Chapter 537: Found

"Failed... huh..."

Yamanaka Yukimori propped up his body bit by bit and climbed up from the ground. His right hand holding the sword was broken and swaying on his arm.

Fortunately, it wasn't fatal.

"Matsue, Ono?"

He shouted, but received no response.

"Nikaido?"

"Ugh, cough."

A choking cough came from not far away.

"Nikaido."

"Cough, cough... call me Kotoshironushi..."

Behind Yamanaka Yukimori, the Venerated God swordsman who turned into Kotoshironushi wiped his face, wiping away the things that fell out of his eye sockets along with the blood, and then managed to stand up.

"Is that so... just taking one move hard, has it hurt you to such a state..."

Yamanaka Yukimori looked at Li Miao not far away and muttered.

When Venerated God swordsmanship is cultivated to their level, it becomes an instinct. There is no need to forcibly make one's image lean toward the visualized deity like Kotesashi Yasutsune to maintain the current state.

But that swordsman asked Yamanaka Yukimori not to call his real name, but to call the god name he visualized, which meant he might exit the current state at any time and had to run the visualization method with his whole heart, and could not be disturbed.

Plus the two corpses not far away—just one move, just taking one move hard, and most of the combat power except the statue was gone.

It cost two and a half lives, just to let the other party open a small hole in his chest that healed instantly.

"Is this... the Buddha-Demon..."

Yamanaka Yukimori let out a long breath.

"Kotoshironushi, can you still move?"

"Can move, but can't see. Something seems to have been embedded in my skull, perhaps if the movement is slightly intense, I will die."

The Venerated God swordsman named Nikaido answered.

"And my sword is broken."

"Three steps to the left front, there is a sword on Ono-kun's corpse."

Yamanaka Yukimori answered.

In the gap where the Venerated God swordsman was groping for the sword, Yamanaka Yukimori looked at Li Miao and stared at the damaged clothing on his chest.

"Ready?"

Li Miao said with a smile.

"My lord, among the conditions you mentioned earlier, one of them is to let us explain whose news? Patriarch Sanfeng, Venerable Bodhidharma?"

Yamanaka Yukimori said in Central Plains official language.

"Are these their names?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"What, you don't know?"

Yamanaka Yukimori raised his hand to hold his broken right hand, exerted force and tore it violently, his face twitching. After a while, he abandoned the broken arm on the ground, held the sword with his left hand, gasped a few times, and then answered hoarsely:

"I don't know, but I know, I can't let you find him, even if—"

"Wait, you said, find?"

Li Miao frowned suddenly and interrupted his words.

Perhaps it was the dizziness caused by serious injury, or perhaps it was the impulse to reveal his heart at the moment of death, but in this sentence just now, Yamanaka Yukimori revealed a lot of information he shouldn't have revealed.