Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Shouldn't have drawn the knife.Zong San left his words to think, regardless of whether the person facing him was an enemy or a friend, after all, he released enough goodwill, but his brain was too dull to think of any other way, even just thinking about it like this made him feel that he was in front of him. blackened.

He was already too tired, but he was never given the slightest chance to catch his breath. He couldn't remember the last time he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, just like A machine running at high speed cannot stop and dare not stop, because he knows very well that as long as there is even the slightest lag, he will collapse across the board.

Xiao Ye's polarization is not complete, except for her faster speed, her combat power has not improved much, and Jiang Xue's situation is getting worse day by day. Indeed, as an existential violation that belongs to this timeline, it is not part of the purging target. Including him, but how could he ignore his brothers.

Although it was an accident driven by various chances and coincidences that saved Imagawa Yoshimoto at the beginning, he couldn't deny that his brother made that choice and he accounted for a large part of it.

No one knows better than them what kind of nightmare falling into the hands of Oda Nobunaga means to Zong Sanzuo.

People who have been overloaded for a long time have probably experienced this kind of experience. Their brains are still running, but they are just idling and unable to think normally. Zong Sanzuo's words are even worse. He doesn't know that once he falls down like this Can you open your eyes again.

"Relax." Zong Jue gently pushed away the knife on his neck, Zong San didn't use too much force, the blade of the tentacles was cold, as if the first snow fell on the fingertips in winter, the slight cooling was like an illusion.

"I'm so offended, please forgive me." Zong San Zuo Wenwen heaved a sigh of relief, bowed down to apologize thoughtfully, and his long pink hair slipped from behind his ears, covering half of his cheeks, and also covered up the sharpness and trance .

After relaxing for a while, his mind didn't know where he ran and he couldn't pull him back.

"It doesn't matter." Zong Jue replied, he has already passed the age where he would be blown up because of a little offense, besides, beautiful things can always be tolerated more.

Zong Sanzuo's text is not only a good knife, but also a beauty.

In Zong Jue's case, the former item probably accounted for a larger proportion. After all, Ye Gan was not very sensitive to the beauty and ugliness of human faces.

And he was thinking about Xiao Ye Zuo's words, wouldn't it be useless if he tore his face.

"You should have a good rest."

When Zong San Zuo Wenwen heard this sentence, he realized that he was speaking to himself after a half-beat. He tried his best to concentrate and raised his head to look at Zong Jue, seeing himself exhausted in the eyes of the other party.

The grass and trees are all soldiers, like a frightened bird.

It's really embarrassing.

"I should have a good rest." Zong San Zuowen murmured, even at this moment his back was still straight and forced to pull himself together, trying hard to cover up his slump.

He didn't dare to relax yet—he was indeed dissatisfied with the group of god judges because they left Xiao Ye and Jiang Xue on the battlefield, but just because of this, he wouldn't be so radical that he directly gave birth to killing intent. The vigilance stems from the responsibility of the god judges to maintain history. After all, they changed the outcome of the battle of the barrel.

Even if the strange god-inspector in front of him would help Xiao Ye and Jiang Xue due to their identities as Daojian men, after he learned the truth of the matter, he couldn't guarantee that the other party would do something unfavorable to them .

From a certain point of view, they should also be regarded as so-called historical revisionists now, and they should be the enemies of the god judges.

But he still didn't choose to conceal or deceive. Zuo Wenwen has a bit of troublesome uprightness and stubbornness in his bones, coupled with the world-weary alienation caused by his past fate, he can be regarded as the most character-oriented among the swords currently installed by the Government of Time. Independence is also the most difficult faction, no matter how harmonious Honmaru Zuowen seems to be out of place, as if it has its own enchantment to isolate a world that only Zuowen can understand.

"So, are you going to kill us?" Zong San Zuowen slowly revealed a smile. If he deliberately softened the power on his body and restrained his minions to show a docile side, he would find that the pink-haired Fu Sangshen has extremely gorgeous eyebrows and eyes, narrow and long. And the tails of the raised eyes were curved, and the bright red lips cut into extremely beautiful arcs. His complexion was white which was completely different from the heroic aura.

Compared with gods, they are more like monsters who have fallen into the world of mortals.

"I don't have the habit of throwing everything away." Zong Jue really took a closer look at the Zongsanzuo writing in front of him for the first time, which was completely different from the "Zongsanzuo writing" in his impression.

In his impression, Zongsan Zuo's characters are like butterflies, even though they have wings enough to cross oceans and continents, they are too fragile. Even the original spirit on Gao Tianyuan seems to be bound by some invisible chains and cages It was a kind of cruel beauty, like seeing the end of a tragedy, the phoenix that was not nirvana staggered up on the corpse of the past, the shadows and scars still followed, dragging him heavily Keep falling.

But now the one in front of him is clearly a cunning and ferocious beast, all the threats and signs of weakness are plots, and the beautiful appearance is covered with sharp blades, guarding his territory majestically.

"Should I say it's a great honor?" Zong San Zuowen slightly tilted his head and chuckled, his profile had sharp edges and corners, with a slight chill hidden in the edge, showing a vague sense of unspeakable danger.

Zong San Zuo Wen, seize the sword of the world.

Zong Jue suddenly understood why Oda Nobunaga would imprison the falcon in a cage as a canary to domesticate - beasts are always difficult to control, and the pride of Zong Sanzuo's writing does not come from how glorious the lord he once belonged to , but only from himself, all the masters are just passers-by to him, if the master he doesn't like, close his eyes and go to sleep, and when he wakes up, that person will probably die soon.

How arrogant, how cruel, how can people be willing to do this.

Human beings are born clamoring to be conquered, the more lofty they are, the more they speak without false words, the more they will worry about it, and if they are obedient and docile, they will lose interest and forget it in a flash.

"Then," Zong Jue grasped Zong San's wrist along the edge of Zong San's left writing with his fingertips, "do you want to ask me for help?"

Zongsan Zuowen, who is still a Taidao, looks taller than himself who has been shortened into a sword, but in fact, he has not gained much flesh because of it. His wrist is like a layer of skin covering the bones, and the bones are so bony that they are going to grow out of it. It feels like poking out of the skin.

"Helping us seems to violate the duty of a god judge?" Zong San Zuo said in words, and then answered very quickly, "But you just need to tell me what I have to pay for this is enough."

As the real Fusangshen, he has no interest in things that seem to be internal struggles in the Shizhi government. He just wants to lead his brother to live a good life.

Bargaining with the person in front of him is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, but unfortunately he has no better choice.

"Why are you so sure that I need you to pay the price?" Zong Jue took out another persimmon from nowhere and handed it to Xiao Ye Zuo Wen, "Do you want to eat it?"

Zong Sanzuo's writing is good, but to be honest, he is most interested in the forging process of his body. Zong Jue is not a human being, and has always had a clear goal and rarely changes.

As for Jiang Xuezuo, who obviously hasn't figured out the situation and is silent beside him?

Zong Jue had completely ignored his existence to a certain extent.

"If you come, Gexian will be very happy." Zong Jue slowly added chips, "My Honmaru is a little special, you can bring your brothers with you."

"Xiaoye no—" Zong Sanzuo subconsciously wanted to refuse. He didn't mind giving everything to protect his brother, but he didn't want his brother, especially the younger brother Xiaoye, to sacrifice a little bit for him.

Jiang Xue Zuowen also frowned, and was interrupted by Xiaoye Zuowen as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Brother Jiang Xue, Brother Zong." Xiao Ye Zuowen stopped her two brothers who were very protective, and looked at Zong Jue intently, like a little hedgehog wandering cautiously in front of a trap, "What are you going to do?"

"I will take you out of this world." Zong Jue said, "As long as you are still in this world, the police will not let you go."

"Then if Brother Jiang Xue and Brother Zongsan don't want to..." Xiaoye Zuofuji considered his words - he is not particularly good at this, and Zuowenzi's faction probably only Zongsanzuofuji lit up this skill point, especially if he has not met Oda Nobunaga's Zongsan left the text, but now he can only fight alone.

The little dagger held a brother in one hand to prevent them from being impulsive, and racked his brains trying to get some promises from the old fox.

Old fox, no, Zong Jue watched with satisfaction as the little hedgehog stepped on the edge of the trap to probe in, and immediately dropped the persimmon that the little hedgehog liked into the trap, "They don't want to stay in this pill, I won't force them to stay, the Government of Time Don’t worry, I can still handle this matter.”

"And my... God-inspector..." Xiaoye Zuowen didn't even think about what his own god-inspector looked like, the time of parting was too long, they came to this world to fight It was still 1560 during the Battle of Oghazama. He doesn’t know how many years it is now, but since Hosokawa Yusai has already acquired himself, it is at least after 1590. It takes decades to forget a person too much. It's too easy, but Jiang Xue Zuowen, who has been in a coma intermittently due to serious injuries for decades, may still have a little impression of the God Judge.

"You can deal with it as you like." Zong Jue said, "Just remember to tell me. If you stab him like Yaoyan, it will be very troublesome to deal with the aftermath."

Being threatened by the ghost lamp to work overtime, he thanked him for not being sensitive.

Xiaoye Zuowen was silent, his hands were tightly held by the two elder brothers beside him, he looked at Zong Jue, he didn't know if this person would lie to him, but he thought this might be the only chance.

The little hedgehog stepped out and fell into the hunter's trap.

"I promise you." Xiao Ye Zuowen tightly squeezed the hand of the elder brother beside him, then broke free to catch the persimmon in Zong Jue's hand, and smiled a little strangely, "Master... Lord... Hall."

It's been a long time since I used this title, and he was in a daze when he said it.

Those memories that he thought he had forgotten completely, and so sporadic fragments surfaced again.

It turned out that the judge was just an ordinary young man.

Will bring sugar to the short knives, will be afraid of seeing blood, have many unrealistic dreams and not very gentle temper.

The life of a sword is so long, changing hands is already commonplace, the so-called main hall is just a drop in the ocean in this long life.

Occasionally, some people will rise up with the waves of memory, and then sink down.

No love, no hate, no hate, no anger.