Chapter 484: The Real Fight of the Famous Sword, Ashura!

Plop~

The decapitated corpse fell to the ground, with its head rolling twice on the ground. The confusion before death was still in its eyes, as if it was doubting what its short life was for.

"Master Noda, can you hang up the plaque I gave you now?"

Walking up to Noda Yasheng, Li Rui said lightly.

Except for the clothes on his body that were cut to pieces and covered with dust, his face was ruddy, and his blood was surging to the point of overflowing.

It's not like experiencing a life-and-death battle with one against a hundred!

His health points are back to full, all his injuries are healed, except for his physical strength, he is now truly at his peak!

Noda Yasuo stared at him with cold and malicious eyes, and slowly walked into the battlefield, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell.

"If you want to humiliate the empire, you have to step over my corpse..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Rui interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"Don't add drama to yourself. You, a third-rate sect, can't represent the whole country of Japan."

"Besides, I have decided to hang up the plaque today, even if God comes!"

"If you want to die, I'll let you die!"

Now that the two sides have lost the last bit of face, Li Rui doesn't have to worry about anything anymore. He was so angry that Noda Yasuo almost had a myocardial infarction.

"Baga..."

boom!

Li Rui slashed his words back with a sword. The peak attack power of more than a thousand points made Noda Yasheng intuitively feel the pressure on his disciples.

Li Rui, on the other hand, frowned slightly. The black scabbard blocking his sword blade was so hard that it didn't leave any scars.

More importantly, the moment the two weapons clashed, he felt a terrible negative emotion.

It's as if the scabbard contains not a precious sword, but a crack leading straight to hell!

Slightly tightening the nerves, turbulent energy was poured into the blood crystal sword along the meridians, and a two-finger-wide sword light extended from the sword.

The sword glow emitted a hazy brilliance, making the air buzz, and vaguely, scarlet arcs penetrated the air and flickered around.

Noda Yasheng fell behind with one move, his face twisted, and he slowly drew out the ferocious sword.

Roar ah ah ah ah ~

The moment the blade was unsheathed, the battlefield was filled with wailing screams that pierced the soul.

Even though the onlookers were all high-level transcendent beings, some people subconsciously covered their ears.

Feng Hanran frowned even more.

As the pinnacle of the original stone steps, only one step away from the myth, his spiritual sensitivity is far beyond the comparison of others.

This is pollution from the soul!

If you don't have enough character, your soul will even be distorted and your personality will change drastically!

The desperate cries that seem to come from the underworld can make people feel cold in their chests. With Noda Yasuo as the center, a gray-black tone gradually spreads, infecting the world.

Li Rui's heart was beating wildly, and he stared at the demon knife in the enemy's hand, tensing every nerve.

This demonic sword is very strange. Its blade cannot be seen at all. Instead, it is replaced by a black evil light that continues to spread around.

Before even touching it, Li Rui could feel endless despair and pain, as if there were hundreds of millions of tortured souls wailing in his ears.

Noda Yasuo gently flicked the demon sword in his hand, and a bottomless crack appeared on the ground that was more than ten meters long.

"Haha, do you think we caught you Chinese people refining swords during World War II just for the purpose of mass refining [Ten Thousand People Cut]?"

Noda Yasuo looked at the black knife in his hand in confusion, with a crazy expression.

"Actually... this is the product of our hard work - [Shura Millions]!"

"A peerless sword made with the lives of a million low-level people. How powerful it is!"

Noda Yasuo wielded the demon sword, and his somewhat shriveled body expanded rapidly, his muscles became knotted, causing his kendo uniform to bulge high, and his exposed skin turned gray-black.

After hearing his words, the onlookers' eyelids jumped and they couldn't help but look at the silent Feng Hanran.

"Is Noda Yasuo crazy? Do you dare to say such a thing?"

"There's obviously something wrong with him."

"She must have been infected by the power in the knife and lost consciousness."

"Damn, we could have pretended to be the victim and stirred up national sentiments, but now public opinion won't even be on our side!"

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Feng Hanran stared at the battlefield silently, his eyes cold.

But he resisted the urge to take action. This battle belonged to Li Rui!

As the dragon who governs the country, he is now qualified to represent "China" and punish those rubbish that offend His divine power!

On the other side, watching the evil power gradually spread, Li Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, without any emotion in his pupils, looking at Noda Yasuo as if he were looking at a dead person.

Using millions of people to refine swords... [My Heart is Wuxinliu]... very good!

The white jade-like skin began to glow slightly red, and the surging energy and blood surged in the body. A golden-red flame visible to the naked eye enveloped Li Rui. The clothes and hair all over his body seemed to be suspended in the water, uncontrollably. Floating, slowly rising upwards.

Even his hair seemed to turn into flames, rolling rhythmically like waves.

[Sacrifice] Fully open!

Black smoke rose from the soil beneath our feet, gradually turning red and melting.

The plants within nearly a hundred meters quickly withered and turned yellow, and those closer to it were directly charred and ignited by the high-temperature air.

On the battlefield, the momentum of two groups, one black and one gold, was at par with each other, and the agitated power spread to a hundred meters away.

Gulu~

Some of the weaker onlookers couldn't help but swallow, they couldn't believe that the two of them could actually push their momentum to such a level!

Noda Yasuo, forget it, how come a black iron rank looks like a senior gold rank?

Is there any justice in this?

However, things are not over yet, and Noda Yasuo's face, which has become full of flesh, shows a bloodthirsty and grim smile.

"Damn you, I'll let you see the difference between the gold rank and the low-level ants!"

"Spiritual release·Famous sword real fight·Asura!"

Boom!

The black light spread like a tsunami, and the dark color covered an area of ​​nearly 100 meters.

The terrifying impact pressed the golden red flame to shrink continuously. Even if Li Rui [Sacrifice] was fully opened, it was still like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

When the black light covering Noda Yasuo dissipated, what appeared in front of everyone was a warrior more than three meters tall, wearing pure black Japanese armor.

A green-faced and fanged ghost pattern mask covered his face, and there were two balls of red light in the position of the pupils.

The black-armored warrior slowly walked towards Li Rui, and a cruel smile seemed to appear on the ghost pattern mask.

"Hehe."

Li Rui sneered, looked at him without showing any weakness, and slowly uttered two words.

"Feast!"

Roar!!!

A shadow expanded from Li Rui's body, and in an instant it grew to more than six meters high, solidifying into a terrifying alien insect that roared to the sky!

The air on the battlefield suddenly stagnated, and even Noda Yasuo did not react, with a human-like dull expression on his ghost mask.

How can he also release spirituality?

Isn't he a black iron rank?

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