‘Dingdong’’ ‘Dingdong’’ ‘Dingdong’

Accompanied by the sound of the knife tool, a slanting shadow grew longer and longer in the alley. Wherever he passed, the demons and ghosts first stumbled, and their faces gradually showed a look of horror, and then their figures fell to the ground one by one.

Where am I?

I should atone for my sins in hell.

Do you want me to kill someone again?

Kill someone.

I see.

The whole ghost seemed to be trapped in the black fog, constantly sinking and sinking, and the crescent moon in the sky became brighter and brighter, like a crack slowly spreading open.

No, it is not so much a crack, but rather a half of the martial arts long rainbow that was swallowed away before.

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In the center of the Heian Palace, with the Daji Temple as the center, nine hundred and ninety-nine ghost trees grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon surpassed the height of the palace. The branches were layered and the leaves were dripping with blood. People kept growing from the trunk, swaying and waving, just like summoning the blood moon in the sky.

And between each tree, there was a monk who was incense and Shinto, chanting the strange Shura Song nerves.

Every time the talisman was spit out, these Japanese monks seemed to have to exhaust all their energy. The muscles on their faces had long melted, revealing their bones. However, as the scriptures were intermittent, monks' faces grew on the tree.

The eyes were filled with fanaticism.

In the dark age, people, demons, evils and ghosts coexist in the world. That world is not entirely the human world, but the Shura world.

The Shura world is a statement translated by our ancestors. The true meaning of Shura is actually the secluded world.

…………

In the rubble in the East City, it can be seen that it has experienced a fierce war. Looking around, there are the corpses of people, monsters, ghosts and gods. The death is miserable, and a large amount of karma fire absorbs the corpse's resentment.

Many phantoms were also gathering in it, dripping with blood, holding swords and sticks, and the special environment made the dead demon-subduing warrior quickly turn into souls.

But in it, there was a figure constantly moving and turning, and the knife-in-the-sword-in-the-sword-like connection was like a blooming white lotus. Wherever it passed, the newly formed soul was quickly killed.

Miyamoto's sword god saw it and sighed in his heart, "The talent is too strong, the sword intent enters the soul, and it is transparent and perfect. It's only after he was resurrected that he realized the method of using his own yin energy to kill ghosts. Such a genius is indeed dead."

The sound of the clogs trampled into pieces quickly, and the figure suddenly stretched out like a geese. The figure flashed, and the sword light connected into pieces, ten feet apart, no matter what ghosts and monsters were killed instantly.

‘Fourth-level swallow returns, this guy—’

Yan Hui, a sword trick that no one has ever cultivated by Zhongzhaoliu. It is said that after he has completed it, he can even kill Feiyan, which is famous for his speed. At that time, the young man only read it once and improved the fourth-level Yan Hui. Not only does the speed remain unchanged, but his killing power and range are also increased by four times.

This is the talent of the first genius swordsman in the Warring States Period, Kojiro Sidao.

"Miyamoto, don't stand stupidly, come and help!"

Miyamoto's sword god curled his lips. If he hadn't found the way, he would have run away long ago, so he would not have to run around with this guy who is not a human or a ghost.

"Hey, don't think I can't see it. Your right shoulder is injured, right? Your sword has a flaw. You will definitely be able to kill you this time!"

"No, even if you are resurrected, I can still send you back. I am the God of Heaven," said this, and the old ghost moved his footsteps outward, ready to run away at any time.

The military strategy is full of clues. Only after making a decision can one move in an invincible place!

"Don't worry, if I want to do it, I'll do it long ago. Although I don't know how I was resurrected, I can feel that once the sound in my mind sounds, I can only be a killing machine. I still want to enjoy the rest of my life."

"So if you don't help me, once I'm controlled, I won't have the final say on whether to kill you," said the young swordsman with a rare seriousness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword intent of the evil god suddenly bloomed, as if the evil god, the chief of the Ministry of War, was the best at fighting, raised a sledgehammer and instantly wiped out a group of ghosts and gods.

"Your sword skills are always so vulgar," Kojiro glanced at him disgustedly.

"When you understand what is formless, you will be able to reach my state."

Both sides glared at each other, as if sparks were splashing everywhere.

"What I pursue is the ultimate beauty!"

"The sword technique is just for killing people."

"You can't break this trick if I draw my sword."

"Why did I break? You were dead before you cut this move."

"Vulgar idiot!"

"You are not stupid, but you are dead!"

While quarreling, the two used all their skills and were extremely efficient. They quickly cleared all the ghosts and gods nearby.

"Finally found!"

Kojiro lifted the broken wood on a ruin and saw a big black ball half-sank on the ground. The black ball kept roaring with a roar of dark wind, but it sounded very weak. On the surface, it was covered with hundreds of chains, constantly slapping the ghosts inside the ball, as if a woman in white was still blocking.

"This chain reminds me of a legendary monster."

"It's indeed a beauty!" Kojiro's eyes shone, "Miyamoto gets out of the way, otherwise the ultimate sword will be cut without distinction."

Miyamoto's sword god suddenly turned dark. Did the other party really find something, or was it just for the hero to save the beauty.

This guy is naturally romantic, and his sword skills have not reached the point where a hundred people have been killed. The number of women he seduced is probably already heading towards a thousand people.

However, Kojiro's talent is beyond doubt. The so-called ultimate sword drawing slash is actually a legend circulated among the Japanese slave swordsmen, and it is said that there is no existence to block the slash.

The so-called ultimate sword drawing slash actually has another name, which is the Infinite Sword Flow.

The more basic the knife style, the more infinite changes it can be. This is the origin of infinite knife flow.

Miyamoto's sword god himself didn't know whether the other party was bragging or it was really realized, because during the competition, it was impossible for him to give the other party such a long preparation time.

But as waves of knife intent condensed and exploded, like a mountain torrent and tsunami, Miyamoto understood that the other party was serious.

No one can describe the style of that sword. When this sword was cut, Miyamoto's sword god subconsciously closed his eyes because he was afraid that after seeing this sword, he would shake the sword intention he had accumulated for fifty years.

But the dazzling light still flashed in my mind.

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"What do you want to do!" Bei Mihu Baiyue looked at the ghost swordsman in front of her with cold eyes, and the tentacles turned into by hundreds of ghosts were ready to go.

"Madam, don't get me wrong. This is the air blowing therapy from the Central Plains. I'm eager to save people. Please understand it," Kojiro moved his mouth seriously and said so.

Shimihu Baiyue sneered, pinched her fingers, and the remaining ghosts turned into ghost talismans, making them scream endlessly, covering the other party's entire body.

"Master Bai Yue, why bother to make things difficult for the swordsman who saved your life?" Miyamoto frowned. With his qualifications, he could naturally see the other party's identity.

And although I don’t want to admit it, only by cooperating with this great enemy during my lifetime can I have a chance to escape.

"What do you know? This is the talisman of love," Kojiro didn't care at all. By the way, he was still leisurely looking at it. He used his wrist to slash and slash it, and a trace of black air was constantly being repaired. "It's great to be a ghost warrior, but he can't even feel the pain."

"My demon sealing talisman can temporarily escape this guy from the control of Xiang Shinto. You don't want to be killed from behind, right?"

Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, his old eyes suddenly tightened, and he instantly drilled into the darkness, with only a vague sound of swords and weapons.

"Miyamoto's sword technique is second only to me. Those who can fight him for so long must be extremely powerful. Miss Baiyue, please throw yourself into my arms and let me become your guardian swordsman!" Kojiro said seriously.

A moment later, when Miyamoto's sword god appeared again, there was a blood mark on his cheeks and shoulders, and his face looked ugly, "Go away quickly, I just temporarily forced the other party to retreat. The other party should be a full-time murderer in the First Shogun era, Padaozhai!"

"Is that swordsman with the most murderous aura in history? It's amazing!" Kojiro was eager to try.

"Let's go find someone," said Hashimihu Baiyue with a calm face: "Only that man can help us."

"Of course, I listened to Sister Bai Yue's words," Kojiro immediately changed his position, but his face was jealous, "But why is it a man? What's the use of that man!"

"Can you break the martial luck?"

"This, I was only twenty years old before I died. I practiced for more than ten years. It seems possible."

Miyamoto's sword god looked serious. In his feeling, another powerful character appeared. The chain would not be wrong. It was him, the first demon-subduing man outside the three major demon-suppressing families. Has he also resurrected?

The rolling black fog blocked the three of them's vision. Fortunately, the hundreds of ghosts in the Baiyue's day trip did not require light.
Chapter completed!