Chapter 683
【"Hahahaha, death and then rebirth; under the pressure of death, realizing the ultimate of swordsmanship, this is what we swordsmen should look like."】
【"Brother Luo Shu: I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."】
【The veterans who were also shocked were stunned.】
【Holy shit.】
【How come I feel like a batch of people are going crazy.】
【"Speaking of which, the swordsmanship that kills concepts, Mirror-like Stillness? I seem to have heard of it."】
【"Nonsense, of course I've heard of it; it refers to the realm of saints in ancient Eastern philosophy. The heart of a saint is like a mirror and still water, reflecting everything without clarity, responding as things come... like heaven covering everything, like earth carrying everything."】
【"In other words, this big shot in the realm of swordsmanship should be called a Sword Saint?"】
【"Don't say it, don't say it, I, a small trash who was called a Sword Saint in the past, am already ashamed to death."】
………
【A certain Demon Slayer world.】
【Yellow Springs.】
【The ferocious and evil ghosts were now as obedient as babies who had just been fed, lowering their eyebrows and separating to both sides, looking up fearfully and fanatically.】
【On the throne.】
【A man in a red robe with pink pupils and deep red curly hair like flames waved his sword gently, and the air in front of him seemed to be torn like a canvas, and even a faint deep black crack appeared.】
【He... cut through space.】
【"The saintly realm of Mirror-like Stillness? So that's it."】
【The man named Tsugikuni Yoriichi whispered softly.】
【If he could reach this level, Muzan would never have had the possibility of surviving.】
(Scum boss lurking in a certain Earth factory: No, no, you overestimate me~~~.)
【Since his birth in the Warring States period, he had never encountered an opponent.】
【Even if he limited his power to a level worse than ordinary people, whether it was the descendants of monsters left over from ancient times or so-called gods, no one could survive a sword under his sword.】
【Only that incredible ghost king Muzan could survive a sword under his hand by relying on his immortal ability.】
【Even his swordsmanship was constantly improving, even if he died, even if he stepped into hell, those ancient monsters and underworld ghosts disappointed him.】
【Lonely.】
【One hundred years? Or one thousand years?】
【He measured the underworld with a katana, walked through lonely plains, stepped over high mountains and rivers, and killed ancient demons, but never encountered an opponent.】
【Don't know when, one after another terrifying ghosts, although they had never seen him, would rather die than pull out their weapons, kneeling behind him.】
【Hundred Ghosts Night Parade? Or ten thousand ghosts?】
【It doesn't matter; he, who was lonely sitting in this palace, could only look down at the underworld lonely, looking up at the Takamagahara that had cut off the connection with the underworld at some point.】
【Wondering when he could cut through dimensions and step into it.】
【Will there be opponents there?】
【And now.....】
【In the fear of all ferocious ghosts.】
【The man who had been sitting alone on the throne for I don't know how many years and was revered as the master of the underworld, Enma, slowly stood up, looked at the supreme Sky Curtain, and erupted with extreme fighting spirit.】
【That kind of swordsmanship.】
【That supreme, highest, and saintly swordsmanship....... even if he died in that beautiful sword light, it would be a supreme happiness.】
【The red-haired man who proved the Dao against the sky in the Age of Dharma whispered.】
……."】
【Reality.】
【A certain Luo Shu, surrounded by the gentle radiance of nobility, slowly opened his eyes and revealed a smile.】
【Tsugikuni Yoriichi.】
【In terms of cultivation talent, he was actually just at the peak of the era.】
【But in terms of swordsmanship talent, this brother was currently the most absurd one he had ever seen.】
【As a mere mortal, he swung more than 1,500 swords in an instant, almost wiping out all the flesh and blood of Muzan, who was fleeing by self-destructing.】
【Damn, theoretically, like a certain Linghu, swinging thirty swords in an instant and assassinating fifteen pairs of eyes requires eight tons of arm strength, right?】
【The strength required afterwards increases exponentially for every extra sword.】
【Being able to swing more than 1,500 swords in an instant, he could completely punch Muzan and the mountains into explosions, okay.】
【In other words, he did it by relying on his monster-like swordsmanship realm.】
【"Forget it, send him to a high-energy world?"】
【A certain black hand pondered for a moment and stretched out a magnificent purple light flow into the void.】
【He was quite optimistic about Tsugikuni Yoriichi's potential and character, and as a senior, he was also willing to help a junior on the sword path.】
【Demon Slayer was just a low-magic world, and most of the so-called gods were not as strong as Muzan.】
【And although Tsugikuni Yoriichi's combat power had already exceeded the world view, he could be a captain in Bleach, but he was a low-magic world after all, and even with his talent, this was the limit.】
【But once he went to a high-energy world, he would probably instantly become like a dragon entering the sea, leaping over the dragon gate, and soaring into the sky from then on.】
【In the future, it wouldn't be strange for him to prove the Dao with the sword and reach the Divine Realm.】
【When the Earth disaster erupts, he can also be a main force.......】
……..
【Sky Curtain.】
【The leisurely night wind rolled the withered leaves on the branches, bringing up bursts of rustling sounds, breaking the silence at this moment.】
【"....."】
【Cutting the concept of the moon~~】
【Sakurajima Mai, who was stunned, had her throat squirming for a long time, wanting to say something, but it was stuck in her throat.】
【Is this Mr. Luo Shu?】
【Mr. Luo Shu's best skill is not the magic spear that reached the Divine Realm, but swordsmanship?】
【In other words, the true name of Mr. Luo Shu that she had secretly speculated about before was actually wrong?】
【"M.. Master....."】
【After all, being a Heroic Spirit, Lancelot quickly woke up from the incredibility, his whole body exuding a fanatical aura, looking at the young man with burning eyes: "The moon concept you cut was actually Earth's moon concept, right?"】
【At that moment.】
【In fact, the moon had been completely killed.】
【But as long as he didn't want to destroy the world, the target of course couldn't be the real moon, but Earth's moon concept.】
【So at that moment, the whole world was plunged into darkness.】
【Even if the stars were shining tonight, in the mysterious realm, the moon is the master of the night.】
【The moon disappeared, and the world was plunged into darkness; this was a matter of course.】
【Until the light reflected by the moon crossed 380,000 kilometers again, giving the world a new moon concept, and then it was cut and extinguished by the lingering charm of swordsmanship again.】
【In those short eleven seconds, I don't know how many times it was erased and regenerated before it illuminated the world again.】
【So what they saw was the moon gradually recovering.】
【This kind of swordsmanship....... this kind of swordsmanship is far more terrifying than he thought before.】
【It was precisely because Lancelot, who also resounded through history with swordsmanship, could see a trace that he could understand how incredible this was.】
【"Hmm?"】
【The young man looked over in surprise: "Little Lan, your vision is good."】
【Lancelot's pupils trembled with uncontrollable excitement, lightning flashed in his hands, and a great sword like a lake, flowing with the brilliance of lake water under the moon, materialized in his hand.】
【Aroundight】
【A holy sword on par with the regular Excalibur, it is said that only the strongest knight is worthy of possessing this sword; the knight named Lancelot even used it to kill a 【Dragon】, so it possesses special attacks against dragon species.】
【At this moment, this sword of no destruction seemed to perceive something, trembling with both fear and expectation.】
【Lancelot's aura soared more than a notch as he drew the lake light of no destruction, and the terrifying oppressive force even materialized, forming a violent purple-red storm that rose into the sky.】
【Just the oppressive force was not inferior to any rider in this Holy Grail War.】
【"Master....."】
【Lancelot took a deep breath, his eyes burning, with the expectation of a martial artist.】
【In terms of swordsmanship alone, he was too strong, really too strong.】
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