Genshin Impact, I, Aradaki Ichito, don’t want to be a funny guy!

The Magic Sword Puppet Ghost slowly stood up, and several white threads flashed above his head. The ghost face behind him also split into two at this moment, like two shields, firmly protecting the two sides of the Magic Sword Puppet Ghost.

Arata Ichido let out a sinister laugh, stomped his feet, and instantly leaped over the head of the magic sword ghost, kicking him hard in the head with his right foot.

A red light flashed in the Demon Sword Ghost's eyes, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed in an instant, like a flash of light, firmly holding Arawaki Ito's right foot.

After the two sides were in a stalemate for half a second, Arawaki Ichito stepped again, using the long sword under his feet as a fulcrum, and shot out backwards and landed steadily.

The magic sword ghost was staggered by this huge force, and retreated several steps before finally stopping.

At this time, Arata Ichito had already swung his fist again.

The magic sword ghost turned his wrist, and the long sword moved along with it, emitting golden mysterious light and black airflow, which startled a strong wind and slashed towards Huang Long Yidou from bottom to top.

Arata Ichito dodged to the side, and the blade passed by his eyes. The accompanying strong wind scraped his left cheek like a sharp blade, leaving traces of blood and a few strands of white hair.

Arata Ichito took a step forward, and his body was already in front of the sword ghost's chest. He bent his elbow and pushed forward heavily.

Boom!

With a loud bang like a hammer hitting the ground, the nearly four-meter-tall figure of the Demon Sword Demon was lifted into the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

Aradaki Ichito was not very happy. His elbow was slightly numb, and there was just a shallow dent on the chest of the magic sword ghost, but it looked like there was nothing serious at all.

"Hiss, how is this thing made? It's so hard."

Arata Ichito complained, completely forgetting that his ordinary flesh and blood body was several times harder than his invulnerable steel body.

The Demon Sword Ghost stood up again, rushed towards Huang Long Yidou with knives in both hands, and actually launched an attack before him.

“That’s interesting.”

Arata Ichito stretched his neck and rushed forward instead of retreating.

The Demon Sword Demon raised the long sword above his head and slashed hard at Arata Ichido who was rushing towards him.

Arata Ichito was about to dodge sideways again.

But when he turned his body sideways and watched the blade flash past his eyes as it had just done, the blade suddenly changed direction, and its downward attack changed, slashing fiercely on his chest.

With a slash of the knife, blood splashed out, merged with the raindrops, and hit the ground, leaving a light red mark.

Arata Ichito's eyes froze for a moment, then he felt a gust of wind and fell awkwardly to the mud.

"What the hell? Delayed swordplay? No, it's prediction! Damn it, this is really a mechanism, how come it's more flexible than a human!"

Arata Ichito sat on the ground in shock, feeling the pain in his chest, looking at the puppet in front of him, puzzled.

But the Demon Sword Demon would not give Aradaki Ichito time to think.

The Demon Sword Demon sheathed his sword, bent his body, and made a standard sword-drawing and slashing posture.

Then, the Demon Sword Ghost moved as fast as lightning and arrived in front of Arawaki Ito in the blink of an eye. The long sword was unsheathed, emitting an excited buzzing sound, shaking away the rain curtain in the sky, and slashing towards Arawaki Ito's neck with heavy golden light and black gale.

Arata Ichito lightly raised his hand and firmly grasped the attacking long sword, like the collision of metal and iron, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Aratake Ito pulled back with his right hand that was holding the knife. Suddenly, the magic sword ghost fell forward uncontrollably, and Aratake Ito also rose up.

Looking at the Demon Sword Demon who was about to pounce in front of him, Aradaki Ichito smiled coldly, raised his fist and gave the Demon Sword Demon a hook on the chin.

At the same time, he loosened his hand holding the knife.

Boom!

There was another loud bang, and the magic sword ghost fell down again.

Arawaki Ito raised his foot and stepped on the magic sword ghost's head, and then Arawaki Ito exerted more force and flew to the other side by stepping on the magic sword ghost's head.

Aratake Ichito looked at his chest and saw a big cut in his clothes, revealing the scars on his flesh.

It was just a shallow knife wound that only affected the skin and flesh, and the bleeding had completely stopped.

"Is that all? Please don't let me down."

Arata Ichito muttered to himself, then looked at the Demon Sword Demon who stood up again, clenched his fists, prepared for attack, and attacked again.

The same is true for the Demon Sword Ghost.

He was a machine, so he couldn't feel any pain.

Half an hour later...

With his body covered in knife wounds and emitting green energy waves, Aradaki Ichito stepped on the long sword held by the Magic Sword Demon with both hands, bent his right hand into a claw, and grabbed the Magic Sword Demon's neck fiercely.

Seeing this, the Demon Sword Ghost immediately loosened his left hand and blocked it in front of himself. When Aradaki Ichito grabbed his left arm, he also turned his left hand over and wanted to grab Aradaki Ichito's arm.

How could Arata Ichito let him succeed? He used his right hand to kick him with his left foot.

The Demon Sword Demon took advantage of the unstable foundation of Aradaki Ichito when he raised his left foot, and clenched the long sword in his right hand, breaking free from Aradaki Ichito's restraints, thus turning defense into offense and stabbing at Aradaki Ichito at a tricky angle.

Arata Ichito snorted coldly, twisted his body to avoid the attack, then used both feet to kick the magic sword ghost hard in the chest.

But as soon as Arawaki Ito's feet left the ground, the Magic Sword Demon moved his feet, twisted his body, and exerted force with his arms. Before Arawaki Ito could kick out, the Magic Sword Demon threw him out.

Arata Ichido forced himself to steady his body in mid-air, landed on the ground and took a few steps back.

As soon as Huang Long Yidou stood firm, he looked up and saw a huge, ferocious ghost face rushing towards him with countless ice and mighty winds.

Araki Ichito didn't tolerate him and started punching him.

He punched the ghost in the face, splitting the cold wind in half and sweeping across his sides.

But even so, there were still some fish that slipped through the net. Some ice spikes and cold currents scraped across his body, quickly freezing his rain-soaked windbreaker into frost, trying to restrict his flexibility.

Faced with this scene, Arata Ichito simply waved his arms, and the frost hanging on the windbreaker was shaken into countless ice chips, which scattered between heaven and earth.

Aradaki Ichito's handling of this matter was extremely skillful, and it was obvious that he had experienced this trick more than once within half an hour.

After using this move, the ghost face split into two halves and flew into the sky without waiting for Huang Long to attack.

When Arata Ichito looked up, he saw the magic sword ghost leaping into the air and slashing down with a sword.

Arata Ichito immediately got into a horse stance and threw a punch upwards.

Clang!

When the fist and sword collided, there was a sound of metal clashing, as if it was not fists at all, but steel.

The surging and burning green air waves and the thick golden light on the long sword attacked each other like a needle against a wheat thorn, neither of them gave in.

hum!

The scattered sharp sword energy brought with it a fierce gust of wind and fell to the ground, like a roaring torrent, cutting the land beneath the feet into pieces.

The blood-red flowers around the open space did not escape either. They were uprooted and their petals fluttered, like a bloody storm, so beautiful and bloody.