"Be careful, this guy is a monster!!!!"

Looking at Abe Temple, who was bound in a white cloth, about to have the "gold and jade" removed, and died of blood loss, but did not reveal a trace of "heart", "No. 13"'s body trembled inexhaustibly.

According to the theory of intentional psychology, if human consciousness is regarded as a huge iceberg floating in the sea, then the tip of the iceberg exposed above the sea is driven by subjective impulses such as feeling, imagination, emotion, hope, determination, intention and desire. The "consciousness" that can be finally expressed in words and actions.

What "jue" can read is the "expressive consciousness" in the human heart.

Since possessing the "Power of Awareness", no one's "consciousness" at the moment has escaped her perception.

Because as long as a person reacts to the state in front of him, or has something he wants to express or do, he will inevitably produce "awareness", which is an unchangeable instinct engraved deep in his genes.

And the current situation, if not for the failure of "divine power"...

That is, the man in front of him who was clearly caught and caught in a "dangerous chicken" has completely abandoned his "consciousness".

Cut off all emotions, do not think about anything, and leave every word you say and everything you do to the "subconscious" hidden in the body and memory for processing.

Is there really someone who can actively abandon all emotions, desires and instincts and become a cold machine?

In other words, can a being who can do such a thing still be called a person?

"What's the matter, what are you talking about... This guy said no, his body is completely under my 'control'..."

Fluttering about the thick and cold object in his palm, "Number Eight" laughed and turned around to look at his companion.

"This... ordinary people, are they so hard... ah!"

Just when she felt that the texture of the things in her hands was beyond imagination, a bone-piercing chill spread from the palm of her hand and spread towards her whole body.

She wanted to retract her arm, but found that it was completely covered by a layer of frost, and she couldn't break free for a while.

"This is... the handle?!"

Looking carefully, it was not a certain part of Abeji's body that she thought she was holding on to "Number Eight".

Rather, a slightly shorter dagger.

Threats poor, Moonlight.

"When……"

"Number 13" clearly remembered that the two knives held by Abe Temple fell to the ground long ago when he was submerged by the white cloth torrent.

"And one more?!"

At this time, on the open ground, the two knives, one long and one short, had long since disappeared.

"No, I can't read his thoughts anymore, just kill him!!!"

The strong unease caused her to exclaim in a low voice, trying to tighten the white cloth around Abe Temple and completely crush the person.

"Pong."

The fiery knife light continuously streaked across the air, bringing out the pattern of a pentagram.

Among the burning pentagrams, the strips of cloth connecting "No. 13" and Abe Temple were all reduced to ashes.

Two days first class, five rounds book, scroll of fire X Seimei Kikyo.

"Yitan wood wool, shaped like a white cloth, is good at entangling people..."

In the light of the burning white cloth, the figure of Abe Temple slowly walked out step by step.

"...Weakness, sharp weapon cutting, fire, water."

He recited something in a low voice in a stick-reading tone like reciting a text.

The whole body was clearly surrounded by fire, but the ground at the foot of Abe Temple spread out layers of thin white ice following his footsteps.

"help me……"

And behind him, still holding "Yue Yao" "No. 8", his whole body was already covered with a thick layer of frost, unable to move.

"It turns out that you did it on purpose from the very beginning... What is this, how did you do it..."

Looking at the figure intertwined with ice and fire, still unable to read any of the other party's "No. 13", a large amount of white cloth poured out of the body, like a dragon soaring into the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, pressing down on Abe Temple.

"...you monster, go to hell!!!"

As soon as she thought that the other party was talking, walking, and even using this strange sword technique that combined onmyoji in a state of "unconsciousness", she felt that the slayer dressed as a samurai in front of her was more unreasonable than herself with "divine power". human existence.

"Originally, I have always had some doubts about my swordsmanship..."

Abe Temple calmly folded his hands and inserted his sleeves into his sleeves, strolling in the courtyard like a tourist in the morning, making people feel no murderous intent at all.

"...But I didn't think about it. It was a mistake. Today, I got the answer from your Excellency."

Beside him, "Sun Wheel" and "Moonlight" fluttered and tangled with ice and fire. Every slash and stab all implied the meaning of the first-class "Yuanming" in the two days, and the incoming cloth fell to the ground.

Beneath the flaming Seimei Kikyo and the Sun and Moon Double Swords, countless white cloths poured in, either turned into ashes or shattered into ice cubes, even the corners of Abe Temple's clothes could not be touched.

The opponent in front of him, who can read people's hearts and use countless white cloths to shoot down his swords first, is very similar to Chiba Ibuki who the master faced that day.

It turns out that this is what Matsumoto-sensei said, last first.

"When facing the enemy, forget life, forget death, forget the enemy, forget yourself, don't think, don't mind, don't mind and let it be natural~lightnovelpub.net~ that is to change freely and apply without hindrance..."

At this moment, he finally knew the name of the sword he saw that day.

"Among the two-day first-class, there is a technique called 'No Nian Thinking'..."

"No thoughts, no thoughts, no self..."

At this time, Abe Temple, with the invisible and thoughtless sword, is like a sword fairy reincarnated...

""... This is the realm where the heart of the sword is united, and the mirror is still water. "

Two days are first-class, the sword heart is clear, and there is nothing.

He has been practicing kendo since he was a child, and he finally realized that his own "Spirit of Swordsmanship" belongs to him!

Only by abandoning all "thoughts", handing everything over to this body that has been tempered and read countless pictures, and acted on instinct, there will be no "killing intent", and no one will know the next step. Actions.

Because, even he himself doesn't know how to move in the next second.

"boom!"

During the conversation, the sun and moon swords collided in the air with frost and flames, creating an explosion-like air wave, turning the white cloth in the air into powder and falling like snow.

Two-day first-class, profound meaning, ice and fire double heaven.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Among the little flowers, the two ghostly double knives that were stuck together and merged into one, rapidly enlarged in the sight of "No. 13".

"...Number seven, hurry up, teleport!!!"

Seeing that she couldn't even pull the distance apart, she was about to be decapitated by the pair of knives. She reached out and touched her earlobe, and let out a hoarse whimper.

The surrounding white fog suddenly rolled violently.

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