"Huh? What are you talking about, don't you want to die? ”

Hearing the strange guy in front of him, provocative with a tongue flick that was more skilled than himself, a dozen men who were smoking under the torii gate immediately frowned, grinned and raised their chins.

"Mr. Araki-sensei......"

Seeing that the other party was outnumbered, and worried that Sosuke Araki would suffer, Kotori Yumayu ran anxiously towards the bottom of the steps.

No matter how powerful the soul slayer is, he is always just a mortal fetus.

"Miss Miko, don't be impatient...... This kind of thing should be handled by professionals. ”

Higashino Kohei raised his hand to stop him, and then walked in the direction of Sosuke Araki.

"Click".

Surrounded by more than a dozen men in the middle, Sousuke Araki unhurriedly took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, seemingly accustomed to this atmosphere.

Seeing that he was as calm as a fish in water, the men of the National Quintessence Association were a little unstable.

"Whew...... There's a small alley next to it, why don't you go there and talk? ”

Sousuke Araki tilted his head towards the alley next door and walked in first.

"Hey, you kid got into the water in his head, and he was in a hurry to die......"

Hearing his words, the dozen or so tattooed men were stunned for a moment, and they surrounded him with ill intentions and walked into the small alley where he had secretly smoked with Yutaro Kotori.

"In this world, there is still this kind of stunned young man who is not afraid of death......"

Seeing Sosuke Araki walk into the alley, Funamura smiled disdainfully: "Little bird Yusan, you better make a decision quickly, I'm afraid that my little brothers don't have a lot of sports, and it's not good to play badly......"

"You tell them to stop first, and then we'll sit down and talk about something, and if something happens to Araki-kun, you can't think of it."

With a hesitant face, Yutaro Kotori seemed to have made up his mind.

"As long as the little bird is willing to sit down and talk, then it's fine...... I believe that our national quintessence will be able to give this antique a satisfactory price. ”

Hearing him relent, Funamura walked slowly towards the entrance of the alley, as if preparing to calm the situation.

……

Ibaraki Prefecture, inside a large mansion.

"Patriarch, aunt, she is no longer good, what should I do......"

Just as Ichimon Yuto was holding a broken knife and turned to look at Abe-ji Temple, several young clansmen happened to run into the mourning hall and ask him for instructions.

Although there is a family doctor in the clan, he is naturally helpless in the face of people who have lost all the blood in his body, so he can only use a white cloth to cover his face.

"Pull off ......"

Abe Temple held two knives in his hand and asked several people to step back.

But it was too late.

One word Yumaru, moved.

Ichishu Yumaru, who is over fifty years old and has a strong body, has exploded with a speed far beyond that of the previous one-character old man.

His body was as low as an animal, almost touching the ground, and he didn't even care about the "crackling" sound of his hands and feet breaking because of it.

With the dance of the demonic red sword, the lower bodies of several clansmen erupted into a vigorous blood mist, followed by a bright fountain.

The blood in the air continued to pour into the remnant knife in Ichimon Yumaru's hand, condensing into red crystals.

Seeing this scene, Abeji no longer cared about the old man in front of him, and the "Sun Wheel" long knife with flames swirled in front of him.

Two days first-class, flame slash.

The next scene made him stunned.

Ichimon Yumaru, who was moving forward close to the ground, actually made the same posture as him, and the remnant sword swirled in front of him with a red glow, and fought hard with the same sword moves as he did later.

Although the flames of the Hinawa Sword did not erupt, the other party did use a single knife to use the Second Heaven First-class, Flame Slash.

"How is that possible...... A person possessed by this resentment can still imitate his opponent's sword moves? ”

It is common for spirits and objects to possess them, but most of the possessed people lose their ability to think and act on instinct and obsession like wild beasts.

If Ichimon Yumaru is a peerless swordsman, it is possible to use such exquisite sword skills with his body memory.

But he was only a swordsmith, and he had never practiced for two days.

Before Abeji could think about it, with the sound of bones breaking, Ichimon Yumaru in front of him lowered his body again, and circled behind him almost close to the ground in violation of human physiology.

The reddish chrysanthemum in his hand was quickly stabbed out from the bottom to the top.

Secret sword, chrysanthemum text slash.

Abeji's pupils were convulsed, chrysanthemums were tight, and his lower body was cold, and his hands and feet jumped high like cats, and his two knives were crossed in front of him.

Along with the red rays, there were sixteen dense resonances of gold and iron.

Abeji Temple in mid-air, with the strength of the opponent's sword, jumped to the side and narrowed the distance.

After landing on the ground, he stared at the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum-patterned family crest on the hilt of the opponent's sword and gasped.

It was only in the air that he could really see the other party's move.

The legendary Kikuichi Slash is a move that can exert its true power with a thin-bladed sword.

The strange red mangs seemed to be a sword, but in fact, it was aimed at the weakness of the target's lower body somewhere in a bud, and stabbed sixteen swords in a row in an instant within a very small range.

Those who hit this trick will have an extra "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" on the lower body that is as unique as the hilt of the sword, no wonder they must be crippled.

It's better to be famous than to meet, this legendary sword move is so terrifying.

The blow failed, and Ichimon Yumaru was like a broken doll, his waist leaned back ninety degrees, his limbs curled up abnormally, and he narrowed the distance towards Abe Temple like a zombie.

Blood continued to collect from his arm to the hilt of the knife from the wound on his body.

Abeji didn't wait for him to come to him, his whole body surging with spiritual power, and the [Moon Yao] in his hand swung out continuously in the air, and then plunged it into the ground.

This Kikuichi Character is the Sect, not only allows the holder to use the same sword moves as the opponent, but also adds a spicy and cruel "Kikuichi Character Slash", which is difficult to compete with with sword skills alone.

As he swung his sword, the temperature around him plummeted.

A circle of frost centered around him, spreading along the ground in all directions.

At the beginning of May, at the suburban estate in Ibaraki Prefecture, snow began to fall in the sky.

It adds a bit of desolation to the blood-stained earth.

Two days of first-class, moon return, snow.

Stepping on the frost on the ground and sticking to the falling snowflakes, Ichimon Yumaru's movements suddenly became sluggish.

"It works."

The sword enrollment effected, and Abeji's heart sank.

Spiritual power-driven frost has little effect on living beings.

This shows that Uncle Yiwen has ......

Just as he was about to repeat his old trick, he cut off Ichimon Yumaru's finger and shot down the demonic remnant knife.

Ichimon Yumaru, who was originally running towards him, suddenly turned around smartly, fell to the ground, and jumped out of the window next to him like a cat.

I just ran away.

Then, the screams of several people were heard outside.

By the time Abeji Temple rushed out of the mourning hall, there were already five or six men lying on the ground outside.

Blood flowed out of their lower bodies, ordinary wild chrysanthemums blooming.

A young and strong man was standing quietly on top of the bodies of the corpses that had been sucked into dry corpses.

Ichimon Yumaru, who was originally running away with a knife, was also lying in it.

The Ju Yi text that should be in his hands is gone.

The strange man who was the only one standing, at this time, looked at Abe Temple calmly with his hands lowered and his eyes turned white, and slowly bowed down, his qi condensed.

Obviously there is no sword in his hand, but his posture is like a peerless swordsman before drawing a sword.

Full of murderous opportunities.