The longsword was half wrapped, its complete appearance obscured, but the exposed blade resembled a crescent moon, extremely sharp, exuding cold and mystery, like molten flowing gold, pure and radiant.
Even amidst the huge sweeping sound of the snake tail, the sharp whistle of the longsword cutting through the air was distinctly audible!
It was like a storm, sweeping through everything, daring no one to confront it.
Kamiyagawa once again flashed and retreated to dodge, the snake tail swept past him, the tip of the longsword suddenly thrust forward a few inches, slashing straight toward his chest.
If that sword struck, Kamiyagawa was a hundred percent sure he'd be cleaved in two.
Fortunately, his movements and reactions were swift enough; he raised the ichimonji with a backhand to block.
Clang!
The clash of blades sparked intensely, producing an extremely fierce and chaotic muffled sound.
