"This knife... Name, Muramasa! Miyamoto Musashi looked at the broken Japanese sword in his hand with fascination, and said slowly.

"Demon Knife Muramasa?" Hearing Miyamoto Musashi's words, Wolverine raised his eyebrows, the name of the demon knife Muramasa can be said to be a household name, and anyone who basically knows a little about the history of Japan will know the demon knife Muramasa, this is a knife with a strong legendary color, and there are many, many legends about this knife.

"But, strange, I remember that the demon sword Muramasa has already been put in the magic museum by us?" And Spider-Man on the side, when he heard Miyamoto Musashi's words, he was a flurry and said strangely.

Spider-Man's Avengers, something will be solved, supernatural and strange events, a few years ago, they once dealt with an incident, it was in a Japanese village, a crazy murderer appeared, killed the entire village, and cut off their heads.

The avengers rushed over and subdued the man, only to find out that the culprit was the knife in the man's hand, and the man was accused by the knife, and that knife was the legendary demon knife Muramasa.

Spider-Man remembers this very well, because, but after getting that person, he once picked up the knife, but he was not mentally prepared, and he was caught by the knife at once, causing a lot of chaos, and it took a lot of effort to get it done.

In the end, after the matter was over, the demon knife Muramasa was sent by the Avengers to the Magic Museum for preservation, and the magic museum was in another dimension, and no one could take anything from it without the permission of the museum's consciousness.

Moreover, looking at the knife in Miyamoto Musashi's hand at this time. The broken knife. There is too much gap between it and Spider-Man's impression of Muramasa. In Spider-Man's impression, the demon knife Muramasa they dealt with was not so broken.

"Humph! This is the real Muramasa, and the other outcasts, the so-called Muramasa, are just inferior copies. Hearing Spider-Man's words, Miyamoto Musashi's face sank and said in disgust.

"Poof!" said. Miyamoto Musashi's other hand, clenched his fist fiercely, and hung it on his chest, Miyamoto Musashi glared, and violently spit out a large mouthful of blood mist and sprayed it on the holding high Muramasa.

And a strange thing happened, the blood mist spewed out by Miyamoto Musashi was violently contracted before it could spread, and it was absorbed by Muramasa. And after Muramasa absorbed the blood mist, the blade emitted a dazzling dark red light. Moreover, it makes people feel more clearly the pleasant feeling that comes from Muramasa.

'Whew! Miyamoto Musashi took Muramasa's hand and waved it down gently, and a fresh breeze with the smell of blood suddenly blew.

"Not good, be careful!" Wolverine's heart jumped, and he burst into a loud shout, ran towards the aircraft, and jumped violently.

"What?" At this time, Eric and the others followed the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and got on the flying machine, not long after the aircraft was raised, they heard Wolverine's voice, and everyone immediately looked at it.

"Ahh When I turned my head, I saw that Wolverine jumped up violently and blocked the front of the aircraft, and then, I saw an invisible blade, slashing at Wolverine's back, and Wolverine's back was immediately splashed with blood, and he flew out with a scream.

'Bang! Wolverine smashed heavily on the shop not far away, and the whole person was buried by rubble.

"Wolverine!!" Seeing that Wolverine was injured, Eric and the others on the aircraft immediately shouted worriedly.

"Hiss! It really hurts! Wolverine touched the wound on his back, felt the deep bone-visible wound, and was slowly healing, feeling the crisp numbness caused by the healing, as well as the feeling of pain, and couldn't help grinning.

"I'm fine!" Then, Wolverine rushed at the aircraft and gave a thumbs up to indicate that he was fine.

Then, Wolverine watched the flying machine fly completely far away before running towards Miyamoto Musashi.

"To be able to see Muramasa's attack?" And Miyamoto Musashi said with some surprise when he saw that Wolverine had blocked that invisible attack.

"Don't underestimate the instincts of the beast." Wolverine showed a wild expression, clenching his fists and sticking bone spurs between his fingers.

"Ahh Yes!!! And at this moment, in the distance, there was a sudden scream of terror.

"What?" Hearing this scream, everyone looked and saw in the distance, those people who had been protected by Spider-Man before, crying and crawling over, and behind these people, there was a monster with a neck more than one meter long, wearing a kimono, with a female face, but the mouth was split to the ear, and the mouth was full of fangs.

"Little darling, don't run, let me love you." The long-necked monster said in a very soft voice as it chased, and as he spoke, its neck stretched out violently, like a python, and tied up a person.

"Ahh Yes!!! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!! Don't..."The man was tied up and flew up, struggling violently, his legs kicking in the air, but the monster's neck, like steel, did not loosen at all, and in the man's frightened cry and begging for mercy, the monster, opened its mouth, and bit the man's head, and the man's voice begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

'Crunch! As soon as the monster's mouth was forced, it directly bit off half of the man's head, and the sound of the bones being bitten was clearly audible, and then, chewing slowly in the mouth, the people who ran away were a little faster.

"Ahh Really! Spider-Man couldn't help but have a headache when he saw the person being chased by the monster.

"You two go deal with that samurai, I'll deal with that monster..."Spider-Man said to Wolverine and Sabertooth Tiger, but just as Spider-Man wanted to save people, he raised his hand, but the spider silk hadn't shot out yet, and when he saw the next scene, his movements not only stopped.

"As the people of the Great Japanese Empire, let you be loyal to the Empire, this is the supreme honor bestowed upon you." I saw that looking at the crowd that was being chased by the monster and fled to this side, Miyamoto Musashi showed a smile and said, waving Muramasa fiercely.

'Bang bang! Then, I saw the fleeing crowd, their bodies stiffened, their heads flew up, and their headsless bodies slammed heavily on the ground because of inertia.

And because the time of being beheaded was too fast, these people's minds still had a short period of thought, their eyes swirled in the air, they saw the monster chasing them, the surprised expression on their faces, and saw Spider-Man and others in the distance, as well as Miyamoto Musashi who was wrapped in blood-red blood with a knife, and finally, saw the corpse that fell to the ground and belonged to them, the headless corpse.

In the end, the expressions on the faces of these people, fixed in confusion, doubt, horror, and so on, fell heavily to the ground.

Then, I saw countless blood-red mist flying out of these people's corpses, and as the blood mist rose, the corpses of these people shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly turned into dried corpses covered with skin and bones.

And those gathered blood qi flew towards Miyamoto Musashi, and was absorbed by Muramasa in Miyamoto Musashi's hands, and the countless blood dances surrounding Miyamoto Musashi became a little denser, and the light of Muramasa's sword body became a little stronger, and the air gradually filled with a smell of blood, Spider-Man and others could clearly smell this disgusting smell of blood from afar.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know that these people were your prey, I, I'll leave." And the long-necked female monster who had been chasing these people, seeing Miyamoto Musashi surrounded by blood dance, felt the strange and huge energy, and after coming back to her senses, she suddenly shuddered, immediately let go of her neck, and gently put the corpse she was wrapped around on the ground, and then, with her head down, her forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and she said respectfully in a trembling voice while retreating, wanting to leave this land of right and wrong quickly.

"Stop." This long-necked banshee, just a few steps back, heard Miyamoto Musashi's old voice,

"Yes, yes, my lord, what do you—what do you command?" Hearing Miyamoto Musashi's voice, the long-necked banshee's body stiffened, stopped suddenly, and asked Miyamoto Musashi tremblingly.

"You're Shikigami, right, who is your master?" Miyamoto Musashi asked.

"Tell my lord, my master is the Great Onmyoji An Pei Jingji." When the long-necked banshee heard this, she immediately replied respectfully.

And after answering, the long-necked banshee breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, its owner An Pei Jingji is from the Ampei clan, the patriarch is An Pei Qingming, and An Pei Qingming has a certain status in Japan, this terrible human being, should be able to look at An Pei Qingming's face and let it go.

"An Peijing Er, I wrote it down, if I can go back alive, I will sue him for your honor, and sue him for your loyalty to the empire." Miyamoto Musashi heard the long-necked banshee's answer, nodded, and spoke.

"Thank you, then, sir... Wait, what!? The long-necked banshee always thought in her heart that Miyamoto Musashi would let it go, and when she heard Miyamoto Musashi's words, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and replied, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly came back to her senses, noticed Miyamoto Musashi's words, and showed a look of surprise.

However, the long-necked banshee's consternation did not last long, and when he saw Miyamoto Musashi swing his sword, the long-necked banshee's neck, which was more than a meter long, was suddenly cut into several pieces.

"Why—" The long-necked banshee's head fell to the ground, rolled on the ground a few times, looked at Miyamoto Musashi with resentful eyes, and muttered in her mouth, and then there was no sound of the road.

A purple demonic aura emerged from the body of the long-necked banshee, flew towards Miyamoto Musashi, and was then 'eaten' by the demon sword Muramasa, who was not a picky eater. (To be continued......)