The dozen or so people who suddenly appeared showed disdain on their faces, holding weapons in their hands, and began to approach.
The old monk Tongshou Temple in the scripture room sighed slightly and controlled another substitute to prepare to block the knife for Mrs. He.
The old monk from Tongshou Temple still doesn’t understand the ins and outs of the certificate matter.
But this leader.
No!
It should be more accurate to say that he recognized one of the two knives on the leader's waist.
Even from a distance of dozens of meters, he could feel the aura above.
Depressed, manic.
Filled with the smell of blood.
Magic knife!
The old monk Tongshou Temple was very sure.
I just don’t know which magic knife it will be.
The old monk thought in his heart and controlled another clone to watch the field.
"Kill him."
The leader said casually, his left hand resting on the two long knives casually, the contempt in his eyes almost seemed to be real.
It seems that Mrs. He is not worth mentioning.
In fact, Mrs. He's performance far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
A moment after these dozen people gathered around, they were defeated.
Fireballs followed one after another.
Each one hit these people hard.
However, Mrs. He herself was nimble in her steps and light in body, weaving in and out among these attackers, easily dodging their passage.
After about two minutes, all the people who rushed up fell down.
Their whole bodies were burnt black, their eyes turned white, and they lost consciousness.
However, no one lost their breath.
All are still alive.
"Oh, what a waste."
The young man with frivolous eyes in the lead sneered.
His eyes first swept over the people on the ground, and then fell on Mrs. He.
The meaning is self-evident.
Since it is said that the person who falls on the ground is trash.
It is also saying that Mrs. He, who has clearly won the victory but is soft-hearted, is a waste.
call!
Mrs. He did not refute the other party, but just took a deep breath.
Everyone has their own rules of conduct.
He is no exception.
If you can avoid killing, don't kill.
Although this will make him feel constrained in doing things, at the same time, it will make him feel that he is still a human being, rather than a machine that uses any means to achieve its goals.
Maybe I'm not a good person, but I still want to be one.
With this belief, Mrs. He worked hard to revive the family.
He will not change his beliefs because of someone's words.
Not before.
Not now.
after……
Neither will!
"Get out."
Exhaling loudly, Mrs. He's eyes were firmer and brighter than before.
The talisman in his hand shot out like an arrow, with bursts of banging sounds, and turned into a ball of flame in the air, surrounding the leader.
The flames rise.
Burning heat spreads.
The leader's figure instantly disappeared in the flames.
However, Mrs. He did not relax at all.
When the flames surrounded the leader, an unpleasant feeling arose in Mrs. He's heart.
As an Onmyoji, Mrs. He was born with extraordinary perceptions.
The battle the day after tomorrow allowed He Tai to accumulate a lot of experience.
Therefore, when He Tai felt a bad feeling in his heart, the wandering Onmyoji stepped aside.
call!
The wind howled.
Just when Mrs. He had just completed her evasive action, a gust of wind blew by.
The fire ball was extinguished in an instant under the strong wind, and a sharp air flow passed He Tai.
Mrs. He was not exposed to this air current.
However, the sharpness made his skin tingle.
The cloak draped around the body was even more torn.
Blood was everywhere and pain spread from his left arm.
But Mrs. He didn't pay attention to this at all. He lowered his head and looked at the ground in the temple courtyard.
On the hard bluestone floor, a finger-wide gap passed by Mrs. He and extended to the steps in front of the main hall of Tongshou Temple.
"Sword, sword energy?!"
Mrs. He's face changed and she exclaimed.
Swordsman is the easiest choice to enter the other world from this world.
But it's just entry.
Most of these people just represent cannon fodder.
If you want to truly gain a foothold, you must at least have a unique skill.
And ‘Sword Qi’ is a symbol.
Being able to wield sword energy means that the swordsman has reached a certain level.
Even the devil will not underestimate you.
After all, many demons were killed by the 'sword energy'.
Therefore, the swordsmen of this period were called——
Swordsman!
The person in front of me is actually a swordsman?!
Mrs. He thought in shock and confusion, and the person opposite who swung the sword sneered again.
"What? You're surprised?"
"Do you think I will be one of those bastards?"
"Still..."
"You think you can dodge my second sword!"
The moment the leader with the sword finished speaking, he kicked off his feet and rushed toward He Tai like an arrow.
Mrs. He shot out pieces of talisman paper, trying to stop the opponent.
But it's no use at all.
The pressure caused by the sword's power and the strong wind caused the talisman to be torn apart without even being able to form a ball of fire.
More importantly, the leader with the sword was too fast.
It was faster than Mrs. He imagined.
He Tai was almost there and didn't even have time to react.
Mrs. He had no time to react.
The old monk Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, reacted promptly.
puff!
In a familiar collision, the old monk Tongshou Temple knocked away Mrs. He.
And he himself was split in two.
Blood spreads.
The heat splashed all over He Tai's face.
Mrs. He froze on the spot.
"Master?"
The wandering onmyoji stammered.
The leader holding the sword was stunned.
Then, surprise and sneer appeared on his face.
"You are indeed a fool!"
"You put yourself on the line just to save others!"
"However, the so-called Master Tongshou Temple is really weak."
"It is rumored that a successor named Jason has been found. You are so weak. I'm afraid that Jason is worse than trash, just a piece of trash, right?"
The leader holding the sword flicked his wrist.
The blood on the sword blade fell directly to the ground, revealing the smooth and new blade.
Then, he aimed a straight stab at the wandering Onmyoji.
The tip of the sword was aimed at the wandering Onmyoji's throat.
As before, fast and accurate.
There is no way to avoid the wandering Onmyoji.
Looking at the sword blade getting closer and closer, the wandering Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a pile of talisman appeared in his hand again. Even if he was going to die, he had to make the opponent suffer considerable damage.
With such awareness, the wandering Onmyoji waited for the moment when his throat would be penetrated.
The opponent's sword is too strong!
It was so strong that he could only wait for the moment when his throat was penetrated before he could succeed!
Close!
The blade is getting closer!
The wandering Onmyoji holds the talisman tightly!
Just when his throat felt stinging, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand and was about to shoot out the talisman.
However, the opponent's sword blade is faster.
The straight thrust of the sword turned into a diagonal slash.
There was a hissing sound in the air after the sword blade was cut through it.
A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the wandering Onmyoji's right wrist.
The blade has not arrived yet.
The pressure has already injured the wandering Onmyoji.
More importantly, with such an injury, the wandering Onmyoji couldn't help but raise his hand.
It’s over!
Can't I even make the other person hurt?
The wandering Onmyoji felt despair in his heart.
The leader holding the sword looked at the despair of the wandering Onmyoji and let out that sarcastic laugh again.
"Ha, that's ridiculous."
"Will I be hurt by ants?"
"Go to hell!"
There was a ferocious murderous intent in the sarcastic sneer.
The leader holding the sword moved faster with his sword.
The other party had already planned to cut off He Tai's wrist and break it at the waist.
Owl leader?
No, no no.
That way of death is really too cheap, Mrs. He.
What the other party wants is to wail!
Howling in agony!
Only in this way can he and his blade be happy.
The old monk Tongshou Temple in the scripture room began to run outside.
Although the opponent's strength has been estimated, the strength shown by the opponent is stronger than imagined.
no!
Running too slow like this!
Must...
The old monk Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and his whole body glowed with a faint golden light.
roar!
A low roar rose from him.
But, the next moment, it stopped abruptly.
Because, one hand held the sword blade.
Just when the sword blade was about to touch He Tai's wrist, a generous palm grabbed the sword blade.
laugh!
There was a sound like metal being cut, sparks flying everywhere.
The strong wind stopped, as if it had hit a mountain.
Sharp, dull, as if it had dived into the rock.
The leader holding the sword was startled.
It was completely subconscious to draw the sword.
However, the sword blade grabbed by the thug seemed to have taken root on the ground and remained motionless.
Not only that, but a greater force came from that palm.
It seemed as if the sword blade was about to leave him.
The leader holding the sword held the hilt tightly.
"Let me go!"
The other party roared, and while exerting strength with both arms, he raised his foot and kicked the owner of this palm.
Bang!
The raised foot was blocked.
The soles of both sides collided.
The leader holding the sword felt as if he was kicking on a pillar made of poured steel. Not only was the sole of his foot painful, but the opponent's foot was also kicked forward.
This time, the leader holding the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.
He didn't dare to take this kick.
Whoosh!
With one foot touching the ground, the leader holding the sword quickly retreated four or five meters away.
When the distance widened, he could clearly see the person who had just blocked his sword.
Tall, strong, with a rough and mighty appearance.
Especially that kind of height and strength, people can't help but subconsciously doubt whether the other party is of human blood.
"Who are you?"
The leader with the sword who lost his sword put away his previous disdain and became cautious.
"Jason."
With this answer, Jason, who had just returned, took a step forward, walked out of the shadows, and was bathed in the moonlight.
Under the bright moonlight, Jason picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it.
Sharp and bright.
It should be a sharp tool.
However, compared to the long sword in his hand, he was more concerned about the other sword on the opponent's waist.
The smell of ‘food’!
Although it wasn't clear, as if it was covered by something, Jason could still smell it.
Reversing the handle of the knife, Jason threw the long knife into Hui Lijing's hand.
The female detective caught the sharp blade and began to retreat carefully.
"Jason?"
After hearing Jason's answer, the leader looked at Jason carefully again.
Especially Jason's palm.
No blood was shed.
There aren't even any scratches.
All he has is his intact skin.
"Vajra body?"
The leader spoke.
Jason didn't answer.
He did not have the habit of answering his enemies. Similarly, this arrogant leader would not really listen to other people's answers. As soon as he finished speaking, he started talking to himself.
"That's fine."
"With a sacrifice like you."
"My sword will definitely improve to the next level."
While talking to himself, the opponent's right hand grasped another sword.
The moment he held the other sword.
The other party's body began to shake.
Shaking as if drunk.
It also seems to be swaying like sleepiness.
Stab, sting.
Tiny red lightning flashes appeared on the hilt of the sword.
The sword has not been drawn yet.
An overwhelming and fierce aura was already exuding.
From where the sword holder stood, tiny cracks began to appear on the bluestone ground.
"Magic, magic knife!"
"This is the magic knife!"
"Don't let him draw the knife!"
"That's the magic knife!"
After realizing it, Mrs. He shouted loudly, her face pale and solemn as never before.
This wandering onmyoji never imagined that he would encounter a magic sword here.
The predecessors of these blades, which are called "magic swords", are so-called famous swords, but due to chance, they have formed a monster-like existence, with neither life nor death.
All there is is killing!
Just a sucking of life!
Just a thirst for blood!
Everyone who holds a magic sword will have his mind corroded by the magic sword.
In the end, they all became mindless murderers.
But in the same way, the magic knife will bring exaggerated power.
It's a shortcut to gaining strength.
Normally, people can say no.
But in special circumstances, it is difficult for people to refuse.
After all, no one can guarantee that you will encounter something that requires the power of the magic knife.
And once it starts, it can't end.
It's like an illusion created by a mandala.
In illusion, there is happiness.
In reality, it is cruel.
But no matter what, the one holding the magic sword will definitely be extremely powerful.
That's for sure.
Therefore, the wandering Onmyoji was very nervous.
However, Jason looked indifferent.
The female detective standing outside the main hall was also unhurried.
The old monk from Tongshou Temple standing in the main hall also looked calm.
The female detective and the old monk Tongshou Temple believed in Jason.
Jason?
The strength of the opponent can be judged by the richness of the 'food' taste.
He can deal with it.
And, it’s easy to do with ease.
Therefore, Jason was in no hurry.
Of course, more importantly, his attention is on the peepers around him.
That’s right!
Apart from this group of people, there are still peepers around Tongshou Temple!
There is no doubt that the flag with the word "fear" is more attractive than imagined.
The sword holder clearly felt Jason's distraction, and the anger at the opponent that was still simmering suddenly burst out.
He drew his sword.
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed and vibrating continuously.
Just like the sound of wind.
The sword holder murmured in a low voice——
"Listen to the gentle chanting of the divine wind!"
