[Comprehensive] Honmaru in the tail can't hide

Swords are born to be held and used to kill enemies.

Many years ago, the man who dug himself out of the snake's tail was confident and flamboyant, and he branded Amazono Yunjian with his brand.

A brand imprisoned the sword for thousands of years.

Just because the first owner of Tiancongyun Sword was the pioneer of Heianjing, he opened up space, even though he has long since disappeared, he left a shelter and countless legends for future generations, and was regarded as a "god" by a plane characters.

While holding the Ten Fist Sword, he also regarded the Tian Congyun Sword as his possession, so no one dared to hold this sword for countless hours after he disappeared.

"I've been waiting for……"

Chong——!

The long sword held in Mineji Sakai's hand suddenly raised spontaneously, resisting the fierce knife that was slashing at him for the exhausted young man.

The cold weapons collided and clanked, and the hasty collision at this moment seemed to be just an enemy's imagination. Before he had time to laugh at the kid's continuous strength in front of him, he saw a cold and snowy light, and the splashed blood filled his life. The last scene seen.

Sakai Mineji stared blankly at the aggressive enemy who raised his knife and wanted to split him, and fell down in a daze. The opponent's eyes were wide open until he died, as if he didn't understand why he was hit by a strange long sword. For two.

In fact, he, the person holding the sword, didn't understand either.

He grasped the long sword tightly in desperation, but at this moment he was shocked to find that the hideous bone spurs on the handle had penetrated deeply into the palm of his hand, and blood oozed from countless wounds. It seemed to be alive and squirming, greedily sucking the blood that reached the mouth, and even the entire sword was shining brightly.

"Uhhhh-"

Sakai Mineji frightenedly tried to pull the sword out of his hand with the other hand, but found in vain that this would only make it more tightly adsorbed!

On this battlefield that was set on fire by the villains, a thin layer of cold sweat rose from his back.

So weird!

This knife not only has a strange origin, but it is also very strange when used!

It seems that it is not a cold sword that is held and fought by people. In its steel body, there seems to be a unique soul hidden, which makes the sword alive.

Make it spontaneously choose behaviors that are beneficial to itself.

The hustle and bustle of the surrounding battlefields continued, but the bloody battle belonging to Corporal Sakai Mineji of the White Tigers had cooled down.

His soul seemed to be floating outside his body, and he calmly watched "himself" rampage through the crowd with the long sword that cut iron like mud in his hand.

Even a sword can cut it off easily, why not be afraid of being vulnerable to a single blow, even if a long sword is instinctively trying to slash without any rules, beheading is still an easy task.

The dark clouds drifting from afar once again shrouded the sky of the battlefield, and there was a cold and solemn breath in the wind, and a heavy rain came quietly.

The heavy rain extinguished the fire that had ignited in the city, and the remaining ruins had long since been smoky and charred into charcoal-like black. As far as the eye could see, corpses were strewn all over the place.

The enemy faded away after the onslaught, leaving behind a field of corpses.

Even give the old and weak, women and children, and the sick and disabled a chance to breathe in the city.

Sakai Mineji Rough|Kneeling on the ground gasping for breath, mixed with the rain, dust, and blood all over his body, he looks like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Being manipulated by a long sword, he almost killed a bloody path.

The numbness of the killing, the pain of being penetrated into the flesh and blood by the bone spur on the hilt seemed to have faded a lot, and when the sword was killing people, it did not consider the weariness of the holder at all, so Sakai Mineji could not stand up at all at this time .

- It's a good knife.

Even after experiencing such slashing, the blade does not curl, and the flesh and filth cannot stay on the snow-white blade.It is the cleanest thing in the world.

"How, can the killing be fun?"

In a trance, the cries and shouts in his ears had gone away, and Minaji Sakai struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't raise his head to see clearly.

Only the dark and light stepping on the blood-stained dark brown land stood before his eyes.

"what are you?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Sakai Mineji felt that his voice was terribly dry, but this battle did consume a lot of his energy.If the person in front of him at this moment did not appear, he must have passed out long ago.

"What do you think I am?" Tian Congyunjian laughed lightly, knelt down, and pinched the young man's jaw, so roughly that he had to see clearly.

"I will block countless injuries for you on the battlefield, and will also put you in danger and may die at any time. What do you say I am?" Fu Sangshen gently brushed his messy hair away, revealing a dazed expression. With a handsome face, he whispered, "What I am depends on how you use it."

"Look, if it weren't for me, you would have been cut in half by the enemy at the beginning, but now the one who fell on the ground was the one who swung the knife at you."

Amazono Yunjian smiled, while breaking Sakai Mineji's fingers off the handle one by one, his actions were not gentle, and even caused bloody wounds to be pulled out of the boy's bloody palms once again. .

He gripped the sword so tightly that even after he let go, his hand was shaking all the time.

"However, this sword that makes you invincible is really too difficult to use! Pick it up a few times, and one day it may become crippled."

"But it's good to be crippled, at least you won't die, won't you?" Tian Congyunjian caressed the hideous hilt with his fingers, like a long sword with fangs stretched out by a ferocious beast, dormantly dormant at this moment , restraining all its rebellious bones, like a harmless little beast.

"The war always ends anyway. You're still the hero who survived."

"Can you really survive?" Sakai Mineji smiled wryly, "Even if you are a god, you can't change the war."

"It can't change the war, but it can change your destiny."

Tian Congyunjian lied quietly.

Changing the fate of Sakai Mineji... Of course it is a fake.

This guy seemed to be blessed by the heavens, and he would not have died in this war. Even if he got involved to make him survive, as long as he was alive in the end, it probably wouldn't attract the time retrograde army.

Amazono Yunjian, who had memorized the materials long ago, clearly remembered that many of the materials that Foxnosuke gave him were written with reference to the letters left by a historical researcher called "Mineji Sakai". This person who can live for a long time is will not die in this war.

"No matter how powerful you say, you are just a knife after all." Sakai Mineji's eyes were burning, but his next words were very aggressive, "This kind of thing that will be eliminated by the times, no matter how fast you swing it, it is impossible to block it. A tiny bullet!"

Obsolete by the times...things.

If he was really eliminated like this, how could he be awakened in the distant future to be a god of swordsmanship and be able to fight in the battlefield?

"According to what you said, what are those souls who died under the knife?" Tian Congyunjian smiled and looked at the young man, his attitude was very gentle, as if he was facing the unreasonableness of an ignorant child, and treated him patiently.

Sakai Mineji closed his mouth.

"Ah, someone is coming." Fu Sangshen's figure began to fade, and only those favored by fate saw him from the beginning to the end. Before the young man fell into a coma, he murmured softly.

"If you want, you can wake me up at any time. This time, it's free for the time being. In the future, you will have to use your soul in exchange."

When it was held again, the long sword that stabbed the knife holder resolutely restrained the bony spurs on its hilt.

For the time being, I chose the dormant Fu Sangshen.