"Guangzhi, time is running out, hurry up and set up your formation."

"Yes!"

In the morning rush hour subway, a large number of middle-aged men got up from the edge of the crack, glanced curiously at Higashino Yukihira not far away, took out the small things from the mountaineering bag behind him, and got busy on the rooftop. .

"Hundreds of ghosts have disappeared for many years. Today, the formation of a formation covering the entire Tokyo is not just for summoning a certain evil spirit."

The red-armored warrior put his hands behind his back and proudly looked up at the sky: "There is not much time left for us."

"It turns out that Lao Lao and the train are not rivals..."

"Samurai in red armor? I've never heard of such a spirit remover. Tokyo is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers."

In the night sky, Kotomine Jiro and the woman in Tsing Yi, who were waiting under the gap, just happened to look down.

"Jun Dongye, this old man has a 'formation within a formation'. If they are deployed before their ceremony is completed, it may be able to reverse the current situation."

"What means, you can use it..."

Yukio Higashino turned into a giant ape, with wood grain and fish scales blooming like waves on his body, his wings of death stretched out on his back, and a long and narrow blood blade popped out from his wrist, swept away like a world-destroying demon king: "I promise, that guy Kotomine Jiro, I won't have a chance to disturb you!"

"So good...before!"

Nodding his head, the red-armored warrior raised his hand and put a yellow rune on his forehead: "Guangzhi, concentrate on the formation according to the method I taught before!"

The talisman paper ignited spontaneously, the golden light covered his body, and the dozens of wooden swords on his back were trembling and unsheathed, cruising around him nimbly like a bird.

"Let the old man go and find out the depth of the woman in Tsing Yi."

This huge red-armored warrior lifted his foot on one of the wooden swords, and unexpectedly rose off the ground lightly...

"But, will this train be blown away by the wind and wake up suddenly... Wait, President, when will you fly..."

Leaving behind the panic-stricken Mediterranean Sea to guard the rooftop alone, he swept away with his sword like a land fairy!

"Hey, Higashino Yukihira, are you a cockroach? No matter how many times you are trampled to death, you will still emerge from the corner!"

In the night sky where the wind was howling, facing Yukihira Higashino who was coming towards him, Jiro Kotomine raised his left arm made of a gray tornado and gave it a firm grip!

The airflow gathered in all directions, turned into a large mass of gray feathers, and floated down like catkins…

At the moment of approaching Higashino Yukihei, the gray feathers erupted into violent tornadoes that penetrated the heavens and the earth!

"Humph."

Higashino Yukihira, who was rising straight from the blue sky, was rippling like a disturbed water surface, and went straight through the tornadoes!

Under his feet, the buildings near the west exit of Ikebukuro Station were turned into ruins in the wind.

"Is that, Lao Lao's "Mirror Stop Water"? ! "

Seeing this scene, Kotomine Jiro frowned.

"Jiro Kotomine..."

In an instant, Higashino Yukihira had passed through the gray feathers and the gust of wind, and came to him!

"Today, you and I, must have an end here!"

The death energy on the Wing of Death poured into the blood blade crazily in his hand, Higashino Yukihira raised his thick arms covered with wood grain and fish scales and slashed out fiercely: "Disperse!"

The gray tornadoes that were raging all around suddenly died down and collapsed...

Even Kotomine Jiro's left arm, which was outlined by the strong wind, was almost unable to maintain its shape because of the thin wind.

"die!"

There was no time to react, and a shrill cross sword glow with red and black blending had already bloomed on Kotomine Jiro!

His half-human, half-wind body was torn apart like a torn balloon, melting into the air around him.

"Not right."

However, Higashino Yukihira, the "hand-knife enemy", had a suspicious look on his face.

"Did Hua Feng escape at the moment of being cut?"

This knife handed out, he didn't have much real feeling, as if he only slashed into the air.

"Just by sucking blood, you can fuse the source of the other party. Is this the power given to you by the Asamet Stone Face..."

With the voice of Kotomine Jiro, the gray airflow quietly merged into four sturdy tornadoes, closing in towards Higashino Yukihira...

The scars on the bones can be seen constantly being lifted up by the strong wind, and a monstrous blood mist is sprayed out!

In order to be able to touch the opponent, when he launched the attack, he naturally couldn't keep the "mirror water stop" of the slippery clan.

But in the next second, "Higashino Yukihira", who was torn apart by the strong wind, turned into a broken octopus foot.

"What a perfect, art-like evolutionary ability!"

Layers of words came from all directions, echoing with the airflow.

"Why...why did the evolutionary path that I've been pursuing to heal human beings fell into the hands of you, a little bastard?!"

The gust of wind gathered and swirled, Kotomine Jiro's figure reappeared, and roared with resentment on his face: "It's decided, after the arrival of Lord Tianmo Xiongming, I want to get your body!"

On his chest, which was full of gorgeous thin scales, there was a long and narrow scar of a knife.

Obviously, Higashino Yukihira's knife just didn't hit anything.

Although the knife scar is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, compared to the body of a vampire that has absorbed the power of several ghosts and gods, the body of a big tengu who has taken the flesh and blood of a mermaid is nothing at all!

"Hey, it looks like it's going to be a long battle..."

In the night sky on the other side, Higashino Kohei, who spread his wings against the wind, quietly appeared, and fought with Kotomine Jiro again: "Since you want my body, don't hide your head and show your tail, come and get it yourself!"

…

"Being able to construct such a formation with "Hundred Ghosts", your Excellency UU Reading www.uukanshu.com must be the legendary Qingxing Lan who wrote the "Hundred Stories"?"

Hundreds of meters away from Kotomine Jiro and Higashino Yukihira who were fighting together, Tokimoto Ichiro, who was standing on a wooden sword, was looking at the woman in blue, "I am a deceased deceased person, and I can be regarded as your fanaticism. Fans, have written many books about Hundred Stories..."

"If I take your seal to the grave, I think he will feel great comfort in the spirit of heaven?"

In the leisurely words like drinking tea, countless wooden swords with talisman paper attached to them descended towards the woman in blue like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

"Yes, the slave family is the Qingxing Deng. But it is not me who wrote the Hundred Stories, but you humans..."

The blossoming orchid lights quietly appeared in front of the woman from the air, and flicked every wooden sword just right: "What I do is just collect and save stories one by one, and always remember each creator. name."

"Hundred Monogatari" is a kind of game that suddenly emerged in the Edo period. The earliest record comes from the book "Kamazuko" by Yuichi Asai, a monk of the Pure Land School and a writer of popular literature.