Night is coming.

In front of the torii gate in the world, a white-haired boy stood silently in front of the torii at this time.

He was still dressed in white, but there were many cuts in this white shirt that had been cut by swords and minions, and the skin and flesh turned out were baptized by the cold wind along with the strips of cloth.

For this battle, Yashamaru fought alone with the Eight Great Tengu at the same time.

Warm up.

In the case of being beaten, after defeating the five great youkai, the footsteps did not stop, and Yakshamaru came to the world in the best state at the moment.

Some of the blood shed along the way has been covered in mud, and more is blooming on small wildflowers on the side of the road, which looks extremely black and ugly.

In addition, the bamboo stick on his waist was seen with a lot of cuts, making him look like a wild dog that had been chased and beaten for a long time.

It's just that although his appearance at this time is a little pale, his expression is still calm, and he still gives people a very quiet feeling from the inside out.

Like snow.

He looked at the soul demon and said, "I have an appointment with Mr. Kenya. 」

Soul Demon Dream shook her head calmly and said, "But I can't let you pass. 」

Yakshamaru asked, "Why?"

The soul demon dream said, "Because the current sword brother can't win against you. 」

Yakshamaru smiled and said, "Then you can win me?"

A moment of silence ensued.

Soul Youmeng clenched his twin swords, looked at the big youkai in front of him, and said, "At least we can create some opportunities for them. 」

Yakshamaru said, "I'm never surprised by this result, I've beheaded seventy-eight humans in order to challenge the swordsman among the people. Now that my blood is hot, no one in the world can change my steps, just as no one can change the sky. 」

"Whether it is good or bad, Providence is always hard to disobey. 」

Yashamaru said as he looked at the soul demon dream who drew his twin swords in front of the torii.

"One sword can't stop me, and two swords can't stop me...... For me, as long as I kill Kamihirosawa Huiyin and Barnyard Aqiu, it's all over. 」

With that, he walked forward.

There was a thick layer of mud on the brick road in front of the torii, and he stopped when Yakshamaru's right foot had just landed on the ground and had not even left a footprint.

He only took one step, more precisely half a step.

Yakshamaru looked up and squinted in the direction of Hakurei Shrine.

Yakshamaru wears cloth shoes.

There is a small stone next to the cloth shoes.

His sophistry was full of such stones, large or small, angular or sharp, round or pebble-like.

But no matter what shape the stone is, it exudes a strong sense of injustice, and when this aura is uniform, it is as if hundreds of iron horsemen are standing in front of them.

The snow of the Eight Intentions Sword Ya had been falling for several days, and the hundreds of stones in Gensokyo were all contaminated with his sword intent.

The soul demon dream doesn't understand the formation, but it understands the sword.

These stones, in her opinion, were actually swords.

So this extremely simple girl, with her own hands, picked up these stones contaminated with the sword intent of the Budu Imperial Soul with her hands one by one.

Respectfully placed in front of him.

Soul Demon Dream clenched his hands, and the palms of his hands were full of wounds cut by the sword intent of the Budu Imperial Soul Cutting Sword, although these wounds were painful, they would never hurt this girl's heart.

Because what she cherishes is never to get up lazily every morning, then run fast with bread in her mouth, and then meet the destined Prince Charming around a corner.

This kind of arrogance in the bones, in the blood, cannot be changed, we have seen it in Jian Ya.

This is the swordsman.

The pride in his bones cannot be retreated.

"I have one hundred and two swords. 」

"Please give it a try. 」

She spread out her palms, and the hundred sword marks moved even Yashamaru, who was a great youkai.

Can't refuse.

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……

Night is coming.

In front of the torii gate in the world, the soul demon dream stopped Yashamaru's footsteps with one hundred and twenty-eight swords.

The stones in front of the torii gate resemble soldiers cloaked in mud, while the larger stones resemble ferocious beasts.

Yakshamaru looked at these stones with sword intent and suddenly took a step.

The sword intent of the strongest swordsman 1,300 years ago, under the guidance of the Soul Demon Dream Life Second Sword Stream, spontaneously formed a high wall before the enchantment with the human realm.

If it's not the strongest, if it's not a demon dream, if it's not an enchantment.

If anything goes wrong with the three. It's impossible to stop the big monster.

There is no more suitable adjective than [miracle] for the sword formation in front of you.

But where would he be afraid?

He walked silently to the first stone, and suddenly a sword appeared in the air.

Simple, slaughtering, Han Dynasty Bafang sword.

The Bafang Sword broke through the wind silently, but it did not drive the slightest sound of the wind, and it had already followed the flow of air in nature, and there was no trace to be found.

Yakshamaru's eyes lit up slightly.

This sneak attack seemed despicable, but in his eyes it was much more amazing than the other conspiracy paths, and he was shocked - there was a sword technique in this world that could perform such a realm!?

However, when it comes to strong swordsmanship, he is never weaker than anyone.

He pulled out the bamboo stick at his waist and faced the long sword, thinking to himself - if he faced the master of this sword intent, judging from the current sense of oppression, he was afraid that he was not the opponent of the other party at all.

However, the bamboo stick broke through the wind, pierced the air, and hit the long sword in this seemingly empty place.

This is the first encounter between a sword and a stick since coming to the earth.

Quiet and gentle, like rain falling on the surface of a lake, setting off waves of water, elegant and plain.

When the swords and sticks met, an extremely domineering miasma spread out from the bamboo sticks, instantly diluting the aura of these stone formations.

They met at a point, standing still, and in that space of several zhang around them, everything was still, whether it was a demon dream or a sword.

The bamboo stick is still in the air, and the picture looks particularly eerie. Then suddenly cracks appeared in the stones under his feet, and the cracks spread outward from the center until they were all broken, breaking into the tiniest powder.

There was another wound on Yashamaru's white clothes.

A miasma rose from the ground, and a black miasma propelled his body forward.

He waved the bamboo stick again, and another stone shattered under his feet, and the sword intent disappeared.

Every step was precisely stepped on the stone, and it was attacked by a wisp of sword intent.

Walking all the way, all the way in white clothes like shadows, all the way to the stone shattering array.

Why break the formation?

1,300 years ago, the green-shirted swordsman entered the sea of blood and broke it with his sword.

He was broken with a bamboo stick.

This doesn't mean that the current Yakshamaru can be compared to that swordsman.

It's just that Youmeng is too weak.

In front of the torii, the soul demon dream clenched the twin swords that were still unsheathed and did not move.

Still not moving, but it doesn't mean that she didn't make a move, but even if she did, it would be useless.

From the very beginning, she didn't expect her immature swordsmanship to be able to defeat a big monster at the same level as her master.

From the very beginning, all the demonic power was instilled into the stone formation.

However, after all, she is only a swordsman, not a teacher. There are thousands of stubborn stones, but they can't be turned into a sword.

If it's not a complete sword, it can't stop the big monster.

In front of the torii in the world, the white clothes are gradual, and the stone chips are flying.

The corners of the soul demon dream's lips overflowed with blood, and her face was slightly pale.

Yakshamaru waved the bamboo stick at will, walked leisurely, and broke away.

Step into the people!