In a dream.

Lu Yuniang is exerting her might, using the wind and thunder gods and ghosts to incarnate into half-ghosts, calling the wind with her right hand and resisting thunder with her left hand.

In the illusory land, there is no need to worry about accidental injury, the female ghost martial artist has made up her mind to teach a lesson, and the warrior of the Japanese Kingdom who underestimates her in front of her is a wind and thunder lore as soon as she makes a move.

Gray winds turned into sharp blades, and swift pale swords of thunder rained down from the sky.

In the dream, the platform was turned upside down.

Her half-ghost form is very different from Lu Lianshan.

After all, she is a girl, and she loves beauty more.

This face was born from the heart, so that when she turned into a half-ghost, her appearance was a little less hideous, and her dark red body covered with thunder patterns could still see a girlish slender figure.

Although the cheeks also have ghost-like muscles, there are no big eyes of copper bells, and there are no Shura fangs.

Instead, there is a pair of very bewitching slender eyebrows, on the forehead, in the eyes, but there is a third eye where thunder and light converge.

Her white hair was fluttering, and on both sides of her temples, there were also four small curved red ghost horns.

Behind her was still the ribbons of the wind, and the blue-white thunder and jade drums, and behind her was a navy-blue illusory figure, connected to her back to back.

This wind body and cloud body is the housekeeping skill of the wind and thunder god.

The weapon is no longer a thunder hammer cone, the wind turns into a navy fan, and the pale thunder light gathers into an arc blade, which is a more feminine weapon.

Even if they are symbiotic with the same kind of ghosts, they can differentiate into completely different appearances and powers in different aspects and host bodies.

This evil is very ghostly and martial arts, and its miracle can also be seen.

Lu Yuniang was full of confidence.

The wind and thunder god entered the body, so that her force touched the realm of the half-step heavenly list overnight, and the expanding power naturally brought the inflated confidence.

But...

"Boom"

Wind and thunder? Godsin Combo? Knocking down a third of the platform in front of you, the ground should have been annihilated along with all the beings in it.

Just in the smoke and dust? After eating the half-ghost lore? There was still the figure with the twin swords strolling out of it.

Behind him, the shattered ground turned into layers of floating islands? It's bizarre.

But the sword-bearer walked on the ground in the cracked earth.

Ryoma Sakamoto was unscathed.

The light in his left eye has not changed, or is it what makes Lu Yuniang hate itchy? It belongs to the contempt characteristic of powerful samurai.

A worn-out cloak fluttering behind him? The Sanyan Famous Blade was held in front of the samurai in his hand, and the blade was not even unsheathed, and the short sword was inserted back into the scabbard at his waist.

This makes people very suspicious, what kind of means did he use? Hard to eat the lore of the wind and thunder.

Lu Yuniang hanging in the air? The ghost claw held the thunder sword and was about to step forward to fight, but Lu Lianshan, who was twin with the ghost spirit in his heart, suddenly opened his mouth and reminded:

"The Wind and Thunder God is trembling, and a demon that is not weaker than it is waking up? Right in front of the samurai... He is also a big ghost martial artist, and his strength is still above you! ”

"Little sister? Withdraw! ”

Lu Yuniang listened to her brother the most, and she immediately retreated a few feet back against the wind? Vigilantly looked at the samurai Ryoma in front of him.

The latter didn't care, and moved his neck? Whisper:

"By the power of demons? Dancing swords? The feeling of bullying the weak must be good, right?

Alas, back then, I was very ignorant, and like you now, I was obsessed with the power of brutality, but I neglected what really mattered.

In the following, I want to teach you a truth today, junior. ”

Ryoma's left hand held the three famous objects in his hand, and his black clothes were blown up by the wind at this moment.

During the demonic riot, the demon like the god of wind and thunder turned into a phantom and rushed out of his body, like a flame sweeping the earth, bringing up thousands of flames and ashes.

And in the ashes of the flames, a behemoth appeared behind Ryoma.

Black armor, red robe.

The cherry blossoms are dancing, and the blades of fire are fluttering.

The black and white manes danced in the hunt, and the blue and red eyes shone brightly.

It's exactly like Ryoma's posture, with his claws staggered in front of him, holding a sharp blade, but at the head of the demon that is one foot high, there is a pipe in his mouth, constantly spewing smoke...

Dogs?

Although its eyes are hideous and cold, it has a long protruding snout like a wolf, snow-white interlaced sharp teeth, and bulging, very spiritual ears, like a black and white wolf wearing armor and walking upright.

But no matter how Lu Yuniang looks at the mighty demon, she looks like a dog wagging his tail.

It really has a big tail that wags around behind it.

This action seriously damaged the majestic and heavy momentum when it appeared.

"Inujin!"

Lu Lianshan said in a serious tone to Lu Yuniang:

"The ghost creature that focuses on destroying evil and fighting, the Great Demon King between the guardian spirit and the evil ghost, like the Wind and Thunder God, is also a household name in Dongying, and the non-loyal cannot carry it.

Let's look at the relationship between the dog god and Sakamoto Ryoma, who can communicate with each other without symbiosis, shows that the dog god is not just a relationship between the use and use of ghost martial arts.

The degree to which he fits with it is far above you and the Wind and Thunder God, it is already the realm of the Great Perfection of the Way of Ghost Martial Arts, and the Dog God has become his guardian spirit...

Little sister, you have to prepare in advance for defeat. ”

"Junior!"

Sakamoto Ryoma raised his head and looked at Lu Yuniang, he said:

"Your demons and ghosts are already trembling, you have no power, but you have no fetters, just like me back then, I have entered the ghost path, but I don't know why I left.

Immersed in false power, unable to extricate yourself! Your knife lacks consciousness and is full of hesitation.

Throw in the towel! ”

In response to him, a pale thunder spear pierced rapidly, and Ryoma Sakamoto did not move.

Behind him, the dog god roared, and the sharp blade struck, and with a neat blow, the thunder spear was slashed into an arc of light and thunder flying in the sky.

"心の向かうところ、剣の指すところ!"

Ryoma closed his eyes.

Leaning forward, the three famous objects in his hands are placed horizontally at his side in the posture of drawing a knife.

"剣を抜く!"

In the low roar of Dongying language, people and ghosts are one, and the three wildernesses are out of the sheath.

An arc slash slashed wildly, bringing the screams of the Wind and Thunder God, and in that howl of fear and cowardice, the entire platform was split in two.

The battle is not over yet.

Lu Yuniang didn't intend to admit defeat, and Ryoma said that she didn't come to her senses.

She has!

She wanted to let the predecessors of this ghost martial arts show that her consciousness was no worse than that of him Sakamoto Ryoma.

This scene fell completely in Shen Qiu's eyes.

Let him bow slightly.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose.

Taking this opportunity to let Lu Yuniang better understand the extension of the power of ghost martial arts, for herself, a cheap disciple, it is something more important than winning or losing.

"Someone's coming."

Sitting on the side, Hua Qing, who closed her eyes and recuperated, spoke:

"That breath that feels familiar to me is approaching here."

"Okay."

Shen Qiu retracted his attention from the dream.

In this quiet tent, he sat on the horse by the fire, over the body of Ryoma, who had fallen on his back to the ground, and waited for the Lord to appear.

On the Flower and Bird Island outside the tent, four red-armored samurai who were wrapped in evil qi and fully armed were all around, all of them were first-class samurai of Ryoma Kingdom, and they were all powerful ghost warriors.

There are also two old onmyoji who are dressed in black and white robes and wait for high-ranking officials, holding spirit flags and copper bell magic weapons, guarding them on the left and right.

These two people are powerful spirit masters.

With a wave of his hand, he can summon an army of gods in an instant.

Even in Dongying's most orthodox onmyoji sequence, there are only a handful of people who can be stronger than them.

Guarded by this group of people, it was a little boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, with long hair tied in a bun, and holding an ink-colored sword.

But when you look again, you can see those strange eyes.

It's clear.

Like a mirror that is not stained with dust, it seems to reflect the fundamental truth of all things in the world.

"Huh?"

As he was escorted and approached the beach, the boy let out a confused nasal voice, attracting respectful inquiries from the two old onmyoji beside him.

"There!"

The little boy pointed to the seven big men outside the tent, lined up on the beach, wearing wide cloaks that concealed their figures, but whose forms were twisted and terrifying, and he said to the onmyoji beside him:

"Those seven people are all crippled souls, they should have dissipated in the heavens and the earth, and returned to the Yellow Spring, but they can exist in this world, and they are protected by strange spiritual light, so amazing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tallest fearor on the side turned his head and looked at the little boy who was being guarded by everyone.

"Well, that white-bearded old man is scolding me, he's so fierce."

The little boy suddenly shrank his head in fear.

The two old onmyoji looked at each other, although they were powerful spirit masters in Dongying, who could perceive the supernatural and manipulate the gods, but they couldn't see through the supernatural with the naked eye like this child.

This is a gift brought about by noble blood.

I can't envy it.

The six men escorted the children onwards, and when they reached the tent, they saw that the samurai guarding the Daimyo of Ryoma were all lifeless, and they were all in one piece, and they drew their swords.

The danger in front of you cannot be allowed to set foot in it.

But the little boy didn't care.

He looked into the tent and said:

"I saw the dog god draw his sword, and he was fighting against the powerful monster that was born with two faces, and the wind and thunder, and the young lady of Middle-earth was the rise of killing.

He's very kind.

It's been a long time since I've seen Ryoma-kun so happy, and the loyal Inu Samurai is probably also very happy to find a good opponent. ”

"You can stay here."

The little boy lifted the heavy ink-colored sword in his hand, and said to the six guards:

"I'm going to see him, he's waiting for me."

"No!"

The two old onmyoji immediately spoke:

"This place is a dangerous place, and people who come don't know good and evil, so they rush to go, for fear of hurting the master."

"No, it won't."

The little boy raised his head and said earnestly to the two old men:

"Ryoma-kun is wronged to find a life, I haven't seen any light, it's Ryoma-kun who guards me like a loyal dog in the dark.

But in front of me, there is light. ”

After saying this, he ignored the hindrance of the warriors of the congregation, and strode into the camp alone, armed with a long sword, and straightened his clothes.

The light dimmed a little, making the little boy's eyes blink.

In the next moment, he saw the man sitting by the fire, looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

Reflected in Shen Qiu's eyes was a half-grown child.

His physique was a little weak, but his eyes were very bright, and his strange eyebrows were made into two rounds of magata, and he was no different from the children of Middle-earth except for the first time.

The short man, with his thin body, struggled to grasp a heavy inky black knife, the length of which was taller than his entire body.

But he clung to the knife and wouldn't let go.

It seemed like a symbol.

"My name is Asuka and I don't have a surname."

Being watched by Shen Qiu, the little boy was a little nervous.

But he is very educated, every move has the demeanor of everyone, under the gaze of Hua Qing in the camp and the old monk Zhenji, the little boy untied the inky black knife at his waist and held it with both hands.

He took two steps forward and raised the knife in his hand in a dignified manner.

Say:

"This knife is the most precious thing left by my father, and my father said that it is as heavy as a country, and it is indeed heavy, and I can't use it.

It's better to give it to you, and ask you to spare Ryoma-kun and forgive him for his rudeness. ”

The child had a crisp voice and spoke rhythmically, like an ode.

Shen Qiu didn't look at the famous thing that was handed to him, his gaze kept falling on the child in front of him.

But Monk Zhenji stepped forward and carefully looked at the black knife with a graceful curve like a moon arc, focusing on the inscription on the sword.

At this glance, the old monk suddenly gasped, his eyes widened, as if he was surprised, looking at the seven or eight-year-old child in front of him.

After a few breaths, he trembled and said to Shen Qiu:

"This knife, called Sanri Moon Zongjin, is a famous item of the Dongying royal family, and it has been passed down from generation to generation."

Shen Qiu didn't seem to hear it, he looked at the little boy in front of him and asked softly:

"How do you know that Ryoma is rude to me?"

"What I saw."

Asuka grinned and said with a smile:

"My eyes can see a lot of things.

For example, Your Excellency, in my eyes, is a giant rhinoceros wearing armor, with a red body, a flying mane, and a single horn.

is galloping in the bright starry sky, the dragon and the tiger follow each other, and sprinkle a little light, illuminating the thick night, illuminating the road ahead for people who can't see the light. ”

"Hahahaha"

Shen Qiu laughed loudly, and he said:

"You kid, as soon as you open your mouth, you scold, I'm clearly a person, and what kind of mighty rhino is it."

Laugh at the smile.

But he knew that the child in front of him was right.

Daoist Ziwei once approved his life, saying that Shen Qiu's life was the first of the seven houses in the north, and he was the appearance of a wooden hedgehog.

The so-called fighting wood hedgehog is not a rampaging rhinoceros.

After laughing, Shen Qiu's expression became serious, and he said to the bird boy in front of him:

"I'm here for you.

Who you are, I don't care.

I don't really value where your blood comes from.

But I need your eyes very much, Asuka Bird, I want to kill immortals again, I want to rely on your eyes to show me the way, are you willing to help me? ”

"Yes."

The little boy saw that Shen Qiu didn't take the knife in his hand, and he was very tired of holding it himself, so he put the long knife on the ground and held it with both hands, and he didn't hesitate too much in the face of Shen Qiu's inquiry.

Like an ordinary child, he replied:

"Then I helped you, and you have to help me.

My hometown is in chaos right now, many people are dying, many people are leaving, I have seen too many disasters, I have seen too many fears, and in front of my eyes, there is nothing but darkness. ”

The boy pursed his lips and said:

"I'll help you kill the immortals, and you also have to help me dispel the darkness of my hometown, since I was born, I haven't seen cherry blossoms, my father said that it was the most beautiful scenery, I...

Would love to see it for yourself. ”

"I can't help you."

Shen Qiu said calmly:

"But there's someone who can help you."

"If you are willing to talk to me, I will introduce you to her, she will definitely like it very much, after all, my family is Qingqing, and I have wanted a younger brother who can be bullied since I was a child."