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"Your current body may not be able to withstand the power of nine knives."

Gu Yue Yugui frowned slightly, and said seriously, "Ordinary people's blood cannot control the Nine Fujin Knives, let alone you are seriously injured now..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Haruki Amamiya opened his mouth lightly, and with his bloody palm, he grabbed a purple long knife from the wooden box, stabbed it with the scabbard into the pool of blood under his feet.

"One of the nine knives of misfortune, [Crossing Evil]."

Amamiya Haruki muttered to himself, then took out the secluded long knife he had just obtained, and stabbed it into the ground.

"The second of the nine knives in Misfortune, [Buried Mountain]."

When the second Fujin knife melted into the pool of blood, the two Fujin swords seemed to pass through the blood, forming a certain echo, and trembled slightly!

The faint light of purple and faint color flowed into the pool of blood, intertwined and intertwined with each other, exuding a mysterious aura.

"Brother Yugong, this is..."

Yurina stood aside, staring blankly at Amamiya Haruki's movements, her face was full of bewilderment.

"He is using himself as a medium to attract the nine knives into one." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "The aura of the nine Fujin knives is independent of each other. Only by using blood as a guide and the flesh as a furnace can they be linked together ...

In the words of when we were forging Futsu swords back then, he was offering sacrifices. "

"Sacrifice?" Hoshi saw Shota's face changed slightly, "Will he die?"

"Is it so easy to create a divine weapon? Just by creating the Nine Swords of Misfortune, I don't know how much life has been accumulated. Now that the nine swords are combined into one, life is also needed as a medium." Gu Yueyugui paused, or said,

"But even if it's a sacrifice... not everyone can be it."

Gu Yue Yugui turned her head, glanced at the figure in red who was fighting the corpse god, then lowered her head, and looked at Yurina beside her, her eyes were full of complexity.

Yurina was taken aback.

Then, as if she understood something, she pursed her lips slightly.

"The fifth of the nine knives in Misfortune, [Black Rope]."

Haruki Amamiya took out the third Futsu knife from the wooden box and inserted it into the pool of blood.

A black light poured into the pool of blood, and connected with the other two Futsu knives, Haruki Amamiya's figure flickered, and his face became paler and paler.

He stood still for a few seconds, then quickly pulled out the two Futsu knives left in the wooden box, and plunged into the ground.

"The sixth of the nine knives in the misfortune, [Misty Pupil]."

"The eighth of the nine knives, [Flame Sparrow]."

The fusion of the two Futsu knives connected together made Gu Bo's blood pool suddenly rippling in circles, and two rays of light, one gold and one red, poured into Amamiya Haruki's body, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The shape flicked and half-kneeled to the ground.

He lowered his head, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and he was panting heavily.

The weight of the five Fujin knives has completely crushed his blood... For an ordinary person like him, it is only supported by his will that he can persist until this point.

However, whether he admits it or not, his physical body is already reaching its limit.

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly stood in the pool of blood behind the five Fujin knives, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he still stretched out his hand firmly, wanting to grab the long knife at his waist.

At this moment, a palm gently grasped the [Yubeng] scabbard.

Amamiya Haruki was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look.

I saw Yurina, who was petite, was stepping on wooden clogs, standing quietly in a pool of blood. The rain dripped down her wet black hair and onto the old kimono with cherry blossoms on the black background.

In her right hand, she was tightly holding the scabbard of [Yu Beng].

"Pomelo..."

"Brother Yugong, let me do it." Yurina smiled slightly, "You're just an ordinary person without king's blood, and you can't carry so many Fujin knives... This is destined to be the responsibility of our Yuli family."

Although Gu Yue Yugui didn't say it clearly, the look he just gave was already conveying some kind of message... and Yurina is very smart.

The blood of ordinary people cannot bear the power of the nine Fujin knives. The implication is that only king's blood can do it.

After the death of Yuri Heizhe, the only ones in the "circle of people" who have the inheritance of the king's blood are the elder sister Yurina and the younger brother Yuli Takibai.

Although Yurina's royal blood is recessive, the recessive royal blood is still royal blood.

In other words, if she wants to save this "circle of people", she and Yurina Takishiro must have someone who becomes the sacrifice of Futsu Sword, and Yurina knows very well that if Yurina Takishiro is here, he I will definitely be this sacrifice without hesitation...

And she didn't want her brother to be a sacrifice.

Amamiya Haruki took a deep look at her, then shook her head resolutely, "Your siblings are too young...I can do it without the king's blood."

He stretched out his hand to pull out the handle of [Yu Beng], but Yurina's palm firmly clamped it, with no intention of letting go.

Amamiya Haruki frowned.

Chong——!

There was a soft groan as the blade was unsheathed.

However, it was not [Yubeng] that was unsheathed, but [Qianhe].

"I'm sorry, Brother Amamiya." Yurina stood in the middle of the sky full of paper cranes, and smiled apologetically, "Although I am the master of Futsu, I have never been of much help. I am not as powerful as you, not as good as Takira So enlightened, this should be the only thing I can do for you...

Perhaps, this is my destined destination. "

With a strong pull, she tore [Yu Beng] from Yugong Haruki's waist, and the paper cranes flew all over the sky to his surroundings, rolling it directly into the sky, turning it into a piece of paper crane cage, and engulfing him. Sealed inside.

"you can not……"

Haruki Amamiya, who was seriously injured, couldn't get rid of the shackles of "Qianhe" without "Yubeng". He just wanted to say something, and a few paper cranes unfolded and turned into a seal, locking his mouth .

At the same time, the other paper cranes also passed over the waists of Shota Hoshimi and Yoshiki Furuhara, pecked lightly with their beaks, and snatched the other two knives.

Snow-white paper cranes were flying in the air with two Fujin knives in their mouths. In the center of them, a petite figure raised his head, looked at the figure in red who was fighting in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes.

She cut her palm, and the dark red blood flowed down her fingertips into the pool of blood. As her blood poured in, the five Fujin knives that had been inserted on the ground became brighter again, and the lights and shadows of various colors appeared on the ground. The blood was intertwined and finally gathered in her body.

Yurina raised the dark blue long knife in her hand, and plunged it heavily into the pool of blood.

"Fourth of the Nine Swords of Misfortune, [Yu Beng]."

After Yurina pierced the knife, she stretched out her hand and made a move towards the sky, and the flying paper crane dropped a vermilion long knife and landed in her hand.

"Brother Xiangtai, after the Fujin Nine Swords are united, sister Wu Ji will also get rid of the blade and regain her freedom. At that time...you can be together forever."

She smiled slightly at Hoshimi Shota in the distance.

The scarlet long knife pierced into the pool of blood.

"The seventh of the nine knives, [Wu Ji]."