The Swordsman of the Gods

061. The Eye of God Has Revealed Tooth

A human figure with a body wrapped in a whitish blue color. Almost fused with the surroundings, coming and attacking Yongchun all of a sudden.

As if facing the road.

“Who are you?!”

Poking the sword at Yongchun's neck, reluctantly listening and then changing the sword's eye to become longer. Slowly scratching the neck down to the lower body, and stabbing the abdomen at the end.

“Ugh! It was slow but I could not see. What is this really?”

Yongchun's body was suffocated. He sat down with incredible pain. Although at this time the wound froze as if closing but it actually aggravated his own condition.

“Illusion? Illusion hell come again to me?” yongchun thought while looking up.

That indistinct figure was simply speechless with cold steam coming out of his body. The two eyes before were also intangible but after they exchanged glances with each other, his eyes changed.

His eyes turned blackish, just like his.

Not to mention being injured by that figure, Yongchun's skin slowly peeling again. Just one touch, his skin would peel off and bleed so profusely and then freeze in no time.

Feeling that this figure need not be considered, Yongchun once again rose up and gave off such a huge aura. It blazed around like an oil fire.

However, that aura of concentration slowly dissipated and flowed into both hands as well as the sword he held with all his might.

The thinness of the aura made it impossible for his strength to decline, quite the opposite. The movements he had from the results of controlling the power became even faster.

The two legs shot out and matched the speed on Yongchun's sword swing.

The shat! The shat!

Incision by incision he directed directly at the figure. He was unceasingly slashing and did not care so much about his own body being injured.

Each time he attacked, each time the blood dripped and instantly froze. The skin with many scars also increasingly peeled wide and showed stiffened muscles and tenacious flesh.

His two eyes grew even more burning, and the figure only fell silent receiving the attack. He even approached and whispered.

With a hoarse voice, “Is this what you want?” Then it turned into a familiar voice.

“Isn't this what you want?” The figure whispered back. Yongchun was silent for a moment.

“His voice ..similar to her. But this is just an illusion just like when I was in hell fire.”

It had wavered because the voice possessed by the figure was similar to the voice he was familiar with. But Yongchun was not only that weak, even though he knew it, basically that person was no longer there.

And thought every illusion shown in every layer of hell was to keep Yongchun riveted.

As well as the melt against what Niao had offered before. He said that this place was much better than his home world.

“AKU IT'S HUMAN!” peekit Yongchun's.

His voice was so loud it sounded all around. The inhabitants of the hell realm started popping up because of the yelling of Yongchun. In the form of humans large, small, insects or other things.

Look at who has this aura. And a very warm feeling for them.

“Whatever my strength, whatever I may be. Somehow the views of others towards me or the views towards people I know though, I feel that I am still a whole human being!”

A slash!

As soon as he felt it, the figure was behind Yongchun's back with a dagger waiting to be covered in blood.

Thin sering singed. Yongchun felt a familiar feeling as the figure drew closer to him.

“We are the same ... Right?” It whispered softly and made Yongchun pause for a moment.

***

At the same time. In this cold hell, Niao just stood up as she glanced back. Seeing the multitude of sinners hiding and watching something.

What was nothing but an aura coming out of Yongchun yet on one side Yongchun himself saw no one around other than the figure he had seen before.

Not a human, not a god and not a demon.

Perhaps more like a figure who was once referred to as a god. Or call it a demigod.

Niao grinned. Seeing the situation experienced by Yongchun, then laughed a little. Not intending to help, he only noticed the same as the group of sinners behind him.

“Swordsman, you are unfit to be a whole man.”

A line of words sounded mocking. Niao remained standing with both wings closed. A moment of glaring for a while then walking in the other direction leaving Yongchun there.

“Niao! Where are you?” Yongchun.

But Niao did not return his call. He went behind a large ice rock. Cold steam came out from there and cooled Niao's body.

Before this Niao had said that the body owned by Yongchun was a god body. Starting from the two eyes that become the source of energy in it and make the energy in it increasingly increased.

Said that Yongchun's self was not suitable in the world there but here. The place called as the Hell Realm, was a suitable place for him.

Hell resembles the devil himself. That was why the Demon Art was born into the world as a power borrowed by warriors in the northeast.

It is taboo but on the one hand, there are some people who use it without hesitation. In the end, they will die in vain. Dead is ridiculous and is not considered valuable by others.

After Yongchun slipped out of his grasp. He once again attacked him and kept his distance and made sure that the figure did not approach.

While glancing around to find the whereabouts of Niao, even the air of his existence vanished. However Yongchun is currently in blind condition going around. He could only see his wounded self as well as that figure as well as the cold hell that left him half dead.

It was as if he was in his own mind. And make clear the figure actually. He was the one who inhabited Yongchun's body all this time.

“Eyes of Gods?!”

A moment flickered and the aura disappeared. Put down the weapon and think is that true? What was he just thinking?

For all this time he never once understood such an existence.

“I never even prayed. Even what they call it doesn't seem to exist. But am I the only one who doesn't understand?”

The confusing!

That indistinct figure was a figure called a god or what was it? But, where is it possible. Yongchun was silent for a moment staring at the figure just silently sculpting.

“Ah, you should just stay here,” chirps Niao walking towards Yongchun.