There were two crisp clicks, and there were more cracks on the statue, and a few smaller clay shells peeled off, revealing a bit of gray-white inside, and it seemed that it was still solid. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The brass bell outside the Suyu Society rang continuously, and the waves that matched it became turbulent.

Shimane Prefecture faces the sea, and Mt. Yakumo is a mountain range that rises from the sea, but now the waves are beating more and more majestic, and the coastline is a little lower, almost submerging the foot of Mt. Yakumo.

In this way, Mt. Yaun looks like it grew out of the sea entirely.

The foot of the mountain is somewhat submerged by the sea, and the wooden foundation of the Susha is next to the sea, and the wooden foundation has sunk into the water, so people can't help but worry about whether it will be soaked and collapsed.

But we didn't have a chance to see these rotten and collapsed endings, just because there was a vast white mist at the foot of the original Su Yu Society.

The white mist came out of the water, from the submerged shrine and the statue of the god, and from the great blade of the god under the hand.

The mist swayed gently, the sea water rattled, and a sturdy figure slowly walked out.

I saw that he was about one meter nine tall, his hair was so long that he needed to be fixed by a wooden hairpin, his eyebrows were black and thick, his eyes were half-squinted, but there was a sharp white electric light flashing between the opening and closing, his nose was slightly shorter, slightly bent to his lips, adding a bit of fierceness, his lips were thick and dry, and several tiny notches on his lips were dry and cracked, and there was no blood, it was a light red muscle color, and he didn't know how long he hadn't drunk water

His clothes were as old as his hair, off-white, with large sleeves, a wide hem, and a coarse cloth belt around his waist, which accentuated his muscles.

But what really attracts the attention of others is not his appearance and clothing, but the long sword he holds under his hand and carries it at his waist.

The hilt of the long sword was an ancient gray, with a few fine traces of red embedded in the gray, like a ruby that had been crushed into powder and pulled into a thread, and like a blood stain that had not dried out, and its tail was straight open like a trident.

The length of the blade was not measurable, and the face of Gain's sword was wrapped with layers of milky white mist, covering up all the murderous and sharp aura.

Without a scabbard, we would normally carry it behind our backs, or even more elaborately, on our shoulders, but the man still slashed his right hand in front of him and hung it diagonally on his left waist, as if there was an invisible scabbard and handle there to help him.

It's not strange to do this, but if someone who is proficient in kendo sees it, they can only marvel at his dedication and hard work.

Draw the sword and slash, with the essence of the body to concentrate on the sword that has never been unsheathed, the longer it is hidden, the longer it is brewed, the more earth-shattering the slash will inevitably become.

He walked out of the submerged Suyu Society, out of the ankle-submerged seawater, and stood in a clearing near the sea, stopping for a long time.

After a few moments, his body stirred, shaking off the dust and debris all over his body.

The tips of his ears moved slightly, and he had already caught the sound of the middle-aged swordsman's shaking copper bell.

He turned half of his body, and the wooded Yakumo Mountain unfolded in front of his eyes, and the blood cloud on the top of Yakumo Mountain also appeared in front of his eyes.

"The clouds are upside down, the grass and trees are withering, the top of the eight clouds is on the top of the mountain, and the willows are crippled. Your life will end in the hands of me and my Susanoo after all! As if remembering, he muttered a few words to himself and laughed wildly.

The restrained hooked nose cast a shadow on his face, rendering his white teeth a little more brutal and ferocious.

Susanoo paused and began to walk straight towards Yakumo Mountain.

At the foot of Yakumo Mountain, guarding the small pavilion, Susanoo stopped moving forward and said in a somewhat strange tone because he hadn't spoken for too long: "It's you who woke me up?" ”

The middle-aged swordsman's lowered head was raised because of this sudden sound, he looked at the burly young man in front of him with a stunned face, and looked at the white mist long sword on the young man's waist, he was speechless.

At the beginning of shaking the copper bell, he couldn't believe that the legendary god of rage, Susanoo, would really appear, and that the Yuncong Heavenly Sword, one of the three major artifacts of the country today, would really be picked up and presented in front of his eyes.

"I won't ask the second time, wait a while, and I will come to the Yuncong Heavenly Sword to give the head!" Susanoo smiled meaninglessly, he had waited so long that he didn't care about waiting a few more moments for an excuse.

"I'm sorry Tenjin!" The middle-aged swordsman's face was almost completely into the ground, and he defended in a panic: "I am not what I said in the agreement, the sky and clouds are reversed and the grass and trees are withered before you wake up, it is really a seal master from China who rushed in, I can't stop it, so I have to wake you up!" ”

"What?!" Susanoo was shocked, "You said someone has already gone up?" Why not stop him! ”

"It's not him, it's them, a man and a woman, I really can't stop them," the middle-aged swordsman defended.

"Rubbish!" Susanoo snorted, "Where are there still powerful sealers in China today, is it Xia Longxiao, Qin Gongyue, Li Dongyan, or Ji Yongqing?" ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged swordsman looked dazed.

"What stupid! What do they look like? Tell me about it! "Susanoo's face is full of hatred, and iron is not steel!

"Yes, it's two young men, a man and a woman, the man is slightly delicate, wearing a black gown..."The middle-aged swordsman recalled for a moment, and began to describe to Susanoo the appearance of Qin Tian and Yan Ke.

"Enough!" Susanoo stopped him brutally, "Youth? What kind of thing is a young man?! When I went to China fifty years ago, the inheritance there had long been almost broken, and your so-called young man was a third-order seal master, at such an old age, how did you practice ninja and kendo? Is the selection of the mountain guards so unparticular and so arbitrary now? Yes?! ”

"Hay!" The middle-aged swordsman was powerless to refute and hung his head deeply.

Tick...

A few drops of water condensed on the middle-aged swordsman's beard, mixed with sweat from nervousness, and dripped down to the foot of Yakumo Mountain.

Susanoo was condescending, and without saying a word, he slammed the Cloud Cluster Heavenly Sword across his neck.

"I wish to open the sword for the gods, and I wish the gods triumphant!"

The middle-aged swordsman's face was full of horror, he muttered two words, put the most fragile and precious artery in his neck on the edge of the edge of the Yuncong Heavenly Sword, and shook his head.

Swish!

The bright red blood was poured into the pure white mist, and the white mist wrapped around the sword body seemed to hide a blood-drinking monster, swallowing the blood of the middle-aged swordsman to a trickle.

The original pure whiteness slowly turned into a kind of temptation. The pale red color of the people. (To be continued.) )