The owner of the green workshop didn't care about Saori Fushimi and the others who left, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Fushimi Yuan, whose momentum had risen sharply and was already determined to die.

"Now you can give it a go, swordsman!" said the Qingfang master in a deep voice, with a hint of restless battle intent in his words.

Fushimi Gen pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and the sword momentum in his body began to precipitate and condense, but the coercion was still rising.

The sword of the island country is the most important, such as the well-known "Juhe", which is highly condensed into a momentum of its own spirit, and instantly draws its sword to defeat the enemy, and kills with one blow.

In other words, the shot is indomitable, and it can be called its strongest sword!

The Qingfang owner did not attack in advance, and let Fushimigen store his sword momentum to the peak.

Although he is of a different race, the owner of the Qingfang admires this twilight but strong swordsman in front of him, and hopes to have a peak duel with him!

锵~~~

The sound of Qing Yue's sword rang out, and a streamer of light had already pierced the void and suddenly struck in front of the Qingfang master.

"Drink!" The Qingfang owner did not dodge or dodge, dropped the wooden fish with both hands, and slapped the afterimage of the sword light at the right time.

Syllable!

Relying on a pair of demonic fleshy palms, the owner of the Qingfang actually caught the knife that was almost difficult to catch with the naked eye.

The sword momentum condensed on the Taidao burst out, and the monk's robe on the Qingfang master's arm was torn inch by inch, and countless dense sword marks were cut out on the dark skin, and blood flew for a while.

However, even though the flesh and blood of the Qingfang Master's palm were blurred, its palm was stuck in the blade of the Taidao, and even the indomitable sword momentum was also cut off!

Click~~~

The sword couldn't withstand the collision of the two forces, and it was overwhelmed and shattered into several pieces.

"This body is made of a sword, and this body is born of a sword! Qingfang Master, take my last sword!" Fushimi Yuan did not hesitate to abandon the broken sword, and made a sword finger, and the whole person continued to stab the Qingfang master's chest as if he turned into a sharp sword.

With each step, the vitality on Fushimigen's body weakened by a point, but the sword momentum condensed between his fingers skyrocketed by a point!

By the time Fushimigen's sword finger could poke the owner of the Qingfang, his vitality had been cut off, but this last blow of the sword, wrapped in the will of the swordsman, bloomed like a meteor for a moment!

"Om Ma Ma Bang Mi Mi Woo!" The owner of the Qingfang folded his hands, his face showed a solemn solemnity, and he recited the six-character mantra in his mouth.

A golden Buddha light and cyan demonic energy interacted with the bronze bell phantom on the body of the Qingfang owner, in order to block Fushimigen's last sword, the Qingfang owner even used the Buddhist exercises he practiced when he was a monk in his lifetime.

Boom~~~

The fingers of the sword collided with the bell jar, and a dull sound erupted.

I saw that the bright sword light on the sword finger gradually became dim, and the phantom of the bronze bell continued to shake and tremble, and it was on the verge of crumbling.

Boom!

A few seconds later, the phantom of the bronze bell exploded.

Under Fushimigen's sacrificial sword, Rao is Qingfang owner used the hole cards that were easy to use, and he still couldn't completely block it.

Taking advantage of the slight obstruction of the sword finger, the Qingfang owner narrowly staggered his body and replaced the chest attacked by the sword finger with his shoulder.

Laugh at~~~

The bronze cast iron body of the Qingfang master was injured again, and a bloody hole was directly poked out by the sword light at the shoulder blade, and one arm hung softly on his waist.

"What a terrible sword!" "The Qingfang owner mobilized his demonic energy to stop the wound, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

In front of it, Fushimi Gen was no longer breathing, but he still maintained a standing posture and rushed forward with his sword pointing forward.

Click!

There was a sound of breaking wind from underground, but I saw a silver silk thread swishing out, cutting off Fushimigen's corpse.

Seeing Fushimigen's body broken in two and falling to the ground, a trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the Qingfang owner, and he stomped on the ground and roared in a low voice: "Earth spider, you dare to meddle in the battle of this seat?"

The earth and rocks turned, and a huge spider broke through the ground, and it grinned its mouthparts and spit out human words: "Qingfang master, you deliberately let those people go, how should you explain to the leader?"

"This seat acts, there is no need to explain to you! On the leader's side, this seat has its own explanation, and it is not your turn to point fingers!" The Qingfang master was injured, but his tough momentum did not diminish at all.

The earth spider was obviously a little jealous of the Qingfang owner, it slowly took a step back, and said coldly: "One day, you will die on your own arrogance!"

After speaking, the earth spider burrowed into the ground again and chased in the direction where Saori Fushimi and the others had retreated before.

After the earth spider was far away, the Qingfang owner looked down at the corpse of Fushimi Gen on the ground, and sighed lightly: "There are such powerful swordsmen in just one shrine, even if a hundred ghosts walk at night, can they really destroy all the shrines?"

Shaking his head helplessly, the owner of the green workshop gathered Fushimigen's body and placed it in the Inari Shrine.

Subsequently, the demonic power exploded, and the entire shrine collapsed under the demonic power of the Qingfang owner!

……

Saori Fushimi shot several chirping arrows with the Azusa Bow in his hand, repelling the steady stream of spiders from all directions, and opening a passage ahead.

Behind him, the shrine maidens also showed their abilities to protect the people who had taken refuge in the shrine before.

The surrounding spiders of all sizes are as dense as the tide, and just looking at them makes people's scalps tingle.

Not to mention the women who are not very interested in this creature, they are usually fierce men like bulls, and when they see this situation, they can't help but feel a little weak.

In order to take care of these people who couldn't move their legs, the speed of the team slowed down, and there were faint signs of being surrounded by spiders.

"Saori, what should I do?" asked a witch beside her, sweating profusely, as she turned to Saori Fushimi.

Fushimi Saori opened several bows without looking back, gritted his teeth and replied: "I'll try to open a passage later, and you guys will go first!"

"But ......" the shrine maiden said with a complicated expression as she heard the meaning of Saori Fushimi's words.

"These people are all believers who usually take good care of Inari Shrine, and they choose to take refuge at Inari Shrine in times of danger precisely because they trust us Inari Shrine! As shrine maidens of Inari Shrine, we have an obligation to shelter these people!" said Saori Fushimi decisively.

As the heir of Inari Shrine, a shrine maiden who grew up at Inari Shrine, some seemingly pedantic ideas have long been imprinted in Saori Fushimi's will.

She didn't want to be a martyr herself, but she was willing to be that martyr if she needed to, just as her grandfather Fushimi Genkata had done!

Taking a deep breath, Saori Fushimi's eyes were like torches, and he pulled up the Azusa bow and faced forward.

The bowstring slowly pulled away, and Saori Fushimi twisted the bowstring and turned it between her fingers.

The taut bowstring dug deep into the white, slender fingers, oozing a string of red blood.

Boom~~~

In a strong tremble, a visible wind dragon roared and swept forward.