put on my white vest

There was a tooth-piercing sound of steel bars breaking, and a large pit with exposed water pipes and wires was cut out of the thick concrete platform on the roof. The smoke and dust spread in all directions, attracting the attention of the audience here.

Grass Pheasant subconsciously held his breath and waited for the result of this confrontation—three seconds later, the fox-like soul flew out of the smoke that blocked his sight!

Munakata Reisi didn't care to continue to direct the evacuation of the staff, he hurriedly handed over the documents to his subordinates and rushed in that direction.One step faster than him was Zhou Fangzun who was closer, and the monstrous flames and the dilapidated sword of Damocles rose out of thin air, sweeping out waves of heat.

Seeing this, the Silver King Weizman hurriedly shouted: "Wait!! The colorless ability can even attack the soul of the king!!"

If colorless took away the body of the friendly king, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss.

——"I said you don't have to be so unconfident in me."

At this moment, the sound of sighs came from the roof, and the dust mixed with gravel burst under the agitation of the sword energy, and the white crane-like Fusangshen cut through the sky with a sharp blade reflecting white light.

"It was just to say hello,"

The murderous sword man stepped on the iron railing to move his muscles and bones, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes were already boiling, and he licked his lips dangerously: "The next step is the battlefield of swords!"

Zhou Fangzun glanced at the white-haired young man on the top of the building. Chi Wang, who has always been decisive in his actions, had no intention of giving in at all. The reaction force smashed the asphalt of the road, and spewed out violent power with anger.

The blue sword of Damocles was hanging on Munakata Reisi's head. He stood cautiously on the edge of the battle, analyzing the situation in his mind.

"Tsuramaru Kuninaga's slash did not cause any harm to Wushi, and the movement trajectory of the spirit body also directly passed through the concrete and the wall. Can it be inferred that ordinary methods cannot work? Or only the king can..."

Once Zhou Fang respectfully wounds or kills the Colorless King, the risk of falling sword will reach more than 80%.King Qing, who was in charge of order, stared at the sky closely, planning for the worst in his heart.

The Silver King, who was not so good at sports, staggered and came late. He was dragged by Yatogami Gorou to rush to King Qing, and said after panting for a while while holding his knees.

"No, if I don't use my 'Unchanging' to control the Colorless King...The colorless movement is too fast, and it may affect innocent people!"

"My Wang Jianyin..."

Weitzman, who mentioned Wang Jian, took a look at Reiji Munakata, who had no strange look, before continuing: "I have relatively little fighting experience with Gin, this is the safest method we can think of."

Wang Jian's opinion...

Munakata Reisi, who has the same calm personality as his own Wang Jian, realized it later, but he knew that Qingjian was a strange character who struggled to speak, so he had no intention of consulting the other party.

He put his right hand on his waist, and the awe-inspiring words of drawing the sword were already in his throat, ready to strike at any time.

——"No need."

Qing Jian's slightly blunt voice echoed in Wang Yu, as if he spoke with the kind of angry mentality of 'I will tell you if you don't ask me'.But when Munakata Reishi really asked the reason, he fell silent again.

The big sister Baiyin, whose curiosity was suspended, took over the conversation, and she repeated it in a soft loli voice: "Why? Tsurumaru can't cut the spirit body~"

The eldest sister's upturned ending... Only the younger brother who didn't dare to ignore her question choked, and explained dryly: "It doesn't matter... because that guy is not going to kill the Colorless King."

Baiyin realized instantly, but the two human kings hadn't turned the corner yet.

Weitzman cast doubtful and sincere eyes on Qing Jian.

Lao Tsundere first said that he was completely lazy to communicate with humans, and only answered questions out of kindness, and then added under Munakata Reisi's inexplicable eyes: "He really can't attack spirit bodies, just to force the colorless king to use strength."

As the output of the king increases, the kingdom of kings will inevitably appear—and the sword of Damocles hanging high.

Weitzman seemed to realize something, and followed his line of sight to look to the heights.

The position of the cloud was moved, the dazzling morning sun swept across the eyes flowing with fighting intent, the armor at the hem collided lightly, and the white-haired Fu Sangshen stepped on the railing with a knife in his right hand, pointing coldly at the looming shadow in the sky. giant sword.

Qingjian spoke slowly, with a strong arrogance involuntarily in his tone: "Tsurumaru country is always a sword."

"The enemy of a sword is another sword."

In Qing Jian's words, the white-haired young man's broken hair was blown by the majestic airflow, and he moved the corner of his mouth, a murderous and wanton smile appeared on his always smiling face.

The opponent of the sword is also a sword.

So...don't let me down, forged in the Heian era, the Taidao of the Five Swords School, Ming Kunyong, come to ask for advice! !

Leaping over the gap between buildings to catch up with the fleeing enemy, a steady stream of pure divine power gathers around the body, Fu Sangshen exerts force with his wrist, the stormy sword energy skips the sky, and flies straight to the extremely oppressive colorless king sword!

Clang! !

The light of the knife flashed, and the wind danced wildly!

The eyes of the people on the ground were stinging from the split wind pressure, and the trampled asphalt road was lifted up and flew backwards in a knife confrontation, causing tiny stings on the face.

Kusanagi Izumo, who was watching the battle in the face of the hurricane, had bulging veins in his hands, and managed to squeeze Toku and Anna into a nearby building. His cigarettes had disappeared into the airflow, and his hair was a mess. .

Ten beams of Tatara was very excited. If he didn't know that he was not strong, he would have poked his head out to observe secretly.

He patted the grass pheasant who was staring at the battle situation: "How is it?"

"...the colorless kingdom is at war with Tsurumaru Kuninaga,"

Sparks flew from both sides of the fierce battle, and the battle was fierce. Grass pheasant blinked vigorously, and the eyes behind the sunglasses couldn't hide the astonishment.

This is really... an amazing scene! !

The well-informed Second Barbarian swallowed his saliva. He first took a deep breath to slow down, and then described the scene he saw with his own eyes in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.

"That sword...I'm not kidding."

Lighting up a cigarette, he murmured in a speechless voice: "The colorless king sword...was split."

No matter which clan of Qingchi it is, all superpowers who heard this sentence were shocked. Except for the increase in the deviation value of the king, no other power has ever changed Wang Jian's state.

But Tsurumaru Kuninaga was able to do it.

Kusanagi Izumo, who dropped the bombshell, pinched the palm of his hand, and walked to the door to observe the situation——

The shape and color of the seven swords of Damocles are different. The colorless king's sword refracts shimmering lights of different colors at the same time.

Not far away, Zhou Fangzun, who had been robbed of his opponent, snorted softly. He blocked the surrounding wind with his red king domain, and squinted upwards with his Marlboro in his mouth.

A huge knife mark penetrated from the stab at the end of the hilt to the spine in the middle, and the gem inlaid in the center of the sword was covered with cracks, and even the light dimmed a little, as the countless objects floating beside the sword showed that The great trauma suffered by the sword of Damocles.

The colorless Wang Yu counterattacked fiercely, but Bai He dodged each swift and fierce attack lightly. Although the sword was also worn out, the outcome of the confrontation was clear at a glance.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga supported the ground with one hand, and turned over an attack with force from his lower back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chi who was trying to give him an assist, stepped on Chijian's sword body to a high place when he made a wrong footstep, and the tip of the knife jumped down and slashed on the body of the colorless sword again. Let the other party issue sharp curses.

"Tsuru, Maru, Kuni, Ei! I will absolutely cut you off!!"

Fu Sangshen, who landed on Zhou Fangzun's platform, still had time to joke with his bad friend: "Chi, write this down!"

"I'm remembering, I'm remembering,"

Chi Jian was full of interest: "According to the law, the next Wu Se will be as good-tempered as the previous one, but he can't listen to what 'myself' said before!"

Tsurumaru smiled: "Thinking about it, it will be a very interesting scene."

These two little scoundrels are thinking of how to make people die.

After Wang Jian showed a tendency to collapse, the speed of the Colorless King was also greatly reduced.

Tsurumaru knelt on one knee, slid to the left to avoid the impotent fury of the colorless king sword, then twisted his wrist and turned the tachi backhand in front of him, narrowing his golden eyes slightly to aim at the target.

"Looks like I won."

The sword pierced out, and the squeezing sound of splitting the king's domain made the gums sore. The indestructible domain was torn into pieces like this. The blade of the colorless king's sword was finally overwhelmed by this blow, and it shattered into pieces floating in the air. of blocks.

But it's not over yet.

Seeing Wang Yu's collapse, the Colorless King roared angrily, unwilling to reconcile, and finally continued to struggle.

The fast-moving spirit body is his greatest reliance. Except for the King of Silver, no one can trap his soul. After cultivation, he will make a comeback. The majestic colorless king will never be here in Waterloo!

"Wait for me! I will remember the shame of today for the rest of my life!!"

The fox-faced soul passed through high walls, roaring in a sad and vicious tone: "Everyone in the world is my hostage, I have countless human beings who can take advantage of me, I..."

The pursuers behind him were as insignificant as rice grains. Before the fox, who had consciously escaped from the sky, had time to chuckle, his ferocious smile froze on his face.

call out--

boom! ! !

The 2-foot-5-inch long Tachitsurumaru Kuninaga rushed out of the shattered kingdom, pierced through the colorless king's spiritual body, and firmly nailed him to the high wall!

The fox's expression instantly collapsed, and the blade was firmly embedded in the soul and the wall. He was horrified to find that he could no longer get rid of the shackles of this less than one meter weapon.

"what have you done?!"

"You bastard!!"

The hem of the clothes dangled, and the clogs stomped on the ground with a sound. Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked up and down with a smile that made the enemy feel cold.

Holding the handle of the knife, he tilted his head innocently and said, "Oh, are you startled?"

"The power of the gods...should be a bit of a privilege."

The colorless mentality was on the verge of collapse, and the king who lost his heart after gaining power shouted: "Don't kill me! Don't!!"

On the contrary, the quiet and self-closing colorless Wang Jian didn't say anything. Anyway, he opened and closed his eyes and changed his personality, and he was a good baby of Slate.

The white-haired Fu Sangshen made an apologetic gesture to Zhou Fangzun, and then pressed the communicator of the Golden Clan Rabbit: "Although there is no death penalty in Japan...but your days as a king are coming to an end."

Harm innocent people, create social disturbances, attempted murder, destroy public property...

When the due value is contributed, the Colorless King can go to Scepter4's prison and think about life.

——Of course, as an ordinary person who has been stripped of his king sword and devoured his evil thoughts.