He Tai's roar echoed in the small temple.
The dozen or so people who appeared suddenly showed disdain, held weapons, and began to approach.
The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the scripture room sighed slightly, manipulating another double to prepare to block the knife for Mrs. He.
The old monk of Tongshou Temple still doesn't know the ins and outs of the certificate matter.
But this leader.
No!
It should be more accurate to say that he knew one of the two knives on the leader's waist.
Even at a distance of tens of meters, he could feel the breath above.
Gloomy, manic.
Full of bloody smell.
Magic knife!
The old monk of Tongshou Temple was very sure.
I just don't know which magic knife it will be.
The old monk thought in his heart, manipulating another clone to watch the field.
"Kill him."
The leader said casually, with his left hand resting casually on the two long knives, the contempt in his eyes was almost real.
It seems that Mrs. He is not worth mentioning.
In fact, Mrs. He's performance far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
Moments after the dozen or so people surrounded them, they were defeated.
One fireball after another.
Each one hit these people fiercely.
However, Mrs. He herself has nimble steps, and her figure is light and interspersed among these attackers, easily dodging their passage.
After about two minutes, all those who rushed up fell down.
They were all scorched black, their eyes turned white, and they lost consciousness.
However, none of them lost their breath.
are still alive.
"Oh, what a waste."
The young man with flirtatious eyes in the lead sneered.
His gaze first swept over the people on the ground, and then fell on Mrs. He.
That is self-evident.
That is to say, the person who fell on the ground is a waste.
It is also saying that Mrs. He, who has won the victory but is soft-hearted, is a waste.
call!
Mrs. He didn't refute the other party, but just took a deep breath.
Everyone has their own rules of conduct.
He is also included.
If you can not kill, don't kill.
Although doing so will make him feel restrained in doing things, but at the same time restrained, it will make him feel that he is still a person, not a machine that uses unscrupulous means to accomplish his goals.
Maybe I'm not a good person, but I still want to be one.
With such a belief, Mrs. He worked hard to revive the family.
He will not change his belief just because of someone's words.
Not before.
Not now.
after…
Nor will it!
"Get out."
Exhaling and opening his voice, Mrs. He's eyes were firmer and brighter than before.
The talisman paper in his hand shot out like an arrow, and with muffled bang bang bang bangs, it turned into a ball of flames in the air, surrounding the leader.
The flames rise.
The scorching heat permeated the air.
The leader's figure instantly disappeared into the flames.
However, Mrs. He did not relax at all.
When the flames surrounded the leader, Mrs. He felt a bad feeling in her heart.
As an onmyoji, Mrs. He was born with extraordinary perception.
And the battle the day after tomorrow allowed He Tai to accumulate a lot of experience.
Therefore, when a bad feeling arose in Mrs. He's heart, the wandering onmyoji flashed to the side.
call!
The wind howled.
Just when Mrs. He had just finished dodging, a gust of wind blew past.
Under the gust of wind, the fire ball was extinguished in an instant, and a sharp air current passed by Mrs. He.
Mrs. He did not touch this air current.
However, the sharpness made his skin tingle.
The canopy that was draped over his body was even more broken.
Blood was everywhere, and pain spread from the left arm.
But Mrs. He didn't pay attention to this at all. He lowered his head and looked at the ground of the small courtyard of the temple.
On the hard bluestone floor, a finger-wide gap passed by He Tai and extended to the steps in front of the main hall of Tongshou Temple.
"Sword, sword energy?!"
Mrs. He's expression changed, and she exclaimed.
Swordsman is the easiest choice to enter the other world from this world.
But also just to get in.
Such entry mostly just represents cannon fodder.
If you want to gain a firm foothold in the true sense, you must at least have a good trick.
And 'Sword Qi' is a sign.
Being able to wield sword energy means that the swordsman has reached a certain level.
Even monsters will not be underestimated.
After all, many monsters were killed by 'Sword Qi'.
Therefore, the swordsmen of this period were called—
Swordsman!
The person in front of him turned out to be a swordsman? !
Mrs. He thought in amazement, but the person who swung the sword on the opposite side sneered again.
"What? Surprised?"
"You think I'll be one of those fish-like characters?"
"Or… "
"You think you can avoid my second sword!"
The moment the leader holding the sword kicked the ground, he rushed towards Mrs. He like an arrow.
He Taiji shot out pieces of talisman paper, trying to stop the opponent.
But it didn't work at all.
The coercion created by the sword and the gust of wind caused the talisman paper to not even have the ability to form a fire ball, so it was torn apart.
What's more, the leader with the sword is too fast.
It was faster than Mrs. He imagined.
It's almost here, Mrs. He didn't even have time to react.
Mrs. He didn't have time to react.
The old monk of Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, was quick to respond.
puff!
In the familiar collision, the old monk of Tongshou Temple knocked Mrs. He away.
And he himself was divided in two.
Blood scattered.
The heat spattered Mrs. He's face.
Mrs. He froze in place.
"Big, master?"
The wandering Onmyoji stammered.
The leader with the sword was taken aback.
Then, a surprise and sneer appeared on his face.
"It really is a fool!"
"In order to save people, set yourself up!"
"However, the so-called Master Tongshou Temple is really weak."
"It is rumored that an inheritor named Jason was also found. You are so weak, that person named Jason is probably not as good as a waste, is it a piece of garbage?"
The leader with the sword flicked his wrist.
The blood on the blade fell directly to the ground, revealing a clean and clean blade.
Then, aiming at the wandering onmyoji is a straight stab.
The point of the sword was aimed at the stray Onmyoji's throat.
As before, fast and ruthless.
The wandering onmyoji couldn't hide at all.
Seeing the blade getting closer and closer, the wandering Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a stack of talisman papers appeared in his hand again. Even if he was going to die, he had to make the opponent suffer considerable damage.
With such awareness, the wandering onmyoji waited for the moment when his throat was pierced.
The opponent's sword is too strong!
So strong, he can only wait for the moment when his throat is penetrated before he can succeed!
near!
The blade is getting closer!
The wandering onmyoji squeezed the talisman paper tightly!
Just when his throat felt tingling, the wandering onmyoji raised his hand and was about to shoot out the talisman.
However, the opponent's blade is faster.
The straight stabbing blade turned into an oblique cut.
After being cut by the blade in the air, there was a hissing sound.
On the right wrist of the wandering onmyoji, a bloodstain suddenly appeared.
The blade hasn't arrived yet.
The coercion has injured the wandering Onmyoji.
What's more, with such an injury, the wandering onmyoji's raised hand couldn't help but pause.
It's over!
Can't I even hurt the other party
Despair rose in the heart of the wandering onmyoji.
The leader holding the sword looked at the despair of the wandering onmyoji, and let out that sarcastic laugh again.
"Oh, ridiculous."
"Will I be hurt by ants?"
"go to hell!"
In the sneering sneer, there was a ferocious killing intent.
The leader holding the sword moved faster.
The other party had already planned to cut off Tai Tai's wrist after cutting off Tai Tai's wrist.
owl head
No, no no.
Such a way of death is really too cheap for Mrs. He.
What the other party wanted was howling!
Howling in agony!
Only then can he and his blade be happy.
The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the scripture room began to run out.
Although the strength of the opponent has been estimated, the strength shown by the opponent is stronger than imagined.
no!
It's too slow to run like this!
must…
The old monk of Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and a faint golden light glowed all over his body.
Roar!
A deep roar rose from his body.
But, the next moment, it stopped abruptly.
Because, one hand holds the blade.
When the blade was about to touch He Tai's wrist, a broad palm grabbed the blade.
laugh!
In the sound of metal cutting, sparks splashed everywhere.
The strong wind stopped, as if hitting a mountain.
Sharp, dull, as if diving into a rock.
The leader with the sword was startled.
It was completely subconscious to draw the sword.
However, the blade grasped by the thug seemed to have taken root and remained motionless.
Not only that, but a greater force came from that palm instead.
It seemed that the blade was about to leave him.
The leader holding the sword holds the hilt tightly.
"Let me go!"
The other party roared, and while using his arms hard, he raised his foot and kicked the owner of this palm.
boom!
The raised foot was blocked.
The soles of the two sides collided.
The leader holding the sword felt as if he was kicking on a pillar poured out of steel. Not to mention the pain in the soles of his feet, the opponent's soles also kicked along.
This time, the leader holding the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.
He didn't dare to take this kick hard.
Whoosh!
With one foot on the ground, the leader holding the sword quickly stepped back four or five meters.
When the distance was widened, he could see clearly the person who blocked his sword just now.
Tall, strong, and rough-looking.
Especially that kind of height and strength, people can't help but subconsciously doubt whether the other party is of human blood.
"Who are you?"
The leader who had lost his sword put away his previous disdain and became cautious.
"Jason."
With such an answer, Jason, who had just returned, took a step forward, and walked out of the shadows, bathed in the moonlight.
Under the bright moonlight, Jason picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it.
Sharp and bright.
Should be a sharp weapon.
However, compared to the long sword in his hand, he cared more about the other sword on the opponent's waist.
The breath of 'food'!
Although it was not clear, as if it was covered by something, Jason could still smell it.
Turning the hilt upside down, Jason threw the long knife in Hui Lijing's hand aside.
The female detective caught the sharp knife and began to retreat carefully.
"Jason?"
After hearing Jason's answer, the leader looked at Jason carefully again.
Especially Jason's palm.
No blood flowed out.
Not even any scratches.
All that is left is the intact skin.
"Diamond body?"
The leader spoke.
Jason didn't answer.
He didn't have the habit of answering the enemy. Similarly, this arrogant leader would not really listen to other people's answers. Just after the voice fell, he started talking to himself.
"fair enough."
"With a sacrifice like you."
"My sword will definitely be able to improve to a higher level."
While talking to himself, the opponent's right hand held another sword.
The moment he held another sword.
The opponent's body began to shake.
Shaking as if drunk.
Shaking as if sleepy.
Stab, stab.
Roads of tiny red lightning appeared on the hilt of the sword.
The sword has not been drawn yet.
A forceful aura has already emanated.
Where the sword-wielder stood, tiny, cracked marks began to appear on the bluestone ground.
"Demon, magic knife!"
"This is a magic knife!"
"Don't let him draw the knife!"
"That's a magic knife!"
The belated Mrs. He shouted loudly, her face pale and solemn like never before.
This wandering onmyoji never imagined that he would encounter a magic knife here.
Each of these so-called 'magic knives' blades was a so-called famous knives in their predecessors, but due to a coincidence, they formed monster-like existences, neither alive nor dead.
There is only killing!
It's just the absorption of life!
Just a thirst for blood!
Everyone who holds a magic knife will be corrupted by the magic knife.
In the end, they all became murderers without sanity.
But in the same way, the magic knife will bring exaggerated power.
It is a shortcut to gain power.
Normally, people can say no.
But in special cases, it is very difficult for people to say no.
After all, no one can guarantee that you will encounter something that requires the power of the magic knife.
And once it starts, it can't end.
It's like an illusion created by a mandala.
In illusion, it is happiness.
In reality, it is cruel.
But no matter what, the person holding the magic knife will definitely be extremely powerful.
That's for sure.
Therefore, wandering onmyojis are very nervous.
However, Jason was indifferent.
The female detective standing outside the hall was not in a hurry either.
The old monk of Tongshou Temple standing in the main hall also had a calm face.
The female detective and the old monk of Tongshou Temple believed in Jason.
Jason
The strength of the other party can be judged by the richness of the 'food' taste.
He can handle it.
And, with ease.
Therefore, Jason is not in a hurry.
Of course, more importantly, his attention was on the voyeurs around him.
That's right!
Apart from this wave of people, there are still peepers around Tongshou Temple!
Undoubtedly, the flag with the word 'Wei' is more attractive than imagined.
The sword-wielder clearly sensed Jason's distraction, and the opponent, who was still brewing, suddenly burst into anger.
He drew his sword.
Clang!
The blade was unsheathed, and the vibrato continued.
Just like, the wind sings.
The sword bearer whispered—
"Listen, kamikaze chant softly!"