save the judge

This heavy rain did not know when it started to fall. The sky was dark and cloudy, and small puddles formed in the low-lying areas of the ground, and transparent water droplets splashed as pedestrians walked.

After the blond Fu Sangshen rushed out of the Imperial Pillar Tower, he stood in the middle of the busy street. The pouring rain passed through his body, and the cold air from the ground climbed up his body silently. The right hand in the black glove was pressed on the handle of the knife at the waist, the slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and the face showed a transparent and fragile beauty in the rain.

The signal light jumped twice and changed color.

The last car whizzed by, brushing the corner of his clothes, and the cold wind pressed against his eyelids, but he remained motionless like an unconscious puppet.

Pedestrians rushed over immediately, holding umbrellas of different colors, red, black, gray and blue, and gorgeous streamers came and went before his eyes, and the faces of crying, crying and laughing people changed one after another, or directly straight through his body.

A gust of wind hid in the rain and quietly approached the back of his neck. The grey-white smiling fox face had two crimson and ominous lines on his forehead. Like the pattern sketched on this fox's face, it falls and falls silently——

What a powerful and beautiful body this is. Compared with the ones used before, it is thousands of times better. Invading the guy who also gained the friendship of the green group and the red group, how could it find this perfect body...

Just a little closer, a little bit...

The eyes of the Colorless King were already smiling with pleasure in anticipation of what would happen after success.

Why do they all have beautiful colors, bright gold, elegant silver, fiery red, cold blue - only him, only him... nothingness, blank, transparent... colorless, why only him Is it colorless? !It doesn't matter, such unfairness will be corrected soon, and he will kill them one by one.

The gray mist slowly engulfed Hikari's back.

"Om."

It was a very light jolt.

It was as soft as a petal falling in the wind, the stream was shifted by a small fish, and a ray of cold light quickly magnified, calmly and majestic as if carrying the wind and rain, when it was colorless and immersed in fantasy, it came at the head!

"Varied--"

The last king selected by the slate sighed in amazement. The caution and escape instinct that had been carved into his bones made him not even think about it. He resolutely gave up the prey he got, turned his head and ran away.

"It's you who wants to harass the head of the family. You have a strong smell of jealousy and desire."

"If you are too jealous, you will turn into a ghost."

There was still a smile in the soft voice, thinking of the situation at that time, Hidekiri's heart beat twice uncontrollably.

Jingujiquan fell asleep very quickly, and his breathing became long and gentle in less than 2 minutes.

Mustache sat on the side boredly, using his eyes to explore the lord who seemed to have many secrets, and this look lasted for three days.

The black-haired young man seemed to have fallen into a long slumber again. No matter what the medical staff did, he couldn't wake him up. Mustache sat aside and watched the researchers toss and turn with distressed faces, but he was not so nervous.

The spiritual power of Fu Sangshen and the examiner is connected to each other. He can sense that the spiritual power in his body is running smoothly. At most, it is just that the examiner slept a little longer. This is not a rare thing. The gods who wake up in the middle of the night don't have a strong concept of time.A sword like Tsurumaru Kuninaga once slept with its master in the grave for several years——

Oh, no, that's because that person died, there is still a little difference.

Hidekiri casually pulled back the thoughts that ran too far in his mind, and then, a chilly feeling climbed up from the spine like crazy, rushing into his brain.

This was an instinctive warning of danger formed through thousands of battles. Before he even had time to get up, he quickly drew out the knife at his waist and slashed at the hospital bed with his backhand.

An inch before his blade, a twisted gray-white fox emerged from the undulating air.

Stopped by the sudden blow, the fox maintained its posture of plunging towards the young man on the bed, staring back at the mustache in a weird slow motion for a moment, and suddenly opened its mouth. His voice echoed in Hidekiri's ears: "Ah...a perfect body...it's not impossible to replace it with you."

Before it finished speaking, its body bent and rushed towards Mustache.

Fu Sangshen raised his head, put his toes on the ground, supported the sofa with one hand and flipped lightly back for a circle, landed on the window sill, just avoided the fox's attack, and looked at the intruder with amber eyes The one holding the body knife tightly in his right hand, a pool of water flowing through the blade, condensed into a beautiful star at the tip of the knife, reflected on his fair side face, as if melting a handful of spring sunshine.

"It's rude to come in when others are asleep without saying hello."

The handsome young man straightened his back, raised his knife sideways, and tightened his waist. The fierce aura belonging to the sword was released suddenly. The fox was startled, and the long and narrow fox eyes narrowed: "A breath that I have never felt before... You are not Outsiders—are you not human?!"

Only then did Wu Se take a serious look at the person in front of him, and after a closer look, he realized that this was not a complete person at all—it was just a soul-like existence, but miraculously possessed an ability comparable to A-level powers. The introverted strength of the author...

Hidekiri blinked his eyes: "Although I don't understand what you're talking about...but you are like this, you can't get along with humans, right? Is it a new type of ghost——"

He came to the conclusion on his own, swung the knife forward with his backhand, causing Wu Se to dodge again and again.

Although he has the title of king, the ability of the colorless king has nothing to do with combat at all. When confronted with aggressive activities, he can only run for his life. Through the window, Hikari's sight came out.

"Hmm...jumped out of the window? The reaction is really fast." His slender fingers were wrapped in black gloves. He touched his chin, and that natural smile appeared on his face again, "How long has it been since I met someone who could be beheaded?" What a ghost... oh, it would be great if my brother... my brother was here too."

Mustache smiled softly, and tilted his head to look at the hospital bed: "Then, Patriarch, I will go and get rid of the ghosts for you first, so you can sleep well."

He greeted the young man who was completely immersed in sleep, and then nodded in a serious manner, then turned back, passed through the transparent glass, and fell straight down the tall building!

Pulling out his thoughts from what happened 10 minutes ago, the blond Fu Sangshen swung ten knives in a row. The gray fox dodged in embarrassment, surrounded by pedestrians, but his knives did not touch them at all. Yuxia opened up a battlefield with only the two of them.

"What the hell are you!"

The fox narrowly escaped the final blow, the gray-white spiritual body was already much weaker, and the venom in his eyes was so strong that it was about to condense into a solid body and pierce Hidekiri's body.

Possessing such a powerful saber technique, there is an unmistakable ancient elegance in his actions. Unlike the guys trained in the dojos of the youth group, every move and every style of his has a chill that walks on the lifeblood. If this fox had hair, it must have been erected because of the subtle and dignified killing intent.

"Huh? Me?" Higiri smiled softly and sweetly like a naive young man, "Ah, I forgot my nickname before Killing Oni - I am Genji's treasure, Hikiri. Zengzai Ibaraki Doji With one arm, I killed ghosts at the Toyin Bridge, and today, I will fulfill my duty of protecting the Patriarch, and I will take your life here."

"I am the colorless king, you can't kill me, never—"

The blade with an elegant and graceful arc pierced the air, and it seemed that the sound of the rain in his ears was suddenly amplified, and the noise was unbearable, occupying all his mind, and only the light of the knife fell in front of him.

"Huh?" Although Mustache couldn't touch the real thing, He Wushi didn't have a real shape. He clearly felt that his knife had hit the fox, but after the blade passed, there was nothing in place.

"Run away?" He put the knife back into its sheath, looked down at the ground, and then looked up at the surroundings. Pedestrians with umbrellas came and went, and new advertisements were repeatedly played on the light screen. There was no trace of the opponent anywhere.

"What an amazing ghost." Mustache's slightly upturned eyes were stained with a touch of coldness.

Oh right, what did he just say his name was?

Well... forgot, it shouldn't be something important.

Thinking of this, Higakiri turned and walked towards the Pillar Tower in a relaxed manner.

When he went back, what he saw was the Patriarch who had woken up.

He didn't wake up for three days, but he woke up within 10 minutes of his departure.

Even Hishikiri couldn't maintain the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Moreover, a man whom he had never seen before appeared beside the bed.

Before he could say anything, the man in the dark blue uniform suddenly looked up.

His eyes didn't focus on Higakiri, but he still stopped at the door accurately and persistently, and the deep pressure rushed over.

Hidekiri noticed that his hand had unconsciously rested on the saber at his waist.

...very keen instincts, a very powerful man.he thought so.

"Mr. Jinguji? Please wait a moment, there seems to be someone there."

Even Jingujiizumi didn't expect Munakata Reiji to have such a strong intuition that he noticed something was wrong the moment Hidekiri entered the door.

"No...don't be so nervous." Jinguji glanced at Zongxiang thoughtfully, as expected of King Qing.

"Oh, listen to Lord Jinguji, do you know that person?"

Munakata's hand was still on the "Sirius", but the vigilance around him became much weaker, and a white light flashed on the lens.

"It's mine..." Jingujiquan suddenly got stuck, what should I say?Although the power of the king is very unscientific, but Fu Sangshen seems to be even more unscientific?It's ridiculous to think of gods in this age of technology...

He thought for a moment, Mustache had already walked to his bed, bent his body, a few strands of blond hair fell to cover his sight, his voice was deliberately lowered, with a gentle and ambiguous voice: "Patriarch?"

Jingujiquan then continued the previous sentence: "...my sword."

"Sword?" Munakata Reisi didn't know what he thought of. This word can be bestowed by all the superiors on the most trusted subordinates, and the sword he met has the power to be vigilant even the king, and it can even hide the body , really, even Munakata would be moved by the sharpness.

"Is it a ninja? Or an outsider? Some kind of supernatural power...?" Munakata's untimely thirst for knowledge began to flare up again, and he began to seriously guess.

Listening to his guess, Jinguji ran farther and farther, raised his hand, and put it on the handle of the knife at Hakiri's waist.

Fu Sangshen, who was touched by the knife on his body, completely relaxed, allowing the head of the family to pull out the once famous ghost-slaying knife.

The spiritual power flowed into the blade with the touch. In Munakata's eyes, Jingu Jiquan just held something in the air, and then bit by bit, the knife, which was called a work of art, was pulled out from the void.

Elegant and smooth blade, smooth curve, sharp blade, a long buzzing sound when it comes out of the scabbard, like the deep echo of an ancient clock, piercing through the air from the long years, cutting off all impetuousness in the air, The smiles of ladies in ancient times and the wind and sand of the battlefield came here together.

It was like a glimpse of a god.

Jingujiizumi held Hikakiri, his eyes lingered on the sword, and Fusangshen, who was vibrating the sword, said softly and solemnly: "This is a famous sword cast in the Heian period. There is a legend of Liqiao killing ghosts, which is unparalleled in sharpness and famous all over the world."