I have to say that for Qiao Xi, most of the swords of Honmaru have a curious attitude.

- This can be summed up in the sentence "You managed to get my attention"?

【Fog ......】

Cough......

Qiao Xi turned his head to meet several pairs of big bright eyes, and immediately emmmed......

- Hey, you're afraid you've completely forgotten that this is a mission on the battlefield.

I thought so, but in fact, Qiao Xi groaned slightly, and still seriously satisfied the curiosity of these swords:

"Well, if I have to say it, the most important thing on the battlefield is probably that those ghosts with miserable deaths are a little uncomfortable."

"Eh, eh, ???"

"Ghost, ghost?!!"

The sudden increase in voice accurately conveyed the shock of the sword men.

Qiao Xi blinked:

"Of course. Now, as the god of mourning, should you be ......?"

He hesitated, his gaze swept over the swords, and the suspicion in his gaze made it clear what he had not finished talking about.

Mustache chuckled:

"Ghosts? I'm really looking forward to it. ”

"That's right. The blade that has slain youkai and is called 'Oni Cut' has no problem slaying ghosts. ”

On the battlefield full of flames, a group of swords witnessed the delicate young man with long light golden hair and the handsome young man with short milky white hair looked at each other and smiled.

- Wait!

"-Ahh The battlefield has moved this way, hey! ”

Taro Jidao suddenly covered his face, and a snort interrupted the two of them looking at each other with inexplicable meaning.

Qiao Xi subconsciously reached out to the back of his waist and wanted to touch the fan to hide his face - and then touched the emptiness, only to remember that he had changed his clothes, and the fan was not inserted in his belt.

He paused, raised his hand and scratched his cheek very naturally, looked away slightly, coughed and changed the subject: "...... Then let's start investigating the 'historical revisionists', it's been a ......"

Before he finished his sentence, he felt that the spell he had left on Yamato Shou Stable was touched, he paused, and raised his eyebrows: "Let's go." There seems to be a situation in Yamato Shoujun. ”

As he spoke, he deftly led the way through the bushes in front.

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This is the first time that Qiao Xi has met the so-called "historical revisionists" in the legend.

If I had to say, they didn't have any special feeling in their breath - at least compared to the men of the Fallen Swords who were full of yin energy, they didn't look as good as the swords who had the capital to play the role of villains.

- Or even that the first time Qiao Xi saw the sword man, he encountered those who were more like villains than these historical revisionists.

As for the appearance - and the sword here

Men are really ordinary compared to them, and they can't be more ordinary.

- Although everyone belongs to the same sword, pay the god of mourning.

When Qiao Xi passed, Yamato Shou was confronting those people with other swords, and when he saw Qiao Xi coming, Yamato Shou was a little surprised, and nodded at Qiao Xi and shouted, "Lord God Inquisitor." ”

On the other hand, the revisionists on the other side were a little shocked.

"What's going on? Encountering two teams of Inquisitors at the same time? ”

Qiao Xi glanced sideways at the young man who was speaking, and denied his guess with a smile: "That's not the case." ”

The two sides didn't mean to meet each other immediately for a while, the young man looked at the captain who was at the head, hesitated for a moment, and still couldn't help but ask curiously: "That's not the case...... What's going on? Generally speaking, you will rarely be encountered in this place, and only beginners will come here to practice...... By the way, are you their inquisitor? ”

- So young man, have you consciously put yourself in the position of "being trained"?

The young man said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face looked obvious malice: "These swords of yours really don't look simple. ”

Of course, Qiao Xi understood the meaning of his words - as "historical revisionists" who often dealt with the government of the time, they also had some organizations, otherwise they would not have been able to fight against such an official organization as a behemoth like the government of the time for so long.

Therefore, Qiao Xi was not surprised that the other party could see that Yamato was wrong with them.

So the young man saw Qiao Xi's face without changing slightly, and said with a smile without a little aggression: "Oh, does Your Excellency mean that they are all Fallen Swords?" ”

“……”

The young man was a little dumbfounded by his reaction.

After a pause of three seconds, he couldn't help but look Qiao Xi up and down carefully, and his face gradually showed some amazement.

"things...... No, I've been doing this for so long, and it's the first time I've seen such a weak inquisitor dare to appear on the battlefield in person. ”

He sighed twice and expressed his admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Qiao Xi: "......"

A group of swords: "......"

A group of historical revisionists: "......"

The atmosphere descended into an eerie awkwardness.

- They're antagonists, right? Isn't it wrong to stand so nagging?

The leader of the other party finally felt inappropriate at this moment, turned his head and glared at the young man who spoke, and the young man raised his hand to make a zipper movement on his mouth to indicate that he would shut up.

The leader young man was silent for a moment, met Qiao Xi's gaze, and after a long time, he threw down a sentence dryly: "Fight!" Then he decisively pulled out the knife and made a starting pose.

I have to say that Qiao Xi was surprised by the other party's polite behavior of saying hello before fighting for a few seconds, and then took out the flute and waved his hand very cooperatively: "Then, on!" ”

A bunch of swords rushed up without the spirit of a samurai.

Not to mention how ferocious Qiao Xi, as an old monster, is serious, let's just say that the number of people on their side is almost twice that of the opposite side, and the result is simply doomed.

Collecting the bundles of people tied up on the opposite side, Qiao Xi touched his chin and groaned in place.

Tsurumaru circled around these people, a little interested.

- Even if it's not the first time they've gone into battle, it's the first time they've encountered such an enemy.

These enemies give Tsurumaru a very special feeling.

— as if the historical revisionists they had met before were all cookie-cutter copies, and the people in front of them were living samples.

While this thought appeared in his mind, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyes couldn't help but darken slightly.

- These sword men are really just copies.

It's really unpleasant to think about it.