The Swordsman of the Gods

147. Sword Descendants

The figure of the Black God was clearly visible behind Bon's back. His face was not so clearly visible but Yongchun who saw it also knew that it was the figure of the Black God. Just like the last time he met at the time. The Black God grinned, clearly a happy countenance with a slightly different figure.

There was a third eye on his forehead. The white turban was released, originally the color of the slightly whitened hair turned into a very dark color. Even the darkness of the night was incomparable. Blacker.

“The last evolution of the figure of the black god. Others will feel happy if this figure disappears from the face of the earth.” Yongchun grinned, not as usual. He was so pounding that it was hard to control his own pleasure, an unstoppable emotion.

Tens to hundreds of swords slammed into Yongchun's body like a shadow, they instantly vanished after hitting the target. Yongchun dripped a lot of blood from all the wounds. The wound that was previously tightly closed was somehow back open. The intimidating figure really made him excited.

No doubt, he did not even care about the fragile condition of the body as if it was skinned by fire. Yang soon became ashes, but Yongchun's steps never stopped. A sword gave off an intense feeling.

The resonance towards the sky was trembling, as if it was about to break apart the sky. The night moon was not at all visible from their position. The sword incision that was shaped like a rebulan looked so bright. Scratching many times, injuring Bon's body which continued to recuperate.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Khaleed, I didn't expect you to be like this either. Right?”

Yongchun is crazy over there. In a place that seemed to have layers of walls so that everyone could not hear, they continued to float and retaliate against every attack. Tubes until the pool of blood also extends to the ground until wet.

A puff of smoke surrounded the two, as Yongchun sped up his pace with the adrenaline rush. Although knowing what Yongchun was doing was impossible, he still did it.

Jrash!

The fire-streaked sword pierced Bon's body which also pierced through his white bones. The flesh was torn from within, blood pouring out profusely from his wounds and mouth.

Yongchun took up his position again, but Bon caught both shoulders and could not move. It was like dealing with a person who was many times the size of his body.

“You! I won't let you go again!”

Bon raised Yongchun's body, he was about to throw it and Yongchun knew it was going to happen. He immediately concentrated his inner energy into the tip of his foot, turning his body from front to back.

Jdakk!

Yongchun's foot kicked Bon's chin hard. His third eye emitted a flash of light. Bon's move with his six hands was faster than usual, all of those hands were attacking Yongchun mercilessly.

His ears were burning, his hands were severed and numb, his mouth was silenced and his eyes were bleeding as if crying. The thing Yongchun felt as all those hands came towards him, as if all the power of the Black God had penetrated into his body and gnawed it away.

“What a powerful. But, I won't give up, Khaleed.” Yongchun muttered.

The sword in his left hand was once burnt by fire. A deep bluish flame that exuded an alluring aura. The focus when blind, is on each other straight correctly. The swirling saber from his hand cut off all the hands of the Black God.

“Khu khu ..I don't think a blessed body would be that strong. But thanks to you alone, I was able to get out of that body. And instead have the body of your friend.”

It was the Black God who was currently inviting him to speak, that day the sky seemed to darken less than usual. Either there is still or Bon's consciousness at this time, but Yongchun won't buy any more time.

He began swinging his fire-covered weapon. The roar of the wind was made from one of the hands of the black god who then flew Yongchun and his sword.

“Wire!”

Grep's!

Yongchun clasped his clothes firmly, hoping that his heartbeat would return to normal but still not be able to do so. Yongchun got up and ran towards the black god who was busy doing something with the atmosphere back then.

Nah!

Yongchun took back the fire-clad sword that was stuck to the ground. Rushing himself swinging the weapon in a rotating manner, instantly formed a bluish fire circle that fused on his arm.

The figure of the Black God had changed its form like a real one. Forgetting Bon's real body. Two tandung, sharp and long fangs, 3 right hands and 3 left hands. Then the third eye that can predict the future.

“You will die, Asyura.”

SRAATS!

Yongchun's steps dragged forward, a sword slashed sharply at the neck of the black god who did not even budge.

“It's just that you did that, man.”

“Heh, whatever how you think.” Yongchun grinned thinly but remained in his position. “Hei Khaleed! You don't want to be controlled by a figure like this!” yongchun shouted at Bon who was currently asleep.

The Black God frowned, he felt a strong shock to the body he controlled. He then glanced at the waist, finding some weapons inside.

“Hm, it turns out he keeps a lot of weapons here. But why not use it to attack this man? Is it because they're friends?” his gum.

The original hand of the owner of the body was moving by itself, not the Black God but the Bon figure inside. He seemed to be responding to the words of Yongchun who was his enemy.

“You don't need to talk much. I'm the one who's gonna kill you!”

Jrashh!

Bon's consciousness suddenly recovered. He then stabbed himself with a weapon that he hid well. Blood poured out from there, seen some hands belonging to the Black God was about to lift the weapon he stabbed.

“Gakh! Basic, why would such a cheap weapon attack me!?”

“You don't know? Bon's weapons are well forged from inside the pyramid,” said Yongchun who approached him.

The figure of the Black God felt shudder when it received the threat indirectly through the intimidation of the two people. Ryo who cursed from behind the walls of someone's house immediately felt amazed.

Shaykh!

Especially when Yongchun swung the sword diagonally across. As if the flash of moonlight came to brighten the atmosphere, that luminous-looking color was slashing something he could not see.

Yongchun's ears suddenly rang strongly which then something seemed to come out from the head of the Black God from behind the fog. Fog was swept away to the other side and side of the ocean.

Bon's body is back to how it was. However his body felt such a great tremor, he had wounds everywhere until he was unable to take up arms anymore.