My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 79 Rainy night, the collision of the demon knife and the sickle.

The wind blew suddenly and strongly, and clouds like umbrellas covered the sky.

The unlit mountain forest was closed by darkness, and Celty, who was standing firmly on the opposite side, and Fujiwara Hoshiku, who was holding a dagger in his hand, collided with each other's eyes.

In an instant, Selti jumped up high and landed like a magic bird. The scythe in his hand swung down and rolled into a violent whirlwind.

Fujiwara Xingkong was holding a Taidao, his body was running like a bullet, facing the oncoming sickle, the running blade, a blow released, a high-speed stabbing blow.

"Keng"

Sparks fly.

Celty waved the sickle continuously, like a flash, so fast that it was impossible to catch the movement.

Between the eyebrows, the neck, and the heart, the three combo strikes were all aimed at the vital points.

However, the invisible flashes were bounced off one by one by the sun-like katana.

The sickle and the dagger collided and rubbed each other.

The silver light was dancing, and the battle between knights of different natures, hard and soft, exploded sparks under the moonlight.

Fujiwara Xingkong wants to get close, which Celty will never allow.

For grown-up weapons, shortening the distance is suicidal, and keeping the distance is very necessary.

It is the correct way to use the increased distance to suppress the enemy and control the battle situation.

Celty, who holds a scythe over three feet long, can deal with enemies within her attack range very calmly.

Because it is easier to cut through the foreign enemies who step in than to attack by yourself.

Fujiwara Hoshizora tried to find a way to get close to Celty while resisting the fierce attack from the scythe.

The blades intertwined, leaving countless marks and collisions, creating dazzling sparks.

The throat, shoulders, eyebrows, heart, and all over the body were attacked by intensive attacks like a violent storm. Even the afterimages disappeared from the high-speed punctures, leaving no gaps to tear apart the defenses.

Fujiwara Hoshizora was bounced away with each blow, forcing him to stop.

"Well"

Flicking off the sickle approaching the eyebrows, Fujiwara Xingkong and Celty took a step back at the same speed, and the battle entered a short confrontation stage.

Behind, Saito Asuka looked surprised: "Demon sword? What is that, Ishigami, please tell me clearly."

"It's the Demon Sword, don't you know? It seems to be called Muramasa."

"This is not Muramasa." Miyano Mamoru looked at the confronting two sides, and said solemnly: "This is Onitoru. Unlike the simple and sharp Muramasa, Onitoru can manipulate the master's mind."

"Wow, do you mean that Fujiwara will become a puppet of the sword, and keep chopping people with that demon sword?"

"I don't know." Miyano Mamoru shook his head.

Ishigamichuan silently opened the memo on the phone and wrote down this material.

In the battle area, Fujiwara Hoshikora looked at Celty silently, thinking of countermeasures in his mind quickly.

The basic tactic of the scythe is to swing and sweep across a wide range of long objects, which cannot be avoided by pulling away

If you don't retreat fast enough, you won't be able to escape the distance of the attack. If you try to fight back and give up dodging, your abdomen will be cut open, but if you step forward easily, your ribs will be easily shattered by the long handle of the sickle.

His physique was almost the same as Celty's, and he had no armor protection on his body. As long as he stepped into the distance of the scythe, he would be attacked like a whirlwind.

After the short rest, Selty stepped forward, the scythe running at high speed, which made it even harder for people to survive.

Fujiwara Hoshikora, whose momentum was like a raging fire, bounced off the scythe. Not only did he not retreat, but he moved closer to the center of the scythe. His falcon-like eyes said "I won't retreat anymore."

No, Celti knew, he meant "to go further."

The sound of the blade that reached the ear strongly was like playing beautiful music.

The impact of sparks continued, and the rhythm was infinitely accelerated. The battle between the two was close to a vacuum, and the surrounding air was drawn in, as if it was about to be cut.

The storm-like combo was just a repetition of this. It was already ten attacks and defenses, no, it was actually several times that.

Niijima thought this way, his eyes moving along with Fujiwara Hoshikora's movements.

The moon hid in the clouds, and the mountains and forests returned to their original darkness.

The attacks of steel and steel intertwined like a torrential rain, and the sparks that exploded were reminiscent of iron smelting in a forge.

During the fight, Celty suddenly disappeared.

No, it actually jumped back as if disappearing, because the light was too dim, and Fujiwara Hoshiku couldn't catch her whereabouts.

The sword in his hand flew through the air, shattered the ground, and rolled up clods of soil.

It's a pity, this knife could have cut her hand.

He was still regretting, but Niijima really called out from behind him.

"Idiot, why are you in a daze, what is that guy doing!"

Celty took advantage of his slight trance and jumped up with both feet in an instant. She jumped back a few feet and bounced up when she landed on the ground.

It could be said to be a triangle jump. She jumped towards the Fujiwara starry sky as if she had reversed her previous jump.

In contrast, Fujiwara Hoshizora's sword was embedded in the ground.

That gap is irreparable.

In less than a second, the black sickle and dagger were still stuck on the ground, and Xingkong Fujiwara supported the handle of the knife with both hands, turning his body like a spinning top.

"!"

The offense and defense also switched within a second. Celty, who noticed his carelessness and stopped, and Fujiwara Hoshizo, who turned his body in less than a second, used a sweeping blow with his legs.

Celty retracted the scythe and held it against his chest, just as Fujiwara Hoshikora's feet arrived.

"boom!"

The knight who was ejected and the high school student who was ejected both showed dissatisfied expressions.

That is of course, because both sides have released plans to give each other a fatal blow, so it is of course unsatisfactory to end it hastily.

The distance was opened again, and the offense and defense just now had a heavy burden on each other, and the two stared at each other quietly.

He is very strong. If he could speak, Celty would like to praise him.

"Miss Celty" Fujiwara Hoshiro took a breath, "It's the first time we've met each other, don't you mean to stop here?"

"I don't think we're enemies, and don't you think we could do something more interesting than fight?"

Celty wanted to ask what was more interesting, but she couldn't make a sound.

Fujiwara Xingkong said very intimately what is more interesting.

"For example, how about a love affair?"

Alright, as long as you take my last blow. Celti replied with a smile in his heart.

Afterwards, she lowered her body, and a cold air rolled up around her. With the sickle as the center, the black mist turned into a whirlpool and whirled.

The air between the two became distorted.

Fujiwara Xingkong set up Onitsu, staring at the ghostly figure in the darkness.

Niijima's clenched fists were trembling slightly, and she didn't need to remind him that Fujiwara Hoshizo, who was confronting Celty, felt more intuitively how dangerous the enemy was than she did.

Ishigamichuan also frowned. He didn't know what happened on the field, but he could clearly feel that the wind speed was accelerating and the wind pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

Overhead, Jiuke's helicopter has been circling, an anti-material sniper rifle has been set up, and the dark muzzle is aimed at the shadow holding the black sickle.

Celti kicked on the ground, and her figure rushed forward, as if playing a movie, she appeared in front of Fujiwara Xingkong as if teleporting, and the sickle in her hand slashed towards his legs.

This trick is useless.

Fujiwara Xingkong jumped back, the sword in his hand was just about to be thrown.

At that instant, Celty jumped into the air.

"Rip, Reaper's Scythe."

He obviously didn't speak, but there seemed to be a voice with powerful magic power echoing in the mountains and forests.

The scythe thrown downwards spun Fujiwara Hoshizora's body in the air and shot out.

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In panic, Fujiwara Hoshizora held a knife to his chest to block it.

"Oh!"

The impact caused a huge shock wave, and the ripples swayed through the mountains, and the huge turbulence quickly raged in the mountains.

Cut down trees, overturn boulders, break down guardrails, and overthrow everything you encounter along the way with a sweeping force like a thousand horses.

Before the air wave swept over, Niijima quickly came to Miyano Mamoru, put up a spiritual shield, and protected the three of them behind him.

On the mountain road, Sasaki Jiro led the ten-meter-old brother just across the top of the mountain, and then there was a harsh friction sound.

Everyone heard an explosion.

"what happened?"

The voice of the person who asked the question just fell.

The whistling sound of landslides and ground cracks waded through the mountains and forests.

A moment of confusion caused Sasaki Jiro to install the road guardrail and his whole body fell off the roadbed.
Nourishes—

A series of brakes sounded, and more than a dozen members of the runaway group fell on their backs.

As if showing off victory, the violent sound waves roared past.

Before he fell into a coma, Sasaki Jiro's last thought-it turned out that I just died at a bend.

(End of this chapter)