Notes of the Creator God

An Fei kicked Yi Chuan in the calf, then jumped up from the ground and rolled behind Yi Chuan.

A sword was swung out, but it was firmly blocked.

"No matter how gorgeous your physical skills are, your current swordsmanship is full of flaws."Yichuan said in a deep voice.

Yichuan lifted An's sword blade and hit An's right shoulder mercilessly with the hilt, knocking her back a step.

"Sure enough, is it because after losing his original power, he no longer even has the talent to wield a sword? Before An could react, Yichuan had already taken the lead and got close to An's body. He made a fist with his left hand and hit her abdomen with all his strength.

"Uh-huh!"

There was a burning pain in her abdomen, which made her groan and take three or four steps back.

"Ender is right, you are just a person who must accept the protection of others.——"

Yichuan pursued without leaving any room, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and stabbed An's left shoulder.

"——waste!"

"——！"

In desperation, An hurriedly raised his sword to block, but due to his unstable posture, although Yichuan's attack was blocked, the sword in An's right hand was knocked to the ground. An's entire body was also greatly unbalanced, and his posture completely collapsed.

An was hit by a fist on her right shoulder, and An gritted her teeth tightly and made no sound.

But Yichuan still continued his offensive of words.

"Have you recognized your own weakness?"

After being slapped on the abdomen, An Mo remained silent.

"Have you recognized your hypocrisy?"

An was hit with a knee on the waist, but An remained silent.

"Have you recognized your true nature?!"

Yichuan stepped on An's sword that had fallen to the ground, kicked it into the air, caught it with his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword behind his back. The hilt of the sword hit An's right shoulder again, knocking her back and falling, and she Behind him is a set of tables and chairs...

"Miss An!"

A small green figure quickly rushed behind An and supported An's fallen body. An collapsed in Mio's arms, closing her eyes as if she had found support, and gasping for air

"Brother Yichuan, is that enough? Don't continue, I'm begging you......."Although Mio knew that Yichuan's actions must be for An'an's sake, she still felt very uncomfortable inside.

Yichuan pursed his lips tightly, clutched the sword tightly, and there was wavering deep in his eyes.

"Mio, get out of the way"

"Brother Yichuan!"

The corners of Yichuan's mouth twitched.

"install!"

This is a concern from the bottom of my heart.

"How long will you continue to accept the invisible protection of others?!"

"How much more worry do you need to cause others to be satisfied?!"

"If you want to prove that you are not useless......"

"Just pick up the sword and stand up!"

"Stand up and fight!"

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped in An's eyes.

A torrent of memories came flooding in.......

"Ann, you will have to go alone next time."

"Next, I will make the last and strongest sword in my life......Haha, saying this is like praising myself."

Real memory, memory in dreams......

"But you have to watch carefully, use your eyes, and try your best to put the sword in your mind for your father."

"We must remember the figure of our family who fought hard to the end, knowing that we were defeated but still wielding an unyielding blade for that glimmer of hope!"

The scenes I saw twice and the words I heard with my ears appeared together and overlapped.

"This sword is not for killing the enemy......"

"This knife is just to open up——"

The shadow blade and the long sword were unsheathed together, and the four arms, large and small, moved together.

"——The future ahead!"

"——！"

Yichuan waved his hand and threw the sword in his left hand to An. The iron sword was inserted on the ground next to An, making a buzzing sound.

"......"Two lines of tears flashed across the corners of An's eyes. She reached out to the iron sword with trembling hands. The cold handle was like her frozen heart. Although the sword's edge was not close to her body, just holding the sword made her feel stinging. The pain was excruciating.

An held the hilt of the sword and struggled to get up from Mio's arms.

"Miss An! Stop forcing yourself!"

Mio said with great anxiety. The same identity and similar situation made her feel pity for An.

But pity is not what An needs now.

Yichuan's words awakened her.

The passage in her memory The figure with scars but still holding the sword proudly awakened her.

The memory of her former self who practiced sword fighting every day and night and never stopped even if it made herself scarred awakened her.

The memory of the former self awakened her. The figure she had chased so hard but now hated so deeply awakened her.

If these alone could not push her forward......

"Then how long will it take for me to move on?"

The hysterical roar turned into a majestic determination rushing out of the chest. Something in the heart was shining brightly, and the long-lost strength poured into the limbs and the whole body.......

In the moment of awakening, in the trance, the sword in his hand has been slashed out.

The world became silent in An's body.

A second after she swung the sword, she realized that she had swung the sword, and the long-lost crisp sound reached her ears at this time.

The half-broken sword blade flew into the air and landed slumped on the ground after a few tenths of a second.

Yichuan was stunned while holding the half-broken sword in a defensive posture.