Stable Polarized Practice

After the ability is separated from the body of the person with the ability, what form it exists in is a matter that greatly affects the strength of the ability.

For example, the cheetah-like ability that Qingguang encountered before, its owner’s ability may be transformed into a beast shape, so the separated ability is the form of a beast. The owner cheetah is especially good at short-distance high-speed running, and even some The body language of beasts, subconscious movements... and other conditions that people with supernatural abilities do not possess.

And there are some abilities that are hard to imagine how they should be separated, which directly copy the appearance and ability of the owner, such as "Please Don't Die" with Yosano Akiko, not only has the ability to heal dying wounds with Dr. Yosano At the same time, he is also good at using the weapons that Yosano Akiko is proficient in. When facing a class of supernatural powers against the master, it is much more difficult to deal with than the supernatural powers with its own form.

——This is what Fukuzawa Yukichi is facing now.

"Do you have swordsmanship comparable to mine..."

The silver-haired swordsman pondered for a moment. He had just fought with his supernatural ability for a few rounds. Only through a few sword moves that collided with each other, the swordsman with the title of "Silver Wolf" was able to distinguish the opponent's power. strengths and weaknesses.

"In this fog, if you don't destroy the spar on your forehead, you will be an immortal warrior."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's hand was very steady. He firmly held the handle of the knife in his hand. The wide sleeves of the dark kimono hung down to cover half of his fingers, and the dark feathers were draped over his shoulders. The big fight didn't let it slide down either.

To a certain extent, Fukuzawa Yukichi's haori is the same as the blue hair's haori, which makes people wonder whether it is sewn on the shoulders with fine stitching.

"But even though he has the same swordsmanship as me, he is too rigid and unflexible, as if he doesn't know what 'cunning' is..." Fukuzawa Yukichi shook his head: "If you teach Yamato Mori's swordsmanship in this form , you will be decapitated by him after ten strokes."

Yamato Mamoru Anding's swordsmanship reveals a little treachery, but all sword moves without exception are aimed at the opponent's vital points, and the speed of the sword is very fast. If you don't know how to adapt to the situation in the battle with him, the blade you swing down is powerful. Rigid, there will be a [-]% chance of being caught by Fu Sangshen, who is keeping an eye on the head on the item——

"That guy Yiyi Anding is really obsessed with his head."

A familiar juvenile voice suddenly came out of the thick fog, the silver-haired swordsman paused slightly on his wrist, and turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from.

The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen was holding two submachine guns whose power should not be underestimated. There was a dark red light lingering around his body. The neatly combed hair and the red scarf around his neck floated slightly. Take a closer look. In the past, he could still find that he was stepping on air under his stiletto boots, not solid ground-this guy was floating in the air.

Mori Ogai stood behind the red-eyed Fu Sangshen, and slightly nodded at Fukuzawa Yukichi. The crimson scarf, which was very similar to the black-haired red-eyed sword, was blown up by the airflow and made a sound in the air: " What a coincidence, Your Majesty Fukuzawa."

Fukuzawa Yukichi and the smiling Mori Ogai looked at each other quietly for a moment.

"Indeed, Dr. Sen."

Unaware of what happened when the leaders of these two forces looked at each other, Qingguang's thoughts were more pure than those of the "adults of society": "Hey, you are what An Ding mentioned, the guide The 'Mr. Fukuzawa' of his swordsmanship?"

It is a stable "guardian".

Having just become familiar with the ability to control gravity under the guidance of the gang leader, Qingguang showed kindness to the "Silver Wolf" swordsman who seemed to be in trouble: "Do you need help?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai looked at each other again. It seemed that the pair of brothers who had rarely met once reached a consensus in this short moment. In this case, the clue to the solution is also obvious.”

Mori Ogai greeted the silver-haired swordsman with a curved and mysterious smile. He seemed to be in a happy mood and took two steps forward, standing behind the red-eyed Fusangshen. His eyes seemed to be satisfied. He taught The student's friendly tone said:

"However, if you want to defeat His Highness Fukuzawa's supernatural ability, you also need the experience of 'cunning'—point your gun at the enemy, Kiyomitsu-kun, do you know how to throw a throwing knife?"

"This feeling……"

An Ding looked up at the scene in the sky—it seemed that someone had fought this huge creature, and a number of huge boulders had been thrown up directly below that area. Those "boulders" were most likely the ground that had just been shattered. Even if you look over there from here, you can still see the fresh ground cracks on the edge of the "giant rock", as if several floating islands have risen into the sky, wrapped in dark red supernatural light, facing the "full-footed" entrenched in the air. The "Giant Python" smashed down on its head. This kind of "grand" scene can only be truly experienced by witnessing it on the spot.

"This feeling seems very familiar."

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen couldn't help rubbing the cold scabbard with his fingertips.

This kind of oppressive force, this feeling that even the air seems to be heavy... is the orange-haired man with the Kiyomitsu Knife that I met before!

In view of the fact that the orange-haired and blue-eyed features left a deep impression on An Ding, and the other party also possessed a terrifying oppressive force that Fu Sangshen subconsciously evaded, it seemed that unimaginable power had been condensed and compressed into a human form. In Fu Sangshen's body, the sense of existence in Fu Sangshen's eyes was comparable to a two-kilowatt light bulb, not to mention that guy is still worth paying attention to Qingguang's "guardian"—as if he suddenly thought of something, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's pupils shrank suddenly .

"Qing Guang...wouldn't be there too?"

During these few meetings with Kiyomitsu, Kiyomitsu never wore his body sword, because his body sword was carried by the "guardian"—and the stable body was also carried by Sogo-kun. Maybe the reason is not the same, but This is enough to make him agree with the matter of "Qing Guang's body is in the hands of others".

But at this moment, Qingguang's "Guardian" is fighting against the terrifying fantasy creature in the sky.

If the guy holding Kiyomitsu's body sword is in the sky, then Kiyomitsu...

The azure blue pupils shrunk almost to the size of a pinprick, the "crackling" electric current suddenly solidified, and the arc lingering on the blue feathered figure instantly became thicker, and the color also condensed from blue-purple to almost ink-like thick, "Zi la The sound of "Zi La" was exhaled from the lung cavity that inhaled the air, blue and white electric sparks flashed across the depths of the pupils, the dazzling current almost illuminated the surrounding area, and a white air flow that was thicker than the surrounding white mist came from the side. It spit out from the mouth of the mourning god.

Thunder's Breath · One Shape · Thunderbolt Flash.

"Okay, that's great! The 'whoosh' is gone! So fast!"

Miyazawa Kenji's eyes were shining, looking at the open space in front of him - the blue-haired Fu Sangshen disappeared without a trace with a "swish", leaving only the scorching heat in the air that distorted his vision.

The burning breath of the electric current was delayed by a beat before it was transmitted to the brain by the olfactory cells. Even if there was no fog blocking the line of sight, the fleeting electric light could only be seen from a long distance away. After soaring for dozens of meters, the goal was clear, and all obstacles on the road were directly surmounted, straightly heading towards the sky directly below the battle, a dark and dilapidated building that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

——That’s a skeletal plug.

"Qingguang-jun, try to recall the feeling of controlling your power, let it cover this short blade."

Mori Ogai patiently taught Fu Sangshen, a beginner. His tone was honest and seductive, which made people think that he might be a successful teacher—he was indeed a successful teacher, after all, he taught Dazai Osamu who is more wise than a demon.

"Facing an enemy who doesn't know how to adapt, it is more suitable for the method of attacking east and west—or an attack method that escapes his thinking frame."

The tall man in the red scarf is guiding the short man in the red scarf. Just from the appearance, the two seem to be a bit like master and apprentice. The red-eyed Fu Sangshen squatted down gently, with bright red nails painted Greasy fingers hooked on the edge of the black boot, and with a light flick of the long and slender fingers, a silver delicate short blade that shone with dark red light jumped into Fu Sangshen's palm.

The supernatural ability from Huangbatu is to manipulate gravity, and if used properly, in many cases, gravity can do more than people think.

"His Highness Fukuzawa can split all the bullets, and of course his supernatural ability can also do this--Mr. Qingguang, adjust your posture of holding the short blade, it will be thrown out."

"Is that so?" Fu Sangshen, who had been taught crooked unknowingly, blinked hesitantly, his red nails glowed with bright luster, his index finger and thumb lightly rested on the smooth part of the front edge of the knife handle, and the tip of the knife Moving forward, the other three fingers naturally curled up and tightened, holding the silver handle carved with holy lilies.

Starting from the skin where the thin white finger touched the short silver blade, the dark red light spread deeper and deeper on the short blade. Mori Ogai patiently reached out to help adjust the angle at which the tip of the knife should be aligned. Chunchun induced: "That's it, remember to shoot when the opponent rushes over - use your wrist hard, and throw the short blade at the red spar"

It's a fight you can't fight.

The closer to the place where the battle took place, the thicker the white mist, and the scene directly below the battle place in the sky looks particularly tragic.

Piece after piece of land was missing on the ground, and ruined walls lay lifelessly and casually on the ground like this. Some existed originally, some fell from the sky, and even a tall building was pulled off the ground just now—a building with dozens of floors The figure who was so small that only a small black spot could be seen was "pulled" from the ground, the foundation was exposed, the steel pipe was torn off by the overbearing brute force, and it was left miserably in the huge pit of the building where it was.

It's dangerous down here.

Zhongyuan, who is in a state of rampage, can swing the building as easily as swinging a baseball bat, but this does not mean that the building that is regarded as a "bat" is really light, hitting the head of the "dragon" and falling from the building. The broken wall, even a part of the building, looks insignificant compared with the whole building from a distance, but when it is covered from the top of the head, and it is falling all over the sky, this kind of "falling objects" "At that time, even Fu Sangshen, who possessed lightning speed, didn't know which direction to avoid in order to avoid it completely.

—Cut it down when there is nowhere to hide.

The electric sparks in the azure blue pupils flickered away, and the lightning that was as deep as ink split out from the slender sword tip, and went straight to the falling building. Catch a cold and plug this small area:

"Thunder's Breath · Five Types · Heat Realm Thunder!"

……

The short silver blade shining with dark red light hit the red heart, and the diamond-shaped spar shattered. Hair and clothes fluttered upwards in a weightless state. The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen suddenly I was stunned for a moment.

"...the sound of thunder?..."