foreigner's journey

Chapter 535
Before the audience cheered and cheered for the victory of the Tsuruga camouflage, the victorious chosen one turned to look at Heather on the throne, half kneeling on the ground and respectfully said:

"Respect God, Camouflage has something to say."

Heather raised her chin irresistibly: "Go ahead."

"Using this god-made weapon and god-given power to fight against the enemy is no longer fighting but crushing. Camouflage doesn't want Zunshen [Swordsmanship Showdown Before God] to be dusted by it, so camouflage boldly begs Zunshen to allow camouflage to withdraw from the competition."

After speaking, Tsuruga knelt down on the ground, his forehead resting on the cold rocky ground.

"...If other people dare to say that, I will definitely give him a thunderbolt. But my black witch has said so, well, sure."

Heather nodded slightly:

"But 【Thousand Swords】can no longer be handed over to you, do you have any objections?"

"Thank you for the grace of the gods." Dunhe's camouflage was all right, and he let the [Thousand Swordsman] beside him turn into thoughts and dissipate.

Although Qian Dao Xiao disappeared, the thoughts of her and the thousand black witches did not disappear because of this.

This is a matter of course, because the [mind ability] of the black witches is genuine and their own power, not something false lent to them by Heather.

Using the ability of [Curse Coin Aztec Gold Coin] strengthened by the concept, Heather temporarily turned all the black witches into special immortal bodies at the Santu Shrine, and then used the method of forced recitation to unify them.

Ordinary people are very likely to die from exhaustion due to the inability to smoothly control the fine pores and the flow of chanting qi after forced meditation, resulting in the exhaustion of the whole body's qi.Undead people don't have this concern.

It may be weak, it may be uncomfortable, but they will never die from the loss of life energy.

Under the guidance of Heather, the Tsuruga camouflage was the first to complete the reading, which took 7 minutes.

Other black witches have also completed the reading one after another, and many of them are talented geniuses with brilliant reading ability. These girls have been tortured and humiliated because of their age and background, but under Heather's hands, these humble stones have been developed. Carved into rough jade, it glows with their own brilliance.

Even if Heather left this world, the black witches would not suffer the same tragic fate as before.They have gained strength, faith, and love, and they will eventually survive in this troubled world.

In this way, there is only the last match left in the swordsmanship duel before the gods, [锖白兵] vs. [鑢Qihua].

20 years ago, Xibaibing's mother "锖黑刀" had a shocking duel with Yan Qihua's sister "鑢Qishi" that shocked the whole country. That time the two sides were tied, but the title of the strongest in the country is true. The field was taken away by Rong Qishi.

But today, at this very moment, in the holy land of swordsmen from all over Japan, under the gaze of the gods, [锖] and [鑢] will fight again with iron and blood, and the winner will win everything.

Under the stage, Xi Baibing slowly closed his eyes, and stood under the awning with a paper umbrella in one hand, motionless.

He is calming his heart, adjusting his state, striving to achieve the most perfect fighting posture before the battle.As Kai Baibing said before, his goal this time will be to become the chosen one of Susanoo, complete the forging of the 'Full Sword', and become the sharp blade of the gods!
Xie Qihua, you will be my best and last enemy... Xie Baibing said silently in his heart.

And what about Qihua?
He was still standing in the waiting room of the contestants, having a conversation with his partner Mu Samsara, no, it was his own inner shadow.

"Little Qihua, you haven't escaped the pain and confusion of killing your sister with your own hands. As a [knife], you are not qualified."

In front of Qihua, a girl who resembled her elder sister Qiqi sat cross-legged on the floor of the waiting room, looking at Qihua with a smile.

Qihua looked at the girl slowly, and murmured, "Unqualified...【Knife】?"

"Yeah, I'm not qualified as a [knife], and I'm not qualified as a [person]. What a failure, Xiao Qihua, ahahaha!"

Qihua got angry: "Nonsense! I am the most qualified knife, and Jiuer said so too!"

"The knife can't choose the person it wants to kill, but it can choose the person who holds it. You chose Jiuer, but you regretted killing your sister who threatened Jiuer. Don't you think you are qualified as a [knife]?" ?"

"..." Qihua's face became gloomy.

"As a [person], you are not qualified! For a woman who has been with you for less than half a year, you killed your own sister who has been with you for more than 20 years. You have clearly noticed that your sister has never killed you once. Faced with such a reluctant A good sister who shot at her younger brother can also kill her, you are not even considered a human being!"

Qihua's fists were clenched tightly, and her joints were livid.

Biwo Musamsara tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly showed an evil smile: "Oh, I can't be a [knife], and I can't be a [human], it's very embarrassing... Or should I commit suicide?"

She leaned forward, and the face that resembled her sister was constantly enlarged in Qi Hua's eyes, almost occupying his entire field of vision——

"Just use your sharp blade-like hand knife to stab your neck like this, and you can be freed from the regret of killing your sister? It doesn't hurt at all, and it will soon tear your heart and lungs from here. Freedom from inner pain, great offer, huh?"

Qihua raised her hand slowly, and her five fingers joined together to form a knife.

"Yeah, that's it, go up a little bit, aim at the neck and... woah!! What are you doing?"

The figure of Bi Womu Samsara was split in half from head to toe, but no blood was spattered, and he was still yelling to himself.

Qihua maintained the half-kneeling posture of chopping down the knife in her hand, and her tone gradually changed from low to high: "...Jiuer is still waiting for me, for Jiuer, I can do anything! I am Jiuer's knife, Jiuer It's my sword bearer, I will never die until Jiuer agrees! Get out of the way, I'm not reincarnated!!"

The hand knife was raised high again, and then swung down violently!
At the moment when the knife in his hand was about to touch the reincarnation of the other wood, the figure that resembled the elder sister exploded and dissipated like a illusory bubble, leaving only the strange tone still echoing in the waiting room——

"Hey, it took me so long to figure out my own heart, I'm really useless, Xiao Qihua, your knife bearer has been waiting for you for a long time, huh?"

At the same time, the distant and familiar voice seemed to come from the sky, becoming clearer and louder:
"...Flowers! Seven flowers! Seven flowers!!"

Jiu Er!Qihua suddenly opened her eyes, and found herself lying on Jiu'er's lap.

Still in the waiting room, but the figure of Biwomu Samsara was no longer seen around.Apart from Jiu Er and Qi Hua, the other 11 people on the royal side were also in the waiting room, but their condition was not good.

Hu Luan and Lu Tong Fanwai had already killed themselves, blood spattered all over the ground.

Ba Xiao was chopped into two pieces, his body still twitching slightly.

Gray Heou was sitting in the corner with his head in his hands and a dazed expression on his face, as if he had fallen into a state of 'heart-dead' silence.

The black mother of Mo Zhiqiu is missing.

Makoto Makoto was covered in wounds, and he was confronting Fuyi Daiqiu who was holding the [Extreme Sword].

"Qihua! You're finally awake!"

Seeing Qihua open her eyes, Jiu'er was overjoyed, and immediately put on a straight face: "Quick, let's get out of here!"

"Ju'er?"

"I was the first to wake up, followed by Fuyi Daiqiu and Mabazu. In order to delay time, I handed over Jue Dao and claimed to give them the quota for Jue Dao to participate in the battle. In this way, 11 people on the imperial side Everyone also has the qualifications to participate in the swordsmanship duel in front of the gods. Sure enough, a battle broke out between Fuyi Daiqiu and Zhen Tingxiu. Ba Xiao also tried to grab the sword after waking up. Zhiqiu Heimu was sent flying by Makoto, presumably she was dead."

"What about those three people?" Qihua looked at the other three people.

"Huluan and Lu Tong Fanwai seemed to be bewitched by the guy who claimed to be [immortal], and committed suicide directly. Hui Heou didn't commit suicide, but his heart collapsed directly, and he hasn't woken up until now."

Jiu'er looked terrified:
"That Bi Wo Mu Samsara is not a fairy, it's a demon! That terrible bewitching ability is almost at the level of a curse, and I almost fell for it."

She looked at Qihua with both reluctance and relief on her face: "...Qihua, let's run away now."

"Ugh?"

"Without Jue Dao, we have no qualifications for the competition, so that's fine."

Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief:

"I don't want to fight swordsmanship in front of the gods, destroy the shogunate, or resurrect my father. Qihua, I just want to go with you. Let's hide in a place where the shogunate will never find us, and live happily ever after, okay?" ?”

Qihua was about to say something when her eyes froze suddenly.

Following Qihua's gaze, Jiu'er turned her head to look behind her, and found something lying quietly on the floor behind her.

This is an incomplete knife with only a hilt and a handle, but no blade. It just lies quietly on the floor, and the reflection of the hilt still reflects the confrontation between the real widow and the vagrant.

"[Cheng Dao·Quan]..."

For some reason, Qihua knew its true identity the moment she saw the bladeless handle.

The last Shikizaki Jiki variant knife appeared.

"It's the trick of reincarnation!" Jiu'er understood at once, testing people's hearts, using sincerity as the balance, is 'quan'.This is exactly the style of Biwomu Samsara.

Qi Hua picked up the Cheng Dao and threw it to Jiu Er with a firm expression on her face: "Jiu Er, I will not leave. I want to compete and win the final victory!"

"Seven Flowers..."

"Since Jue Dao's qualifications have been given up, let's get rid of them directly!"

For the first time, Qihua didn't wait for Jiu'er's order, but thought and acted as a "human", she sprang out like a cannonball, and instantly came to Fuyi Daiqiu's side.

Fuyi Daiqiu, who was facing off against Makoto, couldn't even fully react, but subconsciously stabbed the sword in his hand towards Qihua.

And Qihua turned around to avoid the thrust, and used her back bone as a fulcrum to tightly clamp the blade of Jue Dao with her steel-like arms, and the blade immediately creaked in pain.

"Xu Dao Style Twelve Styles Chrysanthemum!"

Boom!The Jue Dao, which claimed to be indestructible, was broken by Qihua using the simple principle of leverage.Shikizaki Jiji's variant sword is vulnerable to Xudao Rong who no longer has restraint and pressure.

Just as Fuyi waited for Qiu to let out a roar, his face was sunken inward by Qihua's turning knee, and his whole body made a series of muffled sounds of bones breaking. He rolled over a dozen times on the ground and finally hit the sitting On Gray Heou in the corner.boom!The wall suddenly shattered, and the two died together without saying a word.

Makoto Makoto looked bad and immediately wanted to run away, but just a few steps away, Qihua, who was fully armed, overtook him, and a simple knife stab pierced his heart from behind.

So far, all 11 people on the imperial side have been wiped out.

Qihua shook off the blood stains on her hands, stood erect in the middle of the hall, looked at Jiu'er with a smile in her eyes:

"Let's go, Jiu'er. It's time for the final battle!"

(End of this chapter)