A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

She didn't know...

In a trance, Miyamoto Musashi's cochlea, which was filled with tinnitus, seemed to sense that something was constantly causing such an impact in the deepest part of her ear, and soon she suddenly realized it.

It's the wind!

The tiny breeze passed through her ears and reached the deepest part, but did not harm any part of the cochlea. It just used the rotating wind field to constantly create tinnitus, making it impossible for her to distinguish what was happening around her through hearing.

There is no doubt that both the drops of blood and the tinnitus caused by the wind field were actions carried out before entering the state of nothingness with the help of inhibitory force. Only after entering such a state will they take effect naturally.

What a terrifying foresight...

Miyamoto Musashi felt a chill in her heart, but she did not feel helpless because of it.

She could still hold the sword in her hand, and her hands could still swing the knife. As long as she was still alive and could still swing the sword, then everything was not over, and she would not give up just like that.

However, just as Miyamoto Musashi once again gathered all his magic power into his two swords, he was almost desperately trying to release the Noble Phantasm that had not been completed for some reason.

It seemed that because of the protection of the restraining force, in this special space, Miyamoto Musashi could clearly feel that some changes were taking place in his body, and the two swords in his hands had the power to move mountains.

Miyamoto Musashi used all her magic power to wield the two swords. She thought that this was the first time she was so serious and devoted since she came to this world. She was not satisfied with the result.

She needed to prove herself, and she needed to prove herself with the sword energy that she was most proud of. Although the opponent who restrained her was powerful, she was still more skilled!

The feeling of piercing flesh and blood gradually began to come from the blade, as if announcing to Miyamoto Musashi the victory it was about to bring him. That was exactly what Miyamoto Musashi hoped to see, the dawn of victory!

Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, it gradually broke through to the outside world. Miyamoto Musashi could never have mistaken the feeling of the knife cutting through the flesh and blood vessels inch by inch. It was the feeling she was extremely familiar with after challenging countless warriors with special skills, defeating them, and even killing them.

It's not that she is completely ignorant of the techniques of killing, but rather than killing the other party, she would rather steal their martial arts and even work out a solution, allowing them to continue living with failure and unwillingness.

Only a few who trampled on the name of the samurai and took pleasure in killing would be mercilessly slain by her sword. Other than that, there were some monsters and the like...

But at this moment, she had to swing the sword with the premise of killing the other party. After all, if she did not swing the sword with such thoughts and ideas, Miyamoto Musashi had a premonition that she would be the first to die at his hands.

She was not afraid of her own death. After all, logically speaking, she had died countless times, and it was almost a common occurrence.

However, she still had important things to do. She still needed to resolve this singularity. The restraining force also told her to resolve the singularity before moving on to the next world...

In a moment, Miyamoto Musashi only heard something being torn apart, and even the double swords in her hands felt a little relieved from the top. She understood that her double swords had returned to their original state, and the opponent's body was also pierced by her double swords.

"Since you've been tricked, just die quietly!"

Miyamoto Musashi screamed at this moment, and the intervention of the restraining force also withdrew at this moment. The time and space that had been stretched very long were reversed at this moment, and the part of Miyamoto Musashi's face stained with blood where the cheeks could be seen turned pale in an instant.

The pain that came at this moment was not from the wound on his face that penetrated deep into his bones, but from his chest, from the location of his spiritual core...

The spiritual foundation is shattering because the spiritual core hidden in the heart is collapsing. It should be only a small part of the damage, but it has become an ant hole that destroys the seawall.

Miyamoto Musashi pulled out the two swords that were inserted into her body. The moment the two swords were completely pulled out, she felt the touch coming from inside her body, the touch of the blades cutting through her flesh...

Immediately afterwards, some obscure sounds floated in the empty air. Miyamoto Musashi listened carefully to this sound that she had never heard before. With the help of the knowledge given by the Holy Grail, she quickly understood it.

Looking up at the twin stars, we swore an oath of love.

Wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and even a branch in the ground.

The two families are like shape and shadow, living together for generations.

This was not a romantic confession, but an alluring iron chain that firmly connected her and him together.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi finally understood why a wound exactly the same as hers appeared on the other person's face before she entered the space under the interference of the inhibitory force, and even why her own treasure lost its effect. She gradually understood at this moment.

The restraining force's interference was not to make her observe more, but to allow her to avoid the harm she caused to herself. Under this chain of iron chains, all the harm suffered by the other party was consistent with herself, and the harm she suffered would naturally be fed back to him.

However, he was not a pure Servant. Her sword had indeed penetrated into it, into the heart that should be called the "spiritual core", but there was nothing there, not even a heart. It was like a mass of nothingness called "flesh and blood" that wrapped around her two swords.

She was defeated, defeated by her own arrogance. Miyamoto Musashi was a little depressed, but she did not lose heart.

Looking at the blurry figure again, Miyamoto Musashi's mouth corners slightly raised, and at this moment his body began to disappear because of the complete shattering of his spirit core.

"You know me, I might have seen you somewhere..."

Miyamoto Musashi smiled and spoke again calmly.

"If we have the chance to meet again, I will defeat you again next time!"

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It was hard to hold on. We broke up because I just wrote every day and had no time to comfort her. Then we broke up...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 48: Van Gogh's Paintings/Miyamoto Musashi's Next Meeting

Miyamoto Musashi's exit happened in just a moment. Even in the eyes of ordinary people, Miyamoto Musashi was only one step away from victory. The broken sword had already pierced into the opponent's body, even completely piercing it. Under the normal release of the treasure, it had completely penetrated his body.

However, at this moment, the one who was on the verge of death was not Duanmu Ye who had broken free from the two swords that pierced his chest, but Miyamoto Musashi who seemed to be unharmed except for his face.

Slowly, the sound from the sky lingered in the void. Miyamoto Musashi's last words could not be spoken at this moment without any room for hesitation, and he did not even have any thought of struggling again.

It's not that she doesn't want to give up, but she has to. Miyamoto Musashi's face is full of regret. In her eyes, the curse that hurts the other party and also causes equal harm to herself is too buggy, which makes her have no desire to continue fighting.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi had a look of relief on his face, and he almost accepted his failure, which was perfectly demonstrated at this moment. He had no intention of doing anything else, let alone planning a Jedi counterattack.

Duanmu Ye calmly looked at Miyamoto Musashi in front of him. There seemed to be a little difference in her gradually collapsing and disappearing figure, but Duanmu Ye's eyes could not see how this collapse was different from the Servants he had seen defeated by him before.

It's not that he didn't completely trust his intuition, nor that he didn't believe that the ability of the "Iron Chain" card he just used to bind himself and Miyamoto Musashi together was forced to be invulnerable due to certain special factors and interference.

It was just that just now, Duanmu Ye could clearly feel the knife, and the space around him was interfered with by some special force, which prevented him from breaking his arm in the first place and actively turning back to destroy Miyamoto Musashi's other eye.

Although she did make the decision with this idea in mind at the beginning, the fact was that Miyamoto Musashi seized the second before he took action and completed her plan. With the help of perhaps the restraining force, she deployed her Noble Phantasm at such a close distance.

Of course, Duanmu Ye also understood why Miyamoto Musashi did not choose to evacuate immediately after being hurt so much, but chose to approach him instead.

He also discovered that the robe he was wearing was most likely the armor of the opera god. Combining the scenes of Yang Yuhuan and the content of Song of Everlasting Sorrow, Duanmu Ye was able to accurately identify it as the "Prince of Western Qin" in the "Tang Xuanzong's Theory", the so-called young master of the opera world and a folk god.

Under this robe, the attacks that can be immune are quite comprehensive. If this power is fully used like just now, it would be like the so-called summoning of gods.

However, folk gods do not have the status of orthodox mythology after all, and cannot compete with the true branch of Acala displayed by Miyamoto Musashi.

Although Miyamoto Musashi is a real Japanese, the lines of the Noble Phantasm she chanted are not purely about Japanese gods. The seemingly smooth words "Temma Daijizai Tenjin" are actually two completely different existences.

The "Tenman" here refers to Sugawara no Michizane. Although he is a funny god who was so resentful that he frightened the emperor to canonize him as a god, behind his name is a top-notch master.

Duanmu Ye didn't care about Sugawara no Michizane, whose status in Japanese mythology was comparable to that of Confucius in China. What he cared about and even had to take emergency precautions for was the true identity of the Nioh Tensho, the Lord Mahadeva in the suffix, that is, Lord Shiva in Indian mythology, a destructive rebirth that he had to pay attention to.

Indian mythology has always been a box-stacking mythology that doesn't take numerical inflation into account. Just trying to understand it, or even flipping through it, can be a bit of a headache and overwhelming, let alone reading and studying it in detail...

However, even if he had never studied this aspect of mythology, Duanmu Ye had some knowledge of "Lord Shiva", who can be said to be the most powerful god in Indian mythology.

The Dharma image called "Niou" in Japanese mythology, the Dharma image of the deity that appeared behind Miyamoto Musashi, is actually the "Acala Myo-o" in Indian mythology, one of the incarnations of Lord Shiva.

With this kind of relationship, it was obvious that he, a young man descended from a folk god, could not resist the incarnation of Shiva in Indian mythology after defeating Sugawara no Michizane in Miyamoto Musashi.

With the added bonus of this myth, he had no choice but to try to hurt the enemy by ten thousand and hurt himself by eight thousand, and to try to use some power outside this planet.

After being hit by such an attack, Duanmu Ye could already imagine that if he had done nothing at that time, he would have suffered a nearly devastating blow under such an attack, and perhaps even lost his human form.

This yellow robe cannot be regarded as the manifestation of the King in Yellow. The conflict between the two occurred on the arms, and the sleeves exploded in an instant. Now, it is eating away at other parts of the robe. Even though the speed is very slow, Duanmu Ye cannot deny that Hastur's power is trying to dominate.

It's like what happens in a lion's territory. The immortal lion king returns for some reason, only to find that an unknown person has occupied his territory and residence...

At this moment, Hastur's power was constantly emitting an extremely terrifying aura from his right hand. Around his arm, which was invisible to the naked eye, there was a high-speed rotating hurricane, which was enough to tear apart anything that approached. Even if it had a treasure that could avoid damage, it might develop some cracks under the erosion of such a hurricane.

Feeling that this power was trying to take control of his body, Duanmu Ye, who had regained Hastur's power, had to shift all his attention from confirming whether Miyamoto Musashi was really collapsing and whether he was really completing the exit ceremony, to his own body at this moment.

Van Gogh, who was painting something, also raised his head at this moment. In his constantly flashing eyes, there seemed to be some special colors passing through his eyes and falling on the ground in front of her.

The stopped painting brush made Yang Yuhuan focus her attention on Van Gogh, but no matter how she tried to call him, Van Gogh seemed to have no feeling and always remained staring blankly at the front.

Yang Yuhuan didn't understand why it was useless for Van Gogh to call out to her at this moment. She could clearly hear the sound of the brush on the drawing board just now, but Yang Yuhuan didn't call out to Van Gogh again and just walked on this road until the end.

Shifting her gaze from the dazed Van Gogh to her paintings, which vividly depicted the current scene and the confrontation between Duanmu Ye and Miyamoto Musashi with oil paintings, Yang Yuhuan could not help but marvel at how Van Gogh's painting skills had reached a superb level. Even the painters she remembered could not produce so many paintings in such a short time.

Moving along the oil paintings piled up next to Van Gogh towards the painting in her hand, the slight smile on Yang Yuhuan's face completely froze at this moment.

It was a work that was completely different from other paintings. It did not have those extremely brilliant colors. Only red and yellow pigments intertwined as the main background appeared in the field of vision.

Under the red and yellow flames, there was a man who had taken off all the clothes on his upper body. He quietly raised his right hand, which was burning with a special yellow paint, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Yang Yuhuan was certain that the man in the painting was Duanmu Ye. She knew that Van Gogh would present all the scenes through paintings, and those paintings were basically predictive paintings made a few seconds or even minutes in advance, which was very magical. She was also very interested in Van Gogh's paintings.

However...the Duanmu Ye who appeared in the painting at this moment was obviously no longer in his current appearance in the theatrical robe, but was thinking without any guard or defense.

But if it were just this, Yang Yuhuan, who repeatedly picked up the drawing board to compare with Duanmu Ye at the moment, would not have shown such an expression, because on Van Gogh's painting, there were colorful black circles painted with a blurry ball of paint.

It was a black color painted with many kinds of pigments. In the black circle that was finally covered by the black pigment, there were many colorful pigments mixed in it, converging into colorful black.

This incredible picture could not be an unexpected disaster. Van Gogh was in a daze at the moment. Yang Yuhuan thought that this black hole must represent some special event, and Van Gogh must have foreseen such a thing and even painted it, which caused her to fall into such a daze.

However, just like in the painting, Miyamoto Musashi's figure turned into a point of light and disappeared in reality. Duanmu Ye was the only one left on the entire front battlefield. He slowly raised his right hand, which was completely soaked in blood, and began to think.

But Yang Yuhuan didn't know how far into the future this painting represented. Perhaps in the next second, in the next blink of an eye, the robe on Duanmu Ye would disappear, and the strange black hole would appear behind him.

Behind you? !

Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan looked up as if she had thought of something. The painting in her hands was shaking constantly. The waves of magic power coming from afar made it difficult for her to stand firmly.

But at this moment, Yang Yuhuan seemed to have thought of something. After swallowing her saliva, she took a step that might be a little difficult for her.

The deep pit that had been split open by Okita Souji previously served as a trench dividing the battlefield. However, Yang Yuhuan, who had stepped halfway out of the trench, was soon blown to the ground by the magical wind and waves coming from the battle between Okita Souji and Oda Nobunaga in the distance.

The flames burning around her had no effect on her. Even the air around her seemed unusually fresh to her, bringing her a hint of coolness.

However, how could a "Servant" like her possibly withstand the battle between two demon god-level Servants? Although the powerful pressure was much weaker than Duanmu Ye's power, it still made it difficult for Yang Yuhuan to stand firm.

He stood up shakily from the ground, and the moment he raised his head, he saw Duanmu Ye clenching his fists. It seemed that he had made some decision. The melody that was lingering in the void gradually faded away the moment he clenched his fists. Even the lines that were supposed to continue had no follow-up.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuhuan saw that the clothes on Duanmu Ye were gradually breaking into pieces. Although the speed was very slow for her, the content on the painting emerged in her mind at this moment.

"don't want......"

Yang Yuhuan spoke with difficulty, but her already weak voice was ruthlessly drowned out by other voices in the noisy battlefield as soon as she spoke, leaving no room for her to speak.

After thinking for a moment, Duanmu Ye frowned and decided to temporarily give up the spiritual clothes that appeared for some unknown reason. He suddenly had a bad premonition. When he looked up at his surroundings, a gust of dust that was raised for some unknown reason covered most of the surrounding scene.

Is it an illusion?

Duanmu Ye asked himself in his heart, choosing to accept Hastur's power again was to avoid some unnecessary trouble. He could clearly feel the anger and frenzy brought by this power, just like the incarnation of Hastur's "Distant Reveller", full of madness and anger, and not as gentle as the King in Yellow.

At this moment, he had no choice but to give up the power of the spiritual robe and use his body to fully accept its existence. Perhaps this would allow Van Gogh to retain the ability of the "Nobleman of the Wind" while he could also master some of Hastur's power.

This idea seemed to appear suddenly in his head. Although it sounded a bit crazy, Duanmu Ye really wanted to try it, try to use this to regain control of his power.

As the clothes on his body began to fade away like flying dust after being burned to ashes, in order to prevent himself from appearing completely naked in front of Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye chose to keep the clothes on his lower body first, to see how far this small piece of flesh could go, and then look for a spare pair of pants.

However, just as Duanmu Ye was planning this, a painting was brought to him by a group of butterflies burning with faint blue flames through the thick dust. Even though the painting fell to the ground at a distance because the butterflies were completely burned out, Duanmu Ye still recognized the owner of the painting and the content in it at a glance.

Duanmu Ye turned around suddenly and stabbed the Longquan sword in his hand behind him without hesitation. The crisp sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the dust, and at the same time, it also dispersed a lot of unsightly dust.

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi who was kneeling on one knee and using both swords to block the thrusts and slashes, Duanmu Ye's face did not have a confident smile, but a serious expression.

"It seems... this is the next meeting you mentioned?"

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 49: Miyamoto Musashi's Defeat, the Falling Starlight from the Sky

"Oh my... this is a bit bad..."

Miyamoto Musashi, who blocked the Longquan sword with two swords, raised his head with an expression of surprise and helplessness.

Her spiritual core was indeed destroyed, and even now, her entire spiritual base was in a state of collapse.

However, the "death" just now was fake. When she said to Duanmu Ye, "Next time we meet, I will definitely defeat him," she had already planned the sneak attack at this moment.

Combat endurance is not just about being able to stand up and move for a while after suffering almost fatal damage. The manifestations of this skill are extremely diverse. It can be said that every heroic spirit who possesses this ability must have had an extremely strong desire to survive during his lifetime, and may even have accomplished the feat to obtain such ability.

This is the case with Miyamoto Musashi. As long as she can win, no matter if she uses sweet words to deceive others or plays dead in order not to lose, as long as she can survive and then come back after super recovery and knock the opponent to the ground, as long as she can win alive in the end, the despicable "death once" is not something that will pang her conscience.

However, that was something he would only think about after he had finally achieved victory. His previously tried and tested method of pretending to be dead, a "death" that was even more perfect than his life, was ruthlessly shattered at this moment.

"How did you guess it?"

Miyamoto Musashi was very curious, because she was sure that her "death" disguise was flawless. There was even a moment when she really thought that she had no other choice but to let her spiritual foundation gradually dissipate.

This kind of disguise that almost deceived herself should not be discovered. In fact, before this, the other party had actually chosen to take off that troublesome defensive treasure as she had imagined, exposing his original body in front of her.

Since he's not an ordinary Servant, since he doesn't possess a spirit core, there must be some way to kill him, perhaps by chopping off his head, or perhaps by completely destroying his body...

In short, Miyamoto Musashi does not believe that there is anything that cannot be killed. Even the three most terrifying monsters in her knowledge can be killed by outstanding Onmyoji.

Therefore, even though he witnessed the opponent's strange abilities and the information that seemed to know him well, Miyamoto Musashi planned his own "death", creating the illusion that he had sailed through thousands of mountains on the front battlefield, and planned to make him give up that power on his own initiative.

As it turned out, her bet was right. The opponent did take off his defensive treasure after that. However, she did not win the bet. The opponent did not guess her plan, allowing her to complete this sneak attack...

In response, Duanmu Ye used the Longquan sword in his hand to block the two swords that seemed to have been accumulating momentum for a long time. His expression did not change at all because of Miyamoto Musashi's question.

The cold and empty eyes seemed like the judge at the judgment seat. The long sword that continued to exert force pushed Miyamoto Musashi's two swords lower as time went by, making her body kneeling on the ground become more compact, leaving her no room to fight back.