A woman dressed as a shrine maiden walked slowly.

The steps are like graceful dancing.

If the charm of the witch Molica lies in the sex appeal but with a trace of pure and lovely charm, then the witch in front of her is full of a kind of bewitchment, just the flowing eyes, as if it can take away the hearts of others, making people lose consciousness and indulge in self-extrication.

Some people are born with impulsive beauty, and in ancient times, it was easy to become a disaster for the country and the people.

Although her shrine maiden costume looks classic and conservative, it still can't hide this sense of charm from the inside out.

Her waist-length long black hair was draped behind him, and she looked unusually beautiful in the dim light.

And underneath this beauty, there is a dark power that is even stronger than that of Bishamen, who wears a cursed weapon, as if she herself is the embodiment of darkness.

Like death, darkness is an almost ineradicate fear in the depths of the human psyche, and this shrine maiden maintains this paradoxical combination that fascinates and frightens the heart.

The shrine maiden stopped, keeping a few feet away from the crowd, her fingers arcing across her chest, and a dark brown wooden staff was pulled out of the fan, and the original fan blades became a string of zigzag white strips of cloth, which turned out to be a Shinto imperial coin used to worship gods and exorcise demons.

"Now it's hard to find someone as young as you who has deep Buddha power." The shrine maiden Sakura's lips opened slightly, and there was an irresistible power in her delicate tone, "Give it to me." ”

The tall man holding the giant sword was unmoved, and his other hand was in front of him, staring at each other with cold eyes.

"Donavon ......," said little Lori in Kashia's arms.

Hearing Little Lori's voice, the cold face of the man known as Donavon melted, revealing a gentle smile, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, "Wait for me for a moment, Anita." ”

After receiving the response, little Lori Anita fell silent again, and there was no fluctuation in her hollow eyes.

"Your name is Anita? That's a pretty good name. Kashia looked down, but there was no reaction except a slight bow to indicate that the other party had heard her question, which made her feel like she was holding a puppet.

Then she looked at the damaged doll on the ground, thought about it, picked it up, and shoved the doll's head back into Anita.

Click, head to the ground.

Anita didn't say anything, just hugged the headless ragdoll tighter.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Kashia's face.

On the other side, Donavin stared at the beautiful shrine maiden in front of him, his knife-like face became serious, and he moved his fingers a few times, and raised the giant sword in his hand diagonally.

The wide blade of the sword, as smooth as a mirror, reflected the few people present, the arc of the blade had a sharp tooth opening on the side, which looked like a demon's mouth, and a crescent-shaped carved mark seemed to mock the opponent's smiling eyes.

"Look what I saw, a magic sword. It's really interesting that a Buddhist disciple would use such a weapon. The shrine maiden covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she was ready to continue to distract Donavin with words.

"In my hands, Direk will stain all evil blood!" As he spoke, Donavon's right eye was filled with golden light, and the demonic sword named Direk in his hand slashed towards the other party, without any thought of pity, he had already killed countless monsters with this sword.

"Shh......h

The next moment, the array came to Donavon's feet.

Donavin subconsciously jumped up, but saw a black wind winding up in the array, and his whole person became sluggish as if he had started slow motion.

Then, a spell-like thing streaked through the air and crashed into Donavon's body.

It didn't hurt, but the instinctive uneasiness made Donavon feel bad in his heart.

Sure enough, it was only a slowdown in his movements, but he still maintained the movement of the long jump, but after the spell entered his body, he fell to the ground as if he had suddenly carried a heavy load.

Standing in the center of the array, the more Donavin tried to get up, the more he kicked towards the ground.

It's like the body is going to do everything it wants to do in reverse.

The experience and habits accumulated by most warriors in battles over the years will form various reflexes, and there is no need to think carefully about each move and style.

But at this moment, this trick hits the nail on the head, making people unable to react correctly for a while and falling into chaos.

The shrine maiden obviously wouldn't let go of the flaws she had created with her own hands, and the coin in her hand swayed, and the soft strip of cloth became like a sharp blade at the moment.

Seeing that Donavin was in danger, he suddenly let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword.

It wasn't a mistake he made under this disruptive spell, but it was intentional.

Swish!

The shadow of the sword turned into a streamer, and then reversed and hovered in front of Donavon who was half-kneeling on the ground, this was the manifestation of the spirit of the magic sword to protect itself, and an eye appeared in the original seemingly decorative moon arc engraving, which shook a few times before disappearing again, but before disappearing, it seemed to have a hint of satisfaction.

Zhang Lin, who was disassembling the armor on Bishamen's body, glanced at it distractedly, and suddenly thought that his flying sword was still a little missing, and it turned out that he was missing a sword spirit.

A half-finger-long scratch appeared on the face of the shrine maiden who had stopped her attack, and red blood slowly oozed out, adding a blemish.

I saw her raise her arm, stretch out her fingers to wipe the blood off, and then roll her tongue to lick all the blood, that charming and bewitching appearance was trance, "You hurt me......"

That delicate look is almost like being bullied by bad people.

Donavin, who had escaped from the array, re-grasped the magic sword, then slammed it into the ground, and then pinched a magic seal in his hand, only to see that the large Buddha beads hanging diagonally on his upper body were all scattered, wrapped around his body in a circle and ignited orange flames.

The next moment, the Buddha bead turned into a fiery dragon and galloped towards the shrine maiden.

"Huh?"

The witch's eyes froze, and she felt from the surging heat and surging Buddha power that this blow should not be underestimated, especially since the hundreds of years of sealing made it impossible for the power in her body to be like in the past, so she didn't want to be injured by carelessness like just now.

But when she waved the imperial coin in her hand, her fair skin turned red, and a round black portal opened from behind her, only to see a huge red-haired demon roar out and swallow the fire dragon in one gulp.

In just a few breaths, the demon's body burst into flames, and it roared to vent its pain, its sharp nails tearing at its chest, and it didn't take long for it to dissipate into a cloud of black smoke.

And the Buddha beads that had exhausted their strength also fell and scattered all over the ground.

The shrine maiden sighed, as if sighing for the past.