I really didn't get rid of the spirit in Tokyo. Scroll 184 Sousuke is no longer dead with bare hands. "No, I will... go and say goodbye to her in person."

Sousuke Araki, who was clutching his arms, was talking while he did not know when, and quietly narrowed the distance with Ryuu Uchimura.

There are only seven steps left between the two.

I saw his left foot stomped abruptly, the whole body was short, leaned over and charged straight towards Uchimura Ryuu.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing the opponent's actions, Uchimura Ryuuji pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sousuke Araki's eyes were concentrated like never before, and he instinctively tilted his head.

"boom."

With the sound of gunfire, the whistling bullets brushed past his face.

Immediately afterwards, Sousuke Araki turned his right hand into a fist, hitting his wrist from bottom to top.

A layer of scales made of resentment appeared on Uchimura Ryuu's wrist.

After he took the "Water Tiger's Liver", the newly activated "Water Tiger's Scales" could give him a very strong physical defense, which could not be cut through by ordinary swords.

However, under the iron fist of Araki Sousuke, the scales composed of resentment seem to be non-existent.

"Crack."

With the sound of bone cracks and Ryuu Uchimura's screams, the pistol flew high.

Without giving the opponent any chance, Sousuke Araki put his elbow on the opponent's chin and beat the opponent back, blood and teeth mixed together and splashed out...

Without stopping, fists like raindrops bombarded Uchimura Ryuo's tall body, hitting him like an electrocuted shrimp and constantly arching his body.

Wing Chun · Japanese word punch.

Immediately afterwards, Sousuke Araki grabbed the opponent's hard hair covered in hairspray and violently slammed it against the iron bulkhead.

With the wailing of the bulkhead, Uchimura Ryuo's face instantly deformed, and a large puddle of blood splattered.

Under the violent shock, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

"Mr. Araki... Be careful!!!"

Little Bird Yumayumi's exclamation sounded beside his ears.

Released the muddy Uchimura Ryuu in his hand, Araki Sousuke turned his head to look, just to see the radiant Mediterranean dragging his body, struggling to grab the pistol on the ground before Yuma Yumori.

"Stinky bitch, still want to take a gun?"

The tree planter pointed the muzzle at the bird Yumayumi in front of him...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sousuke Araki kicked his foot on the cabin, and the whole person rushed towards the tree planter in mid-air.

"Hey, kidnapped..."

Zhong Zhishuren's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his gun to Sousuke Araki in midair with a grin.

People are in the air, there is no way to avoid it, Sousuke Araki can only helplessly pounce on the black hole-like muzzle.

The Chinese tree planter pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He's not the kind of villain on TV who dies by talking too much.

"Crack".

With the crisp sound of the trigger, time seemed to stop at this moment in Zhongzhishuren's sight.

The green marijuana bushes, Sousuke Araki with his veins bursting in the air, Yumayumi the bird with a frightened expression, and Abe Temple with his eyes full of unwillingness...

A long-haired girl in a sailor suit, with black bangs and blood-colored eyes, suddenly appeared in the air behind Sousuke Araki.

The girl bowed slightly apologetically to the tree planter.

then disappeared.

As if it had never appeared before.

"Feel sorry."

The voice that only Zhongzhishuren could hear still remained in his ears.

The world is turning again...

"boom".

The gunshots sounded, and the intense flames exploded in the hands of the tree planters...

The pistol actually exploded.

Sousuke Araki, who was in the air, also fell weakly to the ground.

The tree planter, whose half of his thumb was blown off, ran out of the cabin door screaming.

The scene just now was so strange that he lost all his courage.

That man is definitely not an ordinary gangster or a spirit slayer!

Things have been messed up, and I must take this information out and bring it to "that lord" in order to make up for it.

Just when he thought so...

Ken Funamura, who was holding a thin red-blade sword, his eyes turned white, and his whole body only had lace-trimmed **** and bras, walked down the stairs and collided with Nakazuki Ren.

"Funamura Ken, why did you come down and dress like this again... hurry up and clean up those two guys in the cabin. "

Seeing the person coming, Zhongzhishuren breathed a sigh of relief and yelled loudly, hoping to use this subordinate to buy himself time to run away.

In the dark cabin, Ken Funamura raised the corner of his mouth stiffly and with difficulty, and gave him a strange smile.

The scarlet sword that was still dripping with blood, which was hanging down on the ground in his hand, moved at the speed of lightning.

Zhongzhishuren didn't have time to react at all, he only felt a pain in his lower body, and he lost all the strength in his body.

The blood poured into the sword from somewhere delicate behind him without money.

His eyes quickly approached the ground...

"President Changta..."

Seeing the blood dripping onto the ground beside him and sputtering bright red flowers, the tree planter showed a relieved smile.

Now, I must have disappointed you a lot.

The fate of being forced, it really did not bloom beautiful flowers.

……

"Hush... it hurts..."

"Sorry, Mr. Araki, please be patient."

In the darkened cabin, Yumako Tori tore off the hem of Sousuke Araki's T-shirt and wrapped his wound tightly.

Abe Temple, who was originally slumped to the ground, has regained a bit of strength and sat up with support.

He was previously haunted by the "Power of Chi Demon". Even though he had spiritual power to protect his body, the potassium element in his blood lost too much in an instant.

Even if the resentment entangled in the body dissipates at this moment, the body needs time to recover slowly.

Funamura, holding a sword and wearing lace-trimmed underwear, quietly appeared at the door of the cabin.

In the dim cabin, the dark red tip of Zezong's knife, flashing a cold light, attacked the two who were dressing the wound.

"Be careful……"

Sitting on the ground, Abe Temple, with a burst of power from nowhere, picked up a box next to him and threw it towards the red glow.

The box board was slashed by the red glow like paper, and burst open in the air.

But this time, it also bought time for Araki Sosuke to react~lightnovelpub.net~ The lightning-fast sword stabbed into Araki Sosuke's lower body.

"Then... a... knife..."

Abeji's throat moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something urgently, but he couldn't form a complete sentence.

"You two back away... You can't fight that guy if you're squeezed in here."

Seeing the power of the opponent's sword just now, the thick bloodstains on the sword, and the narrow and unavoidable corridors on both sides, Sousuke Araki felt a little worried.

I really didn't realize that day that this uncle with a quirky surname was actually a master of kendo.

In a small space like the cabin, knives are more terrifying than guns.

Empty-handed against the real sword, the memory of the last scene of "Sousuke"'s previous life flooded into his mind, making him only feel pain in the lower back.

"Teacher Araki, catch it!"

Tori Yumayumi threw an object at him.

Sousuke Araki subconsciously reached out to catch it, only then did he see clearly that it was the rusty, black leather-wrapped demon sword [July Rain].

"Hey, it's better than nothing..."

Even if it is an antique rusty knife that cannot be pulled out, it can block it.

Sousuke did not die with his own hands.

After the violent action just now, his wound was torn again.

The blood drops along his arm, slowly dripping on the July rain, soaking into the black animal skin.

"Zheng."

Just when Sousuke Araki was holding the handle of Qiyueyu's sword with one hand, ready to let go of the opponent...

The scabbard, which was made of some kind of biological leather, slipped off on its own.

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