Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

"Let's break out..."

Amemiya Mahiru said to Shibata Morikazu: "They came here to annihilate them all, and they had no intention of leaving anyone alive."

"The honor of the warrior and the reputation of the family are not important to this person at all."

"There is a deeper persistence in his eyes, which is something that ordinary people will not understand."

Her persuasion is based on her own understanding.

Amemiya Mahiru didn't read many books, she just followed Bai Yu's ears and eyes, and listened to him unconsciously talking about politics when he occasionally chatted. She knew some advanced concepts and thoughts, but she was still far from being fully integrated, so her own pattern Not too big either.

I don’t know what it means to govern a country and bring peace to the world.

But she knows how to recognize people.

The Fujiwara clan gave her the impression that he had a higher level of structure, and that he was a ruthless person who would do whatever it took to achieve a certain goal.

This kind of person...maybe the 'politician' that Mr. Destiny once mentioned.

So it is useless to say anything to such people.

The position and interests in his eyes may not be the current positions and interests. This kind of person sees far, is flexible and has no bottom line... he can sacrifice many for his own goals.

She doesn't need to know much, just understanding this step is enough.

There is no way out, only a fight to the death.

Breakout is the only chance.

She thought silently, and then her eyes became more solemn, because...

There was another group of people around the Fujiwara clan.

It's a group of killers from Rome or other countries.

They were all scattered before, each playing their own game.

But now it's gathered.

Fujiwara Tomohiro pushed up his glasses and said: "When all the people below are dead, you can take the remaining corpses away to receive rewards...only for the Wu family."

"You are good at business." A killer glanced at Mr. Fujiwara and said with a smile: "But I like businessmen very much."

"It's just an exchange of information." Fujiwara also smiled hypocritically.

Politicians naturally need to know how to use all available forces.

He had finally tied his pockets, so how could he not find a few knives sharp enough to kill the turtle in the jar?

These killers will not miss this great opportunity.

"What a great harvest." A dark-skinned non-blood man with various bone pendants hanging on his body licked his knife: "I'm making a lot of money this time."

Several of the killers have already started looking for their targets.

Mahiru Amamiya was too conspicuous in the crowd.

There are only five or six women alive today.

She relied on the protection of her brothers to survive until now, but she fought alone and wore a mask, which was really eye-catching.

Fujiwara said: "For the Emperor...kill!"

Hundreds of afterimages rushed down from the entrance of the rift valley, and the weapons pulled out a trail of residual light.

The chill filled the canyon with piles of corpses once again.

At dusk, in the dense fog and dim Huangquan Canyon, visibility became worse and worse, but the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

The remnant army will be defeated and the tiger and wolf will go down the mountain. The result is self-evident.

Mahiru Amemiya sighed softly in her heart, realizing that it would be no less difficult for her to get out than when she was blind for the first time.

Regardless of whether the breakthrough can be successful, even if it is successful, there is no safe place to go outside.

The front lines have collapsed, demons and ghosts are wandering in groups, and it is even more dangerous to fight alone.

But other than drawing the sword and facing it, there is no other way out.

Six years...

It had been six years since she had faced such a desperate situation.

There was no unfamiliarity, but instead a long-lost excitement began to overflow from the depths of his bones, with an itching feeling.

Under the mask, her complexion was stained with a blush, as if she was drunk.

Facing the hordes of tigers and wolves with hundreds of swords and shadows and all kinds of murderous intentions, the morale of the Wu family members had already collapsed after a whole day of fighting. However, the fear of death inspired a trace of madness like a trapped beast still fighting. .

But even this trace of bloodiness is not enough to support them to go further.

Clang——!

Suddenly, the mist in the Huangquan Canyon began to flow, and there was an extremely clear sound of drawing the sword... If the sword was reaching the extreme, there should not be any sound, so this time the sword was drawn slowly slowly.

The voice was so slow that it couldn't even catch up with Bai Ying who was going against the trend.

Mahiru Amemiya is like a white fish swimming upstream, hunting in her clothes and running like lightning.

The cold-tempered sword was held behind its back and dragged along.

She suddenly stopped suddenly, spun her steps, turned into a flywheel, and cut into the crowd of Chinese and killers.

Pfft——! Keng!

The sound of broken limbs, the sound of broken blades, and the suppressed screams were not heard in time.

The wandering frost froze the cut wound. The seven or eight people who rushed to the front trying to get a wave of French fries were unable to withstand the blow. Either they didn't see it clearly or they didn't block it. They immediately fell to the ground or fell over. Just sleep.

The spinning and flying blade continued to roll into the crowd unabated.

Until he encountered a thick Odachi, a Kashima Shinto-ryu master blocked the rotating flying blade.

Amemiya Mahiru stopped, and several people immediately burst out from the surrounding wings to form a flanking attack.

Their response was quick.

When the whirling sword light stopped, Amamiya Mahiru immediately launched the second sword.

This knife is as beautiful as a picture.

With a slight lift of the sword, a dozen swords fell out of his hand, like birds flying into the sky.

It is obviously such an elegant sword dance, but every inch is full of murderous intent. You can feel the strong lethality when you look at it from dozens of meters away.

A swordsman from the Third Realm who was not strong enough suddenly saw darkness within ten steps. He was like a rookie who accidentally stumbled into an expert's fish pond. He didn't even know how he died... The other party just raised his hand. How could I? The screen goes black?

Obviously not blind, but missing.

The strength and speed displayed by Mahiru Amemiya have not changed much from before. This is not an explosive skill... Neither Bai Yu nor she is good at buffing themselves with explosive skills. They are just too familiar with it.

Familiar with the feeling of wandering between life and death, familiar with the collision of swords with less fighting and more.

A Roman killer kicked away the crowd in front of him and rushed over, trying to support her blow with his golden fighting spirit armor.

As expected, Amamiya Mahiru's sword would not be able to completely cut through the armor. He had witnessed the battle in the camp before.

Can't break the armor!

So he confidently faced the blade.

Then……

"Um?"

The perspective was reversed, and he saw a very familiar butt, and he felt that he had become much shorter.

Before he understood it, his perspective changed to one left and one right again, and then the screen went black.

Others could see very clearly that the golden knight was cut in half like a piece of bloody tofu.

Mysterious Scarlet Mark... Ichi no Tai Sword!

With this sword movement, she cleared away the dozens of people in front of her, and cut a gap among the hundreds of people who were charging down the mountain.

In just ten seconds, nearly twenty three-level extraordinary people died.

The people charging on the left and right wings subconsciously slowed down and became slower.

Huangquan Canyon became quiet.

Only the sounds of footsteps and breathing remained, and the shouts were extinguished.

The floating fog was dispersed a bit.

The crowd who had completely stopped charging turned back to look at the fox fairy in white.

The woman in white who cut people like mowing grass raised her left hand and gently wiped the blood on the white fox mask stained with sporadic blood. The arc of the white fox's smiling lips increased a lot, and the smile became brighter.

…

In Huangquan, Baiyu's running footsteps also slowed down.

Cordelia, who was shaken on her back and was in a turbulent stomach, couldn't help but vomited several times, but even if she vomited, Bai Yu didn't stop and just kept running.

But at this time he slowed down, and the saint endured her dizziness: "Why did you slow down?"

"Coming."

"...We're almost there, shouldn't we hurry up?"

Cordelia complained and complained in her heart: If you stop now, if you fail to catch up and save the Master, wouldn't my hard work along the way be in vain?

Bai Yu raised his head and looked towards the direction of the setting sun. The sky turned dark: "I suddenly realized that I actually don't need to be so anxious."

"Huh?" The saint was confused.

"I just thought that she could protect herself."

Everything that happens here has happened before in history.

I did not achieve the catalyst effect in this.

Whether he comes or not, whatever happens will happen.

The layout of the Piper, the collapse of the Huangquan front line, the hunting in the Huangquan Canyon...

This is actually a necessity.

So, as one of the samurai families, Amamiya Mahiru was involved in a life and death crisis, which was also a fate that had already been determined.

And in this determined fate, what she ushered in was not death.

She chopped off hundreds of ripe heads,

With a terrifying record that frightens the enemy,

He became the youngest swordsman in the history of Yingzhou.