The Black Swordsman's movements froze in midair, as if he were preparing to attack. Neither his gaze nor his aura changed in the slightest because of my arrogant words.
What greeted me was pitch-black light. With a casual swing, the Black Swordsman could slash across a range of ten meters. The blood-red slash swept out with boundless force, and even the air was whipped into a gale.
I extended my hand and blocked his strike, then sneered and brought my blade down. At that moment, the two swords collided.
At that moment, the blade in the Black Swordsman's hand suddenly gleamed with an enchanting light, actually blocking my Demon Blade Muramasa!
"Be careful. The sword in his hand is called Onikiri. It's an evil sword. It's no weaker than the Demon Blade Muramasa in your hands," Asuka shouted.
"Oh, what a pity. The sword in his hand is already damaged." I sneered.
"Even damaged, it's more than enough to deal with you." The Black Swordsman roared, raising his sword and slashing directly at me.
A shocking killing intent began to spread. Under its pressure, the surrounding air seemed to solidify. Locked down by that overwhelming aura, my brows drew tighter and tighter. At that moment, I felt as though a great mountain were pressing down on me, making my entire body unbearably heavy. Without a doubt, this was the strongest killing intent I had ever encountered. The Black Swordsman's killing intent was peerless.
My strength had finally forced the Black Swordsman to unleash his full power. Only now was he the true number-one expert.
The pitch-black sword in his hand trembled, absorbing his blood.
"Come." I took a deep breath, my eyes filled with excitement.
The Black Swordsman's sword moved again. That terrifying sword ray appeared on the black blade