Chapter 240 This world is multiplied by 3, and there is no self that is endless

Chapter 240 This world is multiplied by 3, and there is no self that is endless

Chapter 240 This world is multiplied by three, and there is no self that is endless (asking for monthly tickets)
Looking at Zoro approaching him, Yan Ji's past experiences flashed through his mind.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he was often isolated by his peers as a freak because of his love for sword dancing.

Fortunately, he is not alone, he has a younger sister named Yan Xue.

With Yan Xue's company, he didn't care about the criticisms of his peers.

His outstanding talent in kendo naturally attracted the attention of his parents.

As a long-standing Yan family, their branch actually has treasures passed down from their ancestors.

A pair of magic swords.

Frostmourne is sad, fire is happy.

No.

Drifting ice and blazing fire.

The two magic swords, one red and one blue, were passed down to him and his sister Yan Xue respectively.

Peaceful days passed for a while, and the brother and sister gradually grew up.

However, although the Yan family has a long history, it has already declined in recent years and has not produced any powerful cultivators for a long time.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

The wealth accumulated by the clan over the years naturally attracted the covetousness of evil people.

On a day that couldn't be more ordinary, disaster struck.

A group of masked bandits raided the Yan clan’s headquarters.

The flames rising into the sky and the wailing of the tribesmen continued to irritate Yan Ji's nerves.

After hiding his sister, he clenched the fire tightly, ready to fight these bandits to the death.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his parents lying on the ground, not breathing, and a gangster looking at him with a grim smile.

"Hey, there's still a dead one here."

Even after he became a monk, this sentence still haunted his mind like a nightmare.

However, when the young Yan Ji saw this situation, anger instantly controlled his actions.

He charged at the villain with blazing fire in hand.

Unfortunately, he was no match for his opponent as he had no skills at all. After just one encounter, Chihuo was knocked to the ground.

He fell to the ground, looking at the shining sword stabbing towards him, and closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come, instead there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground in front of him.

When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made him stunned.

It’s Yan Xue.

His sister blocked the sword for him.

Looking at his dead sister, the world in Yan Ji's eyes instantly fell into darkness.

He struggled to crawl to his sister's body and held her in his trembling arms.

".What a shitty sword, it can't protect anything!"

A hysterical roar sounded.

At this time, the villain was looking at the brother and sister in front of him with a joking look, and did not notice the red and blue swords that were constantly shaking on the ground.

But when he was ready to end Yan Ji's life.
When Yan Ji regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, surrounded by the shattered bodies of masked bandits.

He looked at the red and blue swords in his hands blankly, not knowing what was happening.

A sudden feeling of exhaustion came over him, and he fell in a pool of blood.

"Are you going to die?"

"That's fine."

Just as Yan Ji's consciousness was gradually fading, a shrill sound of breaking air came from the sky, followed by a shout mixed with anger and surprise: "Brother Yan!?"

When Yan Ji woke up again, he found himself sleeping in a quiet bedroom.

The lingering scent of sleeping fragrance soothed his anxious mood.

The door was pushed open, and a young man he had never seen before walked in: "Awake?"

Yan Ji huddled in the corner of the bed, alert.

Seeing this, the young man spoke of his identity with a complicated expression.

It turned out that the young man was called Lin Yifeng, a friend of his father. He had come that day at his father's request to bring him to join the Shuiyue Sword Sect.

Unfortunately, he was one step too late. When he arrived, Yan Ji was the only one alive in the Yan family.

After saying this, the young man left, only telling Yan Ji that he could call him again when he had rested well.

Yan Ji listened to everything in silence, and caught a glimpse of the red and blue swords sheathed in sheaths placed on the table.

He silently got up, held the two swords in his arms, and retreated to the corner of the bed.

“I’m the only one left.”

Just as Yan Ji was thinking this, he felt as if someone was hugging him from behind, cold but warm.

At the same time, a gentle female voice sounded in his ears: "Don't be afraid, brother, I will always be with you."

Since then, Yan Ji, the orphan of the Yan family, disappeared, leaving only the Shuiyue Sword Sect.
【Crazy Sword·Flame Silence】

The memories ended here. Yan Ji took a deep breath and clenched the two swords in his hands: "This time, I will not lose."

"Xiao Xue."

As he called softly, a cold palm covered his left hand: "I'm here, brother."

Looking at the blue tiger that was already close at hand, his eyes were cold.

"Qiang!"

"Zizzi"

The five weapons intersected in an instant, and the sharp sword waves whistled and tore the surrounding ground into pieces.

“The strength has been greatly improved”

After fighting for such a long time, Yan Ji could naturally notice that the weapon in Zoro's hand had undergone tremendous changes compared to before.

If he could easily break the three weapons with the Ice and Fire Sword before, he could not do it now.

And it's not just the weapon. As the green-haired swordsman's hands were gradually covered with a dark unknown substance, his strength was also greatly enhanced.

“It’s really difficult.”

Yan Ji thought so as he kept dancing the two swords in his hands.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sound of swords clashing rang out continuously in the venue.

Zoro frowned slightly. He felt that the young man with two swords had improved a lot in strength compared to before.

A dazzling spark flashed by, and the cutting wave shot out and instantly cut a nearby villa in half.

Taking this opportunity, Zoro fell far backwards.

"Ok?"

However, as soon as he stood still, he was stunned.

In his eyes at this moment, Yan Ji only had the flaming red sword in his right hand, as for the icy blue sword.
It was held in the hands of a female figure floating behind him.

[The remaining soul guards the heart].

The green-haired swordsman raised an eyebrow when he saw this, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "What kind of fruit is this?"

"Even Brook can't do this."

Thinking of the skeleton who ate the Yomiuri Fruit on the ship, Zoro was speechless for a moment.

If Brooke could really do that, wouldn't he be able to summon all the crew members who died on his previous ship?
Putting aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the green-haired swordsman took a deep breath and rushed towards his opponent again.

Looking at the three swords coming towards him again, Yan Ji's expression remained unchanged. He just crouched down, held the sword in his backhand to block Zoro's attack.

At the same time, the female figure holding the drifting ice behind him suddenly stabbed towards Zoro.

Seeing this, Zoro put away his sword and took a step back, but did not move away: "You also consider this as the Double Sword Style?!"

"Three Blades Tornado!"

The powerful sword pressure instantly formed a terrifying tornado.

"laugh!"

The already messy ground was now cut into pieces like tofu.

Yan Ji was not paying attention for a moment and his chest was torn into several pieces.

He stepped back quickly, but at this moment a green-haired figure broke through the tornado and rushed towards him.

"Three Swords Style·Gyu-Demon·Brave Claw!"

There was a scarlet light flashing in Zoro's eyes, like a demon.

Yan Ji's face darkened: "Yan Wu!"

The brilliant sword dance, wrapped in red flames, instantly illuminated the dark night sky.

The huge flaming sword energy swept across the surroundings unscrupulously.

"bass!"

The slashing wave released by Zoro only slightly blocked the flaming sword energy, but it was enough for him to adjust his position.

He rolled over and fell towards the distance, ignoring the blood slowly flowing from his abdomen. He looked solemnly at the sword-wielding young man not far away.

"This kind of strong man."

In the world of One Piece, he is also a top-ranked swordsman.

At this time, the noise of the two fighting attracted the attention of the card makers present.

Sima Huai raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the green-haired card could fight with his trump card to this extent.

You have to know that he spent countless efforts and put in a lot of red materials to create [Crazy Sword·Flame Silence].

"Tsk." Looking at Zoro, whose body was covered with wounds, he sneered: "So what if I can block it once?"

In his opinion, Sauron's defeat was a foregone conclusion.

On the contrary, the battle on Tu Hu's side was going very badly.

Melee warriors have no means of breaking defense and will be killed by mages.

Fortunately, as long as Yan Ji can resolve the battle quickly, the final result will not change.

What Sima Huai thought was exactly what Zeng Bo thought.

The director of the security office of the East Laika Association, a spy planted by the Begging Spirits Society in the association, felt like he was on a roller coaster in a short period of time.

Previously, he thought that Fulilian's solution to Nangong Ce was a good sign.

But the current situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and in a short while the balance of victory seemed to tip towards Sima Huai again.

Glancing at the silent squid in the distance, he couldn't help but feel anxious: "My Lord, won't you give the order to retreat?"

"Do we really have to fight to the death?"

In his opinion, this is totally unnecessary. After all, there is no conflict between the Qiling Society and the Association, and there is no benefit in fighting to the death with the Association.

It’s a pity that he is a member of the Qiling Society. No matter how unreasonable his actions are, he can’t even run away as long as Russell doesn’t give the order to retreat.

Moreover, there was no possibility of reconciliation between Russell and Sima Huai, as the two sides had already reached the point of fighting for life and death.

At this moment, Zoro, standing on the ruins, took a deep breath.

His best option right now is to wait for Fulilian to kill Tuhu and then support him.

But don't forget, this operation is an assassination mission.

Although it is less than half an hour before the action begins, it is enough time for the Donglai Card Makers Association to start mobilizing card makers.

Perhaps the Emerald Class could crush Donglai, but it was obvious that they at the Gold Class couldn't.

so.
There is not much time left for them.

"one strike."

"Defeat you!"

The green-haired swordsman's momentum gradually increased, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes, as if a Shura had descended to the world.

The next moment, he rushed towards Yan Ji like a cannonball.

"Nine mountains and eight seas make up one world, and thousands of worlds together make up a 'small thousand worlds'."

Yan Ji was stunned: "Here it comes again"

Just like before, the strange three-sword swordsman on the opposite side would shout out the name of his move every time he made a move.

He couldn't understand what the point of this was. It was of no use other than notifying the opponent.

There are only two kinds of people who do this, either they have a chuunibyou or they are absolutely confident in their own abilities.

"This world is threefold, and there is no self that is not continuous."

However, feeling Zoro's gradually rising momentum, Yan Ji gradually became serious.

He wondered if shouting the names of moves could really increase the power of those moves?
And aren’t the names of the moves a bit too long this time?
"The Secret of the Three Swords Style."

"One big, three thousand, great thousand worlds."

At this moment, the expressions of the card makers and cards belonging to the association present suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)