Sword Whisperer

”That sword... I don't like it. Is it a yoga sword? ''

"It's a self-proclaimed sacred sword, a demon sword."

Looking at Kishin, Van shrugs and replies. Kishin smiled as he stepped on the ground.

'' Looks like there was a grudge at night. ''

"…… I think you know quite a lot about this after a long time. Senior. So, let me ask you something."

Van's eyes became sharp.

"What's the plan? ”

You want me to tell the enemy that? ”

"No matter what the plan, it doesn't seem like a plan. ”

Van looked back at the people buried on the floor and said, The Spirit of D'Noa had a different power than the blade. All these people who didn't deal with Gigi right away were buried on the ground, but she was invincible to ordinary people.

Who knew about her? I know that the witch here is actually a princess.

If so, could you just think of coming into the workforce this much?

"…… I guess I didn't expect this. Senior.”

"Hmm, familiar. My life is always twisted and twisted."

Wheat smiled. Van could only find the tension behind his relaxed smile. Yeah. If I'd known the witch was actually a princess, I wouldn't have tried to touch her. Because touching a royal is touching a bomb.

A rebel, no matter how he was able to withdraw, the city would be ruined in the future. The move to help in its own way made the city's destiny the worst.

At this moment, Anya, who was wearing white flakes all over her body, was beating up the bodies like a chariot. In front of her white flakes, the bodies could not show such a strong face.

Not to mention the Empress, Shade or McDead. They were all graduate researchers at the Academy. Unless there was an executive figure of the rebels, there was no choice but to lack an agent who was hiding in Tolsbury.

But that's why whey picked up his fist.

'' Shall I make a disgraceful confession? ”

"Do it."

"Such contacts came from the Revolutionary Army headquarters. Tolsbury, give up. Withdraw."

If it was natural, it was natural. What they were trying to do in this city was create a path that would lead the Night Legion away from the eyes of the kingdom. However, as long as it has already been broken into the kingdom..... it must be meaningless to have a Tolsbury.

"Why didn't you leave?"

"What happens to this city when I leave? It's trampled, it's going to collapse. Don't you think Dory's trying to save your life somehow?"

"..... you will die because of that Dory. ”

Wheat smiled.

”I'm already dead. Stupid.”

Van lifts his sword expressionlessly. The ghost who turned the body upside-down, why are you smiling so nicely? He's got a living heart in his body right now, and he can't build a smile like that.

”All the revolutionaries in Tolsbury have joined my cause. Maybe it's natural. It's just me who's been hanging out for a while, but it's home to them. Somehow you want to keep it. ”

"…… It may be a new word, but I don't hate you that much. ”

Van lifts the hallucinogram. Second Sword. Chewing.

The fifth sword, which only speaks one dagger, was a qualitatively different sword from its speed. Even when the snow is chasing, the crowd is busy. It was like hundreds of bees clinging together. If Van remembers whey, give him a normal sneeze for this attack.

But whey avoided it all, and stopped it.

'.... It's not a lie that you got a decent body. ’

It was definitely different from before from the net force and speed. And,

Bang!

... and strength.

I tried to spill it, but I couldn't spill all the tea. Halfway back, Van looks at the whey with an impression of frowning. His fist stretched out and a white vapor was rising.

One stretch of fist will never be reversed.

His will was on his fist. That will, Gigi, can't spill all the tea I borrowed from others.

Wheat smiled.

Did you make it too loud? Can I take a look? ”

"…… Specific. There's a princess behind me. ”

Van grips the hallucinogens more tightly.

"You have to look great. ”

A chewing sword.

And the invisible sword.

In a series of suffocating spills, the blade of Gigi stretches and aims for the neck of wheat. There's nothing odd about running away right now, but it's all over in one room of the Yuan regime.

No matter how many directions I attacked, it was meaningless. The vortex wrapped around his fist sucks all his attacks and crushes them. And furthermore, I tried to crush it by half.

— He's strong. Half.

I heard the intrusion of glass. I know. Strong. If it had been an examination, he would have received a 5-star rating. If I show up with my real body..... I may be stronger than I am now.

Besides, he's throwing everything into this fight, not worrying about the afterlife right now. That would be even weirder if it were easy to deal with.

Van breathes with his mouth open. All sorts of thoughts came in and out between the breath and the breath. How do we fight?

First sword.

The regime of wheat is too big to shed.

Second sword.

After making a series, he swallows and touches the vortex that wraps around his fist.

It has no meaning for the same reason as the third sword and the fourth sword.

Fifth Black...... It's hard to use it properly unless the complete darkness comes.

Then again, there is only the sixth sword left....

'Can we?'

Van took his hand to Kishin. It's a sword that I've tried so far, but with Kishin, it might be a little more likely. If there is wheat in front of the funeral....

"Why is there no sudden attack? Are you scared?"

"No way."

"I'm sorry, but I don't intend to spend long. I have to win fast, and I will make less sacrifices on our side. ”

Wheat spoke as if there was still hope for them. Even the ground is shaking right now and rejecting me, as if I can still do something.

There was definitely a heroic will in him.

I want to cut.

I don't want to cut.

Conflicting will has haunted Van. As you can see, I don't like this guy. I want to make friends, not enemies. Nevertheless, in the end, there was only one choice he could make.

Van tucks in the hallucinogens and daggers and lifts the Kishin. The brow of whey frowned, and Van's mouth was filled with an indescribable delight.

— Kill him.

— Tear the night apart.

— Get rid of even those buried in the night.

I echoed in my head a sound like a hallucination. It was not Kishin's will. The obsession of the myriad of people who had grabbed this sword so far sought to shake his body. With the voice of the sword, his will could not stop him from shaking, but he could not help but bury his voice in his ear like a pearl.

"Shut up."

Van bites his teeth and burns his eyes. Whether he met a man of high stature or not, Kishin's ear was burning like a torch. The flame, which seemed to burn all the things in the world, burns even from Van's skin and eyes.

"What is that...?"

"Van..?"

Even the others who had been fighting for a long time doubted the eyes of half of them. It was an ominous landscape they had never seen before. Half of them even look worse than the poets.

"Huh, that's......."

Dnoa, who was watching the fight from behind, lifts her tired eyes and looks at Van. The power of the sword itself is not surprising. Despite pulling that kind of power from the sword, it was surprising that half were still half-dead. Whether it's a machete or a sacred sword, the yogi will be used to spill the Bondi user.....

No way.

It was a moment of reasoning in Dnoa's head. Van opened his mouth.

"If I had seen you at school, I would have loved it. Senior. ''

"... Is that so? I'm glad you're here. ”

Whey smiled lightly. Still, the laugh was good, so Van only looked at his eyes, not his mouth. As the full-bodied ear cried out to him to chew him to death right in front of his eyes, Van only focused on his own voice.

The power soars. I can't believe I've been constantly moving and fighting for days. I can hear the sound. I can hear the sound of the already burnt leaves crumbling. I hear people's hearts pounding. I hear whey breathing.

I felt each one of the muscles. He told him when and how to move the body, how to get the best efficiency, where the flow of air flows, and how all of that should be fought.

So, I ran.

".........!"

It was a speed that could not even be compared to the day before. I had to. It is incomparably full of sensation, strength, prayer, and energy. It was different from when I usually held the Kishin. There are so many pods around here. Kishin's power ran more violently than ever.

And the violence only reached Van's body and became so cruel.

There is a build-up of training. I have experienced stealing. When I wielded Kishin, Van knew how Kishin had wielded my body. He was a great swordsman, but not a great prosecutor.

They use their ignorant ears to cast their wrath on the sword with just stabbing.

But it's not his anger he wants to put in the sword.

His life, his greed, and…… a bit of a tribute.

Van draws down the sword. It resembled a downcut that one day his old teacher was training for. But the results were different.

The air is blown. It burns. The field of vision is distorted, and the atmosphere falls as if it had been cut off.

And the black man literally confronted the regime of the wheat. One stretched fist does not reverse. In other words, nothing could stop that fist.

If lightning strikes and lightning strikes, will it feel like this? Whenever Van's Kissin and Yuan's regime hit, a thunderous sound sounded. Some of them flew away just by being around them, and even the earth, where the spirit of D'Noa remained, was now immobile.

"Dangerous."

Looking at Kishin's flame, Wheat felt instinctively. Even if he is not bound by the flesh, he will never be holy. So he was forced to extend his fist even more desperately.

But that was half the same.

Whenever he wielded the sword, whenever he pulled up the power of Kishin, Van peeked at all the memories that were hidden in Kishin. I encountered the myriad ghosts, lizards, and cannibals that Kishin had cut down, and I cut them down.

Maybe victory and defeat were already set there. An enemy that grows by absorbing dozens of battles even in the middle of a fight. As long as you don't press with overwhelming skill, winning…… may not have been possible from the start.

The sound produced by Van and Wheat began to get smaller and smaller. Neither of them was exhausted. Both remained physically relaxed. However, the little ear on Van's sword..... became thinner and sharper little by little.

As the noise decreased, the fist of whey, which could not stand back, began to sneeze more and more. Van looks at it and waves his sword even more. He didn't think of what this battle was for now. The power that fills your whole body, and controlling that power..... is so exciting and ecstatic.

'What was your name?'

Sixth Sword. I think I have a name for it.

I don't know. Swing the knife for now. Aren't you enjoying yourself? Isn't this enough?

Secondary Slash. Lower Slash. All other kinds of experience were put on a half-shell. And it was that moment. When the whey was caught up in the illusion that there seemed to be dozens and hundreds of faces on half the face.

The light flashed.

"........"

Silence passed. Wheat's fist did not fall back until the end, as he had always believed. Just stretched out..... as it is, it was cut off.

Above his fist, only the puppy's fingers remained, and half his face was seen. Having the face of hundreds of swordsmen for a while, he was looking at the face of an ordinary young man.

Wheat smiles. There's still one fist left. Change posture, twist your back, reach your fist…….

Again, that screening comes to him.

Sixth Sword.

Van dared to call it the sword that cuts through the sky.