I studied beheading in a mental institution

Boom-! !

The suspended mountain peak smashed down to the ground, and under the terrifying collision force, he was instantly shattered into fragments all over the sky. The ground of the "circle of people" was under the impact, buzzing and trembling!

This blow shook the entire island nation.

The figure of Amamiya Haruki fell feebly down along with the fragments all over the sky. His collar was already soaked in blood, his pupils were dilated, and he had completely lost consciousness.

After all, he is just an ordinary person who has pushed the power of the Fujin Sword to the extreme. Even with the protection of the Rain God, his defensive power is far inferior to the strongest individual soldier from the sword soul like Wu Ji.

His silver-white hair is fading rapidly, and the dark blue long knife in his palm has returned to its original shape. His rain god state has been broken by the corpse god abruptly, and the [Yubeng] sword soul has also suffered unprecedented serious injuries.

With a Fujin knife, against the gods, this is already his limit.

The vermilion feathers on Wu Ji's body were already covered with dust. She lowered her head and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood violently. Her eyes fell on Haruki Amamiya who was rapidly falling to the ground in the distance. Her legs slammed on a boulder. Step on it and rush towards it.

Mount Fuji is still rising slowly.

The giant corpse god covered in pitch black hung in the air on the top of the volcano, looking down at the falling ants. The hideous crack on his face opened again, and a ray of destructive light began to brew.

boom--! !

The red thread pierced through the endless flying stones, annihilating everything on the path into muck, and shot straight at the unconscious Haruki Amemiya in mid-air.

At this moment, a figure dressed in vermilion feathers came to Amamiya Haruki one step ahead, grabbed his collar with one hand, and threw it behind her. At the same time, she quickly twisted She turned around and looked at the red line approaching her face.

Wu Ji let out a low growl, clenched her right fist, facing the tip of the red line, and punched out!

The red line, which was enough to collapse the mountain and the earth, was slightly shattered by Wu Ji's punch, and deflected to the other side, but the following red line rushed out crazily, instantly punching a big hole in Wu Ji's body!

Her right arm then turned into muck and melted into the void.

Seeing that Wu Ji's punch missed the trajectory of the red line, the corpse god seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then turned the red line to Wu Ji's face again, as if he wanted to kill her directly.

In an instant, a cyberpunk-style sci-fi spear pierced through the clouds like a thunderbolt!

Carrying terrifying kinetic energy, the tip of the gun slammed into the corpse god's chest, making a piercing humming noise, and then the tip of the gun bloomed like a bouquet, and a surge of sci-fi light beams swept away the figure that covered the sky and the sun. The bombardment took several steps back.

The red line that was about to kill Wu Ji was directly deflected by this blow, flying towards the clouds in the sky, tearing out a seemingly endless crack in the clouds.

A figure in red stepped out in the air, with blood-stained white hair hanging down to his ankles, fluttering slightly in the wind.

"It's Takishira!" Yurina's eyes lit up when she saw the figure in red.

But when she saw the blood-stained red dress, she was slightly taken aback, with distressed eyes appearing in her eyes.

Yoshiki Furuhara staggered to catch Haruki Amamiya who was thrown by Takehime. At the same time, Hoshimi Shota rushed up the broken mountain frantically, trying to catch the falling Takehime.

The blood-stained figure, carrying a huge weight, fell heavily on the arms of Hoshimi Shota. The latter grunted, and after removing part of the kinetic energy, he still failed to stabilize his figure. Together, they rolled down the steep mountain.

Smoke and dust billowed, gravel flew, Hoshimi Shota tightly hugged Wu Ji who had lost half of her body, and used his back to resist the impact of sharp stones for her, rolling all the way down from the mountainside.

Blood stains spread, and severe pain hit every part of his body, but his arms still did not intend to let go, he clenched his teeth, and his young face was full of firmness and determination.

He just gritted his teeth and persisted until Mantian Zhihe rushed to catch his and Wu Ji's figures, wrapped them up and flew back to the foot of the mountain.

The paper cranes spread out.

Hoshimi Shota half-kneeled beside Wu Ji covered in blood, lowered his head and coughed violently, his back was bloody, and it was connected with the broken mountaineering suit, looking extremely bloody.

His left arm was broken and twisted, and his right arm was trembling uncontrollably. The palm that was used to hold the pen for the exam was already covered with scars.

In front of him, Wu Ji lost half of her body, her face was extremely pale.

She lay quietly in the spreading pool of blood, her charming eyes looked at the wound on Hoshimi Shota's body full of distress, "Shota..."

"Don't talk." Hoshimi Shota pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, "I Hoshimi Shota, although I am a waste without any fighting power, but...but I am also your sword master! I can't always I am always taken care of by you, the sword soul...

Occasionally... I can also take care of you. "

Wu Ji stared blankly at Hoshimi Shota for a moment, a smile appeared at the corner of her pale mouth.

She just stared at this stubborn young man quietly, with deep affection and endless nostalgia in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and gently touched his cheek.

"Sure enough, no matter how many times you reincarnate, you will always be you..."

"What are you talking about?" Hoshi saw Shota stunned.

"Xiangtai, come here." Wu Ji said softly, her voice becoming weaker and weaker, "You performed very well in today's game... I will tell you everything I promised you..."

Hoshimi Shota was stunned for a while, then bent down gently, put his ear to her mouth, and listened carefully.

……

Soaring up Mount Fuji.

Yuuri Takishiro looked away from the people at the foot of the mountain, those cross star eyes were full of rage and murderous intent.

Amamiya Haruki was seriously injured, and Wu Ji was on the verge of death... If his speed were slower, these people at the foot of the mountain would all be wiped out by the god of corpses!

"You dare to hurt them?!"

Yuuri Takishiro stretched out his hand, and the cyberpunk spear automatically flew back into his hand. He was holding the spear, and the red clothes were flying under the murderous intent.

He is the guardian of this world, the patron saint of white clothes... But no matter how docile and kind-hearted a person is, he will have his own reverse scale, and the better his temper, when the reverse scale is removed , his anger and madness became even more terrifying.

For Yuuri Takishiro, his elder sister, Amamiya brother, and all those who are gentle and close to him are his reverse scales.

But now, his reverse scale was touched.

"Level 99+, is there a god level beyond my cognition..." In the eyes of those cross stars, the red to purple "LV. Moving down, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a blood bar that grows outrageously.

HP: 193567214/248239274