The dream world collapsed completely.

Zoke, who was sitting in the backyard of Sawamura's house, opened his eyes, the dark red blood light in his pupils gradually subsided, and the dark aura on his body became deeper and deeper.

The Jinglong sword in his hand was still roaring, and the blade was filled with golden light, trying to break free from the bondage.

"Great Sword Master, don't waste your energy. My target is just the devil's Ghost Juro, and I don't plan to target you."

The Jinglong sword stopped trembling, and the light became more dazzling. A phantom of a warrior wearing vertical clothing, a moon-date hairstyle and a heroic face appeared from the sword.

The man's body is illusory, and his soul is fluctuating with a powerful sword intent that seems to be immortal for thousands of years.

He stared at Zoke with sharp eyes and said, "I have never seen such a powerful dark force in my life. I didn't expect that there would be a demon like you in this era."

"Dark? Light? Is there a difference?"

Zoke stared at the remnant soul of the great swordsman, "Those who will be dominated by power are only the weak."

"I'm just looking at me."

Ida Iryu stared at the existence in front of him with dark power, "You are also acting according to the rules and abide by the law, and it did not hurt any innocent people."

This Well Dragon Sword was originally worshipped in a small shrine.

Two days ago, Dark Zok found the remote and somewhat dilapidated shrine. He wanted to use the sword, but was rejected by the old witch without any mercy.

Then, Zoke opened his suitcase, which was filled with 10,000 yen with a denomination...

Zoke: Things that can be solved with money are nothing.

There is nothing to say about the following matters, and all the clergy in the shrine unanimously agreed to lend the I-Longjian to the generous Mr. Zoke.

Ida Iryuki was a little speechless when he saw this scene, but his impression of Dark Zok had changed. He chose to rent something that could be snatched at will, which was very conscientious.

This is also the reason why he was willing to help just now, and he really hated the devil's arch enemy, Ghost Juro...

"Don't worry, I'll return this sword tomorrow."

Dark Zok said lightly.

Ida Iryu refused and shook his head and said, "I still hope to continue to follow you. As for the shrine, you can just send money to you."

Zoke looked up and down at the remnant soul of the great swordsman and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect that you are quite responsible. Even though you know that this half-dead state cannot be my opponent, you still want to monitor my actions."

Ida Jinglong doesn’t comment.

After slaying demons and eliminating demons for a lifetime, he met an unprecedentedly powerful dark giant after his death. He just let go of his hands and couldn't feel at ease.

Now this dark giant is quite honest and is still "using evil to control evil" and completely eliminated the evil magician, the devil's demon, Gyuro.

But it is not false that his body is filled with the ultimate dark power of endless destruction and despair.

Who knows if he will lose control in the future?

In other words, Zoke's current behavior of abiding by the rules is only temporary, and after collecting enough power, the true form will be revealed.

Ida Iryu's immortal sword soul decided to stay with the dark giant. Once the other party does evil, he will stop him even if he fights out. Although there is no chance of winning in this state, he may be able to save some people...

Dark Zoke seemed to notice the sword soul's alert, his eyes were blood red, and he stared at him coldly, saying:

"You can do whatever you want, but I have to remind you that I will not act according to your view of good and evil. What I abide by is the laws of this era."

"This is a matter of course. I am just an outdated ghost. It would be better if you can do things according to the current rules."

Ida Ichirō's illusory soul nodded, with a little puzzled look in his eyes.

He looked up and down at Dark Zoke for a while, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"I have felt an unimaginable powerful sword intent in you. The atmosphere is magnificent and the artistic conception is as high as the vast ruthless way of heaven. If it weren't for my illusion, I would like to ask who left this?"

His voice was a little excited and very curious.

Zoke's face turned black, as if his scar was exposed, and he cursed:

"I am worthy of being a top-notch swordsman. I can feel this little bit of aura. I don't want to say much about that bastard.

It was him who made me have to follow the rules and punish me severely if I crossed my mind. It was really abominable!"

I'm so angry.

The bastard is lazy and doesn't work, and he recites scriptures in his ears every day. He accidentally runs a red light across the street and gets scolded...

Ida Iryu was stunned, smiled heartily, and sighed:

"So that's it. Is there such a powerful swordsman in this era? It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a sword god."

No wonder this dark giant is so honest. It turns out that there are ruthless people secretly supervising them.

Zoke snorted coldly, but did not refute.

After transforming from a sixth-level star master into a giant of light and absorbing the core energy of Ultraman Noah, his strength is still better than him now.

Just talking about swordsmanship is the ceiling of Ultra Universe, a perfect sword god.

This is still the way that this multiverse is not very compatible with the sword immortals. If the water and land are not suitable for it, the power of the slash is greatly limited.

Ida Ichirō looked a little fascinated and said, "Can you take me to see the sage in the sword?"

Zoke looked greasy and said impatiently: "You want to see him, but I don't want to!"

Ida Iragon smiled and said, "It seems you are afraid of him, that's fine."

Zoke: "…"

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Bastard, who can pick up any pot without opening.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw your broken sword into the stinky ditch?"

The legendary swordsman's immortal sword soul looked indifferent and drifted into the sword. The golden flowers on the blade became introverted and became simple and without a sharp edge.

Zoke was a little unhappy, so he put the blade in the sheath and put the holy sword that was hosted by the Immortal Sword Soul on his back.

The power of this sword is quite strong. If you draw the power of the deity and inject it into the sword, strengthen and transform it, it will become huge. It can be used as a weapon of an Ultra Warrior. Its power is no less than that of Aguru Holy Sword and the normal Oub Holy Sword.

He happened to be missing a handy weapon.

In the Ultra Universe, the magical weapons and weapons in the Soldier Master’s arsenal are integrated with the “American Tower Realm”, and it is not easy to use after taking them out, and they are a bit unacceptable.

Jinglongjian has no problem.

Incompatible attributes are also trivial.

Ultraman Zeta is the giant of light, and he still uses the magic sword "Beria Dusk" as his weapon.

...

The long night has finally passed.

When Shousaku Sawamura woke up, he felt sore all over his body, as if his body had been hollowed out.

He subconsciously stretched out his right finger and wanted to use his superpower to turn off the alarm clock remotely, but failed. The frog alarm clock still kept ringing, and the crisp sound of the alarm also woke him up from the turmoil and recalled his experience last night.

"Ah... the devil's Ghost Juro is dead! Dark Giant!"

He realized it and was shocked and sweated in cold sweat. He reached out and touched his body. He felt relieved when he found that there was no missing arms and legs.

Last night it was a fight between gods and immortals, and it was definitely not a nightmare.

It seems to have saved a life.

As for losing superpowers, that kind of malicious curse, it's fine if he just needs to have a foreign beauty...

The boy got out of bed and took a quick wash. He was a little worried about whether the man in the windbreaker would continue to cause trouble for him, but he did not dare to skip classes, nor did he dare to put foreign pigeons, so he could only go to school with his teeth.

"Oh no, my schoolbag!"

When I ran away from the side of the abandoned square yesterday, my schoolbag was too hindered and he threw it under the woods.

Sawamura Shusaku looked constipated. After thinking about it, he left the house and walked to the abandoned square where he met the man in the windbreaker last night.

The sun is shining in the morning, and under the green trees, there are familiar figures.

"Tsk tsk, little dear, you really dare to come back."

Dark Zok sat on the abandoned bench with newspapers, crossing his legs, looking very arrogant, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Sawamura Swallowed, maybe it was the bright sky in broad daylight that helped him regain some courage and walked over slowly.

He glanced at the schoolbag under the foot of the man in the windbreaker, squeezed out a smile and said with awkward smile:

"This big brother, thank you very much for destroying the demon Ghost Juro. You must be a hero. Just like Ultraman Gaia, the power used is a little different.

That, can you... return my schoolbag?"

"cannot."

“…”

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The boy was stunned. The pace was wrong.
To be continued...