Chapter 987

After the group of tengus dissipated and the tranquility returned to the park square, on the artistic relief above the fountain, there quietly stood proudly a two-meter-tall fuzzy figure wrapped in the strong wind.

"When was it there?!"

Facing Erqian Ryoma, who was in control of everything in front of him, he didn't even realize when this person descended.

Frightened, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a rain of silver bullets hit the opponent in a line.

Facing the overwhelming "Holy Light Barrage", the man still did not dodge or dodge, standing there as majestic as a mountain.

The wind lingering around the body gathered into an invisible sword, which quietly cut out...

A series of wind blades with tricky angles and ingenuity, as if from the hands of a kendo master, split the silver bullets into two with precision and ease.

"Zheng..."

The bullet shattered, and the holy light that could easily tear Yatengu apart continued to bloom, but was blocked by the shadow of the sword, light and sword blown by the strong wind, unable to touch that person at all.

"Ghost...ghost?!"

Noticing the surging gray air in the wind blade, Ryoma's already pale face turned blue.

"My life is nothing, wandering around like a shadow. My bow can't be relied on, and my sword can't save me. With the only thing left, I hope to protect his footsteps..."

Glancing back at Niya who was still praying, he gritted his teeth and accelerated the shooting frequency again: "It doesn't matter, just buy a little more time..."

There seems to be no limit to the speed of bullets produced by this revolver cylinder, as long as the speed of his hand pulling the trigger can keep up, the silver bullets will faithfully escape from the chamber.

"See if it's your wind that's faster, or my bullets!"

Under the double stimulation of the coercion of ghosts and gods and adrenaline, the veins in Ryoma's arms burst before the second, constantly breaking through the limits of his shooting career, pouring out a silver rain curtain that was several times larger than before.

"Where the wind is, where the blade is... any firearm is not as good as a leaf falling in the wind in front of Jingbaliu Kendo."

But all of these were silently swallowed up by the saber array in the wind, leaving only strong despair.

"Crack..."

The dense and crisp gunfire suddenly stopped in the square.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

Two, before Ryoma subconsciously maintained the action of pulling the trigger, but the only response was a weak hollow sound.

"Tsk, it's over in just three minutes? These foreign guns and cannons are really fancy but useless..."

He looked down with a wry smile, and the pair of silver revolvers in his hand had disappeared without a trace, only the Nanbu M60 revolver with a cylinder that was unable to spin idle remained...

"Although I borrowed the power of the magic weapon, but you can wipe out half of my "Mountain Patrol Tengu Squad" with a mortal body. Your Excellency's bravery is no less than that of Ushi Wakamaru who first entered the gate of Kurama Mountain in the past."

The silver bullet stopped, the wind curtain receded, and the lonely figure on the fountain sculpture appeared.

Slender and broad black wings, spotless yamabushi robes, heavy clogs, plus a thick red nose with a length of more than 18cm on the red ghost face...

"Big, big tengu?!"

Compared with the Yatengu and Kotengu just now, the one in front of Ryoma before Er is closer to the "classic Tengu image" that the Japanese fear the most.

"Although he is a bit older, whether it is strategy, eyesight, will or physical fitness, he is the top choice."

Seemingly admiring Erzen Ryoma, who was soaked in blood and struggling to support himself in the strong wind, the tall tengu grinned boldly at him: "Boy, are you interested in worshiping me as a teacher and plotting the world together?"

"Adore you as a teacher? Plotting the world?"

Two days ago, Ryoma chatted, and calmly stuffed the empty revolver in his hand back to his waist, and hooked the automatic rifle on the ground to his hand: "When making such a proposal that makes people excited and joyful, shouldn't you first Are you revealing your identity?"

"That's right, I was really rude just now... I am the Anma Mountain ghost Yifayan, also known as Yiyan Sengzheng."

He didn't care about the opponent's "little tricks", this tall tengu still persuaded with sincerity: "If your Excellency accepts the proposal just now, you can get the Yin Yang technique "Six Secrets · Three Strategies" and Kendo Kyobachi from my parents. Become the number one powerhouse in the world not inferior to Ushiwakamaru! "

"Six Secrets and Three Strategies? Beijing Baliu? Although I don't quite understand it, it sounds very powerful?"

"Hey, those who know current affairs are the best!"

Seeing that Ryoma seemed to be moved before Er Er, the tengu who claimed to be "Oniichi Fayan" was overjoyed, and glanced at Niya behind him with murderous eyes: "Then, kill the Nanban witch behind you and use her head Let's do it as an apprenticeship."

Subduing others without fighting is the usual method of the self-proclaimed wise man.

From the beginning to the end, the ghost did not pay attention to this "potential" human being.

The one who really made him afraid was the "blond-haired witch" who was getting more and more imposing, and who knew what kind of magic formula was brewing.

"Sorry, I refuse. Not to mention, the 'Ushiwakamaru' you mentioned didn't seem to have a very good ending."

Pushing a red magazine into the fully automatic rifle, Ryoma shook his head slightly before raising the muzzle towards the opponent: "You know, how did I get from the name 'four against five' when I didn't even have money to go to cram school? Fallin' the deviation value **** crawled out of?"

"It's hard to get an iron job and live a happy life of fishing and corruption in your dreams. How can you guys ruin it so easily?!"

"wrong answer."

Before the gunshot rang out, the gust of wind from the side of Ryoma suddenly merged into an invisible long sword and passed him by.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Amidst the painful wailing, the automatic rifle in Ryoma Erqian's hand was torn apart, and the protective suit on the chest, together with the entire left arm, was broken at the root in the splashing blood...

"Tsk tsk tsk, human beings have infinite possibilities, but they are always bound by meaningless things like virtue, love, righteousness, and faith..."

The tall figure of Gui Yifayan drifted away with the strong wind ~lightnovelpub.net~ and appeared in front of Ryoma Erqianqian.

"Hmph, if Ushiwakamaru had listened to me and killed Minamoto Yoshitomo and established himself as a general, he wouldn't have been forced every step of the way to the point where his family was ruined and his family was exiled to Kigawakan to commit suicide."

The thick wooden clogs stamped blood on the top of the transparent tempered glass, and he sneered as he stepped over the body of Erqian Ryoma in the pool of blood.

Reaching out his hand and pulling out an invisible long sword from the strong wind, Oni Yifa looked at Niya who was still praying with his eyes closed: "Only because of your stupidity, you and Ushiwakamaru are very similar."

"puff…"

Looking at the tengu who was facing away from him and raised his sword to kill, Erqian Ryoma, who was lying in a pool of blood, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and raised his remaining right hand with difficulty...

"Virtue, love, righteousness, faith... those things are too heavy for me to carry."

In his trembling hands, he held a dilapidated Southern M60 revolver...

"...I believe in being mean and prepared."

Struggling to focus his blurred vision due to severe blood loss and pain, Ryoma squeezed the trigger with his last strength.

(end of this chapter)