The ink-colored swordsman's suit, white foot bags and pale cyan grass shoes are very ordinary in this era of abundant materials, and they are not even comparable to the woman who was knocked down in terms of material. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info but the two are like clouds and mud differences, one in the sky and the other on the ground.

Ying Luo simply stood there, and there was an invisible momentum, making everyone look at a cold sword, and their tongues were dry.

"Like, it's so similar!"

I don't know who gave the first exclamation, and then the crowd gathered around, picked up the heavy cameras in their hands and began to take pictures.

"Anyway, what's going on with the instant costume change, is the exhibition prepared in advance?"

"As long as you talk a lot of nonsense, Lord Yingluo is right in front of you, why don't you hurry up and take a few more photos!"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

As for the woman who was knocked down just now, she has long been forgotten by everyone.

"Wife" is not slow to pass the speed of anger.

Yingluo looked at Sakura and said helplessly, "The spell is quite precious, and it ...... because of these trivial things."

"It's not a trivial matter!" Sakura replied rhetorically, "The reputation of Lord Yingluo cannot be violated!"

"I don't know what I have to be so respected. Yingluo smiled bitterly.

At this time, the woman who was hit also squeezed into the crowd, and said angrily: "Okay, it's a peer, you're here to smash the field, right! But I'm not a bully, I can't be a bully, you don't let me feel better, don't think about it!"

She eats with her face, and naturally thinks that others are the same, so she is ruthless and ruthless.

But bullets can't hurt Yingluo, let alone this woman. Her hands were grabbed unsurprisingly, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Ying Luo glanced at the woman's hands, shook his head, and said, "Swordsmen don't have long nails, because they won't be able to hold the hilt of their swords. Even if you're pretending, you should be more mindful. ”

The woman's face turned pale, and she said viciously: "What are you, you deserve to teach me a lesson, let go quickly, otherwise I will call the police!"

Beautiful women always have inexplicable self-confidence.

Ying Luo let go of the other party, not wanting the woman not only to stop in moderation, but instead pulled out the long sword at her waist and slashed at her head.

Although there is no blade, it is made of metal, and if it is solid, it will inevitably break the head and bleed.

"Ahh

"Get out of the way!"

The crowd exclaimed, but Yingluo didn't care.

"That's not how the sword works!" As she spoke, everyone felt that the long sword had reached her hand: "Moreover, you are not worthy of the sword!"

Ying Luo exerted force in his hand, and he heard a crisp sound of "bang", and the long sword had been broken from it.

The scene was silent.

Whether it was the crowd of onlookers or the woman, they all opened their mouths wide.

Is this metallic, and it can be broken so easily?

"What a disappointment!" Ying Luo glanced at the woman, with a little dissatisfaction, the woman's face immediately turned pale, and the cold sweat soaked her clothes in an instant.

Although science and technology are becoming more and more developed, the quality of people is much better than that of the dark ages at the end of the Edo period.

Yingluo shook his head, bent down, and hugged Sakura in the posture of a princess: "I don't like to be looked at as a monkey, hold on to me!"

Sakura grabbed Eiroku's neck, and then felt a cloud of fog.

"Wow!"

Yingluo jumped onto the roof, rose and fell quickly, as if giving birth to wings, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"I'm not mistaken, Eiroku-sama...... Jumping on the roof all of a sudden? Hey, that's not something that ordinary people can do, is it?"

The broken sword just now may be clever in terms of material, but this jump can't be faked at all.

But no one answered him, because all of them opened their mouths wide and fell into a stupor.

found an alley where no one landed, Yingluo put down Sakura and said, "Only this once, not an example!"

Sakura's face flushed, and she nodded repeatedly.

I don't know if this girl remembers. Yingluo smiled bitterly, and then took the other party's hand: "Let's go, I don't know where I went." ”

When the two walked out of the alley, they found that the streets here were quaint and seemed to be some kind of monument. Yingluo was still confused, but Sakura suddenly realized "oh", and seemed to recognize this place.

"Lord Yingluo, follow me!"

Sakura pulled Eiro all the way to trot, turned a street corner, and suddenly opened up, in front of a huge quaint wooden door, there was a long queue.

"Is it really a monument?" Yingluo asked, "Do you want to go in?"

Sakura's eyes were full of excitement, and she waved her hands in front of her chest, "Eiroku-sama, don't you know here, here?"

"What, should I know each other?" Yingluo looked around: "I've lived in Kyoto for a while, but that's been more than a hundred years, and now it's changed so much that I can't recognize it...... Huh?"

Before he finished speaking, Yingluo let out a surprised sound.

"Hehe, I knew that Lord Yingluo would definitely be able to recognize this place, after all, this is the place where Lord Yingluo fought!"

"Yes, where I fought!" said Yingluo, reminiscingly.

It's just that those opponents who fought for life and death have long since turned to dust.

The incarnation of the Heroic Spirit has come again, which is both lucky and unfortunate.

Because the most terrible thing in the world is not the murder weapon, but the endless loneliness.

"This is the Kyoto Imperial Palace, right?"

Sakura nodded repeatedly.

Yingluo once escorted Fukuhara Echigo to Beijing and beheaded him in front of the Kyoto Imperial Palace. It was on this street that she fought with several masters of the Shinsengumi, which was thrilling.

"Now, there's your landscape ahead of you, Eiroku-sama!" Sakura said suddenly.

"My landscape? I guess somebody built me a statue or something. "Ying fell with a black line, if that's the case, it's too shameful.

"It's not a statue. Sakura pouted, "It's the 'Bloody Road'!"

"'Bloody Road'?" Yingluo was dumbfounded: "What is that?"

"That's it...... It's ......" Sakura couldn't explain for a while, so she pulled up Yingluo and ran: "Anyway, you understand when you see it!"

It was originally a tourist attraction, and the people were noisy, but I don't know when it started, but it gradually quieted down.

The ground was a faint red, dotted with dots, then more and more, denser and denser, until it formed a mark, from the street to the end of the street.

The streets are not wide, but people spontaneously walk by the wall, no one steps on the red trace, but stands aside, hands folded, eyes closed in prayer.

"It's ......"

"Well, it is recorded in the book that this is the blood stain left by you after your battle with the Shinsengumi, Eiraku-sama, and it has not been erased since people commemorated you, and it has been preserved to this day. Today, it is one of Kyoto's famous sights, and countless people come to worship and pray every day!"

"You ...... You guys are really ......" Yingluo's eyes were a little hot, she rubbed them pretending not to care, and then said with a wry smile: "That's not a big deal at all, you guys are too exaggerated." ”

"It may not seem like much to you, but I think you must be the savior of the people who suffered the Great Fire in Kyoto at the time. Sakura took Eiro's hand and rubbed it lightly against her cheek, "So, I was so happy when I heard your real name, not only because you are Eiraku-sama, but also because you are the savior I have been waiting for for a long time!"

"Please save me, Eiro-sama!" Tears dripped on Eiro's hands, and they were extremely cold.

No matter how mature he is, he is still only a seven-year-old child.

Yingluo squatted down and gently wiped away Sakura's tears: "Don't worry, I will save you." Not by the Holy Grail, but with these hands of mine, I will personally pull you out of the sea of suffering!"

The tears became more violent, but this time, there was a hint of warmth.

Although the opponent this time is not ordinary, so what?

There is no difference between slashing heroes and swordsmanship slashing mortals.

If their necks are harder, then slash them a few more times!

Yingluo's hand unconsciously stroked the mottled blood stains on the ground, but he didn't want to shout dissatisfiedly for the person next to him: "Hey, what about you, take your hand away?"

The man's words made everyone around him look at it. When they saw it, they also accused Qi Yingluo one after another and asked her to take her hand away.

Yingluo smiled bitterly in his heart: It's obviously my own blood, can't I even touch it?

But the anger of the crowd is difficult, she is not a stingy person, just wanted to take her hand away, but did not want the sudden change, the blood on the ground began to glow red, more and more prosperous, and finally wrapped Yingluo, and disappeared violently.

Not only the people around her, but even Yingluo herself was full of surprise, she clenched her fists and said incredulously: "This feeling is ......"

"This is one of your inherent skills, 'Bloody Path'!" Sakura said, "Where blood is spilled, it's a battlefield." The wider the coverage, the greater the improved capabilities. It can be used as a one-time consumption or to increase the body's various values for a long time. The most important point is ......"

"What is it?"

"There is no upper limit to the number of increases!"

"No upper limit?!"

"Yes, theoretically, if there is enough blood to spread all over the world, it would be easy for you to become a god!"

Yingluo shook his head: "I don't have that much blood to shed." ”

"That's true!" Sakura said excitedly, "but even so, this skill is very powerful." Grandpa, he didn't think that there would be such an inherent skill in the world, right?"

"My Basaka, is the strongest!"

Ying Luo curled the corners of his mouth.

Although I wonder that I am not Saber, I have to look like a Basaker if I become a Basaker.

The lower the HP, the higher the attack?

Yes, it's Basaker!