"Go buy time... No, let's just say hello."
Watching the backs of the jidaos, Shige Honggenji drew a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.
There are many swordsmen gathered in the Kiryu Dojo and Yuzao is sitting in front of it. Even if the yakuzas risk their lives to make an assault, it is impossible. At most, it will only cause some trouble there.
But this is enough, as long as Kiryu and Ma, who have been kicked in their old nest, attack in anger, they will have the opportunity to taste the nightmare of defeat and despair.
"Okay, it's almost time to get ready."
Shigehiro Genji sneered, then got up from the sofa and walked to the huge bookcase for decoration by the wall of the room.
A little girl in a kimono hides in the corner of the bookcase.
Seeing Chong Hong Yuansi approaching, the little girl showed fear, and instinctively wanted to hide behind the bookcase. However, several noble ladies in fine clothes appeared in front of her at some unknown time and surrounded her.
I saw that the face of the noble lady in the court was wearing a Noh mask that was neither angry nor happy, which looked quite permeable under the dim light around her. The little girl who retreated in panic was suddenly caught by the two maids on the left and right, babbling and trying to break free, but the gloomy face of Shigehiro Genji appeared in front of the little girl the next moment.
"Stop struggling, be obedient to me... You are the 'human pillar' that builds the core of this castle, and you will never be let go." Shige Hong Yuanji lowered his head and looked down at the kidnapped little girl, his eyes radiating a strange light.
The demonic light shone into the pupils of the little girl's eyes, and the little girl's eyes gradually lost their luster, and after a while, she lowered her head like a puppet.
Chong Hong Yuansi snorted coldly, then walked forward, and the group of women wearing energy masks grabbed the little girl and followed him closely. Behind them, the room full of various decorations slowly fell apart, and the surrounding space, like building blocks, quickly changed the original pattern...
**
In the dead of night, the Kiryu family's Shuo Daochang is still lit with lights.
The amount of light cast by a few incandescent lamps is far from enough to illuminate the corners of the ashram, but it creates just the right amount of tranquility in the ashram. Kneeling and sitting in the dojo with the horse, with the sheathed Zhengzong in hand.
A moth attracted by the light landed on the authentic scabbard, fluttering its wings and flying away after a while. Hema followed the traces of the moths with his eyes, but his heart returned to the fierce fight on the mountain road half a day ago.
Maybe that wouldn't even be called a fight. Kurosaki took down most of the Kuki minions, and he chopped down the Kuki Heihachiro who turned into a ghost.
When confronting Kuki Heihachiro, an unexplained high-spirited emotion inspired his body and mind, and in response to his fighting spirit, Masamune swung his sword, and finally chopped down Huagui in a mysterious state similar to Changan Lake.
Everything at that time was as natural as clouds and flowing water, but now Hema tries to reproduce it.
Motivation is inspired every step of the way.
Although there is no opponent in front of him at the moment, as a master of swordsmanship who masters mind and skill, Kazuma can control his emotions freely to a certain extent.
At this moment, while recalling the scene of facing Kuki Heihachirou, he slowly gathered his mind, a clear and intense feeling began to surge in his body, and his emotions gradually rose with the drumming.
He Ma inspired the soaring emotions with his breathing, and his spirit became more clear.
Suddenly, a clear clang sounded in his ears.
He Ma stretched out his hand to grab Zhengzong, so the clanking sound came to his ears more clearly. Kazuma listened intently to the authentic Dao Ming, but then couldn't help being surprised.
Unlike before, this time he actually heard a tone similar to emotion or interest from the sound of Qingyue's knife.
Hema wondered if he was thinking too much, but then he turned around and thought that Zhengzong was a spiritual sword handed down from generation to generation. Even Qingliu's off-time, sunny and rainy day knew how to go crazy and protect the lord. It's not surprising that Zhengzong has his own emotions and interests.
He Ma thought this way, but the tone of the saber blare in his ears suddenly changed again.
From Qingyue's passionate to low-pitched and thick, the euphoria is like sitting with old friends and talking at night while holding candles. The corner of Hema's mouth couldn't help showing a smile, he flicked the blade with his fingers, and everything around him was silent for a moment.
In the silence, an invisible tide was slowly flowing. He Ma raised his eyes and saw the moth hovering less than half a foot in front of him.
The moth flaps its wings like in slow motion, and the horse can even see its fine fluff and the tiny scale powder it sprinkles when flapping its wings. He Ma's eyes fell on the moth's legs, and saw that the moth's hind legs were entangled with a spider web that he didn't know where to break free, and this obviously interfered with its flight.
He Ma smiled slightly, and the authentic knife in his hand flashed.
A few strands of severed spider silk fell down, and the moth flew away unsteadily.
When the flow of time returned to normal, He Ma kept half kneeling on the spot in the posture of drawing the knife, but then suddenly let out a breath, and the whole person sat down on the ground as if exhausted, panting heavily.
The feeling of such a rapid consumption of energy is similar to when he cut down Kuki Heihachiro, and of course he has long been mentally prepared for this.
He Ma fell on the dojo floor panting, observed his situation a little, and found an extra entry as expected——
"Shenwei Shizhu" is the name of the new entry.
"From now on, you can walk sideways", this is the explanation below the entry.
The entry was as unpredictable as ever (secondary two burst out of the table), and Ma couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly.
From a literal analysis, the "master" probably refers to the owner who holds the spiritual knife, and the "shenwei" probably refers to the secret power contained in the spiritual knife? As for the appearance of the entry "Shenwei Shizhu", it probably proves that he has indeed mastered the method of using the spirit knife to store the secret power.
The secret power contained in the spirit knife is collectively called "divine power". Since there is a general term, there are of course other names—especially considering that spirit knives are all masters with different personalities, and the divine power contained in different spiritual knives has completely different effects, which is also a logical conjecture.
For example, the authentic Kamui is super-accelerated as before, and after a little consideration, Kazuma decided to temporarily name it "God Disease".
Once the "divine disease" is activated, the swordsman will be greatly accelerated from the spirit to the body, even to the point of surpassing the current time axis. If this trick is used in battle, it will be like a hang-up.
He Ma recalled the knife that cut off the silk wrapped around the moth's leg before, and he didn't think anyone could block the swift slash that could not be caught by the eyes and ears.
Guiniwa Genshin couldn't do it, even if Soichiro Uesugi came.
"marvelous!"
Now at last there is no need to envy Qingliu anymore. Kazuma clenched his fists, feeling an unprecedented touch and joy in his heart.
Sure enough, it is still our authentic one! He Ma rubbed his love knife fondly, and it took a long time for his emotions to gradually calm down.
Calm down and think about it, although the divine disease can be called an invincible plug-in, it seems that it cannot be activated casually.
After all, if you want to activate the divine power, you must first arouse the sword, and to arouse the sword, you have to arouse the fighting spirit to a very high level. For a warrior who has mastered the integration of mind and skill, raising the fighting spirit is not a big problem, the problem is that morale can be boosted. lag.
If the inspired fighting spirit is not digested by a strong enemy, it will be like a bow that is drawn full and then released, which will in turn cause additional damage to the spirit of the horse.
And even if the magic disease is activated, it does not mean that the victory is guaranteed.
After all, judging from the previous experience, the energy consumption of activities after stepping into the divine disease will be extremely huge. For example, it took less than ten seconds for him to activate the divine disease and cut off the spider's silk, but he felt that the consumption was equivalent to that of a long-distance running for twenty or thirty kilometers, and his physical strength seemed to be drained in an instant.
When facing actual combat, one must take into account the rigidity after activating the divine disease, otherwise fatal flaws will definitely be left.
"Well, let's just use it as a trump card."
You don't need it when fighting minions, just like fighting catfish spirits by Chang'an Lake, you can just use it as a nirvana when facing the mysterious side in the future. Especially at the moment when he is about to face the nightmare-eating tapir, the entry pair and horse of the gods and majesty is simply a blessing from heaven.
Kazuma hummed a little song and put Zhengzong into the scabbard, but his eyes glanced at the square corner of the knife holder in the distance intentionally or unintentionally—the other spiritual knife enshrined in the Kiryu Dojo. What is God's power? Hema couldn't help thinking.
If you didn't catch a glimpse of the figure stepping out of the corridor, maybe Kazuma went there and pulled out Muramasa to try the knife.
"Eh? Police department, are you still practicing swords at this late hour?"
It was Kurosaki Nagahide who came out of the corridor. Seeing Kazuma stroking his sword and whispering in the dojo, Kurosaki showed a look of sincere admiration: "Obviously he has such a skill but he still hasn't slackened in his practice. No wonder the police department replenishes power so easily. Cutting down ghosts is admirable."
"Haha, I'm used to it, I feel uncomfortable if I don't swing twice a day..." He Ma haha.
Kurosaki was good at helping him explain the miraculous performance when he cut down Kuki Heihachiro, so he saved the effort of explaining.
"How is it? Is there no result yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Jinguji said that it will take some time, and told us not to bother for the time being." Kurosaki replied with a nod, and raised his eyes to look at the square corner of the dojo's living room.
The experimental materials He Ma got from Dr. Sakata earlier included both audio and video tapes. In the Kiryu Dojo, a national historic site, the only place equipped with corresponding playback equipment is the living room.
After Kazuma brought back the data, Tamamo occupied the living room to analyze the experimental data. According to Fox, it is best not to let mortals touch this dangerous item involving the mysterious side until the details are known, so both Kazuma and Kurosaki were driven out of the analysis site.
Although the fox said that she would do the analysis of dangerous and contraband alone, Kazumama took a quick look and found that her so-called "analysis" was nothing more than drinking tea while enjoying the played scenery.
At least in the eyes of mortals, there is no risk. After all, if it is an experiment that is dangerous just by looking at it, Shige Honggenji would not be able to do it on such a scale.
Shigehiro Motoji used the door-opening experiment to bury distortions in the hearts of tens of thousands of participants, and the first victim was Kurosaki's daughter Caixiang.