Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The biggest difference between monsters and humans probably lies in their sharper perception of crises. Therefore, even if there are only Zong Jue and Jinjian in front of them, monsters occupy an absolute advantage in numbers, and they still clearly perceive Seeing some kind of terrifying shadow that is about to move, there is no need to move, Jinjian just said a word so lightly, and the tip of the knife slightly lifted, and the monster has already started to retreat.

Zong Jue didn't care if they wanted to escape or not. The dark filth was coming from all directions like a cage, and it was gloomy like a thick mist covering the sky. Sixteen, here we arrest 470 principal offenders and 16 eight accomplices." Following the arrest routine, Zong Jue briefly declared his crime, and looked lazily at Jin Jian: "I come or you?"

Jinjian just turned around and rushed towards the monsters struggling in the darkness without hesitation.

Datachi is not suitable for night battles, the night will make their five senses drop, and they cannot attack accurately, but relatively speaking, Jinjian does not rely so much on the five senses, but perceives the fluctuations of wind and spiritual power in the air to judge the enemy It is also a technique that the crow tengu who live in the shade of the trees in Kurama Mountain, day and night, are good at attacking the position.

The darkness was gradually stained with filthy and smelly blood, and the screams spread through the thick and substantial mist. The mist was like a huge loudspeaker, making people feel that the screams were ringing in the ears, but the surrounding But there was nothing, so some monsters panicked and started to attack the side indiscriminately. Even the monsters who could barely maintain a calm vigilance at this time had to clumsily deal with the attacks from their own side and had no time. Don't worry about others.

"On top of you." Jinjian seemed to be enjoying the battle very much. His tail sound slightly raised, revealing a hint of pleasure. It was obvious that he was holding a full six feet five inches (195cm), and most people even A huge weapon that cannot be used at all, but he is as light as a bird that spreads its wings and jumps freely between the branches. Only when the blade is slashing into the body with strong wind can you realize that the sound of the blade tearing the air is not heard because the blade has accurately taken away the life of the enemy long before the sound, and the sound of the wind is sharp The whistling roar was drowned in the miserable screams before death.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, but his speed is really too fast, as if he really had wings, he easily dodges all attacks with agility that is completely out of shape. Many times they just saw a strand of white hair floating by, The blade that fell in the next second caused their consciousness to completely sink into the darkness.

If you use the value of the government of time to measure it, you will find that the detection value of Jinjian is not much better than that of other big swords. He is also in the state of a blind man with his eyes open, but his mobility value is far beyond what the big sword should be. The mobility value is even comparable to some short knives.

If this level of Odachi can be installed in large quantities, it will probably be the existence of the gods who are overwhelmed.

But just thinking about it, according to the current consumption of spiritual power by Jinjian, it is impossible for ordinary god judges to afford it.

Zong Jue reassuredly entrusted Jin Jian with the task of dealing with the group of monsters, turned around and walked to the edge of the mist, while walking, he dug out the experimental product he had made when he was preparing Yao Lang's sword, waved it, and turned around. Piercing heavily into a void, the tip of the sword seemed to pass through something and there was a tearing sound, and then it was heavily nailed to a rock.

There was blood gushing out from the void, Zong Jue picked up the tip of the sword, it was not well polished and not considered sharp, it was more like a tormenting saw, tearing the skin bit by bit and sawing off the blood vessels , the blood flowed down the blood groove of the sword body, and a small blood puddle formed on the ground.

The little bit of blood in the void gradually spread, like layers of tulle phantoms being uncovered, revealing the true face of the person underneath. The baby-faced young Onmyoji still had a slight smile on his face, his face was pale and his eyes were pale. But it was extremely bright, "Can you lower the sword?" He kicked his legs hanging in the air twice, "This is very uncomfortable."

"It's okay." Zong Jue said, "You will get used to it."

"It seems that there is no other way." The young man turned his head with a smile and spat blood, "I don't want to die."

He raised his head to look at Zong Jue, the whites of his eyes were swallowed by black, without any light, just like a mirror, reflecting Zong Jue's face.

"I forgot to introduce myself. The fourth generation of Abe's family is in charge. Abe has a job. Abe Seimei is... a great grandson? Forget it doesn't matter." His tone was brisk, and his eyes were slightly bent, looking very happy, "Let Let me see how the darkness in your heart is."

There is darkness engulfing it, which is different from the filth of the underworld brought out by Zong Jue, but a pure darkness without any light, just looking at it, it feels like something is being pulled out of the darkness, and then there are many different things. The things that should be remembered will emerge from the deepest part of the memory, and those dark sides that are trying to hide on weekdays are like huge beasts, devouring all bright things.

The enemy's strength is unknown, and he was injured again. Abe Yuxing looked relaxed on the outside, but in fact he didn't dare to make a big deal at all, and directly used his best and most powerful "skill".

Everyone will have a dark side, and the stronger the person's heart, the darker the dark side will be. When fighting against oneself, the despicable side is often invincible.

"Let me see your real face."

Zong Jue looked into his eyes and said calmly, "Aren't you watching right now?"

No matter how similar the shape is to human beings, the way of thinking as a wild beast still has a huge impact on him. In the simple and linear thinking of the beast, there is no need for unnecessary cover-up, and light and darkness coexist in him. As a matter of course, he never thought about what to hide—it should be said that in his opinion, human beings who try their best to hide their dark side are strange creatures.

To him, to a certain extent, the mental impact brought by Abe's skillful technique may not be as cruel as the punishment in some hells. If he can't even deal with this kind of punishment, how can Zong Jue inspect hundreds of hells under Huangquan?

Abe's expression changed.

The most fearful thing in the battle is to meet the existence that is incompatible with one's own attributes, and what is even more frightening is to meet opponents that are incompatible with one's own attributes and suppressed in strength, just like Abe Youxing, who is clearly the fourth generation of the Abe family. The powerful onmyoji who had been for hundreds of years lost his life so inexplicably and silently.

Zong Jue pulled the sword from the breathless corpse, and sniffed a little of Abe Youxing's blood with one hand - he had been very concerned about the breath of Abe Youxing from the beginning, the kind that was between The breath between the living and the dead was very weird and even subtly reminded him of Yabaichuni, but the mermaid clan had all migrated to Huangquan many years ago, and there were no traces of mermaid activities in this world as early as the Heian period.

"Taishan Junfu Festival..." Zong Jue murmured, "But it doesn't look like it, so let's talk to the ghost lamp."

Things like this that give people who should die should not have a lifespan that blurs the boundary between the present world and the underworld will have an impact on both the present world and the underworld. Generally, they tend to investigate the specific situation and then carry out designated spells and seals or Items are destroyed, but human beings' fear of death often makes this kind of thing repeated.

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, the young man's voice was low and cold, with a slightly rising tone, vaguely revealing the master's excellent mood.

"Caught you."

When Zong Jue turned his head, the Da Tai Dao was blown head-on with a strong wind, and Jin Jian's eyes were burning behind the blade, "Do you want to play together?"

For Yatengu, there is not much difference between fighting and playing. It is almost their racial nature to be playful when they are young, and to be aggressive when they are older. And the stronger they are, the more powerful they will continue to pursue. Similarly, they have no interest in power and wealth, and the only way to subdue them is to fight.

Yatengu will only follow existences stronger than itself.

The same is true for Jinjian. Although his mind is still a little confused and many things are not clear, he still remembers that he seemed to be given to the man in front of him by someone.

"If you can't beat me, I won't admit you."

His fighting spirit is high now, even though he still has a lot of injuries on his body and consumes a lot of energy, his condition is unprecedentedly good, so good that he doesn't want to stop at all.

Zong Jue sighed, drew his sword carefully and passed a few strokes with him, then seized the opportunity to throw the current sword on the ground without any seriousness, and raised the sword against his neck.

Yoshitsune had just entrusted the little tengu to him so long ago that this kind of thing happened. If this appearance was seen, their friendship of hundreds of years might be ruined in one fell swoop.

"You didn't use all your strength." Jin Jian said, but he didn't have any angry look on his face. The burning red in his eyes might have calmed down a lot after the battle. A deep spring with no bottom.

"I lost." He admitted his failure very simply, "You are very strong."

Zong Jue put the sword away and stood up, and asked, "How about those monsters, are you having fun?"

"Not bad." Jin Jian sat up, thought for a while and replied, "Their abilities are very interesting."

Of course, it was very troublesome, and it inevitably caused him a lot of injuries. The headband that tied his hair was cut off at some point, and his long white hair was loosely draped behind him, and the ends of his hair were stained a little. Dirt and blood stains, he basically didn't care much about the wounds on his body, but he couldn't care less about the dirt on his hair, the ends of his hair sticking to the armor, although he didn't say anything, he kept talking Fiddled with it as if it would make it a little more comfortable.

The overwhelming darkness dissipated, and the ground showed lying corpses. Zong Jue carefully counted the wandering souls, and after confirming that there were no escaped souls, he opened a back door and sent them to Huangquan all at once, which sparked some fire Burn the body clean.

Jin Jian had already cut off a small portion of his hair, and stood aside with his jagged haircut, watching Zong Jue finish these things in an orderly manner, before he said, "I'm being tortured now." Has the short become a dagger?"

"It was broken during the battle and cannot be recast, don't you remember?" Zong Jue said.

"It's still clear on the side of Anma Mountain, but it's too blurry behind. It's just an impression. I didn't expect it to be broken." Jin Jian frowned slightly, "Will my future master be so weak?"

"Human power is also limited." Zong Jue said, "You will like Yi Jinggong very much in the future."

Jin Jian looked at Zong Jue seriously, "That's me from now on." Supporting his body with one hand, he slowly knelt down on one knee, raised his head and stared at Zong Jue, his eyes were persistent and firm.

"Now I want to follow you even more."

It’s over.

Zong Jue thought.

I'm afraid that Yi Jinggong is really going to end his friendship with him.

The author has something to say:

[Zong Jue's battle diary: How to restore a friendship that is about to end, urgent, online, etc.]

There is basically no Yoshitsune in the memory of Da Tai Dao Jinjian. He just remembers that he was enshrined in Mount Anma and then there is no more. The memory after that is basically tangled up like a super high mosaic

Dagger Imaken expressed that he wanted to beat him to death [smile]