This is My Juggernaut Journey

"I'm just depressed that I chose the wrong direction, otherwise things would be much easier."

"Huh? It seems that you can't do anything except foresight!" Yixin laughed, and by the way, a half-empty and half-real hand took the wine bottle and disappeared. If others saw it, they would think that Yuzuru was killed Dirty things are possessed.

"How is it possible, the foresight is just to avoid many troubles!" Yuxian snorted coldly, the victory of the weak over the strong cannot be solved only by the advanced consciousness of the traverser.

His existence itself is a singularity, presumably this Xiazong Kingdom will also deviate from the orbit, and the moon world is different from that of Demon Slayer: Distortion, mutation, and chaos are simply commonplace.

"By the way, brat, are the heroic spirits you mentioned being holy after death?" Yixin asked curiously. He was already considered a dead man, and he was famous in Japan. At least in the world of Sekiro, what could he compare to? Nobuzuna and Miyamoto Musashi are much more famous.

Yuzuru wanted to say that this was limited to the history of the moon, but he didn't want to spoil the good mood of Master Juggernaut, so he nodded and replied: "You should leave your name in history, generally speaking, you are the guy who left footprints in human history, maybe It is a real existence, maybe it is just a myth and legend, and there are all kinds of distortions, and you will be surprised when the time comes."

Even he, a man from the moon, couldn't understand the complicated heroic spirits, so he could only introduce them casually. He opened and closed the long knife with his thumb, and his heart became more and more excited.

It is much more interesting to behead someone who left a name in history than an unknown person!

PS: Thinking of the CBA shipwreck today, I am still very angry. Everyone, please give some recommendation tickets.

第290六章 英灵模板

Qianzi Village was leaving, but not far away, that is, to the barren house on the mountain behind the village. If there is any trouble, you can come down immediately.Moreover, he also took away Axie's family. He pretended that he needed someone to clean up. Yuxian went to help for a few days, and the two could be regarded as acquaintances.

"Actually, it's because I admire the courage of a little human girl. This giant suits my appetite."

The swordsman in Tsing Yi smiled, leaning on the wooden railing with a jug in his hand, watching the villagers' daily labor.He paid the money and would not leave, because this village was very important, and Yuzuru didn't know where to meet his future teammates after leaving here.

After waiting for seven days in a row, Yuxian also became a little irritable, wondering if he was the only one to cut off the fierce killing karma, if no one helped, how could those heroes and swordsmen be killed one by one.

"Since Qianzi Village is here, there will naturally be many people who should come, but I don't know if those people will come." Yu Xian took a sip of wine and said to himself, those people are of course 'myself from the previous life' , a human rescue organization called Chaldea.

If Fujimaru Tachika really came, the difficulty of the event would drop by one level.

"But that's impossible." Yuxian laughed at himself, turned the jug upside down, and found that he had drunk it all, and threw the jug away in a dispirited mood, guessing that he had more important things to do next time he went back to Weiming.

Turn Ashina into a brewery.

He closed his eyes when he heard the sound of the flagon shattering. He already had a vague template in his mind.

This is the result given by the 'discerning eye'. These days, Yu Xian stared at himself every day, and finally put together the templates, and found that the things he pulled out were really tasteless.

The success rate is low, the cooling time is long, and it is easy to be noticed by others, and the template is actually in the shape of the moon.

[Strength: C+, Durability: B, Dexterity: B+, Magic: E, Luck: D]

There are only a few numbers, except for attributes, there are no inherent skills and treasures. This is a different way to express the "inhuman four stages".

The swordsman studied it carefully, and the gap between himself and the heroic spirit is not too big in terms of attributes alone, and the calculation range is based on the amount of ability used.

Yuzuru tried to identify without the breathing method, and the number was even lower, and the final value was obtained with the use of two breathing methods. Anyway, he has now reached the "normal" state, and can maintain two This kind of breathing method, if you ignore the outbreak of your own damage, you should still have multiple "+" signs.

"The heroic spirit template also has its merits, at least it is more direct than the previous one." Yuzuru nodded, the concept of 'inhuman fourth level' is too broad, making it difficult to know the exact level of strength.

If the strength can flatten a mountain, but the speed is too slow to move, how inhuman is this?

The current discerning eye cannot know oneself and the enemy, but it is good to know oneself, at least Yuxian has a plan for the future.

"Leaving aside the magic power, let's find a way to increase the power first." The swordsman sighed, and his heart was still a little weird. Last time he was hit by Yinglong and finally blocked by the sword prison. There were some changes in his body, but The system didn't notify me, so I had to worry about it.

After taking another sip of wine, he put his hands on the brows to block the sun, and looked at the galloping horses coming from afar.

It was a group of warriors in brown coats, about a dozen of them, galloping on horseback, and soon arrived in front of the village. The first one with a goatee pulled the reins to stop the horse, and at the same time raised his right hand, a group of soldiers The horses were all parked outside the village.

The samurai will not go in, because there have been tragedies in which bandits colluded with villagers before, and then tricked the samurai into it, resulting in the annihilation of the entire army. Compared with the miserable farmers, such samurai are much more valuable.

The goatee on the horse looked at the collapsed houses in the village from a distance, and shouted to the left and right: "Go and bring all the mud legs in the local area."

"Yes! Lord Qingtian!"

The sound of horseshoes sounded again, and several samurai and ashigaru scattered away, and drove all the people working in the field over after a while.The master who came from the city didn't have the consciousness of "reinforcement", so he chased them away with the back of a knife and a spear, and soon knelt on the ground at the gate of the village.

"Drive!" Goatee kicked the horse's belly, looked around at the mud legs kneeling on the ground, walked slowly to the front of the old man and stopped, and said condescendingly: "Are you the village chief?"

"Yes, my name is Kenjiro, and I participated in the Osaka Winter Battle more than ten years ago." Kenjiro, who had a broken left hand, raised his head, expressing that he was a good citizen who obeyed the lord's call.

"I know." The samurai's face softened a little. The pariah who fought for my family is of course a good pariah. He took out the letter in his arms, threw it on the ground, and asked coldly: "This is the letter you gave to the chief guard. letter?"

Of course the letter was written by Yuzuru, and there was no one in the whole village who could write the letter. It explained what happened that night in plain language.

The village chief's breath was stagnant, but neither side dared to offend him, so he nodded again.

"I wrote it."

The samurai looked at the other party's gray head uncertainly, and raised his whip: "Your story is well told, out of my responsibility, now please find me the traces of those wraiths and skeletons!"

Sweat beaded on Kenjiro's forehead immediately, and he blamed Yuzuru for nothing to write a letter for help. What if those monsters don't come next time?Well now, what should the samurai masters do if they get angry and kill themselves?I had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer:

"Those things, all, all turned into fly ash!"

"Hahaha, turned into flying ash, it really is a ghost, come and go without a trace!" The warrior on the horse laughed, which caused his subordinates to laugh too. trembling.

Because the laughter stopped very quickly, the old man with the riding whip fell on his back with a 'pop', but he quickly got up again, obediently being whipped.

"We are very busy! If there are bandits attacking you, report it on time, and the commander-in-chief will send reinforcements! My family cultivates the land for you to harvest food, not to let you make up wild stories!"

This time he drew out a long knife, only death can teach these shameless pariahs a lesson, but just halfway out, he quickly stuffed it back.

It's not that he changed his mind, but an irresistible force helped him push the knife back. Goatee was at a loss for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found a young man in Tsing Yi standing beside the horse at some point.

"Who!?"