"Abe Temple... The slayer's code name is 'Lihua Piaoxue'... Since childhood, he has been practicing kendo from the 'Tiantian First Class'..."

In the vast white fog, two figures wrapped in black robes stood side by side.

"The eldest young master of the Tuyumen Consortium, why does he have to come to do such a dangerous job? Isn't it good to lie in the villa with a tender model and bask in the sun?"

"Tsk, I know a lot... So, are all the materials and mission information in the association leaked?"

In front of them, a man, like a severely burned patient, was wrapped in a dense white cloth and hung upside down in the air, revealing only a handsome and indifferent face.

"It seems that it's not accidental that you are here tonight..."

It was Abe Temple that was drowned by the sudden torrent of white cloth just by being caught off guard.

"Hmph, don't you Aum Shinrikyo naively think that without the Spirit Slayer Association, you can walk into the sun by yourself?"

Even though he was in prison, he didn't show any panic on his face, instead he questioned the other party with a cold expression.

It was as if it was not himself who turned into the "hanged man", but the two men in black robes in front of him.

"You men, you always like to coax women. In fact, you want to take the opportunity to make such and such filthy demands..."

Without answering Abe Temple's question, "Number 8", wearing a mask and showing a charming face, came to him and reached out to caress his slashed face.

"But, after it's finished, I'll leave the family like a shoe..."

She exhaled like a blue, and slowly brought her face closer.

"Especially the type of you who is young, rich and handsome and irresistible..."

Then, she gently unbuttoned the black robe...

"Probably, you've played with a lot of women, right? Do you want to..."

Under the black robe, a set of translucent lace-edged suits that should not be covered perfectly set off her bumpy and sensual figure.

"... Before dying, how about a taste of others?"

"Number Eight" bit his lower lip and gave an invitation with a pair of electrified winks.

"Sorry, in my heart, there is only one way of sword. For me, the **** of men and women is just the number on the black card of the DVD rental membership."

Facing the white greasy waves so close at hand, Abe Temple declined expressionlessly.

"No. 8, stop playing, get rid of him quickly!"

The black-robed woman with "Third Three" written on the mask on the side seemed a little uneasy, and urged softly.

"No. 7 has already dragged the 'named offering' to Yoshihara Shrine, we have to hurry up and gather..."

In the fog, she was the one who manipulated the white cloth and made plans to push Abe Temple into a predicament step by step.

"Understood, this will take away his 'golden jade' and let him bleed to death in the endless emptiness of his lower body..."

Twisting his fiery body, "No. 8" gently attached to Abe Temple, stretched out his hands covered with shell-shaped scales, and quietly reached between his legs.

"Young master who doesn't know how to lift up, if you want to be tough, take advantage of it now... After that, you won't be able to feel the joy of that kind of blood spurting..."

Another "magic power" mastered by "No. 8" is the "power of the salamander ghost".

Rongluo ghost, it is said that after a woman jumped into the sea, she turned into a spirit of Rongluo, and its body was like a dragon, with human hands and a conch shell.

Legend has it that a pirate rescued a drowning woman in Boche in Kishu. Because of her beautiful appearance, all the pirates begged her for love.

The woman agreed calmly, refused to come, fought against the heroes, and the iron was not sold.

After the incident, the woman jumped into the sea to reveal her original shape, and the pirates discovered that the pair of "gold and jade" between their crotch had disappeared.

"Yoshihara Shrine... Named offerings?"

Turning a blind eye to the little hand that kept approaching his legs, Abeji frowned slightly, as if he had heard something unpleasant.

"So, your attack was not specifically aimed at the Spirit Slayer Association, but at that fellow Araki Sosuke..."

Before tonight's task, regarding Sosuke Araki's bounty on the dark web by the cult, Abe Temple, as an "insider" and "instructor", naturally obtained relevant information from the association.

"Including taking shots at me, it's just a 'by the way' to solve a problem... It's like the self-massage section in charge of the warm-up before the main film starts... Right?"

The unwillingness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by tranquility.

"Hey, it looks like I've been underestimated from the beginning to the end."

Like the unfathomable sea, the tranquility before the storm.

…

Nihonbashi, Shinagawa Town, Xuanwukan.

"Zheng."

In the quiet courtyard, the symphony of gold and iron sounded occasionally, as if a geisha was stirring the shamisen in a hurry.

"clang."

From time to time, the two figures stood with swords in their hands, as quiet as a virgin.

Suddenly they crossed each other, moving like a rabbit.

This rhythm, simple and low slashing sound was played by the intersection of the long knives in their hands.

"Ibuki, your 'star eye' is like a jar of fine wine, which has become more and more mature with the brewing of time."

In the field, the one who took the initiative was a tall man with a ponytail tied behind his head, a face full of stubble, and a pair of knives.

The two long knives of different lengths in their hands seemed to be heavy, but they disappeared like a hummingbird flapping their wings between the waves...

He could actually use such a heavy weapon, UU reading www.uukanshu. com waving beyond the limits of what the human eye can capture.

Every raised sword beam carries a piercing and painful killing intent, emitting a strong **** smell like a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"I'm old, I can't hold a sword anymore..."

Opposite the man was a tall and thin old man who seemed to be blown over by a gust of wind.

"You can't compare, can't compare with a monster like 'Ten Thousand People Killing Silver Times'..."

Like a morning exercise, he lazily raised the black and silver straight sword in his hand over the top, and from time to time he swung it down like he was practicing "Suzhen".

The most bizarre thing is that every time he made a slow "empty swing", he could bring out several sparks and collision sounds on the blade.

After he swings his sword, the tall man on the opposite side will take a step back vigilantly.

And the pair of "disappeared" double knives will also reappear in his hands.

Every time the old man casually swings his sword, he can actually be the first to cut off the man's aggressive sword, and even threaten the opponent's body!

And the **** and rainy wind on the pair of knives, as soon as they approached his body, would turn into the spring breeze and rain, turning into the fragrant bamboo morning dew.

"This...is that the true strength of Matsumoto-sensei..."

A handsome young man in a kimono was kneeling under the eaves not far away, his face calm and his eyes unblinking watching the real sword competition in the field.

"However, Beichen, the owner of Chiba Pavilion, is even more terrifying."

The act of grasping the two hilts around his waist unconsciously with his hands betrayed the excitement and tension in his heart.

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