Chapter 65 Strengthening the Blood Blade
Under the gray sky, the continuous rain curtain is like a fine gauze curtain, shrouding the whole world in hazy.
The moist earth was gently knocked by raindrops, stirring up layers of dust, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.
In this rain curtain, Hei Shimou and Lin Yi stood quietly, their eyes piercing through the layers of rain curtain and locked on each other.
A raindrop accidentally fell on the sword blade that Lin Yi was holding tightly, making a slight sound.
The blade of the sword produced a subtle arc under the touch of raindrops. This imperceptible change was enough to change the entire battle situation.
Naturally, Hei Shimo would not miss this opportunity.
With a movement of his body, he passed through the rain curtain like a ghost. At this moment, the long knife in his hand bloomed with a breathtaking cold light. With an unparalleled murderous aura, he struck Lin Yi directly with an unstoppable momentum. Crucial.
Facing Hei Death Mou's attack, the Black Rose Sword in Lin Yi's hand stabbed out as fast as lightning, pointing directly at Hei Death Mou's heart.
This attack is both insidious and rapid, like a poisonous snake suddenly emerging from hell, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
Although Hei Shimo caught Lin Yi's attack, at this critical moment, he could only hold the sword across his chest, trying to block Lin Yi's attack.
"Qiang!" A clear sound of metal collision sounded, and the blade of the sword collided fiercely with the tip of the Black Rose Sword.
This impact force produced an invisible shock wave that rippled rapidly in the air, and even the surrounding rain curtain was shaken slightly by this force.
Hei Shimo only felt a powerful counter-shock force suddenly hit him, and passed along the blade into his arm. The shock made his arm sore and numb, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.
Hei Shimo stopped retreating at his feet, and three full moon-shaped slashing ripples came out of his hand, like a crescent moon cutting through the night sky, heading towards Lin Yi with fierce killing intent.
Facing Hei Shimo's counterattack, Lin Yi's eyes were solemn, knowing that these three slashes were no small matter.
Holding the long sword tightly, Lin Yi stabbed three swords in succession in a very short period of time, each sword blocking the trajectory of the strike with incomparable accuracy.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!" Three crisp metal collisions sounded one after another, and Lin Yi successfully defused Hei Shimo's counterattack.
During the fierce exchange, Lin Yi suddenly heard a subtle but crisp clicking sound.
This sound broke through the din of the battle like water piercing through stone, causing both sides to stop their movements in unison.
The two of them focused their gazes on the source of the sound at the same time, and saw a crack as thin as a hair appearing where the sword in Hei Shimo's hand was hit by the tip of Lin Yi's sword.
Although this crack is small, it is as eye-catching as a chasm in the eyes of both parties.
Hei Shimo was shocked. The damage to his weapon was undoubtedly extremely unfavorable news for him.
But Hei Shimo had no intention of giving up. He quickly adjusted his tactics, and with a twist of the sword in his hand, he launched a more powerful attack - Breath of the Moon, Type of Land, Long Night Lonely Moon, and Wujian.
Dozens of full moon-like sword lights swept over, each exuding a chilling air.
Lin Yi made a horizontal slash. The light of the sword seemed extremely fragile the moment it touched the blade. He was keenly aware that this was probably a move deliberately used by Hei Shimo to delay time.
The blood on Hei Shimo's body surged like waves and wrapped around the sword.
As the blood penetrates, the sword seems to have been injected with a new soul, becoming more fierce and bloodthirsty, revealing a strange beauty and danger.
Hei Shimo knew in his heart that this strengthening time was very short, probably only a few seconds. He must launch an attack within this time and must win with one blow.
When the blood light was completely integrated into the sword, Hei Shimo's face instantly turned pale as paper, and his body couldn't help but start to tremble.
There was a trace of exhaustion and weakness in his eyes, and it was obvious that this strengthening had taken an extremely heavy toll on him. Sensing Hei Shimo's weakness, Lin Yi seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
The black rose in his hand shone with a soul-stirring cold light against the moonlight, as if foreshadowing the coming fatal blow.
Facing the incoming attack, Hei Shimou did not choose conventional defensive methods. Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly put the sword back into its sheath.
Seeing this abnormal behavior, a strong sense of uneasiness surged into Lin Yi's heart like a tide.
At this moment, the sword in Hei Shimou's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and a blood-red sword light pierced the night sky, slashing towards Lin Yi with lightning speed.
Wherever the sword light passed, the rain curtain was split into two.
For Lin Yi, the threat brought by this knife far exceeded all previous moves.
He could clearly sense that Hei Shimo had concentrated all his power and killing intent into this blow.
At this life-or-death moment, Lin Yi did not flinch or escape.
He held the long sword in his hand tightly and faced the blood-red sword light with an almost decisive attitude.
Hei Shimo's blood-red sword light collided with Lin Yi's sword tip.
Amidst the deafening metal collision, there seemed to be an invisible force tearing at the surrounding space.
The blood-red sword light was like the sickle of death, with cold and sharp killing intent, mercilessly slashing towards Lin Yi's chest.
With one blow, Lin Yi's blood volume dropped sharply, falling by two-thirds in the blink of an eye.
At this critical moment, the protective power in Lin Yi's hand suddenly triggered.
A bright green light shot out from the ring and quickly enveloped his whole body.
Under the nourishment of this green light, Lin Yi's wounds began to heal quickly, and his blood volume also increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, barely returning to the safety line.
Hei Sheimou didn't give Lin Yi much chance to breathe.
His figure flashed, and he instantly closed the distance with Lin Yi. The blood-red sword in his hand once again slashed at Lin Yi with an invincible force.
Lin Yi took a deep breath, endured the injuries on his body, gripped the sword tightly and faced him.
He knew that there was no way out for him at this moment. Only by trying his best to fight against the Black Death Mo could he have a chance to survive.
The sword light and the sword light collided fiercely in the air again, and the power of both sides completely exploded at this moment, as if they were going to destroy everything around them.
At this critical moment, a bright red fragment dissipated in front of the two people.
As the fragments dissipated, the blood-red color on the sword in Hei Shimo's hand gradually faded, revealing its original color.
At the same time, starting from the crack that was penetrated by the black and white rose, a crisp "click" sound resounded through the night sky.
The sword broke into two pieces in response, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was telling its unwillingness and helplessness.
Hei Shimo was stunned, a trace of shock and regret flashed in his eyes.
(End of chapter)