Who stipulated that hot weapons are not allowed to kill spirits?

The middle-aged man stood up in shock, and was about to say something, when the corner of his eye accidentally glanced at Wei Xuxu's feet.

Wei Xuxu didn't take off her shoes, and stepped on the smooth and clean hardwood floor several footprints that were enough to make the cleaning lady angry.

But at the moment, this behavior that would normally make a middle-aged man furious was completely ignored.

He stared closely at the hardwood floor where Wei Xuxu was standing, his pupils shrunk.

Under Wei Xuxu's feet, on the hardwood floor made of red sandalwood logs, there were cracks cracked at some point! !

These cracks became wider and wider as the sword intent on Wei Xuxu's body fluttered, and they were extremely eye-catching on the smooth and flat floor of the kendo hall.

Okuyama's ideals are passed down in the ancient kendo circle, and it is true that they belong to the middle-class school that is neither high nor low.

But this does not mean that Okuyama's ideals are weak.

In the outside world, Okuyama's ideals and divine transmission can suppress all current kendo competitions in Japan.

The middle-aged man, as the patriarch of the Okuyama ideal god, is also a master of swordsmanship who has reached the realm of swordsman.

It is only one step away from mastering the sword energy and entering the path of the sword sage!

A figure at the level of a swordsman naturally has a lot of knowledge.

This also means that he clearly knows what the momentum Wei Xuxu is releasing now!

But how is it possible? !

She didn't even look twenty years old!

How could she? ! !

Just when the middle-aged man was terrified, Wei Xuxu raised his foot and stepped forward.

Kakaka, Kaka——

The sound of the floor cracking was extremely ear-piercing in the silent gymnasium at the moment.

Just like when she entered the kendo gym just now, Wei Xuxu's pace did not change.

She walked slowly step by step, walking towards the middle-aged man unhurriedly, her relaxed posture even seemed to be strolling in the park.

On the floor she stepped on, there were traces of cracks one after another.

In the gymnasium that seemed to have been cast with a silence spell, all the apprentices watched Wei Xuxu slowly approaching their master with dry voices.

They want to talk and cheer for the master.

But at this time, Wei Xuxu's wanton sword intent permeated their heads like a mountain.

They couldn't even open their mouths, their lips seemed to be sewn shut, and they couldn't speak at all.

He could only maintain the last dignity and brace his body to prevent Wei Xuxu's sword intent from crushing them to the ground.

Wei Xuxu walked lightly in front of the middle-aged man and spoke.

"Special Incident Countermeasure Department, Search Division Six, Police Department, Wei Xuxu."

"There is no other reason for coming here today, just to see the sword handed down by Okuyama's ideal god."

Wei Xuxu smiled and said:

"Excuse me, what should I call this gentleman?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth awkwardly, then closed it again.

Reed Xu could see his lips trembling.

Suppressed in front of him by the too strong sword intent, the middle-aged man can't even speak a complete sentence now!

If you speak at this time, you will only stutter and stutter like a child with a lisp!

If this is heard by everyone in the field...Okuyama's reputation passed down by the ideal god will be ruined!

Destroyed in the hands of a young girl in her twenties! !

No, it cannot be said to be in hand.

because she even

Didn't even draw his own sword...not even bring a sword!

It proves that she already has the confidence in her heart that she can suppress Okuyama's ideal divine transmission by relying on sword intent alone without using a sword! !

What confidence, what—

Madness!

How dare she... how dare she? ! !

"What's the matter, sir."

Wei Xuxu smiled, doing enough superficial politeness.

"Is there something unspeakable, can't speak?"

"Or is this the first time someone from the Special Affairs Department has come to visit, so I don't know how to receive it?"

In the eyes of the middle-aged man at this moment, Wei Xuxu's smile was no different from a ghost.

Silence for a few seconds.

It seemed that Wei Xuxu was giving him a chance to speak.

It seemed that Wei Xuxu was using the last time to laugh at him.

Then, Wei Xuxu opened his mouth again.

"Could it be that you...couldn't be so suppressed by my sword intent that you can't even speak."

The corner of Wei Xuxu's mouth twitched.

"The dignified family of Okuyama ideals passed down by the gods did not expect to be so frivolous."

"It really disappoints me."

As soon as this remark came out, anger ignited in the eyes of all the apprentices, including the middle-aged man.

The dignity of the genre is something they must maintain even if they sacrifice their lives!

Even if you are very strong, you are not allowed to insult Okuyama's ideal divine transmission like this! !

The middle-aged man raised his breath, trying to brace his body and draw his sword, but was interrupted by an angry shout at the entrance of the gymnasium.

"You bastard! You are not allowed to insult the master!!"

Wei Wei turned her head to look, and it was the young man who had just received him who roared angrily.

The young man stood at the entrance of the gymnasium, his face was full of youthful anger, and he loudly accused Wei Xuxu.

Wei Xuxu estimated the distance between him and him.

Because the distance is too far, the impact is not that high.

It may also be that I don't have much sword energy activated in the sword intent.

Only 2 points are activated, and it is normal for the effect to be worse.

Just right, to test whether the number of activations of sword energy can increase the effective range of sword intent.

Ignoring the young man's anger indifferently, Wei Xuxu injected another 3 points of sword energy into the already activated sword intent.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka! !

The wooden floor under his feet couldn't bear the huge sword intent one step at a time, and broke inch by inch.

In the gymnasium, the apprentices who were still barely standing fell down like powerless insects, lying on the ground and looking at Wei Xuxu in disbelief.

Under Wei Xuxu's deliberate targeting, the young man standing at the door rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

Wei Xuxu turned her head again and looked at the middle-aged man who was closest to her and was under the greatest pressure. She was trembling all over and could barely maintain her standing posture.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time this time. Everyone who passed on the ideal of Okuyama is feeling a little unwell today."

She reached out and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"Sir, it's a pity that I didn't get to know your name today...I hope to see you in the competition."

After all, without stopping, he asked Naoto Kami Takayama to leave the gym.

The moment Wei Xuxu stepped out of the gymnasium, the middle-aged man finally couldn't support his body, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees.

Big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead like a spring, and dripped on the ugly floor that had been ravaged by sword intent.

From when Wei Xuxu entered the gymnasium to release her sword intent, until she left lightly.

During the whole process, he couldn't even say a word.

The middle-aged man knelt on the floor, looking at the cracks torn apart by the sword intent, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Must... must tell this matter to everyone in the Kendo League...!

Special Affairs Department, a monster has appeared! ! !

Chapter 98 Poor Tactics

Wei Xuxu led Takayama Naoto to leave the Okuyama ideal god transmission family all the way.

Walking out of the gate of the house, Wei Xuxu stretched lazily.

The sword intent on her body had already been put away when she left the kendo gym. At this time, Wei Xuxu looked like a harmless and beautiful girl.

No one could have imagined that just 3 minutes ago, with her own power and sword intent, she had suppressed and humiliated the entire Okuyama ideal god-inherited people to the ground.

Naoto Takayama who followed behind Wei Xuxu had adoration written all over his face.

Although he couldn't understand the detailed inside story of what happened just now, it didn't prevent him from knowing the fact that Wei Xuxu suppressed the entire Okuyama ideal divine transmission by himself.

The aura condensed by those apprentices was already so terrifying that he almost couldn't help but faint and fell to the ground.

However, Wei Xuxu was able to silence all the apprentices in the audience, even including the clan of Okuyama's ideal gods, who were suppressed by her.

Who is strong or weak, you can see at a glance.

But while Naoto Takayama was happy, he was also a little worried.

"Senior, will we attract hostility from other sects with such a big fanfare this time?"

And didn't you say visit at the beginning?

Why now...it seems to be a kicking hall?

It is completely different from the original purpose!

Wei Xuxu rolled his eyes at him.

"Don't you think we weren't hostile by sects before this?"

"Or do you think that as long as we really put on an attitude of humbly asking for advice, that middle-aged man will happily show us the moves passed down by the Okuyama Ideal God?"

"I miss Pichi!"

Wei Xuxu sighed:

"After the news spread that the Special Affairs Department will participate in this Guliu swordsmanship competition, we, or I, have become a thorn in the eyes of the sects."

"So it doesn't matter what I do today."

Naoto Takayama was still a little worried.

"But in this way, will they refuse our... visit?"

"Don't worry about that." Wei Xuxu smiled: "After today's news spread, the nature of what happened next will change."

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Wei Xuxu's mouth.

"Next, our behavior will no longer be a visit, but a kick!"

"The school that refuses to let us in is the weak who dare not fight!"

"From that moment on, they have become useless wastes without courage, cowards who are despised by the kendo world!"

"Even without others asking, they will withdraw from this Guliu swordsmanship competition...because they don't deserve it!"

Naoto Takayama understood, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes.