Chapter 130: The Broken Red Sword.
— It's a direct reminder from my heart of my insignificance.
It's like a punch that wakes me up!
Because...
Creak...
Akaza clenched his fist, a smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, his pale silhouette under the massive cherry dragon seemed like a grain of sand in the vast ocean.
His eyes were bright.
He suddenly spread his arms, his thoughts reaching out openly.
— Martial arts have no limit!!
After reaching the highest realm, you still have to keep climbing! Become stronger!
"Haha!"
After figuring it out, Akaza felt extremely open-minded at this moment.
He looked around and found that there was still no way out:
"So it's still like this, this illusion hasn't dissipated yet."
Akaza muttered to himself, he had already defined this place as an illusion that tests the heart.
He turned his head and looked at the cherry dragon not far away.
Step.
He walked forward, his steps leaping, and in a few moments, he arrived near the cherry dragon.
Following the seven swords that were slanted down and used as a road, Akaza walked all the way and finally arrived next to the sakura dragon's skull.
Plop.
Akaza curiously placed his palm on the cherry dragon's eyelid.
"Roar..." A low growl came from the closed-eyed sakura dragon's throat, and the vibrating sensation was transmitted to Akaza's palm.
!
"It's still alive?!" Akaza was startled and withdrew his hand, his eyes full of surprise.
He who subconsciously relied on fighting spirit, thought that the sakura dragon, which had no fighting spirit, had long since died.
But it seemed to be too weak, the cherry dragon's eyelids trembled slightly, intimidating the approaching Akaza.
After retreating a step, he saw that the surrounding scenery still hadn't changed.
He once again set his gaze on the red sword inserted at the bottom of the sakura dragon's eye.
For some reason, Akaza deeply despised anything related to "swords" and "swords" from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, if the person holding the sword is strong enough, he will still put aside his disgust for the sword and appreciate the other party.
So, from just now, Akaza has been avoiding direct contact with this sword.
"...This is probably the key to getting out."
Akaza stared at the black hilt of the sword, the pitted marks on it were shocking.
What kind of swordsman would have such a sword...
Frowning, he reached out his hand.
Plop.
He slowly clenched the hilt of the sword.
His arm tensed, just about to pull it out from the bottom of the sakura dragon's eye.
The next moment.
Swish!
A crimson aura suddenly wrapped around Akaza's palm, continuously spreading and climbing!
"What?!" Akaza's pupils shrank, he looked at his arm holding the hilt of the sword, instantly feeling a chill on his scalp.
He wanted to withdraw his arm, but...
Creak——
The arm that was still muscular and strong just now, was visibly withering at a rapid pace!
He looked at the red sword in astonishment.
—This sword, it's absorbing his life force!
Being a demon, even the Upper Rank Two.
The speed of his body's regeneration, can't even keep up with the speed this sword is absorbing!
The loss of life force is real, Akaza can clearly feel that he is becoming weaker and weaker!
Isn't this a hallucination?!
Various thoughts flashed through his mind.
He caught off guard, in an instant Akaza's entire right arm along with the area near his chest, withered rapidly!
He leaned back, looking at his right hand that had turned into a skeleton.
He gritted his teeth.
[Destructive Death]!
His left fist clenched, the remaining strength poured into his fist.
Boom!!
He violently smashed his own right half of the body!
With the crisp sound of bone shattering, Akaza's forcefully freed body suddenly lightened.
He staggered, leaned back, and slumped onto the hilt of the seven swords, looking at the red sword that he couldn't pull out in shock.
The bones of his right arm were dangling on the hilt of the sword, slowly turning into dust from the tail, and drifting away with the wind.
After absorbing most of Akaza's life force.
The broken red sword was still stuck in the eye of the cherry dragon, with no reaction.
What's worth noting is.
When the blood-red aura gradually retracted from the white bones of Akaza's right arm and attached to the sword of the sword.
The sakura dragon's eyelids trembled twice.
Two strands of blood aura suddenly gushed out from the sword, flowing into the sakura dragon's body through the wound at the bottom of the eye.
There was no time to think.
"...Heh!" Akaza suddenly covered his head with his remaining hand, his blue sclera burst with bloodshot, his pupils trembling.
There was something extra in his head!
He gritted his teeth, his eyes trembling.
It was just now, from the diagonally inserted sword.
The—image!
Akaza's eyes were dazed.
In his mind.
That was the silhouette of a person leaping in mid-air.
He was wearing worn-out hemp clothes, holding a black sword high, leaping high in mid-air, catching the golden thunder with his sword.
And the person leaping in the air, right below him, was the sakura dragon who was waving the seven swords, opening his mouth wide and roaring, looking much more vigorous than now!
The figure leaping high in front of the cherry dragon!
He remembered!
Akaza's pupils shrank.
Tanjuro's appearance, gradually overlapped with the side face of this person revealed in his mind.
His eyes widened, Akaza slowly let go of his hand covering his head, he stared blankly at the sword that was diagonally inserted in the sakura dragon's eye.
At this moment, he found out.
His previous guess about this hallucination seems to be wrong.
...
...
Meanwhile.
In the town.
The pale moonlight spilled on the street.
Swish! Swish!
"Namu... Is this okay..."
Himejima swung his Nichirin, ready to fight at any time, he turned his head to look at Tanjuro next to him:
"If we don't take the opportunity to kill completely..."
Tanjuro didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.
"Meow." On his shoulder, the shocked Chachamaru was leaning on him, rubbing his head against Tanjuro, making a purring sound.
After experiencing a series of life and death crises, Chachamaru's affection for Tanjuro has obviously increased a lot.
Even more than Yushiro.
At this moment.
In front of the two.
Akaza stood in place, his eyes wide open, half of his body was already missing, and was gradually recovering.
Just now.
The two of them had Akaza pushed in the middle of the street, both sides thinking that a big fight was about to break out.
Suddenly, Akaza froze in place and exhibited a series of abnormal behaviors.
Including but not limited to shouting, talking to himself, suddenly self-harming, and half of his body turning into ashes for no reason.
Tanjuro held the letter brought by Chachamaru in both hands and roughly scanned it.
Upon seeing the words "varies from person to person" and "illusion", he decisively stopped Himejima who wanted to take the opportunity to kill Akaza.
In Tanjuro's view.
Akaza is likely experiencing the "illusion" he once had as a human.
Then, the possibility of enticing him to defect also rises linearly.
After all.
Tanjuro slowly put away the envelope, he looked at Akaza who was showing a shocked expression in front of him.
— Hakuji is a man who listens to his wife very much.
At the same time.
Beside Akaza.
A few people couldn't see the illusory figure, who was crying in a hurry.
"How could this be..."
The girl was wearing a pink kimono, her eyes were teary, and she kept trying to grab Akaza's arm.
But the illusory hands, time and time again, passed through Akaza's substantial arm.
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she stomped her feet anxiously:
"I clearly caught it just now...!"
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