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Chapter 373 Demon Sword, Ghost Eye

"elder sister?"

"Motoko Aoyama" suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

It's probably not a coincidence that her sister "Tsuruko Aoyama" appears here.

"Of course it's for the knife in your hand." "Aoyama Tsuruko" showed a meaningful smile on his lips, and said with some emotion: "To be honest, I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect you to really know how to do it.

To go this far to avoid inheriting the dojo... It seems that you have really grown up a lot, and you are no longer the indecisive little girl you were when you were a child."

"Motoko Aoyama" frowned, she obviously didn't quite understand what "Tsuruko Aoyama" meant.

"Tsuruko Aoyama" smiled nonchalantly, spread out his palms as delicate as white jade, and said in a slightly commanding tone: "Okay, now hand over the "Demon Sword Hinata" to me."

"No! I will never give it to you!"

"Motoko Aoyama" clenched the scabbard and stared warily at "Tsuruko Aoyama" who was approaching step by step.

"Tsuruko Aoyama" smiled, his doting eyes seemed to be looking at a child having a tantrum.

"Motoko, remember what I told you when I handed Shisui to you - true strength comes from the heart and wisdom, not your sword."

"It's a pity that you have lost your way in the pursuit of strength."

"Motoko Aoyama" seemed to understand something, her figure suddenly swayed, and her face became paler.

"What you said to Mr. Nightmare today, were you actually saying them to me on purpose? Have you discovered me hiding in the closet a long time ago?"

"Tsuruko Aoyama" smiled noncommittally.

"Bringing back "Demon Sword Hinata" is a task assigned to me by the elders. It has nothing to do with the inheritance of the dojo. I just used some extraordinary means to complete the task."

"So you've been using me?"

"Motoko Aoyama" could hardly believe her ears. This was the sister she had grown up with, the sister she admired like an idol.

"Do you know what I lost because of your lies?! How could you do this to me!"

"Motoko Aoyama" shouted hysterically, and then she knelt on the ground in despair and began to cry silently.

A trace of apology and pity flashed in the eyes of "Tsuruko Aoyama", but his expression remained unmoved at all. He said calmly: "At least you should be happy that all you have lost is just a layer of membrane. If you continue to be so naive, you will lose everything next time.

It is your life... Having said this, please hand over the "Demon Sword Hinata" to me now, and I will go back and report my life to the elder as soon as possible."

"Tsuruko Aoyama" reached out to grab the handle of the knife, but unexpectedly, "Motoko Aoyama" suddenly spun around, and her slender thighs brought up the fierce wind, sweeping over like an unsheathed sword.

Turning his face to avoid this fierce kick, "Aoyama Tsuruko" jumped several meters away with a back handspring, his right hand resting on the handle of the white imperial sword at his waist, and shouted sternly: "Motoko! Are you going to

Are you resisting me? Don't forget that your "Shisui" has been broken!"

"Haha...hahaha——"

A burst of wild laughter echoed in the night sky, startling countless tired birds in the forest.

"Sister Hezi, who said I don't have a knife..."

"Motoko Aoyama" has a head full of black hair, with a pair of black and white eyes exposed under her neat headband.

It's just that the whites of the eyes are black and the kernels of the eyes are white.

"Ghost eyes?!"

"Qingshan Tsuruko"'s brows couldn't help but jump, and the long sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed.

"Ghost Eyes" are the symbol of the mastery of Kamire-ryu practice. Only Kamire-ryu swordsmen with "Ghost Eyes" are allowed to go down to the mountains and enter the world to conquer demons in the name of Kamire-ryu.

However, with "Motoko Aoyama's" age and qualifications, she is still far from being able to cultivate "Ghost Eyes".

These "ghost eyes" are definitely not normal "ghost eyes".

Then there is only one possibility left...

"Aoyama Tsuruko"'s gaze fell on "Aoyama Motoko"'s hand - at some point, the black katana had been unsheathed!

"Motoko! What are you doing? You actually broke the seal of [Demon Sword Hinata]!"

In the beginning, [Demon Sword Hinata] was suppressed by gathering the power of all the major exorcist families in Kyoto, and the seal on it could only be lifted by members of the Kaminai-ryu family.

However, "Tsuruko Aoyama" never expected that his sister "Motoko Aoyama" would act so boldly and lift the seal on "Demon Sword Hinata" just for a momentary dispute of temper.

This is simply committing suicide!

"Motoko! Put the [Demon Sword Hinata] back into the scabbard! Be firm and don't be fooled by the Demon Sword!"

"Aoyama Tsuruko" reminded loudly, and at the same time, the imperial sword in his hand split a tangible spiritual sword energy, and like a soaring phoenix, it pounced on the constantly surging black shadow of evil energy behind "Aoyama Motoko".

"Don't come in my way!"

"Motoko Aoyama"'s ghost eyes emitted a frightening cold light. He waved the demon sword in his hand, and the black sword energy full of resentment turned into a giant python tens of meters high, swallowing "Tsuruko Aoyama's" attack instantly.

Oops!

"Aoyama Tsuruko" rolled on the spot without hesitation, and the terrifying black sword energy passed by her side with a slight difference, cutting a deep groove dozens of meters long in the ground, with more than a dozen waist-thick trees

It was completely split from the center and collapsed to both sides under the weight of the tree crown. The sound of the tree trunk breaking could be heard endlessly.

"This feeling is great, power keeps pouring out from all parts of the body..."

"Motoko Aoyama" stared at the demon sword in her hand, with a look of obsession and intoxication on her face, as if she were looking at her lover.

"This is not your power, this is the power of the Demon Sword... Suzi, if you don't wake up, you will become the Demon Sword's puppet."

"Tsuruko Aoyama"'s face was as sinking as water, and the magic sword in his hand was constantly flowing with the unique white fluorescence of aura.

"No, sister, I have never felt this good, so - you can't even try to take my knife away!"

Before he finished speaking, the slender and tall figure of "Motoko Aoyama" disappeared from the spot, and reappeared in front of "Tsuruko Aoyama" as if teleporting.

Dang Dang Dang——

There was a dense sound of gold and iron, and the swords in the hands of the two people could only see a group of cold light and shadows overlapping each other. Countless sparks burst out and annihilated in the space between the two people, flickering brightly and darkly.

Similar beautiful faces.

boom--!

The milky-white aura collided with the pitch-black demonic aura, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up. The shock wave visible to the naked eye carried dust and spread in all directions, breaking countless vegetation wherever it passed.

Two figures flew out of the billowing smoke. They exchanged quick blows for several rounds in the air and then separated on both sides. They stood holding swords in the distance.

"Tsuruko Aoyama" had a knife mark on his shoulder, and blood was flowing down his wrist.

On the other hand, "Motoko Aoyama" on the other side had no scratches on her body except for her slightly disheveled hair.

Obviously, in the fight just now, "Motoko Aoyama" had the upper hand.

"Sister Tsuruko, I finally defeated you once."

"Motoko Aoyama" smiled sweetly, with her black and white ghost eyes paired with her sweet smile, exuding an evil and eerie beauty under the cold moonlight.

Is it too late...

There was an imperceptible struggle in the eyes of "Aoyama Tsuruko", and in an instant he was filled with fierce killing intent.

"Win? Haha - Suzi, you are still far away!"

A terrifying spiritual power shot into the sky in the forest, and a white flash of light reaching into the sky could be seen several kilometers away.

Under the violent airflow caused by the spiritual energy, the long black hair of "Qingshan Hezi" curled upwards like a countercurrent waterfall, flying wantonly.

As she slowly raised her head, a pair of enchanting eyes with the same black and white reversed were revealed under her thick eyelashes.

Divine Calling Style - "Ghost Eyes"!


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