save the judge

(There is a plot in this chapter! Be careful!!!)

The forge in Honmaru is burning day and night. The fire is said to be drawn from the thunder and lightning of the god of swords and swords. The first spark fell on the earth and ignited a cluster of flames, so the sword forged from it can give birth to the spirit body of the god.

Otherwise, it would be unbelievable to forge a sword with Fusangshen casually, even under the guidance of the contract, isn't it?

Another wonderful thing about this furnace flame is that it can endow the spirits of sword gods and also make them die.

With Fusangshen's sword, ordinary fire and water can't hurt them anymore, only the fire here can make them leave without pain.

From the flame, from the flame, it sounds like a wonderful and magnificent feeling of fate.

Unlike human beings, for swords fighting on the battlefield, death is not a topic worth avoiding. They are born with such a fate, so they will not have any strange psychology when facing the flame.

—but never in such a case...

Taro Tachi's vision was already very blurred, and the humans passing by him did not look down at him, but passed by briskly and naturally, and opened the curtain door with a swipe.

He saw clearly the several swords that the human was holding.

——no...wait...

His rationality was uttering weak ravings, but the spiritual power in his body was still running wildly. The gods who used to hold long knives across the battlefield could barely maintain their human form, and their limbs were basically unable to move.

As a big sword, his situation is already so bad, one can imagine how bad the current situation of those short sword fighters is.

But no, now is not the time to think about that.

The Odachi, who had been enshrined in the torrent of time for a long time, tried hard to move his fingers, and his golden pupils were sometimes slack and sometimes clear.

When the accident happened, he was forging knives in the forging room according to the schedule of the daily class. The swords in the main pill were almost full, so forging knives was just a simple daily task, in order to obtain subsidies from Shizheng. Subsidies are pitifully small, but mosquitoes are meat even though they are small, and the judges are always absent, and the fusangshen are used to trying to find resources in these scraps.

It sounds a bit miserable, but they have actually accumulated a resource reserve that is enough to shock most of the gods through this method.

Taro Taidao completed the forging of the sword as usual, and the swords forged three times were Wuhutui, Aizen Kunitoshi, and Sayo Zuomonji.

It is a very common short knife, because it consumes less resources, it often appears.

Taro Taidao was not too surprised by the result. He placed the Sanshin dagger in the warehouse separated from the forging room by a wall, and planned to see what his worrying brother was doing.

Jiro slept late yesterday, probably secretly drinking again when he wasn't paying attention, the wine in the pill was put away early tomorrow, where did he get the wine?

While thinking about this question, he lowered his eyes and bowed his head to the silently burning flame, and the cluster of flames jumped twice as if consciously.

The tall and tall Fu Sangshen raised his hand and slowly closed the door covered with snow-white thick paper. Just as he took a step on the corridor, he fell to the ground.

The body realizes the approaching harm sooner than the soul.

The spiritual power howled and screamed and rampaged in the body of the god. The instinct of self-preservation made Taro Tachi subconsciously want to return to the body, but he didn't do it for some reason, but tried to get up with difficulty.

Something happened to the judge.

The contract communicated this fact to him with unmistakable clarity.

An ominous force is changing the pure spiritual power, but the long seclusion from the shrine made him realize another thing buried under the change of spiritual power more quickly: the contract is dissipating.

Perhaps before being forced to fall into the dark, the contract between them and the god judge will be broken first.

how so?What happened to the lord?

For the first time, a panic-like expression appeared in the pupils of the eyes that were as quiet as the gilt gold of the divine sword.

In the severe pain, he couldn't hear the sound of the outside world, as if the whole Honmaru fell into silence at a certain moment.

But suddenly, in the silence, footsteps sounded.

The hard sole collided with the waxed smooth wooden board, and the knocking sound was very textured. The person who came came moved slowly. He had obviously seen him lying on the ground, but there was no abnormal reaction at all.

——Not the footsteps of the other companions in Honmaru, nor the Inquisitor.

Taro's heart seemed to be squeezed hard.

All kinds of chaotic thoughts surged through his mind in an instant, and his heart sank rapidly, more rigid than falling into ice.

Some outsiders entered the Honmaru when they had no power to resist.

This sentence is scary enough.

What was even more frightening was that he couldn't imagine what the other party was going to do at all.

——Facing the fusangshen who was slaughtered by others in Ihonmaru, what would the person who invaded Honmaru without saying hello do?

Shendao fell down on the long corridor in a curled up posture, her breathing was weak and inaudible, as if she had been in a coma for a long time.

The person who came walked briskly, as if he hadn't seen him, or it was more likely that he had seen him but didn't care, and passed by the magic knife.

A line of gilt appeared from under the eyelids.

In the hazy field of vision, Odachi accurately identified what the man was holding in his hand.

— those were his colleagues.

Six strike short knife.

With a quick glance, he only saw the recognizable body of the five tiger retreats on the outermost side, and the others disappeared from his sight before he saw them clearly.

The sound of the curtain door being opened was clearly audible.

Beside him is the forging room.

A wave of doubt appeared in Taro Tachi's chaotic thinking.

What was he doing in the forge?

After a short period of confusion, the ocean of fright and anger rolled up huge waves.

No, what that person wants to go is not the knife forging room, but the knife unraveling room!

Since the establishment of Honmaru, he has never used the knife-resolving function of the fire, so that Taro Tachi almost forgot about it. He was so shocked that he didn't care about other things. Lift up your body.

The curtain door was not closed, and the dim yellow flames in the room were floating with a bright orange halo. The man stood in front of the dancing flames, his movements were small, and he casually lifted the things in his hands above the flames...

--Do not……

"Stop...stop!" Odachi's pupils constricted, and he didn't even have enough strength to yell "stop" that should have been angry.

Fortunately, that person's senses were probably very keen, so he looked over here.

"Yo, there's still one awake."

The slightly frivolous tone hit Taro Tachi's nerves like lightning.

Fu Sangshen's memory is good enough, so he clearly remembers where he heard this voice.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he still read the name of that person in a low voice: "Baishi... my lord."

That honorific was more of a cold sarcasm than an expression of respect.

Baishi tilted his head, moved the cigarette in his mouth to the other side with his tongue, and said in a vague voice, "Well, it's easy to say, why, do you want to jump in line? It's not impossible."

He also seemed to be joking, although what he said was enough to make one's heart chill.

"You... come here suddenly, we are not polite to entertain you, but your current behavior is not so appropriate, right?"

Taro Tachi is not good at words. Compared with his cheerful and lively younger brother, he is a bit too quiet and self-closing, but under such circumstances, he can no longer speak, and he has racked his brains to learn to hold back a series of literary words To delay time.

Baishi waved his hand, the orange flames cast a jumping shadow on his side face, his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark: "Hey, I'm not here to be a guest, you're welcome."

Everyone knows that he is not here to be a guest, but it is different to say it bluntly and cover it with a fig leaf. Da Tai Dao is not good at this, and for a while, he didn't know what to answer. He heard the man calmly Said: "I came this time to kill you."

The bare/naked/naked truth and facts are placed between the two. Odachi’s fingers clasping the wall were instantly forced, the nails cracked on the hard wall, and tiny blood lines slowly trickled down the wall.

This kind of pain pierced into his skin like a needle tip, but it made Taro Tachi's mind a little clearer.

"What is it for? Your lord went out and didn't return. You chose this time on purpose to declare war with your lord?" Taro Tachi tried to keep his voice as steady as possible.

Shiraishi rolled his eyes half a circle, carefully studying Fu Sangshen's expression at the door.

There was no flaw, just utter surprise and anger.

"Your master is not honest enough." Shiraishi licked his lips, and threw the dagger in his hand up and down. Odachi's heart fluctuated violently with the rise and fall of the dagger, but he didn't dare to make any movements, he could only be cold looking at Shiraishi.

"He promised to cooperate with me, but judging from the current situation, he has no sincerity to cooperate at all." Baishi caught the dagger again and sighed, "I was almost deceived by him last time." , I even forgot to ask him how he met his mother’s Zhenan with a mustache. Even if that guy is not broken, it should exist in the fragments attached to the stable time and space. In a little more popular terms, it is ——Traveled to a certain historical time period?"

Shiraishi is very good at being a teacher, and patiently explained the uncommon terms to Taro Tachi.

"Then Jingujiquan may only meet this guy when he is out in battle, right? But I accidentally saw the performance summary report of each Honmaru yesterday, and only discovered a problem. The activation time of your Honmaru time converter is the same as the time I met last time." When it came to him, it didn't fit."

Taro Tachi's pupils shrank.

Every time Jingujiquan is involved in various eras, the shortest period is three or four weeks, and the longest period is three to four months, and a normal God-inspector will never go on a mission for more than two days. From this point of view, Shiraishi has indeed discovered a huge flaws.

A flaw that cannot be covered up, or even explained.

Baishi threw and caught the dagger again, and grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead he was extremely cruel: "He's lying to me, he's hiding something from me—no, maybe, Is it many things?"

"It could also be a huge... secret."

Shiraishi deliberately slowed down his speech, creating a sense of oppression to the sword.

The tall man at the door didn't say a word. When Taro Tachi didn't smile, he was particularly oppressive, probably because he had been enshrined for a long time. His expression was as dignified and indifferent as a god or Buddha.

"The relationship between people is deceit and betrayal. I don't mind his dishonesty, but such dishonesty puts a big question mark on his promise." Baishi also made a question mark gesture with his hands in a timely manner , laughed abruptly, "In short, we think he has no sincerity at all and is too unbelievable."

"So you want to get rid of those who already know your secret?" Otachi slowly connected.

Baishi snapped his fingers briskly, with a childish expression of relief: "Smart!"

He didn't even say anything more, without even a hint of warning, he threw the dagger in his hand——

This time, he didn't reach out to pick it up.

The flame in the furnace suddenly jumped, and the orange flame swallowed the short knife's body in an instant. There seemed to be a sudden wind in the knife forging room, and there were silent souls howling and crying, but this movement only appeared for a short moment. In less than a blink of an eye, everything returned to the way it was just now.

It's just that there is nothing in Baishi's hand.

The sudden change made Taro Tachi unable to react for a while, the blood pumped to the top of his head in an instant, the hot blood and the cold consciousness collided and collided, he didn't realize that his fingers were trembling slightly.

——He didn't even have time to see clearly the appearance of the dagger.

Shiraishi smacked his lips, and lowered his head to touch the other dagger in his bosom. Odachi exhausted all his strength to stop his confused thoughts. He could smell a faint smell of blood coming from his hand that was gripping the door frame tightly, but at this moment he I don't have the time to pay attention to this: "Wait a minute...you, you...the master is not in this pill at the moment, and your goal of killing them all has been defeated. Rather than making an enemy, wouldn't it be better to try to cooperate?!"

Da Taidao swears that these dry words are already the most persuasive lines he can think of to convince Shiraishi. Fu Sangshen, who has always been dull, has never hated himself so much for not being able to be eloquent.

If the ones here at the moment are Mikazuki Sokami, Yaken Toshiro...or Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Kami Kiyomitsu, even his seemingly unreliable younger brother, they should all do better than him, right?

Baishi raised his brows pretending to be surprised: "Oh, can you still propose cooperation? But based on my observation of that child, given the importance he attaches to you, I can no longer be qualified to cooperate with him, right? "

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the cluster of flames schematically.

Taro Tachi was at a loss for words for a while, and Baishi picked up the Yishin short knife with a smile, weighed it in his hand, and glanced at it: "Oh, it's Yaken Toshiro, he is a good boy."

He said words of praise, but he threw the dagger into the fire as if throwing an insignificant stone.

Different from the scene of the beautiful cherry blossoms when Fu Sangshen came, the departure of the gods was too dull, Shendao realized in a trance that the brief wind just now was probably not his illusion, because at this moment there was a sad cry with him. The soul resonates.

It is still as short as a moment of illusion.

The Odachi was trembling uncontrollably.

Only then did he suddenly realize the fact that Shiraishi had no intention of letting them go at all, and no matter what reason he used, he couldn't stop the crime that this ghostly human being would commit today.

...When the lord returns and sees the empty Honmaru, he will be very sad.

After predicting his own destiny, Taro Tachi lost all his anger, and just thought of it suddenly.

He lowered his head, as if he had finally resigned to his fate, Baishi also lost interest in him, and casually threw all the short knives in his hand into the fire.

This is simply, an understatement of death.

Even if the sword is about to usher in the end, it shouldn't be brought by such a despicable villain.

Spiritual power flowed through his body like a blade, and Odachi slowly raised his hand. His eye sockets were hot and humid, and the hot liquid broke through the constraints of his body and flowed down. Shendao calmly raised his hand, his body was Gradually collapsed, and at the same time, the graceful and sharp Otachi gradually solidified in the void, and in the corner of Shiraishi's astonishment, a knife that was as brilliant as the sun falling fell down!

What a glorious and magnificent knife this is, like the rays of light bursting from the embrace of the sky, the morning fire split from countless burning mornings and evenings in the shrines and ancient temples, the roaring mountain wind blowing across the earth, this is through the magnificence of the sky And the knife he swung was full of the grief and anger of the gods.

Baishi subconsciously drew his knife backhand to resist the inevitable knife, but what moved faster than him was the afterglow of the Xiaguang mountain wind, and he could feel his chest and abdomen flesh being torn apart by the sharp blade. It's muscles, bones, internal organs...

The breath of death approached his cheek.

"Boom-"

Another heavy thump sounded.

Baishi was thrown flying by the sudden force, rolled on the ground twice in embarrassment before hitting the wall and stopped. He opened his mouth, spat out a big mouthful of blood, looked down with difficulty, and saw that his body had been torn apart. The huge wound, the bones inside could be seen faintly, but not to the point of death.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his gaze, and saw the person blocking the knife.

The monk in the shabby monk's robe lowered his brows and closed his eyes. He held the Zen stick in both hands and pressed it right against the blade of the Odachi. He looked calm and able to do a job with ease, but the bulging muscles of his arms and the prominent blue veins on the back of his hands showed that he was not relaxed at the moment. .

There were more than a dozen swords of different lengths scattered around his feet. He probably rushed over when he saw the situation was critical, and threw the swords on the ground.

In the silent stalemate between gods and humans, Shiraishi covered his wound with his hands, lying on the ground half dead, the flesh under his palms was still bleeding, he suddenly laughed, and spit out a mouthful of red blood Spit: "I've changed my mind, isn't it more interesting than just destroying you and letting you watch your master die for you?"