Chapter 1098 Shadow

Purple-red is more vicious than a centipede, blood-red is crazier than a chainsaw.

Breaking open the chest, penetrating the soul, tearing the flesh, corroding the spirit. What pierced Ash was not like two shadow swords, but more like two violent beasts. The almost harsh scorching sound was like a monster chewing his soul.

At this moment, the phantom of the extinct dragon behind Sonia was almost completely descended into the mortal world. The violent purple air submerged the outline of the red-haired girl, and her bright ruby ​​eyes twisted into a hideous vertical boy. The witch, the silver lamp, and Vichy seemed to see the sword girl that night again... They had imagined more than once that if the witch did not please Sonia, the silver lamp did not admit defeat, and Vichy did not apologize on the night when Sonia was most wronged, what would the sword girl do?

They finally saw the answer.

The slowly flowing time suddenly accelerated, and the sticky space melted like butter. No one could see the sword girl's blade. The sword disappeared in the middle of the swing, and everyone could only see a surging tide of blood.

The sword law chasing after her had no room to evade. It was clear that Sonia had spent at least six moments to turn around and swing the sword, but in the first moment, the blood tide devoured the six-winged angel. The distance of time and space became meaningless at this moment.

The Broken Lake Spirit is not only a sword and water spirit, but also mixed with some spatial power. "Lake water" is a common symbol of space, as the saying goes, the mountains and seas are far away.

Sonia doesn't even like swimming, so why would she want to "Broken Lake" for no reason?

"Broken Lake" has been a metaphor from the beginning. The first metaphor comes from the prison, because it carries their most beautiful and simple memories; the second metaphor is still the prison, because it represents the biggest obstacle they encountered at the beginning.

What Sonia really wants to break is not only the prison, but also all the obstacles between them. In front of the Broken Lake Spirit, the insignificant forces of time, space, death, and entropy cannot stop the sword girl's determination!

"The Curtain of Sorrow" violently evaporates the source power of the sword law, but it fails to convert even a magic sword. Even though the sword girl was already boiling with killing intent, her fighting skills were still accurate to the point of slaughter. What she swung out was not the mountains and the sea, but the anger of countless vicious trajectories superimposed together, each of which was accurate to the critical killing of the "Veil of Sorrow", just like using a rusty knife to torture an angel bit by bit!

Screams filled the sword rain, but it was not Ash, but Felix. The blonde girl with golden and silver wings flying looked at the shadow sword that pierced Ash, and wanted to reach out but didn't dare to touch it. She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. She felt like she was about to cry, and made a pitiful sound like a kettle boiling.

Ash was almost amused by her, and he squeezed out a smile while panting: "It's not inserted into you, what are you screaming?"

"But, but..." Felix wanted to touch the shadow sword, but was slapped away by Ash.

"Ash!" The voice of Diya's quartet was like thunder walking in the rain of swords. Ash had never heard her voice so majestic and urgent: "Pull out the sword quickly!"

"I'm fine." Ash breathed as slowly as possible, and even had the mood to joke: "This may be childish for you, but it's just right for me."

He certainly didn't look as relaxed as he seemed, but he wasn't as painful as the witches. As Ash said, they couldn't bear the despair, but Ash could barely hold on, not only because Ash's soul was stronger, but also because... he was not as scared as they were.

It hurt, it really hurt, the pain of piercing the heart and bones, Ash felt like he fell into a flesh and blood mill, being ground into dust bit by bit. But the real pain was not the pain itself, but the cruelest fantasy in the heart.

The pain brought by the purple-red shadow sword and the blood-red shadow sword is completely different. The purple-red shadow sword makes Ash feel that he and all the girls he knows are being chopped into blood mud bit by bit by Sword Lady. Every second he feels that he is being tortured by Sword Lady until he is carved into a trash can, gathering all the sufferings of everyone, overflowing blood vessels, breaking bones, and twisting nerves. But the pain comes so delicately and gently that the whole person seems to melt in this gentle viciousness.

The blood-red shadow sword is much more violent. Ash feels like he is colliding with Sword Lady like a chariot or an iron cavalry, like an irreconcilable enemy fighting each other. Even if the last piece of flesh and blood is cut off and the last bone is cut off, he still has to stand up and continue to fight. He and Sword Lady are like two stones, or like two eggs, colliding and smashing endlessly, torturing each other to death but still entangled endlessly.

Ash didn't know what kind of experience these two shadow swords would bring to Sword Princess, but he could guess that these two shadow swords came from the shadow in Sword Princess' heart, so... he would never let these two shadow swords go.

When Sonia took the time to turn around and fly over, Ash reached out and held the blade of the shadow sword tightly. The doubled pain made his eyes become empty. Sword Princess bit her lower lip tightly. She understood what Ash meant, and it was indeed the best choice to let Ash bear the shadow sword, but...

Sonia almost bumped into Ash's face and kissed Ash's lips awkwardly. Her expression looked so sad, but the boy in her eyes was so crazy. She stuffed something into Ash's mouth, then turned around and vented all her murderous intent on the six-winged angel.

"...Cigarette?" Felix looked at the cigarette in Ash's mouth blankly. She hesitated for a moment, and a cluster of flames lit up on her fingertips to help him light it.

Ash took a deep breath, and coughed repeatedly the next second, "It's still too choking..." He muttered, and did not continue to smoke, but did not spit it out, letting the tobacco curl up and char in the flames, and a faint white mist rose in the rain of swords.

"Can someone else bear the shadow sword?" Vichy suddenly said.

When the maid said this, she did not look at Ash, but at the two people next to Ash, or more accurately, at Deda Rose. There was no hesitation in the touch of the stars, and she reached out to touch the shadow sword.

Under the gaze of everyone, Deda Rose's hand passed through the shadow sword, and she was not affected at all. Among the many disappointed sighs, only Jian Lu breathed a sigh of relief - "Prison of Self-Injury" should only take effect on the person himself. If even Deda Rose can be replaced, then he really has to doubt whether there is a problem with the wonder of the heavenly position.

[Recommended, Yeguo Reading Chasing Books is really useful, download it here www.yeguoyuedu.com Everyone can go and try it quickly. 】

But he was still very confused, why could Ash take the shadow sword for others?

"Prison of Self-Injury" had killed countless enemies for the Supreme, and this situation had never occurred before. Everyone has a prison deep in their hearts, which holds the deepest despair, which others cannot touch at all!