Seventeenth Form: Three Moons in the Sky

The Scribe remained flying on the ground.

Kokushibo maintained his original posture.

They appeared to be evenly matched.

But only those involved truly know that things are far more complicated than they appear.

"Pfft"

With a sound like flesh being sliced open, a small wound appeared on Kokushibo's face.

Chapter 652 The Seventeenth Form, Three Moons in the Sky

A little blood followed immediately.

The sound of flesh being ripped apart came from his body several more times.

In an instant, Kokushibo was like a rag doll, with large swirls of blood mist erupting from his body.

He lost the competition just now.

They lost without a doubt.

But Kokushibo wasn't angry.

I didn't feel angry either.

Instead, he felt a strange excitement and exhilaration.

The stronger the Scribe is, the more pressure he can put on himself.

In that attack just now, he could clearly feel the pressure that Yoriichi had once exerted on him.

"So that's how it is. You've already caught up with, or even surpassed, that person?"

"Haha, Scribe, you've really excited me."

A faint light shone from his six eyes, Kokushibo roared, instantly healing all his injuries.

He then charged forward and swung the Demon Blade once more.

"Type Fourteen * Ferocious Change * Full Moon in the Sky"

Countless enormous crescent-shaped wind blades appeared, as if to flatten everything in front of them.

As the giant Full Moon Blade appeared, it hurtled towards the Scribe.

At that moment, the Scribe also drew his sword.

"Tenth Form * Face-Piercing Slash * Luna Moon"

He unleashed three giant, swirling, crescent-shaped sword energies, shattering everything in front of him.

The small Full Moon Blade on the sword energy erupted here, shattering everything around it.

The two sword techniques clashed and wore each other down.

It was at this moment that the Scribe suddenly fell.

The flapping of its wings propelled it towards Kokushibo.

He brandished his Nichirin Blade and looked toward the head.

"Close combat?"

"Bring it on!"

Seeing through the Scribe's intentions, Kokushibo fearlessly drew his sword and charged forward.

The blades clashed, producing a crisp, ringing sound.

This is a battle between swordsmen.

There was no blessing from Breathing Technique or Blood Demon Art.

Only between swordsmen can there be the purest competition.

Ping Pong

"Pong"

"Bang!"

Various collision sounds rang out, and the two figures separated again after crossing paths.

The next second, a huge wound appeared on Kokushibo's chest.

The injuries were so deep that the internal organs were almost visible.

In the purest contest of swordsmanship, I still lost.

"As expected, it still comes down to a contest of abilities."

As Kokushibo recovered from his injuries, he looked at the Scribe.

"The fact that you can use the Sixteenth Form means you've finished reading my book."

"In that case, are you confident you can come up with a new trick?"

"Just like Yoriichi back then."

The Scribe fell silent.

The book that Kokushibo gave him did indeed contain everything about the Moon Breathing.

But the last page is quite special.

There were no sword techniques or insights mentioned.

Yes, it was just two simple sentences.

"The cycle repeats itself, which can be seen as a cycle of reincarnation."

"Those who explore the path to the end will arrive at the same destination, regardless of their specific route."

The former Scribe did not understand the meaning of these two sentences.

It wasn't until much later that I understood the second sentence.

And now, he seems to have grasped the meaning of the first sentence.

"Kokushibo, do you want to emulate the Sun Breathing?"

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo suddenly laughed.

"Yoriichi said that there are only Twelve Forms Sun Breathing."

"The so-called Thirteenth Form is nothing more than using the previous twelve moves in quick succession."

"If the Sun Breathing can do it, then why can't I use the Moon Breathing?!"

After saying that, Kokushibo began to swing the Demon Blade in his hand.

There is only one sun.

"The same goes for the moon!"

"Tsugikuni Yoriichi is the only one, and so am I, Tsugikuni Michikatsu!"

With a loud roar, the starting stance of Dark Moon * Night Palace appeared.

Next is the Second Form, Water Lily Moon.

The Third Form of event follows closely behind. Disgusted Moon's Erosion.

No matter what kind of sword technique was used, neither the Blade Wind nor the Full Moon Blade was released externally.

They stick together tightly, forming a spherical shape.

At this point, the Scribe understood the meaning of "the cycle repeats itself, which is considered a reincarnation".

Kokushibo was determined to create the most powerful sword technique of his life at this moment, in this place.

Moon Breathing * Seventeenth Form!

"Then let's go."

Without the slightest hesitation, the Scribe also began to wave his hand.

Although he was a little later in swinging his sword, he quickly caught up with Kokushibo.

Gradually, two silver-white orbs of light appeared in the same spot.

As the sphere of light grew brighter, it gradually rose into the air.

It completely defies Earth's gravity.

Sword techniques are being used more and more frequently, and at an increasingly faster pace.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

The cool light shone down, illuminating the ground.

From a distance, it looked as if three moons had appeared in the sky.

Three Moons in the Sky!

After an unknown amount of time, two voices came from the moon.

"Moon Breathing!"

"The Seventeenth Form!"

"A solitary moon reflecting the sun, a hundred years!"

After he finished speaking, the two moons flew toward the center.

They collided at extremely high speeds.

In an instant, a burst of light erupted.

At this moment, the earth under the moonlight was no less beautiful than when the sun shone upon it.

Infinity Castle.

"So, this is all you wanted to tell me?"

"That's right."

Dichai nodded and said with a smile.

"If Muzan, agree, our cooperation can proceed."

"I still have some Demon Blade made in imitation of Nichirin Blade."

"Those Demon Swordsman can be quite a good fighting force."

Muzan didn't speak, but just thought quietly.

Although he was furious about Dichai's betrayal, nothing was off-limits when it came to absolute interests.

I have to admit, what Dichai just said really appealed to me.

But Muzan knew very well.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Dichai must have had her own reasons for doing this.

What is your purpose?

"Purpose?"

Dichai laughed and said.

"My goal is to get rid of the Scribe."

"Kill you, sir."

"To become the new Progenitor of Demons, the master of this land."

Dichai stated her purpose without hesitation.

After listening, Muzan surprisingly didn't get angry.

"Challenge yourself?"