A swish sound~~
Sun Xiaolong in mid-air did not give Mitsuru Jubei a chance to breathe.
As he raised his hands, two sharp ice and fire knives suddenly came out of his hands, floating in the air and spinning rapidly.
next moment--
He was caught firmly by the two extra arms on his back.
"Kill~~!"
He shouted loudly.
Sun Xiaolong took advantage of the situation and attacked forcefully, and his whole body suddenly fell to the ground. His rickety figure was instantly on a parallel line with the passive enemy.
"Damn..."
The top and bottom cannot care about each other.
Mitsurugi Jubei's eyes widened, and he wanted to withstand the fierce attack of the powerful enemy, but found that he couldn't free his hands at all.
boom--
There were two swords above to restrain Mitō Jubei's defensive posture, while under his body, his original arms punched fiercely for a frontal assault.
He took advantage of his three heads and six arms to the extreme.
Sun Xiaolong's eyes flashed fiercely, and with one powerful blow, he had already sent the Jubei with swords flying away as he was caught off guard.
A whooshing sound~~~
The whole person was like a kite with its string cut off, flying upside down and falling into the blazing sea of fire behind him.
"Well......"
A heavy wheezing sound erupted from the nasal cavity.
Sun Xiaolong hunched his dilapidated body, grinning like a wild beast, staring into the depths of the flaming ruins, never taking his eyes away for a moment.
Qiang——
Black sword light rose into the sky.
Wherever the sharp edge went, all the surrounding flames and house ruins were blown away.
Crouch on the ground.
Mitsurugi Jubei stood up slowly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his brows were already sharp.
"Teacher, is this what you call a pure heart..."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.
Mitsurugi Jubei shook his head and sighed softly: "Surprisingly, I actually bumped into him."
in mind.
That afternoon many years ago is still fresh in my memory as if it happened yesterday.
"Jubei, congratulations."
In the courtyard.
A monk wearing a bamboo hat stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sweating young man with a smile on his face.
"This rare monster of a weapon spirit, 'Black Sword of the Demonic Realm. Rashomon', has been successfully refined and tamed by you."
above the ground.
A huge long black knife was stuck upside down deep into the ground. The surrounding soil had already collapsed, and huge craters were exposed in an orderly manner. It was a devastated place.
"It finally worked, but I was exhausted..."
He collapsed and sat down on the bumpy ground.
Mitato Jubei, who was only in his early twenties, let out a sigh of relief, raised his head and grinned, his expression full of relief.
"teacher!"
After a while, he quickly looked at the monk in front of him.
Mitsurugi Jubei asked excitedly: "In this case, will I officially become a night watchman?"
"Theoretically yes."
The sun shines in the courtyard.
The monk in front of him had kind eyes and raised his hand to straighten his bamboo hat, and said with a smile: "But if you want to become a truly strong man, you must practice more."
"Ah? Do you still want to continue practicing?!"
It was like a deflated rubber ball in an instant.
Mitsurugi Jubei raised his hand to spare the back of his head and complained: "I have already mastered the power of this black sword, is there anything else necessary?"
"Push against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."
Put your hands together.
The monk looked up at the afternoon sky and sighed: "The power of the night watchman comes from the biological force field. This itself is a difficult process of pursuing the natural path. If you don't understand the essence of life, no matter how good your talent is, you will not be able to do it." Sooner or later, others will surpass you."
There was a pause.
Zhanyan smiled slightly, and the monk continued: "Since you want to become a strong person, training courses that are far beyond the limits of ordinary people are of course necessary and there is no room for negotiation."
He drooped his eyelids.
The young man sitting on the ground immediately felt helpless and lay down on the ground again, unable to exert any extra strength.
"There's one more thing you have to remember."
Stretch out your white palm.
The monk remained calm and flicked the blade of the "Black Sword. Rashomon" with one finger.
In an instant.
The dark blade trembled silently, and the dull buzzing sound was endless, emitting faint fluctuations of mental power.
"The weird weapon spirit "Black Sword. Rashomon" specializes in attacking the demonic obstacles in the human heart, setting fire to the body and making it impossible to defend against."
Put your hands together again.
The monk in front of him had a calm expression and continued: "All living beings in the six realms, no one with spiritual wisdom, can transcend the shackles of the seven emotions and six desires. People will have desires, and having desires will lead to paranoia and evil."
He pondered for a moment.
The monk smiled and said: "So, theoretically speaking, unless you meet an expert who has activated the third level of biological restriction lock or above, very few people can escape from your blade."
Seeing Mitsurugi Jubei beaming with joy.
The monk suddenly changed the subject and reminded: "However, there is also a kind of person who will become an exception. Although such people are rare, once you meet them, they will become the nemesis of your ability..."
"Then, he is a person with an 'innocent heart'."
He was suddenly startled.
The young Mitsuru Jubei's face was full of doubts, he couldn't help but frown, and asked: "'Innocent Heart'... what on earth is that?"
"The self has no desires and is aloof from the world. If you do what you want to do without any intention, you are an innocent child in the world."
Close your eyes.
The monk in front of him looked up at the sky and said sadly: "This kind of people live an extremely pure life, with no good or evil in their hearts, let alone the concept of right and wrong. They love openly and openly, and hate without any scruples. "
"Just like a newborn baby, it doesn't know what fear is, and it doesn't have too much care or obsession..."
He lowered his head and smiled.
The monk looked at the confused young disciple, shook his head and said: "Such a person's state of mind is like a jade in the rough, and will not be affected by the world. How can he have the so-called inner demon? Naturally, your ability cannot affect him at all."
As the saying goes, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
Actually.
Every new life has a pure "innocent heart" when it first comes to this world.
But as time goes by, growth and suffering, as well as worldliness and experience, slowly corrode the simple heart.
What follows is that all kinds of false obsessions completely occupy the desires in people's hearts, creating demonic obstacles in the subconscious.
Although the chance is very small.
But some people, due to various reasons, still maintain the "innocent heart" they had when they were babies.
In their hearts, there are only the most primitive instinctive desires, but they are not contaminated by experience and the world.
"No, teacher..."
His face was filled with tears.
The sword-wielding soldier was stunned and said: "If I really encounter such a ruthless character in the future, wouldn't I be very passive? Could it be that I can only let him slaughter me at will?!"
Wanran smiled.
The kind-hearted monk waved his hand and caressed it gently, and the black sword on the ground rose up, spun in the air and landed next to Mitsuru Jubei.
"So, you can't slack off. From now on, you must practice diligently."
Waved.
The monk in front of him said without changing his expression: "You have rested enough, get up quickly, let's continue..."
"ah?!"
In the courtyard.
The young man's painful wail suddenly sounded again.
Immediately afterwards——
The sound of metal colliding was endless. Two very different figures, one old and one young, flashed back and forth in the courtyard. The strong wind blew the fallen leaves to the horizon, turning them into a unique afternoon scenery.
...
Roar~~~
The roar in his ears suddenly brought Mitōjubei back to his senses.
A sea of fire rose all around.
Not far away, Sun Xiaolong lowered his figure and slowly waved his two swords with the extra arms on his back.
The whole person looked like a beast ready to attack, carefully observing its prey.
"I'm unlucky..."
A swish sound.
Mitsurugi Jubei lowered his head and smiled bitterly, pulled off the white strap on the handle of the sword, and wrapped it around his arm.
"Fortunately, I listened to the teacher's words and did not waste my youth..."
The bandage in his hand floated up.
As if possessing spiritual intelligence, the sword Jubei and the huge black sword are closely connected.
boom--
The warriors in the ruins moved instantly.
The raging impact left a huge crater on the ruins on the ground.
"I have never wasted all these years..."
A dark whirlwind streaked across the sky.
Mitsurugi Jubei flashed sideways behind Sun Xiaolong, and the white bandages spread all over the sky, like fairy flowers.
The dark broadsword instantly transformed into thousands of shapes, and the densely packed blades were pointed at the back of the powerful enemy.
"I'm also proficient in physical attacks!"
His eyes glowed with a brilliant bronze light.
Mitou Jubei did not dare to take it lightly, and immediately released the restraints of the "Biological Restriction Lock. Bronze Greed" in his body.
Black Knife Thousand Blades - Wind Demon Slash!
He was startled violently.
Sun Xiaolong, who fell into madness, quickly turned around to respond to the enemy.
When I turned around, I realized that the black blades all over the sky were overwhelming, pouring out like mushrooms after rain, so much so that they covered most of the chaotic night sky on the spot.
Rumble——
A heavy roar sounded in the village shrouded in fire.
Light and shadow flew by, and smoke and dust raged.
The terrifying force field aura instantly spreads in all directions, and can be clearly felt even from several kilometers away.
...
same moment.
The "Rage Fortress" is located in the conference room in the cabin.
Xue Yun and everyone are discussing the combat plan against the secret laboratory of the "Zhongshan Group".
As a beam of light on the ceiling flickered inexplicably, the face of the mechanical skeleton suddenly levitated out.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhao Tianyi asked quickly.
"Report to my lord and benefactor..."
A pair of electronic eyes flickered on and off, and T800 said: "The spacecraft has officially entered the airspace of 'Sakurai County'."
"Isn't that great?"
He nodded with satisfaction.
Sitting on the chair, Xue Yun said confidently: "Try to get closer to the local daimyo 'Katoya' first. Don't alert the other party. Just keep a certain distance and wait for the next order."
"But......"
The mechanical skeleton was slightly embarrassed, suspended in the air and hesitated to speak.
"If you have anything to say, feel free to say it boldly."
Pushed up his glasses.
Zhao Tian said calmly: "There are no outsiders here, at least so far. The relevant information can be shared with everyone."
Hear the words.
T800's electronic eyes flashed with a faint light, and reported in a deep voice: "Just now, the spacecraft's radar detected two force field auras of unknown origin, about one kilometer away from our current location... .”
He glanced at everyone.
T800 said bluntly: "After data analysis, the identity of the owner of one of the force field auras has been confirmed, and he is an old acquaintance of ours."
"Old acquaintance..."
He couldn't help but frown.
Xue Yun quickly raised his head and asked, "Who is it?"
"One of the former members of the "Golden VIP" team."
T800 didn't give in, and said: "Asura Ripper - Sun Xiaolong!"
