Chapter 44 Magic Knife=?

He Tai's roar echoed in the small temple.

The dozen or so people who appeared suddenly showed their disdain, armed with weapons, and began to approach.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the Tibetan scripture room sighed slightly, and manipulated another substitute to block the sword for He Tai.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple still doesn't know the ins and outs of the certificate thing.

But this lead man.

Do not!

It should be accurate to say that he knew one of the two knives on the leader's waist.

Even at a distance of tens of meters, he felt the breath above.

Gloomy, manic.

Full of blood.

Magic knife!

The old monk of Tongshou Temple is very sure.

I just don't know which magic knife it will be.

The old monk thought in his heart, and manipulated another clone to watch the field.

"Kill him."

The leader said casually, his left hand was placed on the two long knives so casually, and the contempt in his eyes was almost real.

It seems that Mrs. He is not worth mentioning.

In fact, Mrs. He's performance was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

After the dozen or so people surrounded them for a while, they were completely defeated.

Fireball after fireball.

Each one hit these people hard.

On the other hand, Mrs. He herself was dexterous, interspersed lightly among these attackers, and easily avoided the passage of these people.

After about two minutes, all those who rushed up fell down.

They were all scorched black, their eyes turned white, and they lost consciousness.

However, none of them lost their breath.

are still alive.

"Oh, what a waste."

The frivolous young man in the lead sneered.

His eyes first glanced at the person on the ground, and then fell on He Tai again.

The meaning is self-evident.

Since they are saying, those who fall to the ground are trash.

It is also saying that He Tai, who has won the victory but is soft-hearted, is a waste.

call!

Mrs. He didn't refute the other party, just took a deep breath.

Everyone has their own rules of conduct.

He is also included.

If you can not kill, you will not kill.

Although doing this will make him constrained in doing things, but at the same time constrained, it will make him feel that he is still a human being, rather than a machine that will do whatever it takes to accomplish the goal.

Maybe I'm not a good person, but I still want to be a person.

With such a belief, Mrs. He worked hard to revive the family.

He won't change his beliefs because of someone's words.

Not before.

Not now.

after……

Neither!

"Get out."

Exhaling, Mrs. He's eyes were firmer and more energetic than before.

The talisman in his hand shot out like an arrow, with a muffled sound, and turned into a flame of the figure in the air, surrounding the leader.

Flames rise.

Burning heat.

The figure of the leader instantly disappeared into the flames.

However, Mrs. He did not relax at all.

When the flames surrounded the leader, a bad feeling rose in He Tai's heart.

As an Onmyoji, He Tai was born with extraordinary perception.

And the battle of the day after tomorrow has allowed He Tai to accumulate a lot of experience.

Therefore, when He Tai felt a bad feeling in his heart, the wandering onmyoji flashed to the side.

call!

The wind howled.

Just when Mrs. He had just completed the dodge action, a gust of wind blew past.

Under the strong wind, the fireball went out instantly, not to mention, a sharp air current passed by Mrs. He.

Mrs. He was not exposed to this air current.

However, the sharpness made his skin tingle.

The canopy draped over the body was even more shattered.

Blood was splattered 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 of the temple courtyard.

On the hard bluestone ground, 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?!"

He Tai's face changed and exclaimed.

Swordsman is the easiest option to enter from the present world to the other world.

But also just enter.

Such entry, mostly just represents cannon fodder.

If you want to gain a firm foothold in the true sense, you must at least have a trick that you can use.

And 'Sword Qi' is a sign.

Being able to wield sword energy means that the swordsman has reached a considerable level.

Even the demons will not be underestimated.

After all, many demons were killed by 'sword energy'.

Therefore, the swordsmen of this period were called—

Swordsman!

The person in front of him turned out to be Jianhao? !

He Tai thought in surprise, and the person who swung a sword on the opposite side sneered again.

"What? Surprised?"

"You think I'll be one of those trash fish characters?"

"Or……"

"You thought you could dodge my second sword!"

At the moment when the sword-wielding leader just finished speaking, he kicked the soles of his feet and charged towards He Tai like an arrow.

He Taiji shot out a piece of talisman paper, trying to stop the opponent.

But it didn't work at all.

The coercion formed by the sword force and the gust of wind it brought up made the talisman paper not even capable of forming a fireball, so it was torn apart like that.

More importantly, the leader with the sword was too fast.

Faster than He Tai imagined.

It was almost time for He Tai to react.

Mrs. He was too late to respond.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, responded quickly.

puff!

In the familiar collision, the old monk of Tong Shou Temple bumped into Mrs. He.

And he himself was split in two.

The blood drifted away.

Hot splattered He Tai's face.

He Tai was stunned in place.

"Big, Master?"

The wandering Onmyoji stammered.

The leader with the sword was stunned.

Then, surprise and sneer appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, a fool!"

"In order to save people, put yourself on board!"

"However, the so-called Master Tong Shou Temple is really weak."

"In the rumors, there is also an inheritor named Jason. You are so weak. The one named Jason is probably not as good as a waste, that is, a garbage or something?"

The leader with the sword shook his wrist.

The blood on the blade fell directly to the ground, revealing the blade as clean as new.

Then, aiming at the wandering Onmyoji is a straight stab.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the throat of the wandering Onmyoji.

As before, be quick and accurate.

The wandering onmyoji can't escape at all.

Looking at the blade that was getting closer, the wandering Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a stack of talisman papers appeared in his hand again. Even if he was about to die, he had to make the opponent suffer considerable damage.

With such a realization, the wandering Onmyoji waited for the moment when his throat was penetrated.

The opponent's sword is too strong!

When he is strong enough, he can only wait for the moment when his throat is penetrated before he can succeed!

close!

The blade is getting closer!

The wandering Onmyoji squeezed the talisman paper tightly!

Just when his throat was tingling, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand and was about to shoot out a talisman.

However, the opponent's blade is faster.

The straight stabbing blade turned into a diagonal slash.

After being slashed by the blade in the air, there was a screeching sound.

A bloodstain appeared on the right wrist of the wandering Onmyoji.

The blade has not yet arrived.

The coercion has already injured the wandering Onmyoji.

More importantly, with such an injury, the hand raised by the wandering Onmyoji was unstoppable.

Done!

Can't I even hurt the other person?

Despair rose in the heart of the wandering Onmyoji.

The leader with the sword looked at the despair of the wandering Onmyoji and let out that sarcastic laughter again.

"Oh, it's ridiculous."

"Will I be hurt by ants?"

"go to hell!"

The sarcastic sneer was filled with murderous intent.

The sword-wielding leader's sword stance is faster.

The other party had planned to cut off He Tai's wrist after cutting off He Tai's wrist.

Owl head?

No, no no.

Such a way of dying is really too cheap.

What the other party wants is to cry!

Howling in agony!

Only then can he and his blade be happy.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the Tibetan scriptures room began to run out.

Although the opponent's strength has been estimated, the strength shown by the opponent is stronger than expected.

no!

It's running too slow!

must……

The old monk of Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared all over his body.

Roar!

A low roar rose from his body.

But the next moment, it stopped abruptly.

Because, one hand grasped the blade.

When the blade was about to touch He Tai's wrist, a broad palm grabbed the blade.

laugh!

With the sound of metal cutting, sparks splattered everywhere.

The strong wind stopped, as if hitting a mountain.

Sharp, dull, as if diving into a rock.

The leader with the sword was taken aback.

Completely subconsciously to draw the sword.

However, the blade that was caught by the thug seemed to be rooted to the ground and remained motionless.

Not only that, but a larger force came from that palm instead.

It seemed that the blade was about to leave him soon.

The leader of the sword held the hilt tightly.

"Release me!"

The other party roared, and while using his arms, he lifted his foot and kicked the owner of this palm.

boom!

The raised foot was blocked.

Both feet collide.

The sword-wielding leader felt as if he was kicked on a pillar poured out of steel. Not to mention the pain in the soles of his feet, the opponent's soles still kicked up.

This time, the leader with the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.

He didn't dare to take it hard.

Whoosh!

With one foot on the ground, the sword-wielding leader quickly retreated four or five meters away.

When the distance opened, he could clearly see the person who had just blocked his sword.

Tall, strong, and arrogant in appearance.

Especially the kind of height and strength, people can't help but subconsciously doubt whether the other party is of human blood.

"Who are you?"

The sword-wielding leader who lost his sword put away his previous disdain, and he became cautious.

"Jason."

With such an answer, Jason, who had just returned, stepped forward and walked out of the shadows, bathed in moonlight.

Under the bright moonlight, Jason picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it.

Sharp and bright.

Should be a weapon.

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 was not clear, it seemed to be covered by something, but Jason could still smell it.

Reversing the handle of the knife, Jason threw the long knife in his hand to Hui Lijing's hand.

The female detective grabbed the sharp blade and began to step back cautiously.

"Jason?"

After the leader heard Jason's answer, he looked at Jason carefully again.

Especially Jason's palm.

No blood came out.

Not even any scratches.

All you have is the perfect skin.

"Vajra body?"

The leader spoke up.

Jason didn't answer.

He didn't have the habit of answering the enemy, and similarly, this arrogant leader wouldn't really listen to other people's answers. As soon as the voice fell, he started talking to himself.

"fair enough."

"With a sacrifice like you."

"My sword will definitely be able to take it to the next level."

While talking to himself, the opponent's right hand held another sword.

Just as he grabbed another sword.

The opponent's body began to shake.

Shaking as if drunk.

It seemed to be shaking like a sleepy one.

Stab, stab.

Small red lightning appeared on the hilt of the sword.

The sword has not been drawn yet.

A terrifying aura emanated.

At the position 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 a knife!"

"That's a magic knife!"

After realizing it, He Tai shouted loudly, his face pale and solemn as never before.

This wandering onmyoji never imagined that he would encounter a magic sword here.

These blades, which are called 'magic knives', each have their predecessors are so-called famous knives, but due to chance, they formed a monster-like existence, neither alive nor dead.

All there is is killing!

Just a life suck!

Just a thirst for blood!

Everyone who holds a magic knife will be corrupted by the magic knife.

In the end, they all turned into mindless murderers.

But in the same way, the magic knife will bring exaggerated power.

It's a shortcut to gaining power.

Normally, people can say no.

But in special circumstances, it is difficult for people to refuse.

After all, there is no guarantee that you will encounter anything that requires the power of the magic knife.

And once it starts, it cannot end.

It's like a fantasy made by a mandala.

In fantasy, it is happiness.

In reality, it is cruel.

But no matter what, the person holding the magic knife will definitely be extremely powerful.

That's for sure.

Therefore, the wandering Onmyoji is very nervous.

However, Jason was indifferent.

The female detective standing outside the main hall was also unhurried.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple, who was standing in the main hall, also had a calm expression on his face.

The female detective and the old monk Tong Shouji believe in Jason.

Jason?

The strength of the opponent is judged by the richness of the taste of the 'food'.

He can handle it.

And, with ease.

Therefore, Jason is not in a hurry.

More importantly, of course, his attention was on the peepers around him.

That's right!

In addition to this wave of people, there are peepers around Tongshou Temple!

There is no doubt that the flag of 'fear' is more attractive than imagined.

The sword holder clearly felt Jason's distraction, and the opponent who was still brewing suddenly burst out with anger.

He drew his sword.

Clang!

The blade was unsheathed, and the vibrato continued.

Like, the wind sings.

The sword bearer whispered—

"Listen, kamikaze whisper!"

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