"Do you want to see me clearly?, then I'll let you see clearly, little Onmyoji, what ability do you have to dare to stop Uncle Ben!" In the face of Ampei Qingming's move, the wine swallowing boy stood in place, and the momentum of the top monster was released, causing blood-red clouds to roll up in the sky over the entire Kyoto.

Ampei Qingming was shocked in her heart, but she didn't move on the surface, holding an ordinary seal with one hand outside. The other hand was secretly hidden in his sleeve to secretly carry some other means, and then he stepped on a special step and began to set up the formation.

Just when Amperi Qingming looked at the wine-swallowing boy from a distance, waiting to find a flaw.

The samurai, who had been guarding the palace of the Imperial Palace, finally reacted.

They shouted and besieged the wine-swallowing boy, but they were easily killed by the wine-swallowing boy.

"Running water!"

In the haze, as if hearing someone scolding, the katana stabbed out like rolling water with a stunning sword light.

The pupils of the drunken boy contracted for a moment, and when this knife stabbed him, he clearly felt as if he was caught in a rolling and rushing river, with huge waves rolling in the river, hidden reefs, speeding down from a high place, carrying a momentum like wind and thunder.

This knife seems to be gentle and effortless, but it has a faint tendency to sweep the world.

"Good swordsmanship! I can't imagine that there is a master like you among human beings!" said the wine swallowing boy dodging the sword light, and then said with a solemn look in his eyes.

The island nation has always used a sword, but it is called 'swordsmanship'.

In the corner of the palace garden, a tall man wearing bright red armor, wearing a mask on his face, and holding a large sword in both hands, stood solemnly.

"I've seen the King of Wine Swallowing in Shimogen Raimitsu!I don't know why Your Excellency didn't keep your agreement and came to Kyoto to plunder?" the man holding the big sword asked in a cold voice.

The drunken boy laughed: "There has never been any agreement, just to give Amaterasu some face, so I don't come to your so-called Kyoto easily." But now, Lao Tzu is willing to come, and no one can stop him!"

"Your swordsmanship is good, why don't you try it with me. If Lao Tzu is victorious, Lao Tzu will retreat, and it is not impossible. ”

With that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a samurai, completely pulled out his entire spine from his back, shook it off, and the fire burned it, turning it into a long bone knife.

If the knife of Yuan Laiguang is like the lingering and supple spring water of spring, although it still carries the coldness of the thawing water of winter, it is still slow and sluggish.

Then the sword of the drunken swallowing boy is as tyrannical as a blazing fire, and as swift as lightning.

The two were almost at the same time, but they were close to the source of Laiguang and far away from the wine swallowing boy, and the two knives were handed over.

The two knives struck each other, and they froze for a while, and there was no strange sound of gold and iron resonating.

The next moment, Yuan Laiguang turned his blade, and the continuous spring water suddenly turned into a summer tide like thunder, and the waves roared, and in a blink of an eye, the whole person of the wine-swallowing boy was drowned.

Countless sword qi was sent out in an instant.

Even the rolling summer tide still has its suppleness and entanglement, just like the tough aquatic weeds, rippling with the water waves.

On the surface, Minamoto seems to have the upper hand.

Many nobles who had been frightened by hiding far away finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the contrary, not far away, An Pei Qingming, who had never left the battle, put his fingers on his lips, and the speed of reciting the mantra in his mouth was slightly faster, and one by one the rune paper was sprinkled on the ground by his left hand behind him, and then melted into the ground.

At this time, the man and the knife of Yuan Laiguang completely turned into an arc, like a meteor crossing the sky.

And his long knife pierced into the air, and even a trace of knife qi exploded the space, making a dull explosion. A series of sonic booms preceded the sword qi, the sword light, and the long knife itself to the wine swallowing boy.

Although on the surface, it seems to have the upper hand, but only Yuan Laiguang himself knows that he is about to run out of means, but the drunken boy seems to be strolling leisurely, and he copes with it very easily, and he does not see any tiredness at all, let alone injury or exhaustion.

Therefore, Yuan Laiguang was very anxious at this time, and a feeling of depression had surged up again.

Anxious and careful, his sword aura became more intense.

The figure of the wine-swallowing boy was close to Yuan Laiguang, and gradually in the knife technique, there was a little bit of Yuan Laiguang's appearance.

He was actually quickly learning and copying the moves of Yuan Laiguang, and even on top of that, making new deductions, this kind of learning and changing ability was simply terrifying.

Facing Yuan Laiguang's lightning-like knife, the body of the wine swallowing boy naturally flew up, and the sword light turned into a gradually rising curve in mid-air, flying in the air.

The knife momentum of both has drawn an arc, one throwing up and the other sinking. But it's weirdly similar, like a trick.

The two knives faced each other, the cold light flickered, and the eyes of the drunken boy showed a hint of mockery, but Yuan Laiguang showed a look of pain, and it seemed that he had withdrawn if he wanted to retreat.

Suddenly, the red hair of the wine-swallowing boy was flying, his clothes were fluttering, whirring, and he unscrupulously released his breath, pressed into a thick knife intent, and the whole edge was incomparable. The raging Amaterasu fire continued to burn in him, and the pain that penetrated deep into his soul did not distract him, but made him more focused.

Murderous as a tide, but as calm as ice and snow.

He was covered with an indescribable ruthless murderous intent.

The explosion of the momentum of the wine-swallowing boy made Yuan Laiguang suddenly confused.

A moment of timidity greatly reduced the aura in Yuan Laiguang's body, and he couldn't help but retreat.

This retreat is like a defeat in a mountain.

A touch of knife light gradually enlarged in Yuan Laiguang's eyes, and this knife was very rough, as if it was full of flaws. However, Yuan Laiguang couldn't raise any emotions of resistance and resistance, so he could only wait to be killed.

Holding up his last breath, Yuan Laiguang desperately swung his knife.

Bite!

The expression on Yuan Laiguang's face froze,

The tips of the knives collided together, and in just an instant, the rough bone knife split the well-made Datai knife from it.

If the blade continues to move forward, Minamoto Raiguang can only be stabbed through the throat and die under the knife of the drunken boy.

It was a fair contest on the surface.

Instead of directly crushing him with violence, the Sake Swallowing Boy used his sword skills to kill the first samurai in Kyoto today.

Everyone, mainly including the samurai and ninjas who had gathered around, were stunned, frightened, and faintly had the intention of retreating.

"Stop!" a soft voice.

The blue light around them shone brightly.

The ground of the entire palace garden is very dazzling.

A series of spells have been coherent into a large array, not only turning into chains, temporarily locking the wine swallowing boy, so that he can not continue to advance with the knife that stabbed Yuan Laiguang.

And a huge Shikami like a transparent three-eyed whale stood in front of Ampere Qingming, resisting the oppressive force of the wine swallowing boy turning to him.