——The battle is over.

The two people who have the same desire, who have obviously had a bond that even surpassed their bloodlines, had to fight each other with the goal of completely eliminating each other, and had the same name and origin.

Such a battle finally... came to an end here.

Xiao Lan can't remember how long it lasted.

However, I thought I would always be bound by my own thoughts, but it was not as heavy as I expected.

That was the past that happened just now, and experienced personally.

In just a short moment, it seemed to have become a distant memory.

However, one thing is certain.

This past that has passed will never be forgotten, will never be discarded, and will never be repeated...

The swords that attack each other splashed sparks.

The atmosphere of mutual suppression of silk.

After a long period of offense and defense.

It can no longer be called a fighting skill. It abandons all skills. It is extremely clumsy and is just trying to deny the opponent's life to fight to the death.

But that's what's the thing that has left an indelible mark in his life...

——That is the impossible sword and halberd.

The body that was cut by a sword and approached the break was covered in wounds.

The fingers were broken, the hands and feet were broken, and even I didn't even notice it. Both sides' breathing had already stopped. The original face was full of resoluteness, firmness and courage, and all the faces were irresistible and covered by fatigue.

The two men who were in the duel would only fall completely.

The magic bullet can no longer be released, and it cannot be condensed like a phantom sword. Even if it is multiple existences and dimension folding, time interference and space domination, or all the mystery of nothingness, which was once called power, is no longer able to bear...

However, even so, the momentum of both sides did not decrease at all, but instead became more and more prosperous.

Both of them have indeed weakened to the extreme, but their will has condensed to an unprecedented height. There is no terrifying oppression that will tremble and unable to move, nor is there the power that just stands in place to shake the entire space. Instead, there is a more wonderful feeling of going deeper into the soul and deeper into the essence.

The two people with the same name just held the only weapon they could trust in their hands with great firm determination, forgetting everything else and staring at the other self that they saw in the mirror-

That's right, it's exactly the same.

The long hair that was in the way was cut off. The mixed blood and water stuck together, making each other feel as if they were in the hell blood pool of Jiuyou.

The cumbersome clothes were chopped, and the wounds that could be seen in the bones were covered with the whole body, making both sides seem to be shattered and broken in the next moment.

Even the temperament returns to the source together, the burning heat that burns simply for the sake of living.

I don't know when my eyes turned into darkness. It was no longer a dark deep pool that could swallow everything, but turned into a calm sea, vast and boundless, with some faint waves flashing on it.

At this moment, the only one who can distinguish between them is probably the only weapon that has never been released in their hands...

The sword is filled with coldness.

The knife flashed with an arc.

He abandoned all unnecessary and unnecessary movements, but used extremely simple things, just to deny the other party's will, holding the sword to suppress the spirit of being about to be liberated, dragging the cracked body to wave the weapon in the most primitive way.

If the speed of the rushing is not worth mentioning, the attack you swing will not be powerful.

In this way, the random swing is really a mediocre sword strike.

……However.

Such an attack is still heavier than any attack that has always been.

The rising sword strike was like crazy, and the intensity of the sword halberds that were fighting each other was even incomparable to before.

The space is broken and collapsed...

Time twisted, broken...

Energy generation, annihilation...

Material nothingness. Disappearance...

The chaotic darkness flowing against the sky was also shattered in the bursting wind.

In the cracks of time and space that burst out, you can see the endless sea of ​​stars in the vast universe.

However, whether it is the stars that release light and heat at heart, the beautiful nebula depicted by countless burning stars, or the Milky Way that spirals in billions of years, or even the endless super-dimensional multiverse itself, which was born from the original singularity, in this void and spark that have forgotten all the battles of the two, they are shattered like dreams depicted on the mirror, and the dimensional fragments of thousands of worlds are quietly falling like star dust in the endless void...

——After all, where is there such power left?

Neither of them knows, nor does it need to know at all.

The battle that has already reached the end, even if there is room for thinking, there is no room for thinking!

The strong wind surpassed the killing and took the head straight to the top, and the opponent instantly used a sword blade to counterattack, and the sword that was cut hard was forced to break out. The destruction of the sword immediately turned into a Mercedes-Benz thunder flash, attacking the enemy who was already dying...

The swords and halberds opened and closed violently, and even a trace of error could not be allowed.

Both of them waved their weapons desperately.

The Taboo Sword and the Blade of Unbounded Continuously Contest.

The chaotic void is full of shattered wounds. Whether it is time and space or cosmic dimensions, everything is completely cut into nothingness at the moment of entering.

That is actually a concrete manifestation of the two people's hearts that are constantly repelling each other but constantly integrating with each other.

——So, the end of decisive death came.

The flames that are about to burn out will bloom for the last shine.

Each wave requires the pain of hell, and the release of each blow makes the soul tremble rapidly. However, both sides use all their strength to stand firm and wave their weapons again before they are about to fall.

You can be sure if you see this.

The other party has no strength anymore.

The other self in front of me was like what I saw in my eyes. It was already a dead body like myself.

But--

For some reason, in the hand wielding the sword, it seemed as if there was endless power.

Why is this?

Don't think about it, the simplest logic is needed here.

Because the enemy did not stop.

So I can't stop myself.

Even though the strength of the whole body has been exhausted, the two people named "Xiao Lan" still grasped his consciousness.

Use your arms that are about to break. Continue to wave.

In the end, there was only one sound left, with all his strength.

Well...that's the end, let's end!

Well...that's the end, let's end!

Just as resonating, the exact same sound rang out in the broken void.

The dead sword was raised high and sang the final break.

The long blade that must be destroyed is closed to the waist and calls for the last reunion.

The last one.

Face to face, launched a charge without any if.

At this moment, I clearly saw my reflection.

That look was indeed the same.

That straightforward, just look at yourself.

Because of that impact, the pain that broke a leg or a hand was not completely paralyzed.

The pain that is enough to destroy itself can be suppressed by will.

The collapsed body is not distracted by such unnecessary things.

The enemy's left chest is empty and half of his body is broken, this will become the last blow.

However, such a thing was not considered.

All considered is-

Before being killed, hand out your blade faster!

Can catch up.

If it is yourself, it will be easy to catch up.

That's the last blow.

There is no reason, nor is there any reason.
To be continued...