[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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Mori Toshiro blocked the first cut to the first phase of the Dark Fallen Transformation, Ichishin and Odeno Tai Mitsuyo.But after all, he only came into the world for a short time, and his training level is one level, and the various values ​​​​have not been tempered by the "link" and are so low that human beings can break blades with their hands.But even so, he still used his own body to block the blow towards his brother.

Warm red blood splashed all over the floor.

If Tsunayoshi Sawada still has extra attention to look at the terminal on his wrist, the large red characters of [Mouri Toshiro] [Seriously Injured] will be displayed in front of his eyes.In terms of game terms, the remaining [first blood] is on the verge of [broken knife].But reality is not a game, it’s not about tapping the screen to “repair” and then pasting an “accelerator” and everything will be fine.

Ruan Ruan slipped into the arms of An Luo's elder brother, and the light purple pupils struggled to let out a gleam of brilliance.Before, the naughty and lively boy in the arms of the young God Judge, the Asakusa hair-colored military uniform gentleman who was dragged out by his brother with reluctance—Mori Toshiro, was covered in blood from the carotid artery to the side of the waist.The blood flowing from his body dyed the white gloves that Yiqi Yizhen always wore as his elder brother red, and he fell into the dust like a broken autumn butterfly.

Holding his weak upper body, the child with fresh and bright Asakusa hair rested his head gently on his brother's shoulder socket.There were white bony bone spurs, and the face, which was no longer full of vitality, leaned against the contact between the bone spurs and the cloth.Awataguchi Tachi, with blue hair, had two lines of tears slipping from his cool, dark pupils, silently.Softly bent his lips, he smiled more like the well-known Prince His Royal Highness at this time.

The black fangs painted on the face spread their fangs and claws, gradually covering the whole face, buried in the aqua-blue hair.Those who could still see the human form, such as the legs and feet, also changed into animal claws with the naked eye in a way that could be seen with the naked eye. The black boots that wrapped his straight and thin legs were broken by many bones.Yiqi, who was still barely maintaining his state of fusangshen, raised his eyes, his dark eyes were full of blood.

Thick tears of blood slowly slipped from the bottom of his eyes to his jaw, and the howls of pain that broke his heart and crazily blocked his throat, and finally all became hoarse roars.The great pain and grief tore at his soul and consciousness, dragging Yi Qi, who was already on the verge of falling into darkness, to leap forward without any scruples.Those who could still hold on, the stubborn will completely collapsed - he had buried too many swords of the Awataguchi family, but he was never in such despair.

If it is the younger brothers who have gone through the ups and downs of the fate of Honmaru, broken halberds and broken blades, sad and happy...that is the wrong choice they made, the wrong thing they did, and they will bear it together.But what did Maori do wrong?He doesn't understand anything, he was born in this world purely like a child, and he took the first immature step in the exploration of this world ignorantly - he even touched his bone spurs from the dark fall Every now and then, he would raise his face sadly and ask him quietly if he was in pain.

He is more qualified to smile in this world than anyone else.

But what—

Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, he couldn't see his expression.Putting down the light grass-haired child who had closed his eyes in his arms, he straightened his clothes with pink fingers, and wiped off the blood stains on that delicate and lovely face.His whole body is continuously exuding a dark and cold aura like a hostile time-traveling army and a violating envoy.There are many rumors in the market that the time-traveling army is the future of Daojian Fusangshen, and the inspection of non-violation is the past of Daojian Fusangshen. Although there is no official evidence, there is some truth to it.

Awataguchi Katachi's aqua-blue hair turned into snow-white, bluish-black face, and black pupils full of hatred.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he completely turned into a ghost.

"Is it painful?"

The softly spoken words of the murderer formed a strong and uncomfortable contrast with the beautiful appearance distorted by hatred.

There were onlookers, and the screaming female god judge turned around and buried her face in the arms of Sword Fusangshen beside her, trembling.But the instigator, the female appraiser, remained indifferent, as if she had long expected that it would become what it is now.

Her knife was meant to be slashed at Yiqi Yishin, and it was an accident that Mori Toshiro would hit her knife himself.

But that's really nothing.

The interrogator who caused the accident without any apology had a cold expression on her face. She was very skilled and her blade was cold.How sad she was when she lost her relatives and friends, how much she feels relieved now.Mori Toshiro's blood was splattered on the upper of the shoe, the hem of his clothes, and his chest.

The black and straight tight-fitting combat uniform is inlaid with tiny buttons carved in bare gold, and the left arm is stamped with the shape of a dragon—this makes it easy for people to know her identity.He is a dragon-level god judge.God judges can be roughly divided into two categories: martial arts, and martial arts sects that are good at fighting have internal power levels, from top to bottom——[God], [Dragon], [Ghost], [Tiger], [Wolf].In fact, there are very few god judges who can reach the [God level], and there are only a handful of outstanding masters of the [Dragon level].

I don't know if it's because Fu Sangshen, who has fallen into darkness, has been completely reduced to a ghost, or because of the murderous intent of the dragon-level god judge.The originally compact crowd suddenly loosened up a lot, and those over-examination eyes were reduced to sporadic.

This is not the case when you kill the Time Suhui Army. After all, the Time Suhui Army will not bleed. After beheading them, they will only turn into a wisp of black smoke, and only the broken blade will be wiped out.In addition, the god judges of the basic literature department have never personally participated in the battle. They live leisurely in the secret and safe Honmaru, providing spiritual power to pay for the gods, and taking good care of them after they are injured.After all, not all god judges have force, and they are guaranteed not to hold back the swordsmen after going into battle.

"It hurts."

"But I hurt more than you."

The dragon-level god judge who didn't intend to let it go continued to speak, and her words were harsh.Even the god judge who had previously made excuses for Dark Fallen Fusangshen didn't have the guts to touch her bad luck at this time.

"Ghosts like you should all die."

"Still staying in this pill to wait for the purification of the god judge? Why."

Weeping blood every sentence, the dragon-level god judge stared at the white-haired ghost with cold and terrifying eyes.Her hatred for Anqiu Fusangshen was thick, and her hands holding the knife were burning.The blood feud submerged in her heart screamed—she still remembered how her twin brother lay quietly on the board where the corpse was collected. It was a snowy day, and the shoveled soil was piled on the snow, as cold as gray iron.

Her brother is waiting to be laid in his grave.

"One stage, one shock."

Standing beside Yiqi Yizhen, Dadian Taiguangshi held a knife in one hand, his eyes fell on the assailant vigilantly, and he helped his colleague's shoulder with the other.The taciturn Miike family Wujian wanted to comfort Yiqi Yiqi with a few words of comfort: don't let yourself slip into the devil, but he brushed the lips of Mori Fujishiro, who couldn't find a trace of blood, so he stopped talking.But he didn't dare to let go of the hand that was supporting Yiqi, for fear that Yiqi, who was already in this state, would completely go berserk.

Once Daojian Fusangshen falls in the dark, there is no way to save him.

"Unforgivable...unforgivable..."

"Unforgivable!!!!!!"

Tai Mitsuyo's worries became a reality, and he had already had a sign when he witnessed the change in Yiqi Yizheng's appearance.But he was lucky enough to think that the power of the young god judges is so powerful - they can stop their dark corruption when they just take over Honmaru without signing a contract with them, then this time they will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties...

With his sword out of its sheath, the white-haired ghost wrestling with the dragon-level god judge had a violent aura. He no longer had any reason, pride and glory to speak of—abandoning the godhead, abandoning the will—just to kill the man in front of him. The former Fu Sangshen, who was a woman and lingering on her last breath, was shedding blood and tears in the shadow of swords and swords.

And from the very beginning, because the killing intent of the dragon-level god-judgment was towards the dark fallen Fusangshen, the young god-judger who had a super intuitive sense and didn't have time to react, restarted his brain to understand what happened After that—the worst of the situation had already happened.At that time, he watched Mao Li fall down, and at that moment, the young judge's face was only suffocated and pale.Fluttering his lips, he flew to the side of the Asakusa-haired child. Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't know what he could do for Mouri at this moment.

He didn't even pay attention to the first episode of turning into a ghost.

"Mao, Maori?"

Leaning over to the Asakusa-haired boy who was about to be left by his elder brother, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help calling his name softly, in a more gentle tone than when calling him.But Mori Toshiro's body suddenly lost its temperature, even if the young god judge went to hold his hand, it was not as warm and cool as before, nor did he bend his eyes and smile innocently.

With trembling fingers, he took out the other five-strike swords that were originally wrapped in his arms, and unfolded the brocade handkerchief.Tearing into strips of cloth of moderate width and thickness, tied Asakusa's child's injury and tied it with a strong loop. The young God Judge secretly wished in his heart, hoping that the bleeding could be stopped smoothly.Dadian Taiguangshi went to stop Yiqi Yizhen, so Mao Li was the only one to take care of him.In the past, during battles, Reborn would arrange for Vengley's medical team to be on call at any time, so the young God Inquisitor would inherit the will of his comrades who fell on the battlefield and entrust them to the medical team.

"It's taking too long to—"

"You have to use your own strength to heal him."

When Liushen Wuzhu, the black-haired girl who was still standing on the safety platform before, Bai Limu came to him without knowing why.Ao leaned down, skillfully helped him bandage Maoli's wound, and taught him how to use strength to mend a sword.Without spiritual power, the young god-inspector, who had to use the fire of dead energy to make up the numbers, used his brains.

Previously, the "flame of softness" made him melt a few beads...but now the situation has no way to continue to hesitate, the calm flames at the fingertips are leaping, and he ignites the fire of the "harmonious" big empty attribute death energy , and then lightly touched the broken part of the short knife of Maoli's body.Because it was the first attempt, the cautious and extremely focused young Inquisitor did not notice the shock of the crowd around him to his "fire of dead energy".

Even though the different sources of power have been output in the softest way, they are still powerful—even if the intensity of flame pressure and flame concentration are deliberately weakened, the diluted "flame of harmony" seems to be not compatible with Token Fusangshin. Looks so good.The damage to Fusangshen's body will also be reflected on the blade. When repairing and maintaining the sword, the gods generally need to carry out "hand work", which is an extremely long and meticulous process.

And after outputting a lot of flames in one brain, he successfully repaired the cracks on Mori Toshiro's blade for the first time, and even the cut wounds disappeared in the hazy, golden orange light like his flames. .The fair and intact skin was exposed from the torn part of the clothes. Even though Mori Toshiro hadn't woken up, the young god-inspector who was still happy and relieved made a soft arc.

"Don't relax too early, Gang-jun."

As an assistant and guide, the black-haired girl raised her finger and pointed to the people in the distance who had already fought so badly.While protecting her, Jiji Yaken, Jijimaken and Yanrong beside her also pay attention to the battle situation over there, and put everything that the two of them didn't know when they were busy repairing the "nearly broken sword" Mori Toshiro Made it clear.

"It has completely turned into a ghost."

The bold and unrestrained Sanjo Ie Naginata clicked his tongue, sighing and regretting for the first episode.

He is a rough man who doesn't know what's going on in the bonsai of the human teenager in front of him, but the little brown-haired guy doesn't look like the kind of god judge who deliberately grinds and abuses swords.He raised his hand and patted the young man's thin back. The two Taidao Fusangshen beside him were not there, and the one who remained beside him was still in a coma. Naturally, no blade could stop Yan Rong's rude move.

"Ah, ah, I'll go right away!"

Standing up, he found the swords of Mori Toshiro and Goshin scattered on the ground, and the footsteps of the young judge paused.The thoughtful black-haired girl couldn't help but smile, she squatted on the spot and waved her hands——

"Go quickly. We will help you guard here."

She said so, and the young god judge believed it.He nodded gratefully at the other party and smiled, his hands ignited flames, and a calm flame swayed from his forehead.With the impetus of the flame in the palm, it floated in the air, passing over the heads of the crowd who were watching and watching the excitement.The flames rippled into lines by the wind are dazzling.

"stop fighting!"

Falling from the sky, under the flames of death, the young God-inspector, whose forehead was full of flames, had a dignified expression, and his golden-red jewel-like pupils were no longer as soft as before, exuding several layers of cold light.He stretched out his empty hands, without any fear, blocked the twisting blow between the man and the ghost holding the knife.