save the judge

Darkness has always existed only in the chat topics of Fu Sangshen in his spare time. It is something that is closely related to them and incompatible with them, revealing the coldness of death and suffocation.

From the day they opened their eyes in Honmaru, they naturally knew that their lives had such an ending.

Many god judges privately speculate that the mechanism of dark fall is a warning given by Shizheng to deal with the gods in order to protect the god judges, similar to implanting some kind of spiritual destruction spell in their bodies , When they kill their lord with their own hands or their thinking falls below the line of reason, this spell will be activated, sending them to the end of their decline.

This guess is well-founded. After all, apart from the sword Fusangshen produced by Shizheng, how can there be any reason why gods are responsible for the life and death of human beings?

But if you know it, you know, no one will really bring up related topics in front of the Fusangshen so blankly, although they may not be unhappy, but they treat themselves like others, and no human being likes to talk about their dark side with others.

Sanriyue seemed to have escaped suddenly from the suffocation of drowning, the whole person jumped out of the quilt, her hair was disheveled and her face was pale, she subconsciously reached out to grab the body knife she had placed beside her pillow.

The feeling of the surging spiritual power released by Gao Longshen hitting him still seems to be still there, the pain of being twisted and twisted in all internal organs, forcing him to open his mouth and want to vomit, but fortunately he didn't He didn't really spit out anything, and this feeling quickly receded like a tide, as if the big battle in the Frost Palace just now was just a dream of his.

If it is a dream, this dream is too ups and downs and a little scary.

Sanriyue estimated that her spiritual power should have collapsed the moment she was fatally injured, and returned to her main body. If this is the case, there is actually no need to worry too much about those colleagues who fought together. The problem is the lord...

He raised his hand to push back the dark blue hair that fell in front of his eyes, picked up the body knife casually, didn't bother to change his clothes, and went out in a set of loose pajamas.

The moment he opened the door, he realized that it was already bright outside, and the high and low chirping of birds could be heard from the courtyard, and the frightened deer was diligently diverting water, making circles of ripples. There didn't seem to be many people in the building. He woke up just in time for the battle, and the large troops were working, and the building suddenly seemed empty.

But soon he met someone, the two inseparable partners of the Xinxuan group walked over noisyly, and when they saw him, they showed a surprised look: "Eh? Sanriyuedian? Why do you—"

Their eyes turned around on Sanriyue's clothes.

They have also heard about how unreliable this beauty representative of the Heian era is in his personal life. It is said that he has reached the point where he can't dress himself.

However, the Sanjo family has always been harmonious. Ishikimaru has a good temper, Imamu has a lively personality, and Xiaohumaru is gentle and reliable. They are all helpful types. Grandpa is very good at meeting people when he goes out.

what is it today?Santiao's family is lazy on the bed together. Has no one dressed him?

Three days later, I realized that my current description seemed a bit out of order, but this extremely egoistic guy would not be affected by other people's eyes, but looked back with a calm expression: "Oh, yes An Ding and Qing Guang, are you in the lineup for today?"

California Qingguang pulled his long scarf, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, his delicate face was blushing and he couldn't utter a word, it was Yamato Mamoru who poked his waist and spoke for him: "It's a horse!" Now, let’s go back now, is there anything we can do for Sanriyue Palace?”

Sanriyue paused for a moment: "There's nothing else... Is the lord all right?"

It’s okay not to mention this, but as soon as this is mentioned, California Qingguang’s expression becomes visibly sluggish: “Aren’t you following the main hall all the time…”

The black-haired knife-throwing tone was filled with sourness and complaints, and then he was stabbed in the waist by Yamato Shou'an and flattened his mouth again, before answering Sankayue's question: "I'm still sleeping... But last night, the spiritual power of Honmaru fluctuated It was very violent, and it just stabilized, Yaoyan speculated that something happened in the main hall, and took people to Shizheng early this morning."

Speaking of this, a trace of worry flashed in California Qingguang's eyes.

Before Sanriyue asked more, they heard a loud noise from the back room, accompanied by a panicked voice: "Anijia!"

Sankaiyue's expression froze, and he rushed towards the source of the sound. California Qingguang and Yamato Shou'an were still at a loss, and when they regained consciousness, Taidao Fusangshen's figure had disappeared around the corner.

What's it like to have a knife held to your throat by a loved one?

This hypothetical scenario, which can be called a joke, is what Kemaru will face as soon as he opens his eyes today.

Unlike Higakiri and the others, he has been held hostage by Minamoto Raimitsu in Genji's mansion, waiting peacefully for the Patriarch and Anika to pick him up.In fact, he didn't wait long, it was around noon the next day, when the morning eclipse was over but not before the evening eclipse, a strong suction engulfed him, trying to drag him somewhere.

Kagemaru was taken aback, but this feeling was neither strange nor unfamiliar. He also experienced such a shock when he returned to Honmaru from another time and space with the Patriarch last time. Although he didn't know what happened to the Patriarch, But presumably it was calling him back.

So Keimaru obediently did not resist, and let the force pull him in.

The feeling of being sucked into a vortex is very strange, like your head is still here, but the arm falls on the other side of the universe, and the next second it is the thigh there, and the arm is somewhere else... In short, the feeling that the body parts were being transported all over the world was really uncomfortable. Knemaru closed his eyes and waited for the end of this somewhat terrifying process, then he felt the soft quilt under his body.

The tip of his nose is a faint fragrance that he is very familiar with. The smell of laundry detergent used in this pill, mixed with the dry and warm smell of the sun, instantly soothed his heart.

Ah, yes, he had just finished drying the quilt the morning he was summoned to the Heian era.

The warm quilt wrapped him, making Xiwan not want to move for a moment.

But the next second he came back to his senses, eagerly opened his eyes to look for his brother - it should be on the other side, as long as he turned his head, he could see it...

Kagemaru couldn't turn his head.

The sharp and cold long knife was pressed against his neck, and there was a faint cyan halo flowing on the too sharp blade, together with the dazzling white light refracted from the knife, it almost made the knee ball lose its ability to respond.

He is very familiar with the Zhen Dao, but he is a little afraid to recognize the person holding the sword.

Kemaru widened his eyes in a daze, looking at the half-kneeling man beside him, holding a knife in one hand, with his back bent.

A head of short light golden hair that just reached his ears, but now it meanders and falls on the quilt. The golden color seems to have faded, and it has become white as snow. Against his pale and frightening complexion, there is a kind of Almost transparent texture.

Before Kemaru expressed any exclamation about the change in his hair, he was stunned by those eyes.

Genji's pair of twin swords has not experienced a long time of separation since the day they were forged. Although they have not belonged to the same master for a long time, they are always lucky enough to see each other a few times .

In his impression, this elder brother who was born before him has the most powerful strength and the gentlest wisdom. Although he often does some incomprehensible things--but since it is Anika's behavior, it must be There is his reason!

This was the first time he had seen his elder brother look at him like this.

Cold, cruel, full of killing intent.

In the amber-golden pupils, strands of dark red were turned, dyeing the beautiful and transparent gentle golden color into an inorganic substance as sharp as frost and snow.

For a moment, Kagemaru even wanted to blurt out and ask "Who are you".

But he gritted his teeth.

He would not fail to recognize his brother's appearance, even if Mustache didn't speak or smile, and even his appearance changed, he could recognize him intuitively.

But how could his elder brother look at him like this? !

The shock was only momentary. Fu Sangshen, who was being pointed at by the knife, raised his leg sensitively and kicked Higiri's hand holding the knife. The other hand had already reached for the knife on his pillow. He had to pull his foot back a bit, and when he swung the knife up again, he met the knife that was out of the sheath from the knee ball.

The two swords with similar appearances collided crazily. Keimaru only defended but did not attack, and he didn't know what happened. He just tried hard to regain Hikakiri's sanity, and continuously slashed at his younger brother's Fusangshin. Without saying a word, the dark red under his eyes became more and more turbulent, like waves hitting everything he saw in front of him.

The blade clanged, and the metal smell was like poison, making the delirious young man even more excited. He showed a slightly distorted smile, bit his lips with two canine teeth, and bit out scarlet blood as if he didn't know the pain. .

"Anijia?! What's wrong with you!" Keimaru yelled his brother's name in vain, and at the same time tried his best to block Na Zhen's knife that slashed at his neck again.

——He really didn't hold back.

When he realized this, he wanted to cry a little.

"Higakiri!" Fu Sangshen, with thin green hair, lost his usual patience and gentleness towards his elder brother, and shouted his name furiously.

A strand of white hair fell on his blade and was cut off easily.

The Taidao that was originally cutting towards the waist of the knee ball had a slight pause, and then deviated from the course suddenly, stabbed hard into the wooden cabinet, and moved forward in a destructive way, the splintered sawdust and the scratched wall flew away All over the sky, the loud bang made Kagemaru deaf for a moment.

In this cloud of dust, Kemaru caught his brother's body that suddenly stiffened.

"A-Negar?" He carefully resumed his usual tone.

The young man with his back turned to him bent down, and stabbed his own body knife into the tatami with one hand, leaving almost tragic knife marks on the ground, most of the snow-white wall peeled off, and all the furniture was not spared. The culprit of everything, like a child, slowly slid to the ground, supporting his body with a knife, his whole body trembling.

"Anijia?" Kewan blankly stood in the middle of the mess with a knife in his hand, looking at him.

A mutation occurred—a very light black-gray smoke completely enveloped Mustakiri, twisting around his body like a poisonous snake, Fu Sangshen's hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly increased strength, the back of the snow-white hand The blue veins on the upper body were tense, and the nails seemed to be pinched into the handle of the knife. Two pieces were torn alive, and blood immediately dripped down the handle.

Kemaru reflexively moved forward, his hand holding the knife was still trembling, and another fear seized him—he recognized the mist.

The mist full of gloomy emotions seemed to announce the end of Fu Sangshen's life, and it was one of the signs of the beginning of the dark fall.

dark fall?

how can that be possible……

Obviously he was fine yesterday, brother just went out with the Patriarch, it's just as simple as that...

Fu Sangshen, who was kneeling on the ground, twitched, and let out an incoherent roar from his throat, like the wailing of a trapped animal. Snow-white bone spurs mercilessly pierced through his body, bloody, killing the handsome and beautiful Fu Sangshen. Sangshen has become something neither human nor ghost. His lips are pale and his eyes are scarlet. The spiritual power in his body wraps around his internal organs, smashed and reassembled over and over again, and the clear spiritual power is gradually replaced by filth and heavy. , Fu Sangshen's plaster-like pale face, two lines of tears of blood flowed down.

The curtain door was violently split open, and the fusangshen who heard the movement and broke into it were shocked to the point of speechlessness. The Taidao who was kneeling on the ground slowly turned his face towards them, and pulled a crazy and fierce smile——

devil.

This was the first word that came to mind of all Fu Sangshen.

The evil ghost climbing up from hell probably looks like this. The whole person is as pale as snow, colder than ice and snow, and lighter than flying feathers, but with just a smile, people can see everything in the world. malicious.

It's -- unbelievable.

The swords of the Heian era have the most indomitable will honed by time, and Hikakiri is the representative of egoism among them, and things that can make him fall...

San Riyue knew the most and was the quickest to react. He only had to pause for a moment to understand what had happened, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Higakiri-den?"

Hearing his name, the half-kneeling ghost raised his face and clenched the knife in his hand.

The wind suddenly rose.

The two vibrating knives collided together and splashed bright sparks. Sanriyue retreated suddenly and jumped down the courtyard. Mustache followed after him. More and more colleagues were attracted by this movement, and the corridor was soon full of silent people. Pay the gods.

The evil ghost who lost his mind went on attacking blindly, steadfastly resisting Mikazuki's knife, desperately exchanging wounds for wounds to make the other party bloody, this kind of frenzied fighting style that Higakiri would never adopt when he was calm, Sankaiyue swung a knife to block the blow, and saw the scarlet glow in Hidekiri's eyes from a close distance.

The Fusangshen of the Santiao family also rushed over, seeing the situation here from a distance, their hearts sank, but more troublesome things appeared.

The time converter in the courtyard emitted a thin golden light, and Fu Sangshen, a dagger with black hair and purple pupils, stepped out. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes changed, as if he was subconsciously about to turn behind him. The person pushed back, but it was empty.

The man in uniform still held a cigarette in one hand, glanced into the courtyard, and fixed his eyes on Higakiri.

"Dark Fallen Fusangshen?" A hoarse voice murmured, and he put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist.

"I didn't expect to come to see a patient, but I still have to work..." The man muttered impatiently, looking at Huqiri with indifferent and cold eyes.

Dark Fallen Fusangshen, don't rush to ask the reason, it's the same after breaking it, anyway... no matter what the reason is, they will never be left behind.