Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 973 Higanchi Muramasa!
The magic weapon has its own air, even if it doesn't pass through the blade, it can hurt people.

The two ceremonies whose fingers were injured were not angry but happy, and there was an undisguised eagerness on the face that eliminated the gender:
"Sure enough, it's a good sword, even better than I thought, and it's completely different from Kuji Kanesada—it's decided, you are my sword!"

"No, wait. No no no no, this is a failure!"

Seeing Shi Shi's firm attitude, the old man's indifferent attitude finally broke through.

"You, I won't say any bad words, only you should stop using this, at worst, I'll forge it for you again."

"No need, that's it!"

The iridescent brilliance in Shi Shi's eyes was unprecedentedly gorgeous, almost overflowing.At the moment when her aura climbed to the extreme, the cut hand stretched out again.The magic knife also began to tremble at the same time.

"Hey!"

The old man lunged forward to stop him, but just as he stepped out with one leg, he retracted it.

"what?"

As a legendary swordsmith who can forge magic knives, the world in the eyes of the old man is quite different from that of others.

He could see the aura residing on the magic knife like a storm, flocking towards the bleeding hand like a storm, as if he would not be reconciled until it was completely crushed.

Faced with such a violent look, the slender hand just waved lightly.Surprisingly, the seemingly random flick succeeded in defeating the swarming Shenqi army, just like the arrow that Wanjun took the general's head from, disintegrated the swarming Shenqi army in an instant.

From then on, the air was no longer as sharp as before, and it returned to the blade in a mess.And the unruly magic knife also lost the aura of keeping strangers away, allowing the two rituals to touch, hold, and even wave themselves.

"Has the magic knife been tamed?"

Shirou's eyeballs almost popped out when he saw Ryoichi posing in various poses in the yard.

"Yeah, it's not a disguise, it's really been tamed. I'm mistaken, I didn't expect someone to get used to death, and I still don't have enough practice."

The old man sighed in desolation at first, and then said happily.

"You can tame it, which means that you have a destiny with it, and it is yours. Shirou, make a scabbard."

"Yes, Master."

"Thank you, sir."

A feminine smile appeared on the gender-free face, and the woman holding the magic knife exuded a stronger sense of existence than anyone else at the moment.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"Bi'anche Muramasa." The old man thought for a while and replied.

"Good name, cut through the wall of the nether world, the magic knife leading to the other shore, there is no weapon more suitable for me than this."

The two men closed their eyes as if they were sleepy, and nodded as if understanding.

"I see, things that shouldn't exist here, go to the other side!"

The hand holding the knife was raised, and the two men stepped on the edge of the middle knife barrel, and jumped up high, riding the wind and facing the moon.

The large kimono danced under the moon, like a beautiful bird.

The gorgeous flowers on the kimono seem to come alive and bloom in the air as they sway in the wind.

At the same time, there is also the knife in the woman's hand. In the eyes of the woman, in the fragmented world, the light of the knife blooms.

Along one of the gaps, a trace that should not have appeared here bloomed in full bloom.

That is the flash of the sword of the secluded world released from the other side, bringing peace to all living beings, like the name of the magic knife, Bi'anqie.

It is also like the name of a woman, wandering between life and death, constructing a ceremony of two rituals.

The beauty of being in the world of the living but next to death shocked the hearts of everyone present, and also shocked a certain man who was located a few hills away.

Even though the moonlight is very bright tonight, and there is no shelter around, the man still looks like a dark shadow, no, it's not like, it's just the shadow itself—a pitch-black mass, outlining the outline of a man.

In the blackness, only the eyes of pure reason, like an emotionless murder weapon, shone coldly.

The man's body swayed, and one of the eyes split open along the pupil, and black blood flowed out.

The man stretched out his hand and covered his eyes, the remaining half of his face was still as cold and hard as a machine.

"The last one was killed, and the connected eyes were also wiped out, which is incomprehensible."

"Of course you can't understand. The concept of chaos has seriously affected your thinking. I really didn't expect you to give up yourself for that-Fabro Lovien."

Similar voice, different tone.It wasn't that the man was talking to himself, but it was from another man who was very similar to the former in terms of dress, height and body, like twins.

The difference is that the man's appearance is very clear and not so cold, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his slightly mocking tone is full of emotions called joy.

The man called Fuabro didn't waver in any way, and still said coldly: "The life that pursues immortality has already sunk into the 'primordial sea' and has become a part of this existence. The remaining intelligence will also Gradually disappear, and together with this group become a specimen of the 'species' of life."

"Won't you regret it? This has run counter to the meaning of existence you originally pursued."

"Indeed, a life that has become like this has lost the so-called 'meaning of existence'. But, don't you think this is very wonderful? There is a chaos like 'I don't know what to become' in my body. This can simply The small world of "Original Sea", which is comparable to the "Beginning of Creation". This is a chaos where no one knows what kind of creatures will be reborn. Like the system tree on this planet, this is a dark chaos with unimaginable possibility of drastic changes. But in the end it will How it becomes, I absolutely want to witness it with my own eyes before I disappear.”

In the end, Faubro's inorganic eyes finally had some human emotions. That emotion is called persistence, and it is the driving force that supports him to the present.

"In this way, it's not bad that people in the church will call you Nero Kaos." The cheerful man continued to say cheerfully, "A weapon that uses 660 six beasts rolling in the body, it is better to say that it is an individual. A 'group', more of a chaotic space than a vampire, a veritable 'chaos', a heretic who runs amuck."

In the process of speaking, Nero Kaos had already let go of his hand covering his eyes, and the damaged eye also recovered unconsciously. The man named Chaos turned his eyes and focused on his old friend body.

"It's the same for you too, Roa, the 'infinite reincarnator' who abandoned his body to reach the eternal realm of soul."

"No, I have not reached true eternity."

"But before you..."

Roa's answer made Nero Kaos a little confused. He didn't say that when the two met 200 years ago.

"That's because I didn't know there were such eyes in this world. I always thought they were just distant myths and legends. They can see the most vulnerable parts of affairs, and they exist specifically for the purpose of 'death'—"until death" The Devil's Eye', whether it's your 'chaos' or my soul, reflected in such eyes are vulnerable."

PS: It’s better to talk about it first, because most book lovers don’t know much about "Moon Princess". Luo Ah’s is actually not the "Magic Eye of Immediate Death", but another kind of magical eye that is very similar. Of course, because The "Devil's Eye of Immediate Death" only exists in mythology, and Roa's Demon's Eye also has some of the characteristics of the "Evil Eye of Immediate Death", so it is natural to misunderstand it.

(End of this chapter)