I'm afraid it's not a fake hero

As the soaring golden light fell, the icy cold light all over the courtyard exploded towards the girl's thin body.

Under the first quarter moon, murderous intentions are everywhere.

——Zheng

When the swords meet, there is a piercing crash!

Jie Luo's legs were arched, and where her hands were clenched, there was a humming tremor coming from the blade, and in front of her was a dark, irrational monster.

I saw that monster's eyes were scarlet, and its throat roared like a dilapidated bellows as it breathed out.

His body was huge, and on his back were bunches of white and yellow bone spurs struggling out of the flesh and blood.

And there are countless such monsters, all of which are attacking Jie Luo.

After swiping the knife to block the monster's brutal attack, she jumped up. The thin girl's eyes were piercing, she jumped in mid-air, and slashed down with her knife!

The huge body of the monster fell down with a plop, and there was no gushing blood, only swords that turned into pieces of shattered iron after the body turned into black smoke.

Surrounded by countless gigantic monsters, she lowered her eyes and held the crescent moon sword horizontally in front of her. The index finger and middle finger of her other hand brushed against the cold blade without a trace of blood.

"The sad thing indulged in hatred, wandering in a lost way and unable to extricate oneself, this is given to you to escape the misery of the world..."

The girl's voice rang clearly in the silent courtyard, she raised her eyes, there was neither sadness nor joy in her black pupils, only a cold killing intent remained.

"So, go to hell."

The moment her voice fell, she was instantly submerged in the tide of monsters rushing towards her face!

The silver glow of the first quarter moon slanted down from the sky, the tranquility and beauty were as usual, and it seemed to be divided into two worlds from the murderous courtyard.

Just in the blink of an eye, swords, swords and shadows rise and fall one after another, and when the cold light settles down, the victory and defeat are already divided!

Countless huge bodies fell to the ground one after another, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing between the sky and the earth.

And the only trace that proves that they have been here is the broken sword.

When the dust settled, Jie Luo's hunting clothes had been scratched a few times, her white clothes were stained with blood, her figure was clear and elegant, and under the flowing moonlight, she had a strange sense of beauty for no reason.

"clap clap"

The sudden applause broke the silence of the night in an instant. Jie Luo looked around and saw a man in black standing on the black roof tiles on the right side.

"Yeah, yeah, this really... scared me."

The voice of the man in black carried the clearness of a young man, and the final sound was slightly lowered, bringing out a chilling ruthlessness.

It was extremely cold at the heights, and the night wind blew his pitch-black cloak up, and the hem of the clothes was like a beast waiting for an opportunity to ambush.

For a moment, Jie Luo felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, all the muscles in her body tensed up, and even the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled inaudibly.

The man in black jumped up, and the night wind blew his hood away, revealing his scarlet eyes, pale hair, and handsome face.

When he landed in front of Jie Luo, except for the different eye color, the other face was exactly the same as in memory, instantly making Jie Luo's pupils constrict.

The person in front of him is completely different from the fallen monsters just now, he is a living sword Fusangshen.

——The masterpiece of the Gojo family, Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

This is Yizheng, who has completely lost his divinity and is infected with the spirit of a demon.

And when Tsurumaru saw the mask on the girl's face clearly, his expression suddenly became a little weirder.

Because that mask was exactly the same as the one worn by his colleague, but that colleague later fell into an irrational monster, and was cut under the girl's knife with other dark swords just now.

——It was a fox mask with gold threads on a black background.

The hairpin of the golden spike, the half-face mask of the fox, and the golden chain on the white hunting coat, these elements are combined like a hodgepodge, but it doesn't make people feel that there is any violation, and it is even inconceivable that it fits.

All these traces are showing the identity of the girl in front of her.

"So that's it, you were sent by the government of time to wipe us out.

"Has Shizheng tracked down this Honmaru drifting in the rift of time... This really gave Tsuru quite a fright."

After saying that, Tsurumaru's hand on the handle of the knife at his waist tightened slightly, and the long knife was out of its sheath in the next moment.

It was a sharp blade covered with blood streaks. The blood red lines crawled densely from the root to the tip with an ominous black air, like flowing blood, which was creepy.

This is a sword that has been cursed and backfired.

It is a sword strengthened by a curse.

Before Jie Luo had time to explain her identity, her heart was full of sourness and complexity.

Whether it was the bright red lines or the black air, they all showed the sins that Fu Sangshen had committed before him.

"You killed your god judge." The girl said calmly, finally revealing his crime.

The crane that had already been dyed black paused, and the corner of his mouth opened an arc in the next second, it was a cold smile.

"Didn't Shizheng tell you when they sent you here..."

Along with the young man's clear voice, came the thunderous coldness of the sword.

"I'm the vengeful ghost who killed 182 god judges."

— Zheng!

When the swords met, the scarlet and mad eyes of Fusangshen were printed on Jieluo's blade.

"And you, will be the 183rd!"

"However, a mere despicable human being dares to boast of his ability to judge God and listen to things, but he is doing extravagance and extravagance in the name of salvation!"

In the next second, there was the sound of killing iron clanging as swords intersected.All of a sudden, there was a cold light everywhere, and the naked eyes could hardly catch the silhouettes of the two people, only the sound of screaming could be heard endlessly.

--bump!

Countless pieces of wood debris flew up.

Fu Sangshen's body was ruthlessly kicked more than ten meters away, and smashed all the way into the house, destroying countless furniture boards.

When he came back to his senses, Tsurumaru was lying among countless crumbs and dust, and his internal organs were in pain like knives. When he was struggling to get up, he realized that countless small cuts on his body were overflowing with blood.

Every knife avoids the fatal place.

Ha, what is this! ?

He concluded the humiliation of the person in front of him almost instantly, and his scarlet pupils became more and more crazy.

Countless black air lingered around his body in an instant, and hideous bone spurs burst out from behind one after another.

--not good!

Fu Sangshen in front of him lost his divinity due to the curse of devouring the Lord, but the curse barely maintained his sanity, and this sanity was finally crushed by the last straw.

If it can't be stopped, the Zhenhewan in front of him will also secretly degenerate into those irrational monsters just now.

In an instant, Jieluo rushed over to hold down Tsurumaru who was rolling on the ground in pain from the bone spur, and pressed her to the ground with all four limbs.

Tsurumaru lost his mind, the scarlet in his eyes became more and more intense, and his pupils lost all their brilliance.

Yuluo's body "tightened" Tsurumaru like a vine, and because the body was connected, countless broken bone spurs instantly penetrated and nailed Yuluo's limbs.

Everything in front of him became dripping with blood.

But the young girl never changed her face, as if she didn't notice anything.

The magic power was converted into countless huge and pure spiritual power, which slowly flowed into Tsurumaru's body from the point where the two bodies joined.

As soon as those Fusangshen with soothing and purifying power came into contact with the overflowing black energy, they made a sizzling sound like roast meat, and the burning and irrational Tsurumaru roared and struggled even more painfully.

Jie Luo could only suppress it harder.

After an unknown period of time, Fu Sangshen's black energy and bone spurs finally faded away and fell into a coma. At that time, Jie Luo's face was also as pale as paper, and her body was covered in cold sweat.