[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

As the saying goes, the young ones come to the old ones, this behavior is repeated in countless face-slapping novels, and it is called the classic gourd baby saving grandpa.

- Come one get one free, come two get one pair free.

To put it another way, it is better for a family to be neat and tidy.

Putting Tsurumaru on the sidelines, Candlestick looked at the two people who were looking at each other not far away, eyes full of worry.

When he was conscious, His Highness Kokarasuma had already chosen to give up his freedom to walk into the house and became the umbrella of all Fusangshen. Except for the sword men who appeared at the same time as Mikazuki Munekin and Tsurumaru, few others had any contact with him. chance to meet him.

It is even more impossible to have time to learn from each other.

Therefore, none of the people present knew the real strength of His Royal Highness Karasuma.

And after staying in such a narrow room for so long, even the most sophisticated instruments will creak sometimes, not to mention people, without the nerve stimulation given by the battlefield, it is estimated that their performance will not be good.

The men of swords are not very optimistic about the outcome of this battle.

Especially in the past few days, no swordsman was able to stand and leave in front of Yayoi Komaeda, and they were all beaten into a picture and left flutteringly.

Based on these two considerations, they are already prepared for Karasuma's defeat soon.

"... Please be careful, he still has a hidden weapon in his other hand."

Candlestick couldn't help but reminded others, only then did the others notice that there were several almost transparent leaf-shaped blades sandwiched between Komaeda Yayoi's left fingers. It is estimated that it will not be able to react until it plunges into the body.

Despicable outsider!

"Please advise."

The three blades disappeared as if by magic, and Yayoi Komaeda took the knife flower and rushed towards Karasuma with a rather upright attitude.

The footsteps that were deliberately aggravated reminded Karasuma of the enemy's position on the opposite side. He skillfully lifted the knife to block the blow, but was forced back by the huge force generated when the swords met, and had to take two steps back to remove the blow. shock.

Is it a monster?

According to the other party, the Fusangshin and youkai who had become conscious in the game are close to each other, and in this world, Karasuma is fully confident that no one can beat them.

The tip of her tongue quickly brushed her lips, and Karasuma's colorless eyes rolled twice, and the pupils were aligned with Yayoi Komaeda.

"I probably understand why my children lost to you."

When fighting monsters, how can they maintain their normal form? How can ordinary monsters who can't even transform themselves defeat real monsters?

There was the sound of cloth being torn in the air, and the fusangshen were dumbfounded, because under the watchful eyes of everyone, wings covered with crow feathers grew on the back of Karasuma, and when he flapped lightly, the whole body floated In mid-air.

This time, the person who took the initiative changed from Yayoi Komaeda to Karasuma.

His speed was extremely fast, and he attacked Komaeda from all sides at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

"I thought that the second development of short knife polarization was already the limit. I didn't expect that a mountain would be higher than a mountain."

Tsurumaru muttered to himself, his eyes couldn't help but drift to Xiaohumaru from the Sanjo family, probably because he thought that if Xiaohumaru transforms in the second stage, he should grow a real fox tail.

But the tail, compared to the wings of His Royal Highness Karasuma, is really weak.

"Do you want to be slaughtered by Xiaohu?"

Xiaohumaru narrowed his eyes, he was very displeased with Tsurumaru's bright performance: "I am looking forward to the day when you grow white crane wings."

"It must be torn off, sprinkle some seasoning on the fire and roast it, it will be very delicious."

Foxes and birds seem to be natural enemies.

The moment their eyes met, there seemed to be lightning between the two of them, but the others didn't pay attention to the animal world here, and all their attention was on the battle on the field.

"Your Majesty Karasuma, come on!"

The knives were excited and nervous, jumping around on the sidelines. When Karasuma had the upper hand, they cheered. When Karasuma was weaker, they were worried. At this time, Karasuma was not alone on the field. A group of people stood behind him.

"Hit hit hit!"

The blood spilled on the ground formed a line of blood. The Fusangshen took a closer look and saw that this wound appeared on Yayoi Komaeda's left arm. It seemed that this person would not be able to use his hidden weapon to attack in a short time. .

Well done!

No one said it, but everyone had the same fist in their hearts. They looked at Karasuma with fiery eyes, expecting that His Highness would knock him down and give them a good breath of anger.

Although we were beaten badly before, you are also beaten badly by our people now.

Rounding up is half and half, the draw picture is awesome (≧▽≦)/

Yayoi Komaeda deliberately brought the knife close to her wound, letting the blood drip on it. I don’t know who got used to this bad habit of seeing blood when she took it out of the sheath. Changed quirks.

Beating people is beating people, letting your own weapons suck other people's blood is too much, Komaeda can only send some of his own blood to fill that loss.

"beat."

Karasuma swung the knife, half of his body was a little numb now, it was impossible to remove the force of the collision of the two knives perfectly, he thought he had successfully avoided the impact, but as time went by , he found that he had clearly fallen into a trap.

It is estimated that if the fight continues, he will be unable to hold the knife because of this numbness, and an even uglier picture will appear.

But he really didn't want to let go of the knife in his hand.

The battle with Yayoi Komaeda awakened the part of his soul that was sleeping in the deepest part. After being an umbrella for too long, he forgot his identity. He was born as a weapon, so there is no one who does not desire blood and victory.

"Come to fight!"

This provocative sentence was uttered from Xiao Karasuma's mouth, and everyone was shocked.

I always feel that this hot-blooded picture doesn't go well with His Royal Highness Karasuma...

But what happened to the extra excitement? They were obviously so tired that they were crying, but they also wanted to draw their swords and fight side by side.

"Come on then."

It can only be said that Fu Sangshen was naive enough, it was just a wound, how could it affect Yayoi Komaeda, those blades that disappeared reappeared, and flew towards Karasuma in the next second.

Taking advantage of the breath of the opponent sweeping away the blade, Komaeda drew out the second sword from behind, and started the battle with a posture of double swords. Staring at it for a long time, my eyes are blurred.

"What the hell is that?"

Mutsumori pointed at Yayoi Komaeda with a ghostly look: "Why is half of the body of the god judge I saw transparent... No, he is completely transparent."

"Rub your eyes quickly."

Ge Xian picked up the paper fan at hand and slapped Mutsu Mori on the back of the head, changing his eyes from staring at the field to glaring off the field.

"What did you hit me for?"

Da Dao looked like he was about to hit someone angrily.

"Let's see this time."

The huge paper fan disappeared from his hand, and Song Xian calmly said: "If you keep staring at it, you will faint if you don't need the help of the god judge."

So Mutsumori turned around and found that the transparent judge had an entity again.

"Is this some kind of Western magic?" Mutsu Mori asked shamelessly, "Or some other magical method."

Song Xian naughtily raised his shoulders: "If you are curious, you can ask, I think he will answer you directly."

Izumi Shou, who thought he could know the truth from Song Xian's mouth, clicked his tongue, and took back half of his scattered eyes.

This battle is really exciting.

Once you immerse your body and mind in this battle, the whole world will disappear, and the only ones you can see are those two people.

As if the history of thousands of years is flowing, and the new and the old are colliding fiercely, there is a shadow of ancient style in the actions of Xiao Karasuma, and those chic skills that make people's minds agitated are constantly reappearing.

On the other hand, Yayoi Komaeda has a different style of painting. There is no redundancy between his movements. The tip, blade and even the handle of the knife can be used as a place to attack. The emphasis is never on the useless.

Simply and neatly, without a trace of hesitation.

This is a machine that was only made for fighting. No, maybe machines are more humane than him. After fighting for so long, he doesn't even feel tired, his steps are still brisk, and his hands are still quick.

When Komaeda's knife pointed at Karasuma's temple, the other's blade also lay across his neck.

The two thanked in unison, Yayoi Komaeda nodded towards Karasuma, and went to the sidelines to bandage the wound.

He would not be merciful to himself during the battle. After the continuous impact just now, this extremely deep wound has already been torn into a longer one, which looks quite shocking.

When Yaoyan wiped it with alcohol cotton, his gums were a little sour. As a warrior, he would naturally think about what would happen if such a wound appeared on his body.

It must be impossible to do Yayoi Komaeda's extraordinary performance of continuing to fight as if nothing happened.

"Master God Judge, don't you feel pain?"

Wuhu Tui approached timidly, helped Yaoyan take away the blood-stained cotton, and gave a new one: "It looks very serious, won't it affect you?"

The muscles on the arm were throbbing with pain, but Yayoi Komaeda's expression remained calm: "It's just a small injury, there's no need to make a fuss."

With his physique, he can recover to a level that does not affect his activities within a day.

On the other side, when Karasuma walked up to Mikazuki Zongjin, the knife in his hand finally fell and was caught by Mikazuki.

And he was also supported by Ying Wan who had been waiting for a long time, and he was firmly supported to the side and sat down.

"He kept his hand."

The heart was beating violently. This organ, which had been forced to remain stable during the battle, was finally able to dance wildly as he wanted off the field.

Karasuma kept taking deep breaths, and it took a long time for her numb body to return to normal.

"It's the first time I've seen him play us to this extent."

Sanriyue waited until Xiao Karasuma recovered before speaking: "I have to say that not everyone was pressed and beaten by that person, which comforts me a lot."

At any rate, he didn't lose all his face, and found the last ray of light in despair.

No, he did it on purpose.

Xiao Karasuma closed his eyes and suppressed the truth. He didn't know what the other party meant by this expression, but he really received the kindness.

"His Highness Karasuma, I have a question I want to ask."

Tsurumaru, who dawdled beside him for a long time, finally ran over: "What happened to the big wings just now? Could it be possible that the Taidao can also be polarized?"

"There's nothing wrong with what you think."

What I didn't say was that this set of evolutions was developed by Karasuma himself. Whether other swords can be successful depends on the individual.

Tsurumaru, who received an affirmative answer, was very satisfied. He had already thought about what he would do after he had wings.

In short, flap your wings and fly up, and go shoulder to shoulder with the sun.