The little-known Tatō Fengkiri became extremely monstrous due to the infiltration of the ghostly aura, and for a while it actually took on the appearance of the legendary demon sword.

Occasionally, a trace of fluctuation is revealed, which makes people's hearts tremble, as if being tightly grasped by invisible hands.

The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet.

Everyone, yes, everyone.

Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, regardless of whether they were mortal or extraordinary, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at Rean and the "demon knife" filled with terrifying power in his hands.

Moreover, the stronger the strength, the more obvious the perception.

The first among them are naturally the "Golden Rakshasa" Alleria and the "Saint of the Gun" Liana Sandlot.

The former made a loud noise, not hiding his amazement: "This is the killing sword hidden in Li En's secret collection. How powerful it is... Although I am not willing to give in, this sword has probably surpassed the boundaries of human beings. Even I can't."

I can’t guarantee that I can survive...it’s just that this sword is not very similar to Rean’s usual style. Is something happening that I don’t know about?”

Liana's understanding was deeper than Alleria's.

She lived long enough and saw enough.

The reason she lost to Alleria yesterday was because the undead locked her body forever at the moment before death, and she could no longer improve her basic qualities through practice.

You must know that Lianna was only twenty-six years old when she died. Even though she was amazing and talented, she still had not reached her peak.

And Alleria is already thirty-two years old, and is in the golden age of martial arts. Her mental skills and physical coordination are incomparable, and both are at their peak.

Only in this way can we achieve great achievements that surpass those of the Saint.

If the two sides were on the same starting line, Alleria asked herself whether she was a match for the Saint.

In terms of skill and knowledge, Alleria can't compare to Lianna's accumulation of nearly three hundred years.

What's more, Rean's knife made her see very familiar traces.

Could this child have embarked on the path of Shura like me?

But where did the child come into contact?

This is self-destructive!

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Everything will have to wait until I take this knife.

The complicated thoughts were instantly unified, and the saint's spirit was concentrated like never before.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to take this blow that exceeds the limits of human beings.

His fighting spirit also became high, gradually rising, and he was even stronger than his opponent Alleria yesterday.

This is the warrior.

Even though Lyanna has long since become a legend, the blood of a warrior still flows in her bones.

Eager to face powerful enemies and see novel moves.

What’s the point of always staying in familiar circles?

Come on, Ryan Schwarzer.

He did not hesitate to throw himself into the darkness to save the child.

You must hold the power in your hands at all costs!

The already majestic fighting spirit became even more magnificent, connecting heaven and earth like a pillar of light.

This can be said to be the world's best fighting spirit that is continuously injected into the lance in the hand, causing rotation through the special lines on the lance.

The violent rotation rolled up unimaginable wind pressure faults and made an astonishing roar.

People with less strength may not even be able to gain a foothold in the wind pressure.

Two hundred and fifty years ago, Liana did not know how many times she tore apart the enemy's formation in this way, leading her men to dig through it all the way.

Whether it is the "Cavalry" or the "Saint of the Gun", they have built their reputation with the blood of their enemies and their victories one after another.

And this is just the prelude.

Although there are no explicit regulations, the competition between warriors is generally divided into two forms.

One is to go back and forth, gradually test each other, and then decide the winner after getting to know each other's basics. Yesterday's scene between the saint and the Rakshasa was a typical example of this.

The other one is initiated by Rean at the moment, and the outcome is determined by one move.

Because time and space are compressed to the limit and the ultimate efficiency is pursued, there are not so many things to consider, such as the consumption of energy, the accumulation of potential, the ratio of forces, etc.

There is only one thing to consider, how to defeat or even kill the opponent in the shortest time.

Therefore, Liana used her "sacred skills" without hesitation, exerting all her power without any reservation.

Rean's concentration needs to be even higher.

Although the eyes are open, they can no longer accommodate other things.

Even though my ears were open, I couldn't hear any sound.

He put all his energy and energy into this sword.

At this moment, he only had one thought.

Concentrate, concentrate, more concentrated.

Let the power of ghosts condense your spirit even more, and then release it in one go.

However, what I am now is not enough.

With this sword, you can gain an absolute upper hand, but you may not necessarily win.

His nerves, his soul, and his "reason" told him so.

Although Rean has never actually used the Shura sword since returning from Crossbell, he has never given up the deduction in his mind and has already deduced it thousands of times.

He is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of this knife, the timing of its use, and the price paid.

Once it is dragged into a war of attrition, it will be overwhelmingly disadvantageous to itself.

Whether it is Lien Chan's consumption or the over-limit liberation of "One Sword Shura", his status will decline rapidly soon, so the advantage is not enough, he must win, and win without any suspense.

Indeed, the opponent is a legendary saint who has been famous in the empire for more than two hundred years.

Neither the accumulation of time nor the understanding of martial arts can be compared to myself.

But so what?

Rean has known this for a long time.

He came to ask about the sword on the premise that his enemy was a demon from another world and a legendary saint.

It is this kind of enemy that he wants to challenge.

Only by defeating them can you be qualified to challenge the curse and reverse the future.

He had already made preparations and had made up his mind.

Since you don’t have as deep a background as the other party, then continue to focus.

Since there are still deficiencies, then squeeze out more.

Squeeze the ghost energy, squeeze your own potential, and even squeeze your own life.

——Come and ponder your soul.

According to the way of Shura, discard all unnecessary things.

In exchange for power, absolute power, the power to cut through the darkness and split the future.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Muscles, bone marrow, blood, cells, from all of this——

Physical strength, vigor, spiritual power——

There is enough power in the extraction to completely surpass the power of the saint.

It only takes a moment.

Shorter than breathing.

Because my sword is meant to cut out infinity in a limited space.

Rean raised his knife.

At this moment, it seems like time is forbidden.

Roaring and surging, the ghostly aura instantly stagnated like burning oil.

Boundless darkness surrounded Rean, covering his hands, feet, body and torso, and finally his head, leaving only two dots and one line of "red".

The two dots are Rean's eyes, and the one line is the sword in Rean's hand.

The next moment, a red light flashed.

Like a red steel thunder, it shoots out a strike from the shortest distance.

At the same time, Lianna also raised her gun, putting her fighting spirit, wind pressure, lance, and her body on the line to welcome Rean's knife.
To be continued...