I'll kill you after I finish this game!

With unwavering belief in each other's ultimate victory, there's no need to think about anything else.

"boom---!"

The fist and sword roared as Mibu Sojiro and Kujou Shiori once again delivered a powerful combined attack, blocking the demon's giant hand.

"I've come to learn from you—!" X2.

The double impact of sparks exploding in the vacuum of space ignited the flames of war!

Awe-inspiring and chaotic, yet striving for the truth.

The dazzling dance of swords and fists begins here.

"Uwaa ...

The infinite, or rather, the endless, purple silk threads burst forth, working together with Mibu Sojiro's 'severing' sword strike to shatter the giant hand of the demon god's image!

However, it also came at the cost of damaged power and the potential death of nearly 60 million ingots of purple silk, blocking the Dharma Aspect attack unleashed by Shichisho.

choke----!

Then, without having time to pay much attention to Shiori, Mibu Soujiro unleashed his first sword flash, launching a surprise attack with the fastest and most powerful speed. The sword light pierced through the brow of the demon god's image like a shooting star.

However, the demonic form did not die. It has no weaknesses such as a heart or brain. Unless you completely annihilate it, it will continue to fight to the death to kill its enemies.

Just like now —

"Bam—!"

The colossal, god-like being roared and swung its other arm at supersonic speed, smashing it down without even looking!

This attack doesn't need to be aimed; if the enemy wants to protect the army behind them that is channeling the power of prayer, they will have to take it head-on!

"Coughing and gagging!!!"

However, she still managed to block it with great difficulty. Jiuding Zizhi screamed through gritted teeth as her right arm was completely annihilated and rotted away. Moreover, she died a miserable death with a 40 million chance of survival.

She vomited a large jet of blood like a fountain. She could have withstood the injury without making a sound, but Nanami's attack was like torture from the deepest hell.

The power of extreme pain is not something you can simply choose to avoid. You can be driven insane by the pain, screaming incoherently and even defecating and urinating in agony.

This won't work; we need to break them from within!

The message was exchanged with Mibu Sojiro in an instant. The two knew the vast difference between themselves and Nanami, so this couldn't go on.

With keen eyes, they spotted the brow pierced by Mibu Sojiro's sword, and immediately transformed into shooting stars, rushing inside to wreak havoc.

Upon entering, what greeted their eyes was not some kind of brain tissue, but a starry universe that resembled another world.

The reason it is called another world is to indicate that this place is a different realm from the real universe.

Or perhaps it's some kind of nauseating, massive exchange hell.

The bizarre and exotic cosmic landscapes here made many viewers' hair stand on end, and some even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Each planet was like a living organism, with all sorts of viscous and twisted rotting flesh piled up and compressed together, constantly writhing and spewing out nauseating, sky-covering, toxic gases.

Countless seemingly lifeless and empty eyes blinked above the tentacles, and when outsiders entered, they all looked at the Sword Demon and the Fist Demon.

"Oh dear, should we call your actions accidental or just foolish? You actually went to someone else's territory to seek death, trying to defeat them from within? Are your brains just decorations?"

The moment the two entered, the writhing, rotten, and poisonous flesh accumulated and coalesced, and then Nanami's smiling figure in a kimono appeared.

"What a disgusting and perverse field! Is this your taste?"

Jiuding Zizhi was disgusted by everything around her, raising an eyebrow and mocking Nanami's strange and twisted taste.

This field is indeed disgusting and repulsive, that much is undeniable. Nanami didn't respond to Shiori's sarcasm with any expression, only saying in a weak and light tone:

"I'm really sorry, this is a manifestation of my past illnesses. It's a luxury to see any beautiful scenery here. I didn't have a healthy body like you two before."

Upon hearing this, countless viewers immediately understood; it turned out that this was an amplified and intensified version of Nanami's illness, which was a hundred million.

In a place where disease manifests, what kind of beautiful scenery do you expect to see?

Similarly, although Nanami was once an exquisitely beautiful woman on the outside, her body was in a terrible state inside. If you were to magnify the scene inside Nanami's body from a microscopic perspective, the degree of distortion would be similar to that here.

It's even more extreme.

"Hehehe, hahahahaha————"

Upon hearing this, Mibu Sojiro burst into excited laughter. He had no intention of commenting on the matter; at that moment, he only had eyes for Nanami.

This level of complete absorption even made Shiori a little jealous. Soujiro gazed at Nanami, or rather, at the divine sword named Nanami, and said:

"I don't care about the surroundings or the past. I just want to fight you, who are also 'Swords'. You should be this strong, and it's only right that you are this strong. Otherwise, there would be no point in me coming here!"

Pleasure, satisfaction.

The overwhelmingly powerful Nanami before him was Soujiro's salvation. He desperately wanted to kill her, to clash with another sword, and then break her.

Soujiro, like a child, laughed happily. Even though he had been defeated and nearly killed by Nanami in the past, he did not feel discouraged or afraid at this moment.

It's so good to be able to see the other person. If the enemy isn't the other person, then the killing techniques I honed for them would be meaningless.

The things that are not severed, and the things that cannot be severed, are so fascinating.

"I'm a guy who gets bored easily, I want to cut everything down, but what I haven't been able to cut off, or rather, what I haven't been able to cut off yet, you're so charming..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I know what kind of person you are, but is it really stupid of you to say another woman is charming in front of me?"

"Sorry, I just said it because I felt like it."

Unable to contain himself, Mibu Soujiro had entered a state of delusional reverie, while Shiori, seemingly ignoring her injuries, complained to him.

But both of them felt joy because they felt it again, and with the blessing of prayer, they felt that feeling once more.

Under this pressure, I am being purified, getting closer to 'that,' which is why I feel so joyful.

I'm going to chop you up!

"As a woman, I also want to continue to experience your strength!"

Sword Demon and Fist Demon exhaled materialized battle aura, and the two innocent-looking individuals revealed hearty smiles.

The blade whispered a desire to kill, crying out, "Let me cut you!"

His fist clenched tightly with a cracking sound, and the fighting spirit of the Mirage Tower of the Sun Flame was rising!

Ignoring the so-called difference in combat power, and unaware of the existence of such things, those who would even consider the existence of such things now are just low-quality minions.

The past defeat melted away, and the purity of their fists and swords continued to rise, as evidenced by the increasing sword energy and bursting fist intent.

"I'm not good at dealing with people like you. Although I don't dislike you, please don't get one thing wrong. I'm just an incarnation of a Dharma form, similar to the possibility techniques you use. You're just things that are distinguished from weeds. Do I really need to exert so much effort to deal with you?"

Qi Shi spoke in a light and sarcastic tone, which was very ironic and contemptuous. Even though the other party did not have that mocking tone, it was precisely because of that that it was even more infuriating.

However, compared to anger, Soujiro and Shiori had no right to show any emotions outside of the battle when facing Nanami's attack.

And what the other party said was true.

Sizzle s ...

Suddenly, a sound like steak being grilled on a hot iron plate rang out on the skin of Shiori and Soujiro, and their skin, or rather their entire bodies, began to rot.

"————Tsk!" X2.

“See? Those of you who haven’t reached Tai Chi should understand the difference in rank.” Nanami stood on the writhing mass of flesh, looking calmly and indifferently at the two rotting people, and said, “Although we can’t die like weeds, dying like rotting, stinking flesh is the proper end for life.”

Yes, any bright and beautiful life will inevitably rot and stink the moment it turns into a corpse.

Apart from those plants that don't have the resources to become corpses.

puff--!

Nanami casually raised her hand and struck, the incredibly powerful sword energy of the Phantom Blade style piercing directly through Shiori's chest. Then, she joined her hands together to form a blade and attacked the two of them!

The two were quite lucky; it wasn't Nanami herself standing in front of them. Otherwise, the blow that pierced Shiori's chest wouldn't have given her much of a chance to survive.

However, this is also a very unfortunate and dire situation, because the original Seven is still moving freely.

Those who remain outside, will they be able to withstand Nanami's attack and avoid annihilation?

There was no way to imagine a good outcome, because the reality was just that bad, so all Shiori and Soujiro could do was to deal with each other as quickly as possible!

"cough----!"

Faced with Nanami's attack of one against two, Shiori and Soujiro were at a disadvantage and put up a very difficult fight.

In Nanami's hands, the art of swordsmanship, the Kyoto-ryu style, had reached an incomprehensible level, and in direct combat, Nanami was not afraid of anyone.

Moreover, Sojiro and Shiori's bodies were still in a state of corrosion, and the breath they coughed up was extremely foul.

The stench of death they were used to on the battlefield, the stench of corpses lying on the roadside, relentlessly assaulted their nostrils.

But the root of that stench was floating on their own skin, their own skin and flesh were being corroded.

The excruciating pain that Nanami has endured since birth, combined with the power of a certain zombie soldier she had encountered, has transformed into a terrifying otherworld she has woven here.

It's not "created," but it's similar to a Reality Marble, um... a Reality Marble far exceeding the scale of the real universe!

In this arena, Mibu Sojiro is in a bad position, and Kujou Shiori is in an even worse position, because there is no possibility for them to gain the upper hand.

Everywhere was teeming with decaying disease and poisonous gas. It was true that Nanami was right to mock them for being foolish at first. Coming here was like entering someone else's territory, putting them at a disadvantage of being inferior.

But for them as a whole, this was indeed the most correct choice.

Compared to letting Nanami's Avici Hell ravage the outside world and destroy the vital Shenzhou army, that would be far more disastrous for them.

That's why they had to take a risky move, since they were definitely weaker than Nanami overall without Modora and Matilda.

"What's wrong? You're all talk and no action, why are you looking so pathetic?"

Nanami mastered the series of secret techniques and moves of the Kyoto-ryu style to an almost supernatural degree. In close combat, she was fearless of Shiori's fists and feet, and sword fighting was also one of Nanami's strengths.

With a hand chop, he sliced ​​off a large chunk of rotting flesh from the two men, then unleashed another strike—the Phantom Blade Style: Dandelion—piercing their bodies and sending them flying into a galaxy filled with foul, corrosive gas. Nanami spoke lightly:

"You want to use me to sharpen your knife? Aren't you afraid of breaking yourself?"

The two opponents wanted the pressure from his strength to force him to break through, and Qi Shi knew them inside and out.

But she didn't have many emotions or opinions; her strong self-confidence kept her in the mindset of "no matter how strong you are, you can't defeat me head-on."

"Goo-ga-ha--!"

After the blood, containing fragments of rotting internal organs, was spat out, it evaporated in this other world, becoming part of the poison gas.

This is divine power. Although I have never seen it, or rather, I do not have the strength or qualifications to witness Nanami's Tai Chi, it is undoubtedly a divine skill with a difference in rank.