He can't guarantee that he can solve all the problems. This little bastard is too courageous.
Of course, it’s normal for Fatty to not know how to deal with something like a ghost when he sees it for the first time.
What's more, if there is really any harm, based on its intuition, it will instinctively discard these mental impurities as soon as possible.
When Ah Da and Ah Er saw their master coming to help, they immediately barked excitedly. They became more ferocious and ferocious, surrounding Seimei Masaki and surrounding them without attacking.
Xiaoxue jumped off her shoulders, ran to a nearby tree, and looked down silently.
It exudes a vague and non-existent breath.
This strange aura of suppressing onmyoji brought no less pressure to Seimei Masaki than Zhou Huayang.
And the master of all this, Zhou Huayang, is as calm as a mountain.
The feeling given to Seimei Masaki is far better than the intuitive judgment of data and images.
Seimei Masaki felt unprecedented pressure.
But after all, he was a person of one kind. Qingming Masaki's face remained calm and he looked at Zhou Huayang quietly.
"Haha, you are the young genius who has recently surpassed the former number one in China, Zhen Nantian?
I’m Qin Ya!”
Seimei Masaki performed an extremely standard Chinese warrior etiquette, neither humble nor arrogant, and announced his family status.
Zhou Huayang's eyes were blazing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You are not Chinese, why do you need to pretend to be a Chinese warrior!"
"Why did Mr. Zhou say that?"
A trace of surprise flashed deep in Seimei Masaki's eyes, how did he get exposed?
"Intuition, I have seen quite a few Chinese warriors. Even evil sect warriors are not effeminate. Besides, the ghost you are driving is a bit like the Shikigami from Japan."
Zhou Huayang looked at Qingming Yaji.
This guy is more beautiful than a woman!
His eyes fell on the dark and violent samurai sword.
Then he thought thoughtfully, "I have heard for a long time that the best master of Japanese is also called the most beautiful man of Japanese. The sword he often uses is the demon sword Muramasa, which is famous for its ferocity!"
There are only a handful of masters like Masaki Seimei in the world.
Among them, there are only three or two that are relatively high-profile and famous.
His face didn't look like a Westerner.
There is also a very conspicuous and special sword.
Zhou Huayang quickly determined that the person who called himself Qin Ya was Seimei Masaki, the owner of Onnyang Shrine, the largest shrine in Japan.
Seimei Masaki didn't expect that he would be exposed so quickly. He looked at Zhou Huayang in surprise, "It seems that you know the Japanese quite well?"
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"learn?
Actually, I have no interest in you, but with the style of Onmyo Shrine, you will definitely be a potential enemy.
"Some time ago, someone on the Blood Red Devil offered a bounty for my life at a sky-high price. There should be a reward from Onmyo Shrine among them, right?"
Zhou Huayang narrated it calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him.
While slowly taking out the Mo Xuejian.
The sword is not unsheathed, and the breath is extremely restrained.
But the demon sword Muramasa's manic demonic aura and resentment stopped him, and he trembled faintly.
Seimei Masaki's pressure has increased several times!
It is suspected to be a weapon more powerful than the demon sword.
But as far as he knew, the long sword used by Zhou Huayang should be at the same level as the demon sword.
Seimei Masaki was silent for a while.
"Are you scared?"
Zhou Huayang looked slightly contemptuous.
"Oh, Mr. Zhou is wrong. I just pay more attention to it instead of being afraid of it!"
"That's good. Being timid before fighting is not a good opponent!"
"If you can bully more than others, can you be called a good opponent?"
Seimei Masaki narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing most of his attention on Zhou Huayang.
Always pay attention to the weird little fat pig, the Samoyed on the treetops, and the two spiritual beasts and wolf dogs in front and behind the double team.
This battle alone can match at least 60% of the strength of Onmyo Shrine.
"Oh, you still say you're not afraid?
You're ridiculing me like this, and you want me to fight you one-on-one?"
"...Hmph, do you just want to stimulate me so that you can be more confident and bully the minority?
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"That's not the case."
Zhou Huayang waved his hand.
"Humph?"
It's a pity for a fat guy who is ready to act and wants to show off.
It felt that it could defeat the annoying guy in front of it, so it had no choice but to retreat a little.
Xiaoxue raised her head proudly, too lazy to help.
Ah Da and Ah Er put aside their fierce looks and retreated to the tree, squatting down and sticking out their tongues.
But even so, Seimei Masaki breathed a sigh of relief and had to admit that he was indeed a little panicked.
Seimei Masaki drew out the demon sword. The purple blade was extremely demonic and filled with evil energy.
The beasts in Liushen Mountain were frightened, and the livestock in the entire Yagyu Village kept barking.
Within a radius of ten miles, the villagers felt inexplicably uneasy and had chest tightness.
"Hua Yangjun, are you sure you want to be an enemy of me, the Japanese?"
Seimei Masaki has a handsome face with a sinister look on his face, and his eyes are cold and stern.
Seimei Masaki is extremely talented. Since he is the best Onmyoji in Japan, his swordsmanship is actually the best, but it is not known to everyone.
He held a knife in one hand, pointed toward the ground, and clasped a black yin-yang talisman in one hand behind his back, and said solemnly: "Perhaps, we can become friends! You and I are also standing on the top of mankind, and we should abandon national boundaries and disputes!
"Sit down and discuss the Tao, and jointly explore the ultimate method of martial arts!"
Zhou Huayang showed a sarcastic smile, "So, you are just like a thief, sneaking into my territory?
"This is not a kind gesture!
"If you can escape unscathed, you can visit me as a foreign friend someday and talk about Taoist cultivation!"
Having said this, Masaki Seimei gave up the last thought of subjugation.
The ultimate murderous intention in Lian Zang's heart surged out.
But at this time, in the sky in the direction of the chicken farm, a bright red fireball was like a meteorite falling to the earth, accompanied by the clear sound of clearing away the darkness and evil.
In the red firelight, Xiaoji's big eyes were revealed, full of anger, and cute yet serious.
"You guy..." Zhou Huayang held his forehead and forgot about Xiaoji.
When it launches an offensive like the scorching sun, it can no longer be stopped.
It had already arrived in the mid-air between the two of them, flickering the flames, opening its small mouth, and trying its best to spit out a wisp of flames.
The bright red flames fell slowly and slowly.
But the temperature was surprisingly terrifying, and the trees hundreds of meters around were "booming" and erupting into flames from their trunks, spontaneously combusting without fire!
The target of the flames, the strange and evil Masaki Seimei, had a sudden change in his face.
With a snap of his fingers, the black yin-yang talisman named "Hand of Yama" flew out, the talisman paper turned to gray, and black mist filled the sky.
In the black mist, a huge and ferocious ghost claw poked out, grabbed the flames, and clenched it tightly. The evil black mist kept shrinking and squeezing, trying to annihilate this wisp of flames.
But in the next moment, the clenched ghost claws turned from black to red, and finally erupted into flames, spreading to the entire arm, and then extinguished and disappeared together with the flames.
Seimei Masaki looked at this scene in disbelief. It took him half a year of hard work to refine this talisman, but it was just gone?
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When he was slightly lost in thought, Zhou Huayang unsheathed the Moxue sword in his hand, and fine snow fluttered over the West Mountain. With the sword's light like a long arc of moonlight, a cold storm rolled up in the West Mountain.