Acting as a sword, forced to "fall in the dark".

Don't look at Shibai who looks very imposing and powerful now, but he just subconsciously pretends to be handsome. In fact, he doesn't know what happened here.Shibai just followed the address provided by Central Plains Zhongye, but as soon as he arrived at the destination, he saw this open space surrounded by subspace.

When fighting against the gravity of Zhongya in the Central Plains before, Shibai said that he is not strong enough, otherwise let alone gravity, he can even cut through the space to see - in a sense, he is probably a perfectionist Shibai, after realizing this, has already started to practice this matter very quickly.

Of course, Shibai's body is not a real sword. His understanding of sword art and kendo comes more from the sword fusangshen of his own Honmaru, as well as the instinct of this body.Even if Shibai has been practicing sword skills for 100 years, he is definitely not as good as these Fusangshen whose body is a weapon, let alone the matter of cutting gravity and space.

Shibai used the incantations he learned during his time as a god judge, and then simulated the sword's sword energy, experimenting bit by bit in his spare time.

Originally, Shibai thought that this thing would not be used in a short period of time, and could only be regarded as a backhand or a means of disguising the sword to pay the gods—who knew, it would just come in handy today?

Sure enough, many times it is right to prepare in advance.

"—Well, as expected, only Chuya is more respectful at this time. Whether it is Mr. Lan Tang or Mr. Dazai, they are too shameless." Shibai put down the knife and joked casually.The space that was originally cut by him also silently merged at the moment he revealed his figure.

Lan Tang is a member of Hong Kong gangsters, a member of the quasi-cadres, so Shibai still knows each other.

Too pure white appears in this red space, like a drop of black ink abruptly spilled on a piece of white paper, which is particularly conspicuous.

"It's not just a dwarf." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Although I probably guessed that Mr. Tsurumaru would appear, this appearance really surprised me."

I have read the same script too many times, but [Tsurumaru Kuninaga] is different. The future written by him is something Dazai Osamu who got the book has never seen.

It's like a boring person who took a not-so-interesting story and read it over and over several times until he could memorize the story. When he opened the book again, he found that There are some differences in the details.

Although it is not such an amazing adaptation, it has indeed been changed and is different, no matter how slight it is, it will make people's eyes shine.

The appearance of Shibai, in the eyes of the current Osamu Dazai, probably is such an existence.

"Really?" Shibai didn't think too much about it. He always prefers to concentrate on doing something wholeheartedly. Now, the one who attracted all his attention is the old man with the scythe.

Facing the familiar face that should have appeared in hell, Shibai made a slightly mocking smile, "It's so pitiful, my leader."

"You summoned me five years ago, you would never have thought that today would happen, right?" The depths of the golden pupils seemed to reflect the crimson background at the moment, and the white hair also reflected this ominous color.

"Sin... What a sin, I never thought we would meet in this state in the end." The voice of the former leader was like two pieces of rubbing sandpaper, hoarse and unpleasant, he looked in Shibai's direction, but his expression didn't change much , still looking extremely calm, "Although I wanted to talk about the past before killing you, but with this body, it seems impossible to achieve..."

"Sure enough, I guessed right." Shibai looked at the ancestor's body with slightly pitiful eyes, "If the leader I know, he would have used the same— —or even more horrific ways to cut me to pieces, or to regain control of the port mafia..."

"However, similar to these methods, you have never done anything. At this time, I have already guessed." Shibai looked at Rimbaud's position, "Although I have changed the master several times, this leader is not what I want. The one who is willing to serve—but no matter what, I was once the sword of Hong Kong black.”

"Although I don't know why Lan Tang did what you did, but..."

Shibai raised his sword and flashed in front of the old man floating in the air at a speed that is difficult for human eyes to detect. The ancestor made a defensive action in an instant, and the sickle and sword collided, making a unique sound of iron. Shibai said , "Even if you die at my hands again, let me try my best to drag your body back to hell—it is more acceptable than being treated like a dog without dignity by outsiders now."

"Really? My mood is unexpectedly comfortable." The ancestor who was holding the sickle tightly let out a vague laugh, but Rimbaud was slightly puzzled and said inexplicably: "I don't understand, Mr. Tsurumaru. "

"The leader in front of you is no longer human. Although the personality and memory in front of you are still programmed in the current program, this is no longer the leader you know." Rimbaud said solemnly: "This soul It’s just waste paper attached to supernatural powers, this body is just an automatic puppet with no heart or self-awareness.”

"I've known about this kind of thing for a long time—" Shibai swung his knife vigorously, exuding a clear and sharp spiritual power, and when he struck, it condensed into a crane-like knife energy that was visible to the naked eye. Looking at this piece of space, it seems to be surrounded by crane feathers. It looks beautiful, but in fact it is a killing array that people can't get close to.

But unexpectedly, any attack could not appear on the ancestors, because this space was completely controlled by Rimbaud, no matter how fast the attack was, it could not cause any damage to them.

"What a terrifying ability." Faced with such a state, Shibai could still raise a smile, "If I don't defeat you, I can't kill the ancestors again, but Lan Tang, you will never let me get close to you chance?"

While Shibai was attacking the ancestors, Rimbaud controlled the subspace and surrounded Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu with all his heart. Even if Osamu Dazai wanted to attack Rimbaud, even if Osamu Dazai wanted to make a move, he would not be able to attack Osamu Rimbaud—on the contrary, it would be impossible for Osamu Dazai to use his supernatural power to cause any damage to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai knew about this, and if no one cooperated, he would not be able to do anything now.So just like watching a play, Osamu Dazai sat on the ground as early as the beginning of the play, looking at Nakahara Nakaya like a bird bound in a small space, trying to escape and regain freedom ——a rather shoddy performance that probably nobody would be bored to watch except for him.

For Rimbaud who seemed to have not noticed anything wrong, Shibai chuckled lightly, "But, Lan Tang, do you still remember how I entered this space?"

When Rimbaud opened his eyes slightly, the crane feathers that surrounded the space but could not cause any harm to this space were imitated by sword energy and spiritual power, like a sharp sword, towards the surrounding The crimson space cut away.The silver-white light seemed to fill the space, and the clear and clean sound of the sword slashing resounded endlessly. Shibai stood where he was, controlling the release of his spiritual power.

Different from Dazai Osamu's ultimate anti-supernatural ability, Shibai now just wants to forcibly break open this space - pure and clear spiritual power surrounds all of this, and the originally flat space seems to be really about to shatter. The prelude to the split.As long as you persist for a while, it is not impossible to achieve a hundred goals.

But at this moment, Rimbaud sighed slightly, looked at Shibai's position, and said, "Mr. Tsurumaru, I don't want to do anything to you."

"You helped me a lot when I was in the Hong Kong gangsters, and I sincerely regard you as a companion." Rimbaud raised his head, seemingly calm, but there was the darkness that the mafia should have in his eyes . "Even though you may not be a member of Hong Kong and Heikhs now, in order to prevent you from telling what you have seen now, although I am a little embarrassed, I still ask you to die."

The leader of the previous generation floated high into the sky, and the silvery white light of death shone on the silver scythe.

The space was cut off - Shibai's idea was successfully realized.

But a step faster than this is the scythe that appeared on Shibai's neck.The front end of the sickle slashed across Shibai's chest who dodged in time, and the golden chain wrapped around Shibai's body was cut off, and the pure white clothes were stained with a thin layer of blood.

"Ah, you really scared me." Shibai took a step back a little later, his face finally took on a serious color: "Lantang Jun, your supernatural powers have surpassed the concept of human beings, right?"

"In this space, you can control everything...it's not just a simple space, but time is also included, right?" It's all too familiar.

Almost the moment Lan Bo made his hand, he immediately noticed this subtle change.

Rimbaud didn't mean to hide it. He probably thought that Shi Bai had no possibility of surviving. He explained bluntly: "Yes, Mr. Tsurumaru, my supernatural ability is called [Coloring Picture Collection]."

"I can obtain corpses in the subspace and make them supernatural, but at the same time, my subspace is a different world isolated from the normal space. I can control everything in the subspace."

"To manipulate space is to manipulate everything contained within."

Shibai leaned back tactically, his pupils dilated slightly, and the blood spread outward, staining the originally clean white clothes red. Shibai sighed: "This is really... an incredible ability."

The most important thing is that this ability is too suitable to be a tool for Shizheng - if he didn't know that it was impossible, he would have thought of skipping Shizheng and poaching the wall.

The author has something to say: Shibai: I really want to take this tool home, it’s so easy to use.

感谢在2020-05-0811:46:57~2020-05-0920:56:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Lanzi Tomioka;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Zhuang Yan 1;

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