"The Zashiki boy I asked you to find, do you have any news?"

Lin Mosheng looked at Kamiyama Xing and asked.

Of course, he wouldn't expect this neon trip to directly collect the Hundred Ghosts Night Traveling Map, he still had a lot of things to deal with on Hong Kong Island.

It takes not only strength, but also time.

For example, the slippery ghost who can lead a hundred ghosts to walk at night and is known as the lord of neon ghosts is a powerful and good hidden demon.

So even Kaga, the onmyoji of the Jiuju faction, did not complete the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Diagram.

Lin Mosheng established his own power in Neon, and naturally there was part of the reason for this broken magic weapon.

Kamiyama Yuki bowed his head and said, "We've got news of Zashiki Boy, but it's ······."

He glanced up at Lin Mosheng, saw Lin Mosheng interrupting directly, and asked with a smile, "Are they all in the hands of the family?" ”

Kamiyama Yuki bowed his head again, "Yes, there are basically no wild Zashiki boys, and everything I can find is all in captivity by the big family." ”

For this result, Lin Mosheng was not much surprised.

Zashiki Boy, a demon whose strength is not strong, and can even be said to be very weak, coupled with his own lucky attributes, is simply a walking gold mine.

If a Zashiki boy can be strong enough to be independent, Lin Mosheng will have to take a detour, at least ask his girlfriend Ah Hong to sit in charge.

Lin Mosheng pondered for a moment and then said, "From Tokyo to Kyoto, which kendo school has a zashiki boy in its hands?" ”

Since you want to grab it, you naturally want to be famous.

"Shizuoka, Tengsai's family, Shinto no thought flow."

Lin Mosheng clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, it's him, go to the battle post for me, two days later, Maoshan Lin Mosheng will teach." ”

Overcast clouds obscured the moonlight, forming a hazy moon, and for a time the wind was fierce.

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[The dragon of the sword, patrol the sea!] 】

【Shangluo! The fierce dragon from China is pointing at Kyoto! 】

The press circle, which had calmed down, was rekindled by a war post by Lin Mosheng.

All the paparazzi acted like crazy, this is the source of their performance in the second half of the year, not to mention Tokyo Kendo now, even if the entire neon kendo is gathered together, it can't stop the boiling press.

They all wanted to see if it was Lin Mosheng, the dragon who crossed the river, who could cut off the monopoly of the neon kendo gate valve.

It is still a thousand-year-old kendo inheritance that still stands, allowing the strong enemy to sink into the sand.

Anyway, no matter which side wins, it's a good thing for ordinary people, and it's a good thing to watch.

In a quaint Japanese garden.

The carefully carved Zen-like ancient pine moss still can't stop the surging killing intent of the swordsmen in the courtyard.

Syllable.

Miyamoto Yan, the former generation of Shen Nian Tian, slapped the newspaper in his hand on the low table, and his thin and powerful palm had five distinct fingers, which was like five sharp swords, directly cutting off the low table.

For a time, the tea soup was poured.

However, the four old swordsmen around him were still unmoving.

One of the old monks, with white eyebrows like willows and a wrinkled bald head, glanced at Miyamoto Yan.

He understands that the other party has lost his beloved, and why shouldn't he?

Saitogawa, as the swordsman of Okuyama Nenryu, not only inherited Okuyama Nenryu's Taoist system in Tokyo, but also inherited his own Rangkokuji Temple, and now, everything will be nothing.

"Miyamoto Kenhao, meditate."

The white-eyed old monk looked at Miyamoto Yan, and his eyes under the cover of Shou Mei had the power to make people instantly peaceful.

Miyamoto Yan took a deep breath, even though there was an angry lion roaring in his chest now, he still needed to have respect for the presiding officer of the Rangkoku Temple.

The other party is a Wutai mage known as 'three days of demon subjugation'.

He looked around and said seriously, "The other party is leaving Tokyo, we can't let him leave alive, otherwise Tokyo Kendo won't be able to raise his head for twenty years!" ”

Kenhao, who was sitting opposite Miyamoto Yan, hesitated for a moment and said, "Fujikawa Kazuya told us not to act rashly, he will deal with this matter······"

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Miyamoto Yan, "That waste who became a shrinking turtle without his grandfather?!" ”

His gray hair stood on end, "Solved? He can't even invite the big sword hero, how to solve it, do you really want to see this Chinese sweep through Tokyo, and then sink into the sand in Kyoto, you are willing? ”

He sneered twice, "I'm afraid that by then, our Tokyo Gym won't have to be opened anymore, everyone is closed, it's better to go to Kyoto to apprentice!" ”

Whether Lin Mosheng won or lost in Kyoto, it was not an outcome that they could accept.

Sitting on his left, the old swordsman Momoi Hao of the Mirror Heart Wise Flow frowned slightly, "Miyamoto, you don't need to provoke everyone, since everyone has been summoned over, they are naturally conscious." ”

Miyamoto Yan glanced at everyone again, and saw that everyone had acquiesced to this sentence.

He slapped his palm his thigh, "We can't let him get out of Tokyo alive!" ”

Everyone understands what this means, this is the rhythm of the siege.

Although they are all swordsmen, they are already old, even if the sword skills are more exquisite than when they were young, they can't stop the ravages of the years after all, so they let the kendo hall be inherited by their disciples.

And now that their cherished disciple has been stripped of his kendo heart, or even died, of course they have no scruples.

One-on-one may not be sure at all, but many-to-one, even if the killing game is arranged in advance, even if it is a big sword, he has to be buried with him!

Momoi Hao glanced at Miyamoto seriously, and then asked, "But then I'm afraid my reputation for Tokyo kendo ······"

Miyamoto Yan sneered, "He's just missing, but not necessarily dead." ”

Although this is a cover-up, everyone nodded slightly, which is a good solution.

Momoi said solemnly, "But those reporters need to be dealt with, if the news leaks out, it will be a disaster for our kendo inheritance." ”

"There's no news going to get out."

The Wutai mage, known as the 'Three Days of Demon Suppression', sighed, and then said, "I will open the path of divine concealment, the battlefield will not be in the Yang World, even if he defeats us, he will definitely not be able to escape the siege of demons under serious injury!" ”

Momoi glanced at the five mages, and he finally understood why the five masters were involved in this operation.

Miyamoto Yan continued, "I also contacted the Floating Lotus Gang in Goryeo, they will come out with modern weapons, even if the other party is really supernatural, this time it will be impossible to escape!" ”

Others were not surprised by Miyamoto's decision, because Lin Mosheng would definitely not be alone when he left Tokyo.

With the wild dogs of the Black Tigers of the Yamaguchi Group following them, they really need someone to cover the fire.

Even if it turned into a gangster fight in the end, it was not impossible for Lin Mosheng to be shot and die.

Seeing that everyone nodded silently again, Miyamoto Yan bowed heavily with a tone of hatred and cheerfulness, "Gentlemen, for the future of Tokyo Kendo, this battle of demons, please!" ”

In the early morning, the sky was dark, and the water vapor turned into a torrential rain in Tokyo Bay along with the strong wind of the previous night.

The Black Tigers' convoy drove out of downtown Tokyo, and a dim curtain of rain connected the heavens and the earth.

Lin Mosheng looked at the rain outside the car window, and suddenly felt something, so he opened the car window, and the wind and rain roared in.

He looked at Kamiyama, "You guys continue to Shizuoka, by the way, give me a waterproof map." ”

Kamiyama Yuki was slightly surprised, and then reacted instantly, and found a waterproof map from in front of him.

While handing it to Lin Mosheng, he asked solemnly, "My lord, do you need to add more good hands from the organization?" ”

Lin Mosheng glanced at him angrily.

You have killed people, where shall I find good deeds?

He took the map and said casually, "It's just going to the jungle, don't make such a fuss." ”

He tied the sword next to his seat in a golf bag and tied it to his body.

When passing by a mountain stream and high bridge, Lin Mosheng actually opened the car door directly on the speeding highway, and under the cover of the rain curtain, he disappeared into the gloomy sky in an instant, without stopping the entire convoy at all.

If it weren't for the wind and rain rolling up inside the car and the sound of the door closing, Kamiyama Yuki couldn't believe that a person could disappear without a trace in a speeding car.

The mountain road leading to Shizuoka is shaded by dense forests.

A Korean man dressed in a jungle combat uniform has already set up his position under the cover of heavy rain.

Buggies, sniper rifles, submachine guns, and even individual bazookas.

The equipment in their hands is enough to fight even a small battle.

The commander at the head was in the prime of life and had served as a commander in the army.

"The target is expected to arrive at the intended location in six minutes."

There was a clear voice from the military radio, and so many cars of the Black Tiger were driving on the highway, like a moving target, which was really easy to monitor.

"Roger, report every 2 minutes."

The Commander said in a solemn voice.

The Floating Lotus Gang member next to him chuckled, "Head, don't be so nervous." ”

Kim Jae-hyun angrily scolded the team, "Bastard! The opponent was able to sweep the Tokyo Kendo Federation, and it was considered a possible great swordsman, so it is impossible to be careful! ”

Then he sighed, "There are some things that you haven't experienced, so you don't understand." ”

was angrily reprimanded by Kim Jae-hyun, Lee Jae-hee's expression was a little cowardly, "Head, even if you are a big swordsman, how many catties of bullets can you cut?" ”

As he spoke, he proudly raised the submachine gun in his hand and said with a smile, "These neon people are really willing to spend money, and they actually got us such good goods, this thing fights, it's like holding a sword of the gods!" ”

"If he is really a great sword master, if I kill him, wouldn't I be able to call myself a sword saint?"

The young members of the Floating Lotus Gang around couldn't help but smile and echo, "Mingli, your kid has become a sword saint, but don't forget us." ”

Lee Jae-hee laughed, "No, no." ”

Kim Jae-hyun frowned, and just wanted to reprimand him again, but now it was the time to fight, and he could only hold back and remind himself that the Floating Lotus Gang was not an army after all.

Just when Kim Jae-hyun was thinking about how to clean up Lee Myung-ri after this mission, a startled voice came from the radio, "It seems that a figure has left the convoy just now!" ”

"What?!"

"You repeat it again!"

"I didn't see it clearly, it was raining too much!"

The person on the other end of the radio seemed to be in a state of self-doubt, which, combined with the cacophony of rain falling, made Kim Jae-hyun's brow furrow.

This time the task is definitely not simple.

It's not just because the other party is touted as the new big sword hero.

And the support from the employer this time is not trivial.

Being able to provide such powerful firepower equipment in Neon Territory promises to take care of everything in the future, plus the sky-high mercenary money.

Think with your toes, and know who your employer is.

And even the powerful Tokyo Kendo Federation is reluctant to clash with one person head-on.

Kim Jae-hyun made a decision in an instant, "Close!" ”

All the team members next to him looked at their captain in disbelief, wondering if the captain had lost his brain from the rain.

"Head, isn't it, even if the other party really breaks away from the convoy, we can find him out where he can run in the mountains!"

Lee Jae-hee said dissatisfiedly, such a large sum of money, he is enough to get away with it for a few years, even if it is the captain's order, he is not willing to give up!

As soon as Kim Jae-hyun wanted to enforce the order, he heard a clear voice coming from the wind and rain.

"You're looking for me?"

This voice was far away, but it itself was like a force, coming with the wind and rain, coming from all directions, one person, like a thousand armies.

"Alert!"

Kim Jae-hyun roared angrily, his eyes sharp, frantically searching the shadows of every wood, searching for the source of the echoing sound.

Under the rain curtain, Lin Mosheng rode the black biao, galloped in the sky, and then looked down at the red spots below.

There is no shortage of sins in these people, and they are truly grateful for the gifts of nature.

In the next moment, he leapt from mid-air.

The look was more focused than ever.

"Moo!"

The sound of the huge Buddha horn is like a bronze bell, buckled from the sky, enveloping the woods below for a radius of 100 meters.

For a while, the sound of wind and rain miraculously disappeared for a moment.

Then, the terrifying sound of chanting vibrated back and forth, like the wind, like rain, pervasive!

Lee Jae-hee's proud modern weapon was held in his hand like a burning stick, and he had no chance to use what he believed to be the sword of the gods.

When the sound of chanting sounded, the terrifying sound waves penetrated his eardrums and poured into his mind like a storm.

For a moment, it was as if he could feel everything in heaven and earth.

He felt the wind and rain howling, the throbbing of leaves, and even the flow of his own blood, but strangely, this feeling was far away from him.

His soul was far from his own body, imprisoned by the sound of chanting.

Thankfully, the pain didn't last long.

In the next moment, a sharp blade slashed off his head.

The imprisoned soul was still able to feel everything, and he saw the person who killed him as a third person.

Or monsters.

It was a statue close to the real Ming King, in the dim rain curtain, the color was bright gold, and it was magnificent.

The twelve arms hung behind King Ming like a wheel, but this time, King Ming's palm was no longer empty.

Wash a word, Vajra Tianfeng, three days and the moon flying snow······

A sword that has been famous for a long time blooms in the hands of King Ming, forming the realm of the knife, and the bright sword light is intertwined, like a grand white lotus, cutting everything in the realm!

Lin Mosheng looked at everyone indifferently, and his twelve arms waved again, and the blade cut through the wind and rain, cutting everything in front of him like a storm.