Sanriyue is also being persecuted today

The surroundings were extremely quiet, the air condensed, and it seemed that the sound of blood dripping on the ground could be heard.

Tsurumaru held the handle of the tachi with such force that he seemed to crush it.

The blood that began to smear and spread on Sanriyue's chest was reflected in those golden eyes, and the colors blended as if the sun at noon was gradually setting in the west.

He couldn't help laughing in a low voice, and a trembling and hoarse voice sounded in the empty dark room, "Have you not given up yet...Thinking that I will tell him the method?"

Mikazuki's eyes locked tightly on Tsurumaru in front of him, and she realized something from this passage.

Could it be that he knows how to deal with that person...?

The red-stained blade was pulled out suddenly, the pain burst from the depths of the body along with the wound, San Riyue's face turned pale in an instant.With a flash of the sword, Tsurumaru stabbed him a second time.

Sanriyue Shen unsheathed the scabbard and resisted the attack, only to hear a bang, bright sparks splashed, and fell into the darkness.

Tsurumaru's figure was unstable, and he was on the verge of falling, and finally he knelt down on one knee while supporting the knife, and the iron chain around his collarbone kept shaking, drawing out more dark red blood.

He looked at Sanriyue in front of him, with an indescribable coldness in his eyes.

I can't count how long it has been since I was locked up here.

Seeing that he was dead and refused to speak, the man had not given him spiritual power for a long time, and was only waiting to delay his death. I am afraid that other people would think that he was already dead.

The main body was taken away, tortured repeatedly every day, and now he is on the verge of being broken... If it wasn't for the sudden injection of spiritual power today, he wouldn't even have the strength to move.

Tsurumaru lowered his gaze, he waited patiently for the main body to be shattered, and then he would disappear with it, but he did not expect that spiritual power would suddenly be injected into the main body today...Have you not given up yet?Or... Want to continue torturing him for fun?

The Three Ridge Moon Sect has long since been broken, and the one in front of him is probably a newly forged sword...

Tsurumaru's eyes fell on Mikazuki's slightly open skirt, and the slightly messy folds at the waist were enough to prove what he had experienced.

It's ridiculous, the previous Sanriyue was freed, but this time he was controlled by that scum, it's better to let him solve it with one knife, and save being forced to do some disgusting things by that person.

"Living like this... What's the difference between dying?" Tsurumaru laughed a few more times, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

San Riyue clutched her chest, blood spilled from her fingers and stained the back of her hands, but she didn't say a word.

There are others here.

Tsurumaru stood up slowly holding the Taidao, raised his arm, and pointed the tip of the sword at Mikazuki, but he had already lost most of his strength.

Fu Sangshen, who was facing dark blue, had a pale face and no expression in his eyes. He couldn't support himself and took a few steps back. He leaned against the wall and slid slowly, rubbing against the wall to wipe away a red mark.

Just when Tsurumaru slashed at Mikazuki for the third time, a burst of white light flashed, the blades collided, and the sword in Tsurumaru's hand was shaken off, and flung to a place he couldn't reach.

Tsurumaru looked back, his expression was colder than before.

Walking out of the shadows were Yaoken and Xiaoye.The two put away their short blades together and stepped aside, their eyes dull and dull.

Then, the God Judge appeared from the shadows.

He walked up to Sanriyue, frowning under the mask. From this angle, he could see Fu Sangshen's closed eyes, thick eyelashes, and faded lips.

Probably seriously injured and unconscious.

"It's really useless..."

The judge sighed mockingly, and the suspicion that had arisen in his heart faded a bit.If Mikazuki really retains the previous consciousness, he will definitely recognize Tsurumaru, and Tsurumaru will not kill him.

He glanced at Sanriyue's blood-stained skirt, this position... probably not far from the heart.

The sword pays the gods, and the injury to the body will be fed back to the body, and vice versa.No matter which one is seriously injured, it will be life-threatening.

The god judge didn't look at Sankaiyue again, and walked up to Tsurumaru.

"Still don't want to talk?"

"This kind of thing...how could it be possible for you to know..." Tsurumaru raised his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips provocatively.Even if the newly replenished spiritual power has been exhausted by the few blows just now, he will never show weakness.

The judge stared at the white-haired and golden-eyed Fu Sangshen in front of him, his gaze gradually turned cold.

A few years ago, the other party used some method to injure him without triggering the "curse". Fortunately, the valet knife at that time helped him block it...

The inquisitor raised his thumb to stroke the scar under the glove, and murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart.

He sent short knives to investigate several times, but he couldn't find the reason, otherwise, this Zhenhewan Kunyong would have disappeared long ago...

Tsurumaru seemed to sense the man's killing intent, and sneered, "Why, aren't you going to break my body? Or..." His eyes fell on the Taidao in the distance, "Use it to kill me."

The judge raised Tsurumaru's chin and sneered, "Don't worry, your body will be fine. I put it in the castle tower and took good care of it."

"It's really 'care'..." Tsurumaru gritted his teeth and said repeatedly, thinking of the pain from the collapse of the main body's spiritual power.

During the initial period, he had difficulty maintaining his sanity every day and was on the verge of collapse.

The judge let go of his hand and pointed to his forehead, "You have to remember, what are your companions who died for?"

Hearing this, Tsurumaru's already pale face became even more ugly.

"For me, it's just clearing up a group of useless and alien swords, but for you..." The God Judge's words stopped abruptly, with a deep meaning in his tone.

"It doesn't matter, one day, you will come out from here." The judge laughed.

Tsurumaru turned his head away and stopped looking at him, the hatred in his eyes was burning like a raging fire.

……

The god judge brought Sanriyue back to the castle tower, and when asked by the dagger whether he needed to open his hand to enter the room, he sneered and said, "There is nothing to repair, it is his own incompetence."

He thought it was a lost and found toy, but when he discovered the knife pattern that vibrates the three suns and the moon, his original interest disappeared.

The judge glanced at Fu Sangshen, who was unconscious, and walked to the door, "When I come back, if he is still alive, call me again."

"Yes, my lord." The dagger responded.

"By the way, you don't have to stay here, go and see what they are doing."

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the dagger quickly disappeared.

After a long time, Sanriyue, who was lying on the couch, opened her eyes calmly and brightly.

He stood up, and the wound gushed out blood due to the pulling, and the bright red covered the dark red on the ground.

Sanriyue ignored it, walked to the previous sofa, bent down and picked up the notebook that she had kicked into the gap.

Those densely packed texts clearly appeared in front of my eyes, and what was recorded on them was not important information, but the /names/words of Sword Fusang/God/one after another.

Hachisuga Toru, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, Ichiki, Taro Tachi, Suzumaru, Akita Toshiro... two-thirds of the names of the swords are listed here, whether they are common or rare, no matter what they are Almost all types of knives have appeared above, and some names have even been memorized more than once.

Not only were there some that he had seen before in Ohiro, but also some that he had never seen since he came to Honmaru.

Sanriyue's eyes darkened, what does this list represent?

The paper turned to the last page with the words written on it, and his eyes scanned quickly, finally seeing his own name at the bottom.

And... Sanri Yuezong is near.

Crescent Moon suddenly recalled what he had seen in the underground darkroom before—the corner where fragments of broken knives were piled up, and some handles that had not yet faded in color corresponded to the names on them one by one.

San Riyue closed the book and put it back to its original place, already having guesses in her mind.

It seems that the "method" mentioned by Tsurumaru does exist.

Perhaps, this is the key.

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