I really didn't get rid of the spirits in Tokyo. Scroll 167, Secret Sword, Ju Yiyiji "Ha? What did you say, don't you want to die?"

Hearing the strange guy in front of him provocatively with his tongue flicking sound more proficient than himself, a dozen men who were smoking under the torii gate immediately frowned, grinned and raised their chins.

"Mr. Araki..."

Seeing that the other party was crowded, worried that Sousuke Araki would suffer, Kotori Yumayumi anxiously ran towards the bottom of the steps.

No matter how powerful a spirit remover is, he is still only a mortal body.

"Miss Miko, don't be impatient... Let the professionals handle this kind of thing."

Higashino Yukihira raised his hand to block, and then walked in the direction of Sousuke Araki.

"Crack".

Surrounded by more than a dozen men and glaring at him, Sousuke Araki unhurriedly took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, as if he was quite used to this kind of atmosphere.

Seeing him as calm as a fish in water, the men of the National Essence Association were a little unsteady.

"Huh... There's an alley next to it, do you want to go there and chat?"

Sousuke Araki tilted his head towards the alley next door and walked in first.

"Hey, your kid got water in his head, are you rushing to die..."

Hearing his words, the dozen or so tattooed men were stunned in disbelief, surrounded him with bad intentions, and walked into the alley where Yutaro Kotori used to secretly smoke.

"In this world, there is actually such a stunned young man who is not afraid of death..."

Seeing Sosuke Araki walking into the alley, Funamura smiled disdainfully and said, "Little Bird You-sang, you should make a decision quickly, I'm afraid that many of my little brothers will exercise no importance, and it's not good if they play badly. now..."

"You let them stop first, and we'll sit down and talk after something happens. If there's anything with Araki-kun, you can't even imagine that."

After hesitating for a while, Yutaro Kotori seemed to have made up his mind.

"As long as Xiaoniao Yusang is willing to sit down and talk, it will be no problem... I believe that our national quintessence will definitely give this antique a satisfactory price."

Hearing him let go, Funamura walked slowly towards the alley, as if preparing to come forward to calm the situation.

……

In Ibaraki Prefecture, inside the Yimon Mansion.

"Patriarch, my aunt is dying, what should I do..."

Just when Yuto Ichimon was holding a broken sword and turned to look at Abe Temple, several young clansmen ran into the mourning hall and asked him for instructions.

Although there is a family doctor in the clan, in the face of a person who has lost all blood in his body, he is naturally helpless and can only use a white cloth to cover his face.

"Back off..."

Abe-ji held a pair of knives and asked a few people to step back.

But it was too late.

One word Yumaru moved.

Yumaru Ichimon, who is over fifty years old and has a strong body, burst out with a speed far exceeding that of the previous master Ichimon.

His body was extremely low like an animal, almost moving forward against the ground, and he didn't even care about the cracking sound of the joints of his hands and feet.

As the strange red sword light danced, a vigorous blood mist erupted from the lower bodies of several clansmen, followed by a bright fountain.

The blood in the air kept pouring into the broken sword in Yumaru Ichimon's hand, condensing into red crystals.

Seeing this scene, Abe Temple no longer cared about the old friend in front of him, and the "Sun Wheel" long sword with flames whirled past him.

Two days first-class, flame slash.

The next scene left him stunned.

Ichimon Yumaru, who was walking on the ground, actually took the exact same posture as him, with the residual sword turning around in front of him with a red glow, and recklessly fought with the same sword move as him in the future.

Although the flame of the sun blade did not erupt, the opponent did use a single sword to use the second-class first-class, flame slash.

"How could it be possible... the person possessed by this grudge can actually imitate the opponent's sword move?"

It is very common for resentful spirits and objects to be possessed, but most of the possessed people lose their ability to think and act on instinct and obsession like beasts.

If it is said that Yumaru Unimon is a peerless swordsman, it is still possible to use such exquisite swordsmanship based on body memory.

But he is only a swordsman, and he has never practiced first-class for two days.

Before Abeji thought about it, with the sound of bones breaking, Yumaru Ichimon in front of him lowered his body again, and went around behind him, violating human physiology and almost sticking to the ground.

The reddish chrysanthemum character Zezong in his hand quickly stabbed out from the bottom to the top.

The secret sword, chrysanthemum slashes with one word.

Abe Temple's pupils vibrated, the chrysanthemums tightened, and the lower body felt cold. He jumped up like a cat with his hands and feet on the ground, with his knives crossed in front of him.

Accompanied by the red glow, there are sixteen dense symphony of gold and iron.

Abe Temple in mid-air, with the strength of the opponent's sword, jumped to the side, pulling the distance.

After landing, he stared at the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum pattern family crest on the opponent's sword hilt, and took a deep breath.

Only when he was in the air did he really see the opponent's move.

The legendary chrysanthemum slash is a move that can only exert its real power by a thin-blade sword.

That bewitching red glow seemed to be a sword, but it was actually aimed at a budding weakness somewhere in the target's lower body, and stabbed sixteen swords in an instant in a very small area.

In this move, there will be an extra "sixteen-petal and eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" on the lower body, which is as unique as the hilt of the sword.

Famous is worse than meeting. This legendary sword move is so terrifying.

The blow failed, and Ichimon Yumaru was like a broken doll, with his waist leaning back ninety degrees, his limbs curled up abnormally, and he approached Abe-ji Temple like a zombie.

At the wound on his body, blood continued to gather from his arm to the handle of the knife.

Abe Temple didn't wait for him to come before him, his whole body was surging with spiritual energy, and the wakizashi【Moonlight】was continuously in the air in his hand, and then he slammed into the ground.

This chrysanthemum Ichimonjizong not only allows the holder to use the exact same sword moves as the opponent, but also adds a pungent and cruel "Chrysanthemum Ichimonji Slash", which is difficult to compete with with sword skills alone.

As he swung his sword, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

A circle of frost centered on him, spreading along the ground to the surrounding area~lightnovelpub.net~In early May, in the suburban manor of Ibaraki Prefecture, snow began to fall in the air.

Adds a bit of desolation to the blood-stained earth.

Two days of first-class, monthly return, and snow.

Stepping on the frost on the ground and sticking to the falling snow, Ichimon Yumaru's movements suddenly became sluggish.

"efficient."

The sword move took effect, but Abe Temple's heart sank.

Frost driven by spiritual power has little effect on living beings.

This shows that Uncle Yiwen has...

Just when he was about to repeat his old trick, he cut off Yumaru Ichimono's fingers and shot down that monstrous broken sword.

Ichimon Yumaru, who originally ran towards him, suddenly turned around smartly, fell to the ground, and jumped out of the window next to him like a cat.

It just ran like this.

Then, the screams of several people came from outside.

When Abe Temple rushed out of the mourning hall, there were already five or six men lying outside.

The blood of their lower bodies was pouring out, just like a blooming wild chrysanthemum.

A young and strong man was standing quietly on the bodies of the clansmen who had been sucked into mummies.

Ichimon Yumaru, who had escaped with a sword, was also lying in it.

The chrysanthemum character Nozong, who should have been in his hands, disappeared.

The unfamiliar man standing alone, with his hands down and his white eyes looking at Abe Temple calmly, bowed his body slowly, his energy condensed.

He clearly had no sword in his hand, but his posture was like a peerless swordsman before he drew his sword.

Full of murder.

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