He Tai's roar echoed through the small temple.

More than a dozen people who suddenly appeared showed disdain, held weapons, and began to approach.

The old monk of Tong Shou Temple in the scripture room sighed slightly, manipulating another stand-in to prepare to block the knife for He Tai.

The old monk of Tong Shou Temple still can't figure out the ins and outs of the document matter.

But this one in the lead.

No!

It should be accurate to say that one of the two knives on the leader's waist is a knife he knows.

Even from a distance of tens of meters, he felt the breath above.

Gloomy, manic.

It smells of blood.

Magic Knife!

The old monk of Tong Shou Temple is very sure.

I just don't know which magic knife it will be.

The old monk thought in his heart, manipulating another doppelganger to look at the field.

"Kill him."

The leader said casually, his left hand resting on the two long knives so casually, the contempt in his eyes was almost like substance.

It seems that Mrs. He is not worth mentioning.

In fact, Mrs. He's performance is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

After a few moments of surrounding, the dozen or so men collapsed.

Fireballs one after another.

Every one of them smashed these people.

But Mrs. He himself was dexterous, and his body was lightly interspersed among these attackers, easily avoiding the passage of these people.

After about two minutes, all the people who rushed up were down.

They were all scorched, their eyes rolled and they lost consciousness.

None of them lost their breath, though.

All are alive.

"Oh, that's rubbish."

The frivolous-eyed young man in the lead sneered.

His gaze first swept over the people on the ground, and then fell on Mrs. He.

That means for a reason.

That is, it is saying that those who fall to the ground are waste.

is also saying that Mrs. He, who has obviously won the victory, but is soft-hearted, is a waste.

Call!

Mrs. He didn't refute the other party, but just took a deep breath.

Everyone has their own rules of conduct.

He is no exception.

If you can, you don't kill.

Although doing so will make him feel constrained in doing things, it will make him feel that he is still a human being, not an unscrupulous machine to accomplish an end.

Maybe I'm not a good person, but I still want to be one.

With this belief, Mrs. He worked hard to revive the family.

He doesn't change his beliefs because of someone's words.

Not before.

Not now.

Later......

Nor will it!

"Get out."

Exhaled, Mrs. He's eyes were even more determined and focused than before.

The rune paper in his hand shot out like an arrow, and with a muffled thudding sound, it turned into a cloud of flames in the air, encircling the leader.

Flames rise.

The scorching heat is pervasive.

The figure of the leader disappeared into the flames in an instant.

However, Mrs. He did not relax at all.

When the flames enveloped the leader, a bad feeling rose in Mrs. He's heart.

As an onmyoji, He Tai was born with an extraordinary perception.

And the battle the day after tomorrow allowed Mrs. He to accumulate a lot of experience.

Therefore, when a bad feeling rose in He Tai's heart, the wandering onmyoji flashed to the side.

Call!

The wind is howling.

Just as Mrs. He had just finished dodging, a gust of wind blew.

The fire was extinguished in an instant under the strong wind, and a sharp air flow passed by He Tai.

Mrs. He was not exposed to this current.

However, the sharp feeling made his skin tingle.

The canopy draped over his body was even more shattered.

Blood was pouring and pain was spreading from his left arm.

Kogata didn't pay any attention to this, he lowered his head and looked at the ground of the temple courtyard.

On the hard bluestone floor, a finger's wide gap passed past He Tai and spread to the front of the steps in front of the main hall of Tongshou Temple.

"Sword, sword qi?!"

Mrs. He's face changed, and she exclaimed in surprise.

Swordsman is the easiest choice to enter the inner world from this world.

But only to enter.

Such an entry is mostly just a representation of cannon fodder.

If you want to gain a firm foothold in the true sense, you must at least have a trick that you can handle.

And 'sword qi' is a sign.

Being able to wield sword qi means that the swordsman has reached a considerable level.

Even demons are not to be underestimated.

After all, many demons were slashed by 'sword qi'.

Therefore, the swordsman of this period is called-

Jianhao!

The person in front of him turned out to be a sword hero?!

Mrs. He thought in disbelief, and the person who swung a sword on the other side sneered again.

"What? Surprised? ”

"You think I'm going to be one of those miscellaneous people?"

"Or ......"

"You think you'll be able to dodge my second sword!"

The leader of the sword just kicked the ground with the soles of his feet and rushed towards He Tai like an arrow at the moment when the words fell.

He Tai shot out a piece of rune paper, trying to stop the other party.

But it doesn't work at all.

The coercion formed by the sword momentum, and the violent wind brought by it, made the rune paper not even have the ability to form a fire ball, and it was torn apart.

What's more, the sword-wielding leader is too fast.

It's faster than Mrs. He imagined.

It was almost there, and He Tai didn't even have time to react.

Mrs. He didn't have time to react.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, reacted.

Burst!

In the familiar collision, the old monk of Tong Shouji Temple crashed into He Tai.

And he himself was split in two.

Blood drifted away.

Hot splashed Mrs. He's face.

Mrs. He froze in place.

"Great, master?"

The wandering Onmyoji stammered.

The sword-wielding leader was stunned.

Then, surprise and sneers appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, it's a fool!"

"Put yourself on to save people!"

"However, the so-called Master Tong Shouji is really weak."

"It is rumored that I also found an inheritor named Jason, you are so weak, that one called Jason is probably not as good as a waste, that is, a garbage or something, right?"

The sword-wielding leader flicked his wrist.

The blood on the blade fell directly to the ground, revealing a blade as smooth as new.

Then, aiming at the wandering onmyoji is a straight stab.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the throat of the wandering onmyoji.

As before, fast and accurate.

The wandering Onmyoji can't hide at all.

Looking at the sword blade that was getting closer and closer, the wandering onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a stack of rune paper appeared in his hand again, even if he was going to die, he had to make the other party suffer considerable damage.

With such an awareness, the wandering onmyoji waited for the moment when his throat was penetrated.

The opponent's sword is too strong!

It's so strong that he can only wait for the moment when his throat is penetrated before he can succeed!

It's close!

The blade is getting closer!

The wandering Onmyoji clenched the rune paper!

Just when his throat felt a tingling pain, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand and was about to shoot out the rune paper.

However, the opponent's blade is faster.

The blade that stabbed straight out turned into an oblique slash.

The air was slashed by the blade and sneered.

On the wrist of the wandering onmyoji's right hand, a blood mark suddenly appeared.

The blade has not yet arrived.

The coercion has already injured the wandering Onmyoji.

What's more, with such an injury, the Wandering Onmyoji raised his hand with an irrepressible beating.

Finished!

Can't I even hurt the other person?

Despair rose in the heart of the wandering Onmyoji.

The sword-wielding leader looked at the wandering onmyoji's despair and let out that sarcastic laugh again.

"Oh, ridiculous."

"Am I going to be hurt by ants?"

"Die!"

There was more murderous intent in the sarcastic sneer.

The sword-wielding leader is faster.

The other party has already planned to cut off Mrs. He's wrist and break Mrs. He's waist by the trend.

Owl heads?

No, no, no.

That way of dying is too cheap He Tai.

What the other party wants is to wail!

A wail of pain!

Only then can he and his blade be pleased.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the scripture room began to run out.

Although the strength of the other party has been estimated, the strength shown by the other party is stronger than imagined.

No way!

It's too slow to run like this!

Must ......

The old monk of Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and his whole body was glowing with a faint golden light.

Roar!

A low roar rose from above him.

But, the next moment, it came to an abrupt end.

For one hand grasped the blade.

When the blade was about to touch He Tai's wrist, a broad palm grasped the blade.

Laugh at!

Like the sound of metal cutting, sparks splashed everywhere.

The wind stopped, as if it had hit a mountain.

Sharp, sluggish, as if diving into a rock.

The sword-wielding leader was startled.

It's completely subconscious to draw the sword.

However, the blade that was grabbed by the thug seemed to have taken root, and it didn't move.

Not only that, but an even greater force came from the palm of that hand.

It was as if the blade was about to leave him.

The leader of the sword holds the hilt tightly.

"Let me go!"

The other party roared, and while exerting his arms hard, he raised his foot and kicked at the owner of this palm.

Bang!

Raised feet, blocked.

The soles of the feet collide.

The leader of the sword felt as if he had stepped on a pillar poured out of steel, and the soles of his feet were painful, and the soles of his feet were still kicking in the foot.

This time, the leader with the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.

He didn't dare to take this kick.

Sou!

With one foot on the ground, the sword-wielding leader quickly retreated four or five meters away.

It was only when the distance was pulled away that he could see clearly the man who had just stopped his sword.

Tall, strong, rugged and mighty.

Especially the height and strength of the person, people can't help but subconsciously wonder if the other party is human blood.

"Who are you?"

The sword-wielding leader, who had lost his sword, put away his previous disdain, and he became cautious.

"Jason."

With such an answer, Jason, who had just returned, stepped forward, and the whole person stepped out of the shadows and bathed in the moonlight.

In the bright moonlight, Jason picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it.

Sharp, bright.

It should be a sharp weapon.

However, compared to the long sword in his hand, he was more concerned about the other sword on the other party's waist.

The smell of 'food'!

It wasn't clear, it seemed to be obscured by something, but Jason could still smell it.

Reversing the hilt, Jason threw the long knife in his hand into Hui Lijing's hand.

The female detective grabbed the blade and began to retreat cautiously.

"Jason?"

After hearing Jason's answer, the leader looked at Jason carefully.

Especially Jason's palm.

No blood came out.

Even, there are no scratches.

All that's there is is skin that is intact.

"Vajra Body?"

The leader spoke.

Jason didn't answer.

He was not in the habit of answering his enemies, and likewise this arrogant leader would not really listen to the answers of others, and as soon as the words had fallen, he began to talk to himself.

"That's fine."

"With a sacrifice like yours."

"My sword will definitely be able to go to the next level."

As he muttered to himself, the other party's right hand held another sword.

At the moment when he grasped the other sword.

The other person's body began to shake.

It shook as if I was drunk.

It shook like sleepiness.

Thorn, sting.

Subtle red lightning bolts appeared on the hilt of the sword.

The sword has not yet been drawn.

A compelling momentum has already emanated.

Where the sword-wielder stood, subtle, cracked marks began to appear on the bluestone floor.

"Devil, magic knife!"

"It's a magic knife!"

"Don't let him draw his sword!"

"That's the magic knife!"

He Tai, who realized it later, shouted loudly, his face was unprecedentedly pale and dignified.

This wandering onmyoji never imagined that he would encounter a magic knife here.

Each of these blades, known as the 'magic knife', was a so-called famous sword, but due to coincidence, it formed a monster-like existence, and it was neither born nor dead.

All that's there is is killing!

It's just a sucking of life!

Just a thirst for blood!

Everyone who wields a magic knife will be corrupted by the magic knife.

Eventually, they all became sane murderers.

But in the same way, the magic knife will bring exaggerated power.

It's a shortcut to power.

Under normal circumstances, people can refuse.

But in exceptional circumstances, it is difficult for people to refuse.

After all, no one can guarantee what you will encounter with the power of the magic knife.

And once you start, you can't end it.

It's like a fantasy made by a mandala.

In the unreal, it is happiness.

In reality, it's cruel.

But no matter what, the one who holds the magic knife will definitely be extremely powerful.

That's for sure.

Therefore, the wandering Onmyoji is very nervous.

However, Jason was indifferent.

The female detective standing outside the main hall was also unhurried.

The old monk of Tong Shou Temple, who was standing in the main hall, also had a calm face.

The female detective and the old monk of Tong Shouji Temple are believing in Jason.

Jason?

The strength of the flavor of the 'food' is judged by how powerful the other party is.

He can deal with it.

And, with ease.

Therefore, Jason is not in a hurry.

Of course, more importantly, his attention is on the peeps around him.

That's right!

In addition to this wave of people, there are also peepers around Tongshou Temple!

There is no doubt that the 'fear' flag is even more attractive than imagined.

The sword-wielder clearly felt Jason's distraction, and the anger of the other party, who was still brewing, suddenly gushed out.

He drew his sword.

Boom!

The blade of the sword is unsheathed, and the trills continue.

It's like, the wind groans.

The sword-wielder muttered in a low voice—

"Listen, kamikaze whispering!"