This is My Juggernaut Journey

Yuxian, who brought a lot of stock from Weiming, shook his head. If there was one more drunkard, the stock would probably run out soon, but he was not stingy, and just threw it away.

"The name of the wine is White Ape. Hey, I can only have one sip. We all want to drink it!"

The woman didn't care about Sanqi 21, opened the cork and smelled it, and then directly poured a big gulp.

puff!

When she wiped her lips, she was bold, like a flower of Tianyuan fully blooming.

"Your wine is really good! There is a hint of sweetness in the clearness, but it is extremely strong! Wait, let me take another sip!"

Musashi took two sips in a very reckless manner, and Musashi reluctantly threw it to Muramasa. The latter drank it into his mouth and his eyes lit up. After seeing Baozangyuan Yinshun shaking his head and rejecting it, he gulped it down again.

"Wow, Mr. Muramasa, you are so stupid!"

"Why is the old man so reckless? You broke the rules first!"

The smell of wine mixed with the smell of rice, seeing the noise and scramble in front of him, Yuxian slowly smiled.

He felt a closeness that he didn't have in Extinguishing Evil Ghosts, as if he had returned to the end of the Tokugawa period. Was it a congenial personality?Or is it similar in strength?Yuzuru didn't know, he just snatched the jug suddenly, then dodged Musashi's fight, and poured all the rest of the wine into his mouth while the monk laughed.

Singing generously and speaking frankly, this is the life of a swordsman, as for the next battle plan——

Until you eat and drink, fuck|fuck the plans!

PS: Ask for the blade! !

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Just as Yuzuru met Musashi and the others who had the right appetite, and enjoyed it to his heart's content, somewhere underground, there was a chilling bloody red light.

This seems to be a disgusting place for the living. It is dark and blood-red, which makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, there are no good people gathered here. It always reminds people of things like "ghosts" and "ghosts". Full of strong resentment.

The magic circle is complicated, as if huge energy is gathered here, but it is restrained by the incredible magic circle, and it does not emit any smell, but in the depths, a man wearing a blood-colored cloak sits on a stone throne, with long white hair. Waist-length hair, without much expression on his face, he just sat there alone, unaffected by anything around him.

call--

At this time, the dark wind blew, and the sitting man opened his eyes, the pupils in his eyes were golden, and the redness that had been filling his eyes all faded away, and asked softly to the visitor: "Is it the edge of hell?"

A man with tattoos on his face appeared in the black and red cave. He was handsome and extraordinarily handsome, but he gave off a strong coquettish aura.

He first glanced at the sorcerer as usual, his pupils trembled, and after a few seconds of silence, he burst into ecstasy.

"It's you, is it you? My lord!?"

He bowed and walked like a servant, but he was afraid that saying the other party's name would cause great harm to this planet!He stopped a few meters away and looked at it for a while, confirming that the man on the stone seat was different from before, but he couldn't tell exactly what.

"No, I'm still Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the avenger who was massacred by the Tokugawa shogunate because of his followers, and traveled to various worlds to spread destruction and killing." The man played with the gold cup, with a specious self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, "You should I know what's going on, Caster among the heroic swordsmen, 'Lim of Hell' Ashiya Domitsu."

Directly calling out the other party's real name, Ashiya Michimitsu was not dissatisfied, he stroked his chest and saluted, "Then I'd take the liberty to still call you 'Your Excellency the Magician'."

"It's up to you." Amakusa Shiro spread his hands, the impatience and pure hatred of the shogunate disappeared, and his rationality returned to him. He put down the gold cup in his hand, thought for a moment, and smiled: "Use Qiqi as a heroic sword hero, mutant The plan for the version of the Holy Grail War is still very interesting, but some places are a little impatient."

"Are you referring to the execution of Miyamoto Musashi? Oh, I just received news that that plan has failed and someone disrupted the situation." The previous designer immediately replied.

"The spoiler is another twister. Humans like this can shift the world line by one person. It is really exciting to see how far two people can do it." Amakusa Shiro left his seat and saw the world line in the distance. The blue-haired swordsman leaning against the wall and dozing off paid attention for a moment, but then looked away again.

Caster Ashiya Michiman instantly understood the source of the mutation in the sorcerer, touched his chin and asked, "Is the human being who can distort the world line a survivor of Chaldea?"

"Chaldea? No, this is another existence." Amakusa Tokisada breathed out, thought for a moment, and added: "Maybe it is an existence higher than Chaldea."

Such a high rating.......

Ashiya Michimitsu's expression became a little more serious, and he nodded and suggested: "Then we should wipe him out in his infancy, and all the heroic swordsmen will take action together to ensure a complete kill!"

"Then who should take back the heroic swordsman? In your plan, the heroic swordsman is just a tool to spread killing and terror. It is also a medium in itself. It is still necessary to use their regrets to promote 'disgusting dirt'. It is even more important to kill the industry." Amakusa asked back, glanced at the partner who was looking for the answer, and sighed:

"The greater the cause, the more uncertainties and problems there will be. There will always be smart people jumping out to get in the way. This cannot be extinct until the ultimate goal is achieved. An existence with such low intensity is not even an opponent. You should go to How to squeeze out his use value, instead of rushing to destroy it."

"Even if there is only one chance in a million, if he can really pose a threat to me, I will applaud him and then kill him with gratitude!"

The gentle voice of the young Amakusa is very suitable for talking about big principles. A certain existence uses the mouth of the young man to narrate philosophy, which makes people fall into deep thought in the voice.Regardless of good or evil, a big man always has a big heart, and his ambition is lofty, and he has absolute self-confidence.

hinder?Stepping down is it!Self-righteous brave?Just kill them all!Enjoy the process with passion!

Ashiya Daoman thought for a moment, he didn't respect all of them like licking a dog, but said with a smile: "I still reserve my opinion, but I respect your choice, but because of his disruption, the originally planned seventh ride also Escaped."

"As long as you are willing to pay the price, you can have as much of that kind of thing as you want." The young man waved his hand and didn't care about it. After thinking for a while, he walked through the passage and came to a hall with an area of ​​over a thousand square meters.

The hall is flat, the ceiling and the ground are covered with dense magic circles, including Amakusa Shiro's "Black Bantianren Magic Art" and Ashiya Michiman's Onmyojutsu. Heroic swordsmen can't be achieved overnight, and it would be a waste to collect all six of them. strength.

"Well, you did a good job." After the low-pitched appreciation, the young man standing in the center spread his hands, and the mysterious group on the soles of his feet and the top of his head suddenly glowed a deep red light, causing the entire underground to be immersed in bright red.

The soul is energy, the prelude to destruction has been drawn, and the slaughtered creatures have gathered in this formation, even if it is resentment and anger.

There is no grimness like constipation, and there is not much emotional expression. Amakusa Shiro's cloak is raised. After the initial familiarity, he has completely mastered the magic circle, and is penetrating the shackles of space to pull down a heroic spirit from somewhere.

The tide of energy set off a storm in the ground, causing the clothes to fly, and even the blue-haired swordsman had opened his eyes. If he looked at the two of them with interest, under his gaze, there was no need to chant spells, and there was no complicated process. The grievances accumulated in the previous destruction of Hitachi Kingdom were consumed a lot, in exchange for the spiritual cores to gather in the center of the hollow, and they were transformed into a distorted immortal body by Ashiya Michimitsu's sorcery.

In an instant, the storm subsided and the smoke rose. The blue-haired swordsman saw a black figure standing in the center, facing his "employer". There were no evil thoughts, but gradually exuded the hatred of a heroic swordsman. After careful observation, the swordsman felt that this person was quite different from those swordsmen.

A mere executioner?What a joke.

The swordsman shook his head and closed his eyes again.

"Swinging a long sword for the sake of righteousness has frightened the shogunate, and finally fell into the heroic spirit of the 'human slaying' magic way? Leaving aside the strength and weakness, this compatibility is very good." Amakusa Shiro looked at the follower in front of him calmly, Pointing to the outside: "Now it happens to be Tokugawa Osamu, go to 'Toki Castle', the second Edo, to spread terror—"

The red light shone on his face, revealing a handsome face with a wicked smile.