[Comprehensive Manga] Under the Feather Clothes God

"Quba."

The white luminous character '纴' appeared in front of him, Bishamon above the sky grasped the purple long whip that appeared in the palm of his hand and threw it high, and the sharp metal head of the long whip instantly inserted into the invisible barrier.

There was no cracking sound as expected, Bishamon raised his hand again, and the shortened long whip returned to his hand.

The barrier with cracks turned into thin smoke, and joined together again perfectly.

"An eye-obstructing thing..." Bishamon narrowed his purple vertical pupils with a sharp gleam, "Qiba!"

The single-edged sword slashed fiercely at the barrier, and the silver light of the barrier flowed, even shaking the ground.

"Then, who is that?!" The vibration from the sky finally attracted the attention of the boys downstairs. Looking up, in the air, a woman with long golden hair flying wildly was sitting on the back of a lion, with purple vertical pupils. Looking down.

"A flying lion?!"

"Perverted half-naked girl?!"

"... Bishamonten?"

"Wait, minister, what did you just say?" Taocheng plucked his ears to show that he didn't hear clearly, "Bishamonten? The Bishamonten among the Seven Lucky Gods?"

"The possibility is 0%. According to records, the image of Bishamonten is mostly a military general in armor, with a face of anger and fear."

"You can still analyze the data in this situation, why are you so calm?"

The heavy lenses reflected light for a while, reflecting Buer's squinted eyes without any fluctuation, Gan pushed the glasses pretending to be calm: "Where is there."

In the sky, Bishamon, who was stopped in his tracks, had a serious look on his brows, and he held the single-edged sword with both hands and slashed it with all his strength: "I want to see how long this turtle shell can last."

The barrier swayed, and the silver brilliance became more and more prominent. Not long after, a crack quietly appeared.

"Qiba! The last blow!"

The whole swung sword fell into the barrier, and fine cracks spread instantly at the tip of the sword.

boom--

The barrier exploded, and the ground was shattered.

"This is not a place where you can mess around, Bishamon." Yuyi jumped down from the top floor pressing the skirt of Qing's school uniform that flew upwards, and waved his hand, and the broken light on the ground turned into smoke and condensed again.

The enchantment, which has shrunk countless times, now only covers the mansion and everyone downstairs, and it is more detailed and harder.

"Let's talk about something after leaving here."

"Leave?" Bishamon jumped down from the lion seat, his purple eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly, but the tall figure walked slowly, "Let Yato come out, new hatred and old hatred, this time—— "

Bishamon raised his eyes suddenly: "I want to show you how to cut people with artifacts!"

"We... Wella?" Zhao Ma, who was driven out of the house, saw the woman who shouldn't be here, and slightly opened her dark green eyes, "How could you—"

"Sure enough, she's an idiot." Yeto couldn't help but "tss", "You can follow me wherever I go, that's enough."

"Yato..." Bishamon glanced at Zhaoma next to Yato, with neither sad nor happy expression, "It's okay to give Zhaoma to you, and it's okay to let him become Nora, but you are a fake that deceives the gods, this time, I will get rid of you, including your name, without leaving any memory."

"Wella!"

"Cutter! Counter! Maximum output!"

"Zhaoma, although the barrier has been set up, please just in case." After Yuyi quickly turned around and instructed Zhaoma, he reached out to Yato, "Come here, Yeji!"

Wrapped in white light, Yato turned into a beam of light that twisted and rose into the sky, and finally shot into Yu Yi's hand to become a snow-white long knife.

The bullets fired by the two guns with bright yellow flames hit the ground like small explosive bombs that exploded.

"Is there no limit if Zhaoma is not around? Bishamon!" Somewhat difficult to resist the storm-like attack, Yuromo cut some bullets in half with a blade and approached, "Fighting here, you want to kill the other side? Is it completely involved!"

"Sacred weapon?" Bishamon glanced at the white ribbon blade in Yuyi's hand, his pupils stood up slightly.

"Bishamon, get out of here."

"I don't care what god you are, and I don't care why Yato became your divine weapon." The lion jumped up, and Bishamon swung his whip down on the lion's back, "In short, this humble god who loves disasters must be killed today. will be cut in my hands."

[Don't involve outsiders in the grievances between us! ]

"What are you still complaining about!" Hearing Yato's voice, Bishamon switched to two guns, "You evil spirit who destroyed my entire family, why...why did you kill them all! Give me back my artifact !!!”

The multiple bullets fired by the counter pierced Yu Yi's chest in an instant, forming a huge hole in his chest, without the slightest splash of blood, Yu Yi turned into a ball of flames and dissipated directly on the spot.

In the next second, thick smoke rose to block Bishamon's sight, and then suddenly condensed to form a huge criss-crossing net.

"Since you don't want to go—"

A mass of red flames sprang up in the center of the net, Yui sat in the center in a gorgeous kimono, and her jet-black hair was scattered all over the ground through the gap.

"Then I'll see you off myself."

Yuyi raised his head, his bright red eyes were like burning flames.

"Shoot her!"

The smoke suddenly turned into fine long needles and fell from the sky, and the shining silver was like a thousand arrows.

"We must stop them, the battle between the gods...it's terrible." Zhaoma looked out through the barrier and looked out at the messy ground, "Weina! I can't fight with Yato and the others! If this continues, it will become a mess." Get out of hand!"

"It's almost the same as watching a large-scale 3D mythological movie in a movie theater." Kirihara swallowed and pinched himself, "I must be dreaming, haha... hiss, it hurts."

"What's the situation now." Yukimura, who had been looking at Yuyi, suddenly came back to his senses, "Don't you think there is a way to stop it, Zhao Ma-kun?"

"There is no way to intervene." Zhao Ma looked at the increasingly fierce battle outside in a daze, "There has never been such a life-and-death battle for so long before... Who on earth, who is behind the scenes, triggered the battle of gods?!"

"War of gods?" Xiang Riyue pointed to the two people, one black and one red, "Zhao Ma-kun means that the fight outside is two gods, the long golden hair riding a lion, even Aiba-san? "

"Well, the blond one is my master, Bishamonten, the strongest warrior." Zhaoma replied, "But the Aiba-san you are talking about—"

"It's Aiba Yuyi, the God of Misfortune Tsunichi."

"Is it a disaster for the Sun God?" Zhao Ma muttered to herself.

Even if the two famous gods die, they will not completely perish, so the ultimate purpose of the instigator behind it is... "Change, change?"

"The scorpion!"

Bishamon swung his single-edged sword and chopped it down. After stretching into a very thin width, the silver thread couldn't withstand the attack and cracked inch by inch.

[Are you okay, Hagoromo? ]

"Are you okay..." Bishamon's attack from above was about to fall again, Yuyi hurriedly rolled aside from the pit holding the long knife, "This is a concrete floor, my old waist."

"You can dodge quite well." Bishamon pulled out the big sword that was inserted into the ground, and smashed Yuyi, who was trying to resist, on the tree trunk beside him.

Swallowing the sweetness coming up from his throat, Yuromo stood up while supporting the broken tree trunk: "Bishamon's fighting power is too strong, I'm afraid it won't work like this, Yato, we will find the right time to lure her to the nearby mountain later. "

"Go to hell, Yatogami!" Violet vertical pupils burst into piercing brilliance, and Bishamon rushed forward with sword in both hands, but stopped in the middle of the gallop.

"Right now, Yato, let's go!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Before he could go a few steps, Bishamon screamed in pain, Yuyi stopped and turned his head, and found that Bishamon was wrapped in a brown-red sand stream: "This is... Godfall?! "

Yuki hurriedly took a few steps back.

"W-how could it be..." Bishamon knelt on the ground, his golden hair lowered his head to hide his unbelievable face.

[It’s not because you are constantly stabbed by artifacts that you look embarrassed. ] Yato replied, [Are you looking for a prisoner, this is a good show in your family. ]

"Warrior." After taking a few breaths, Bishamon stood up tremblingly, "Attack."

"...Miss?"

Bishamon raised his head suddenly: "As long as you kill Yato, everyone will be saved!"

[…This stupid woman. ]

"Hahahahaha." Under the shade of the tree, Lu Ba suddenly laughed loudly, "Did you see Nora? Bishamon's embarrassed appearance."

"I'm back, Luba." Nora raised the corners of his lips.

"Of course. At least come back and witness with your own eyes—the appearance of Bishamon, the master of false names, before his death."

"After the fall of the Bishamon God, the fighting power is even stronger." Yu Yi, who was beaten into the air again, just lay down like this, "It's still comfortable to lie down..."

[Hello!Bishamon is calling! ]

"Ah~ Got it." Yuyi turned his face sideways, and swiped the big sword directly against his cheek.

"Your condition has deteriorated." Yuyi looked at the whites of Bishamon's eyes that had turned dark gray, "It's better to calm down first."

When the snipe and the clam are fighting, she doesn't want anyone to take advantage of her behind her back.

[Don't waste your time, she can't listen anymore. ]

Bishamon roared angrily and raised his sword again. A blood-red eyeball on the wide blade suddenly opened, and then densely spread to the entire blade.

The pores of the feather coat stood up.

"Mr. Zhaoma." Xiba directly withdrew from the battle circle and came to the enchantment formed by the smoke, "Missy has completely lost her mind, what should we do now? Mr. Zhaoma!"

"Now..." Zhao Ma was at a loss for words.

"Come on the koji!" Bishamon raised his hand, and the long whip appeared in his hand again. The koji swung down, and the bricks on the ground shattered to the ground again.

Bishamon raised a somewhat bloodthirsty smile, with a big sword in his left hand and a long whip in his right, slowly walking towards Yuyi.

[Still in a daze!If this continues, Yuyi will really be hacked to death! ]

"I know that too." Yuyi stood up from the ground, "But Bishamon's destructive power is already very powerful, if I let it go, the enchantment will not be able to hold on."

[So now, how long can your enchantment last. ]

"Probably...no problem."

[Let’s go all out, we can always solve it before the enchantment is destroyed, believe in yourself, or——believe in me! ]

"...If something goes wrong, I will definitely take you to sink in Tokyo Bay, Yato, please remember!"

The flames that sprang up from the soles of the feet converged to the back and instantly spread out three pairs of fire wings, and the six wings burning with flames whipped up a gust of wind.

"So fast!" Bishamon hurriedly raised his big sword to resist, with a slight force in his hand, Yuyi disappeared from his eyes and appeared from behind.

Bishamon turned around, but Yuyi appeared behind her one step faster than her.

boom--

Bishamon was kicked to the ground by Yuyi, and the huge force directly drew a broken mark on the ground.

"Why does your combat power increase so much?"

"It is because of their gentleness that I want to become stronger." Yuyi looked back at the enchantment, and his blood-red eyes softened a little, "You can understand this feeling, although I am not a warrior, but sometimes, I am invincible."

"Calm down a little bit now." Yuyi patted the dusty kimono distressedly, "Can you listen to me, I've been holding back for a long time."

Yuki took a deep breath.

"You've been tricked by someone, you single-celled idiot!!!"

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