God judge, her career is paramount

Burning and reforging, becoming Fusangshen and being called to the present world... Yiqi Yizhen thought he could get rid of the past, but in fact the fire in the castle tower was always reflected in his golden pupils.

When the blade shattered, it gushed through the blood vessels like iron slurry, and the burning pain from the tongue of fire spread to his whole body. The pain and fear of being burned hit him again and swallowed him up.

...It was treasured by the masters of the past generations and placed on the knife holder. The scarlet scabbard was gilded with gold.

Is it really the fault of re-forging?Even if the gorgeous appearance remains the same, the deterioration of the iron inside has caused him to lose the ability to chop as a knife, so it will be easily broken...

"Fusangshen is also a god! Splitting Spirit is also a god! Since he is the god of my family, he cannot bow his head to other gods."

……

"You are my god."

"You are my knife."

Under the faintly blooming wisteria, the girl said in a cold and unquestionable tone.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​fire receded, and a hand took his hand, dragging him out of the darkness and pushing him back into the present world.

The light of the guard was gone in a flash.

The reshaped blade draws a long blood line from Yiwozuo's shoulder straight to the side of his waist. In the first phase, with one strike and one blow, he throws his hand to the right.

"Hahahaha what kind of power is this?" Yiwozuo didn't let go of the moment when the person and the knife in front of him shattered like a mirror, flowers and water, and then recovered immediately. The unknown things made him more interested, and he actually let go The god judge turned to attack the first stage and one shock.

—— Destroy the killing method!

It was another unskilled punch, but with destructive power, he quickly turned around, this time he learned his lesson, the blade staggered away from Yiwozuo's fist, and slashed obliquely towards his raised left arm.

Yi Wozuo did not dodge, his left arm was cut open by the knife, and only a little flesh remained. He centered on his right leg, and after his left arm was severed, he grabbed it with his right hand and swung the blade, turning his left leg 270 degrees and kicking upwards. Out - Destruction kill? Foot type? Crown cut first!

The main body left his hand, and the blue-haired sword fell heavily to the ground after being kicked away.

God judge: "...!!!"

She wanted to yell but couldn't. After opening her mouth, a hot fishy-sweet liquid overflowed from her mouth.

Yiwozuo looked at the long knife in his hand curiously, the knife that was still clear in the night suddenly dimmed, like Liu Ying, whose life had come to an end, gradually became transparent and then disappeared.

On the other side, Yiqi Yizhen climbed up from the gravel, his golden eyes were dazed but still bright, and the sword in the vermilion sheath was still hanging on his waist.

Realizing that he didn't have a broken knife, Yiqi Yizhen suddenly looked at the judge, and Yi Wozuo turned to look at her excitedly, and said: "Is this also your ability? I killed him, die soon It was you who got it. You are still completely unskilled in the use of power, and your sword skills are far from pleasing to the eye, but these strange abilities are really interesting... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Is there any power you haven’t used? Use it on me together! This is the benefit of becoming a ghost, you can never die, you can fight forever..."

Yiwozuo stopped suddenly, his beast-like intuition made the back of his neck numb, and the twelve-cornered snowflake array under his feet automatically lit up, Luo's reaction to fighting spirit reached the limit.

But isn't this woman dying soon?For the first time, Yiwozuo was puzzled by his intuition. The woman who had only one breath in front of her barely supported herself. When she raised her eyes to look at him, she was already crumbling. The ground is flying sand and rocks, and the trees are rustling.

Yi Wozuo looked up vigilantly, his intuition and blood ghost skills were both telling him that an unfathomable monster opened its mouth to him, but there was nothing in sight...

The judge looked at Yiwozuo coldly, and spit out a syllable: "Go to hell."

The invisible giant palm was shot down from the air, and Yi Wozuo couldn't avoid it, and was instantly crushed into a pulp.

If they lived in the Heian-kyo era, any ghosts or onmyojis, witches, and priests with a little bit of spiritual power could feel or even see the volcanic eruption of spiritual power from all over the place.

However, in the Edo period, both gods and ghosts have gone away. Ordinary people may occasionally glimpse the existence of things in the other world, but they cannot observe them, let alone remember them.Just like the person saved by Fu Sangshen can never recall the face of his benefactor, to ordinary people, the person in the other world is like the breeze blowing past his face or the flowing water flowing in the river, fleeting and never grasped .

At this time, too much spiritual power was running wild out of control, and the formed hurricane swept away the dark clouds around Edo Castle, and the last bit of moonlight and starlight shone on the earth before sunrise, reflecting the tragic situation on the ground.

The northwest half of the hill had collapsed into a heap of rubble, with a deep hollow in the middle that had been smashed to the ground, and there was still mud wriggling and gathering at the bottom of the pit.

After slapping the palm, the god judge fell back with exhaustion, woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

The examiner said weakly: "Put a talisman and set the time for one hour. There is still someone in the forest, take her with you, and ask Hinata or Hou to send her to Wisteria Flower's house..."

Yiqi Yizheng said anxiously: "I understand, master, please don't talk, it will make the injury worse!"

Fighting fiercely all night until the sky was dark, the two finally returned to Edo Castle. The judge had already lost consciousness, and Yizhen also passed out after giving the judge's instructions.

……

【Like dewdrops falling, also disappearing with dewdrops, it is my body.Or like what happened in Namba, it’s like a dream of prosperity...]

In my ears, I heard the crackling sound of wood being roasted, the sound of stone walls collapsing after being burnt brittle, the soft sound of water-colored tiles peeling off one by one... There are also the screams of human beings crying and killing, mixed with the sound of mortals. The inaudible cry of countless treasures in the castle tower being burned.

Somewhere in the castle tower, a sword with a vermilion scabbard was being placed on the knife holder. The fire burned in. The precious calligraphy and paintings were burned to ashes, and the black glaze tea bowl was burned to pieces. The gorgeous brocade clothes were hidden in the firelight.

This vibe sword is neighing in the sheath, the flames have already burned to the knife holder, and the gold thread that the master replaced it with is also burning, how much it wishes that it can be broken on the battlefield and beside the master, it is better than here , weakly, bit by bit by the fire...

There was a pair of hands holding the Taidao, and the moment the sword left the holder, a fire snake jumped onto the hands from the body of the sword, the scorched scabbard returned to its vermilion color, and the gold-plated sword glowed again, but these hands were wrapped in flames , the fair skin gradually withered, and the healthy pink nails curled and curled, gradually shrinking into a pair of skeletons.

"Owner!"

Yiqi Yizhen sat up suddenly from the quilt, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his back was soaked.

Regardless of paying attention to himself, he rushed out of the room one by one, never so actively looking for the traction of the contract in the soul, stumbled across the veranda, and came to a sliding door.

He was about to pull the door open subconsciously, but the etiquette that went deep into his bone marrow restrained his movements at this moment, making him hesitate for a while.

A voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Yizhen took a deep breath, opened the paper door, and entered the room.

The inquisitor was sitting in the quilt, with his back facing him and putting on a pure white bathrobe. The sunlight that came in hit her back, her hair was tied up, and her neck was thin and white.

The judge turned his head to look at Yizhen, just about to say something, looked at him twice, frowned and said: "Your injuries should have been healed, why do you still look like you have been slandered and yellow-faced?" What?" And he was disheveled, his shirt buttons were unbuttoned to match the candlesticks.

Sure enough, the second broken knife was not an illusion. In the first phase, his adam's apple twitched, and he suddenly said: "Master, one person can only bring one guard when going out into battle, and one guard can only restore the broken knife once. Then the second time, How did I recover?"

The eyes of the judge flickered: "It's just a little skill."

One strike at a time: "So you put the talisman that can transfer damage into the guard?"

God judge: "Why do you care so much? Do you want to smash the knife?"

In the first phase, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

Broken Knife was very painful, but knowing that his life was bought back by the God Judge made him even more painful. His heart seemed to be tightened by something, and he couldn't breathe.

One episode, one vibe: "So...does everyone know about this?" Including the desperate bones and medicine research in Ikeda House, including the cheerful and motivated thick...

The judge said indifferently: "I don't know, because there is no one in this pill who is stupid enough to tell him to go away, and if the knife is not enough to break it once, it will be broken a second time."

One issue, one shock: "..."

Seeing that he didn't mention Yushou anymore, the god judge also breathed a sigh of relief: "You sword men have fragile skin and thin blood. When the injury is serious enough, you will directly smash the knife. I am different. Using spiritual power to strengthen the body will make your body hurt. Your broken knife wounds will be healed in a week at most for me."

One episode, one shock: "..." But it still hurts and bleeds, and even the human body is different, and if the care is not good, it will leave scars...

God judge: "Forget it, I am the one who brought you to Yanxiang, and I am responsible. Originally, you should go to the Houxishan battlefield and gain some actual combat experience first."

Hearing the first episode of Yizheng, his face became hot, and he knew it was saying that his training speed was out of touch with his strength.

God examiner: "One more thing, about reforging."

Yiqi suddenly raised his head.

The judge didn't look at him, and said to himself: "Did you dream about something last night? The fire in Osaka Castle? I dreamed about another thing. After you were burned, you were reforged and sharpened again." Because the judge and Fu There is a contractual connection between the gods of mourning, and occasionally the examiner can dream of his life experience with the god of mourning.

In fact, the god judge doesn't know his current situation, but Wan Wu always has enough information to buy.As far as she knew, there were two things that Zhendao was most afraid of and cared about the most. One was fire, and the other was reforging.

God examiner: "From the perspective of the formation of gods, you do have a reason to care about this. After all, the decline in quality after reforging is part of your story. However, the principle of summoning is not like this. You are already the most powerful you in history, so there is no such thing as a drop in quality."

In the first phase, he froze for a moment, and it took two seconds to realize that the judge was trying to persuade him not to think too much.

Seeing that he still didn't understand, the god judge tried to find another example: "When I summoned the bone, he also said that his memory was gone, and he cared about this at the beginning. But his own history is always created by himself. In the past, you couldn't control yourself, but now you can, that is, fulfilling now...you understand?"

Looking at the tangled face of the interrogator, she usually has little expression, usually flat or even indifferent, but her clumsy speech that comforts people makes her more lively, more like a teenage girl .

Putting his right hand on his heart, Yiqi bowed deeply: "Thank you master, I understand—from now on, my history and my future will be created by myself."

He will protect those who have not been able to protect this time, and this time he will give ten times and a hundred times the honor that he has not earned before... From now on, he will be her sword.

God judge: "..." Oh, she should not have been mixed with a group of knives who could be her language teachers long ago in the true sense of the word.

The judge waved his hands expressionlessly: "You just need to figure it out. I have to rest for a while, so they go to protect the worship ceremony. If you are healthy, go together."

One phase and one shock: "Yes. Then I'm leaving, master."

Just as he was about to go out, the interrogator suddenly stopped him and handed him a storage bag.

God judge: "There are two swords inside. Before you go to fight with them, go to Wisteria Hana's house in the city and return the swords to the girl from yesterday." The repair talisman used for one item was repaired, and Shanbau was removed without the sword spirit. In terms of quality, it is considered a peerless sword in this world. It should be reserved for the reincarnation of No. 1 in Group B as a souvenir.

Yizheng did not ask why: "Yes."

"Also," the judge added, "don't let Foxosuke see it."

After Yiqi Yizheng left, only the judge was left in the small courtyard rented by them.

The judge himself drank a bottle of wound medicine that has a sleep-promoting effect, endured the severe pain in his body that never stopped, covered his head and continued to sleep.

Last night's last spiritual power riot exhausted her. Just now, I told Yiqi Yizhen that she could recover in a week. If there is spiritual power and spiritual power blessing, it is indeed possible in a week, but the spiritual power has not recovered yet, God knows it will take a while a few days.

Before going to sleep, the inquisitor's wristband suddenly lit up.

The inquisitor tried to open his eyelids to see, and felt strange when he saw Shiying's text message.

The wristband does not have a cross-world and cross-era video communication function. During the mission, Ying usually contacts through Foxnosuke, and there are very few text messages to her directly. Generally, it is best not to pass the information through Foxnosuke.

There is only one line in the English message, and the interrogator read it in a second, with his eyes wide open...

[In the main world, Higiri assassinated No. 2, the success or failure is unknown. 】