A foreigner's journey

The swordsmanship showdown in front of God finally ushered in the final winner.

But no one in the audience cheered for the winner, they all kept their heads down in silence.

Even birds and beasts can keenly feel the terrifying sense of oppression gathering in this Sheathan Mountain Sword Guard Temple, which is [the wrath of the gods].

Yan Qihua stood there covered in injuries and gasping for air, her feet almost sinking into the rubble. He looked at the messy and ruined martial arts stage in front of him, then looked at his hands, and finally looked up at the swirling dark clouds in the sky against the heavy rain, with a trace of confusion on his face.

The sun was... Why would the gods help me?

At this time, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, which was the natural reaction of a beast when it encountered the being at the top of the food chain.

Dong... Dong... Dong... The dull knocking sounds one after another kept causing Qihua's heart to tremble, and he could even feel the gravel shaking under his feet.

Shichika suddenly turned around and looked at the high altar. She saw the high-ranking Susanoo god with a cold expression on his face. He was tapping the armrest of the throne with his index finger and said in a cold tone:

"Xiao Jiu'er, you turned this swordsmanship showdown before a god into a farce. What do you think...what should I do to you?"

Blame? What's the matter with Jiu'er? Wait a minute, did Jiu'er use her ingenious strategy to cause the gods to attract dark clouds to block the sun, thus allowing herself to win?

Shichika was not happy about this, even he understood the sacred meaning of swordsman duel. Not to mention that Shichika and Qiang Baibing gave everything they had, risking their lives and even the futures of the 'Quan Dao' and 'Xu Dao', and fought with all their strength under the gaze of the gods.

Although Jiu'er has good intentions and wants to help herself, this is not a sword-fighting journey, but an upright sword duel! Even if she wins, Shichika will not feel any joy, only a deep sense of exhaustion and loss.

Her fists were clenched tightly, and her knuckles soaked by the rain were pale and bloodless. She took a deep breath and walked towards the high platform of the God's throne. In any case, Jiu'er was helping herself, and she must have considered putting her own life and death at risk. If the gods really want to punish him, then let him die instead of Jiu'er with his sword.

On the other side, Jiu'er knelt on the ground, pressing his forehead tightly to the ground and letting the cold rain soak his whole body. Only by truly facing the gods can we understand what "divine power is like prison". Under such a strong sense of oppression, Jiu'er couldn't even lift his head.

Being led into a trap designed by a mortal like himself, even Heather, who has a heroic temperament, probably won't let it go, right? Fortunately, I had already considered this ending when I said it.

I was so tired. I had been living anonymously and fearfully in the shogunate for twenty years, trying to overthrow the shogunate with my weak body, and trying to make the Ying family who killed their father pay a heavy price.

But in the end, he was trapped in a love trap called "Qihua" and couldn't extricate himself. Thinking about it now, I'm afraid this is the sword poison called [Xu Dao·Yu], right? Shikisaki Kiki, as expected, all of your completed variant knives are poisonous, without exception.

Jiu'er had thought countless times about the strategy of overthrowing the shogunate and killing Rong Qihua, but whenever he saw those innocent and blazing eyes, Jiu'er would always lament in his heart and overturn the planned plan.

In the end, Jiu'er still reached this point - sacrificing his own life to win the final victory for Rong Qihua. Shichika, after the gods send down the divine punishment and crush my body, soul, and mind, you can be freed from your shackles and live happily and comfortably as the leader of the strongest Hollow Tongue style in Japan.

You no longer need a knife holder, you are no longer a simple [sword], but a living [person].

"Respecting the gods and talents, the villain is the wielder of the virtual sword, and his strategy is the 'sword skill' of wielding the sword. Regarding this point, the villain does not think that it is beyond his power to make plans for the flow of the virtual sword in the audience. Lift.”

Hearing Jiu'er's words, Tsuruga Camouflage was furious: "Qiu'er! Be bold!"

It wasn't just her, a thousand black witches erupted with their thoughts at the same time. The terrifying thoughts mixed into overwhelming malice. Ordinary spectators who were a little closer turned their eyes and fell to the ground, fainting from the shock.

General Jiaming, who was hiding aside, was ecstatic. This woman was so bold and dared to disobey God on the spot! ? Quick, let's rain down the thunder and chop this woman to death!

Standing next to Heather, Biwomu Reincarnation's face looked a little strange. Is Xiao Jiuer deliberately irritating the god and the black witch under his command? No, she wanted to take all the responsibility on herself and remove Rong Qihua from this sin of deceiving the gods.

"But the villain took advantage of the God's goodwill to win the victory. Such a heinous crime will never be redeemed by the villain."

Jiu'er's forehead was pressed tightly against the muddy water on the ground, and his voice was firmer than ever:

"I beg God to grant death."

"Ha..." Heather chuckled, and even Biwomu Samsara, who was standing next to him and was good at figuring out people's hearts, couldn't tell whether the god really thought Jiu'er's words were funny, or whether he was laughing in anger.

"Please wait!"

At this moment, Ren Qihua quickly walked up to Jiu'er and stood between her and Heather:

"Jiu'er used this strategy to let me win. If she wants to kill her, as the most direct beneficiary, I should die for her."

right! Let’s kill this difficult Void Sword Style too! General Jia Ming could not restrain his inner joy and almost laughed out loud. I was originally worried that after the woman died, the Void Sword Style would inherit her will and go crazy to cause trouble for me, but now it seems that the plot direction is simply perfect. Die, die all! After watching a good show, all the conspirators who had been hiding for a long time appeared and were killed by divine punishment. I continued to rule the world safely. Is there any more perfect script than this?

"Are you serious? Qihua, for the sake of your sister, if you step back now, I can still spare your life."

Heather's index finger continued to tap the armrest of the throne, like a huge drum sound vibrating in everyone's hearts.

"Qihua! Get out of here!" Jiu'er was anxious. He raised his head slightly and grabbed Qihua's blackened trousers, trying to pull him back. But with her little strength, how could she possibly move Qihua?

"Lord God, I am Jiu'er's sword, and she is my sword holder. If she really has to face death, I should be the one standing in front of her."

Qihua smiled calmly, without any fear of death:

"I'm sorry for making the final battle of the Kami-mae Swordsmanship Duel so miserable. Qiang Baibing is an opponent I respect very much. If it were to happen again, I would still choose to face him and Bo Dao directly instead of using your divine power to block the light of the sky. It's a pity that I only I can apologize to Qiang again in the underworld... I killed Qiang, I ruined your mood, please kill me to appease your anger."

Tears flowed from the corners of Jiu'er's eyes, and she finally understood what kind of stupid thing she had done - she ruined the most noble and sacred duel between swordsmen. There has never been a more grand and sacred sword duel in front of the gods in the past, but he used his strategy to ruin it all.

I have always only thought about Shichika as a [sword], ignoring his most basic identity as a [swordsman]. Such a victory is something Qihua despises.

"……It is my fault."

Jiu'er stood up unsteadily, held Qihua's hand, and looked at Heather with tears in her eyes:

"I am willing to die with Qihua, I just hope that Qiang does not walk too fast on the road to hell."

Heather laughed softly, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, and finally it became like thunder exploding in the sky:

"Hahaha! If Qiang has forgiven you, wouldn't you know it by asking him yourself?"

"Huh?" Not only Jiu'er and Qihua, but also Biewo Mulan Samsara and everyone present were stunned. Isn’t it true that Qiang Baibing cannot die any more? Those experts with extraordinary eyesight saw with their own eyes that Qiang Baibing was hit by a hand knife from Qihua Hua, and the ground beneath him and the entire Sword Guarding Temple Square were cut in half. How could he still survive?

As for Qihua, he was even more confused. He was sure that he had indeed killed Qiang Baibing, and the touch from the knife could never be faked.

All eyes were focused on Heather. The god raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. The whirlpool of dark clouds in the sky rotated rapidly. A ray of sunlight fell downwards from the center of the whirlpool, and happened to fall on Qihua and Jiuer. Not far ahead.

The light was so strong that everyone had to turn their heads or close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, they were shocked to find a familiar figure standing in the beam of light——

Qiang Baibing!

He also had a look of shock on his face at this time, and his clothes still looked like they were torn apart by the seven flowers during the battle, but there were no injuries on his body, and the thin knife was nowhere to be seen.

At the last moment of the battle, the repaired [Light Egg] quietly restored Qiang Baibing's broken body while Qihua delivered the final blow, but did not wake up Qiang Baibing who fell into a coma due to the huge impact. It's placed here with this dramatic effect.

"Resurrection of the dead, can even such a thing be realized? You are indeed a god..." Biwo Mulan Samsara opened his mouth wide. At this moment, there was no doubt in his heart. The reason why gods are gods is because of Him. Can do what ordinary people cannot.

Qihua was also surprised, but he quickly returned to normal, stepped forward and said sincerely to Qiang Baibing: "I'm sorry, Qiang, it was me who played a trick and caused the duel between you and me to become imperfect. I am willing to sacrifice my life for this. To apologize to you, please kill me.”

"Qiang Baibing..." Jiu'er stood beside Qihua with a guilty look on his face: "I ruined the most sacred swordsmanship duel between you and Qihua. If you want to kill him, you should kill me too."

This is definitely not an act of mystery. Qihua and Jiuer have really made a decision and are ready to use their lives to make amends to Qiang Baibing and the gods.

Only then did Qiang Baibing realize what had happened. He returned to his usual cold demeanor. He first turned around and bowed deeply to Heather to express his gratitude, and then looked at Qihua: "Qihua, if you win, you win. Master Qi is your sword holder. You won the game beautifully, I have nothing to say."

Then he looked at Jiu'er again, with a rare hint of smile in his tone: "Qi Strategist, I have to apologize to you for betraying the Sword Conquest Alliance. If I want to pursue the case, I will have to let you chop a few times." Taking it out?"

"Qiang Baibing..."

Qiang Baibing turned towards the direction of the throne, knelt on one knee and lowered his head: "Honored God, I am not dissatisfied with the result of this game. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk to them. I have no worries and can be used at any time." Return to the land of hell."

"Hahaha, what a good show! Qiang, Qiang, you really did not disappoint me!"

Heather laughed:

"The poison of the sword has been eliminated, and now Qiang Baibing has completed the final forging and has become a real 'full sword'. Humanity has been lost, and now Qihua has also completed the final forging and has become a real 'virtual sword'. This Well done in the swordsmanship duel in front of the Goddess, well done, beautifully fought, perfectly fought! I declare that both of you are the final winners!"

With that said, Heather stood up from the throne. Lightning flashes kept appearing in the dark clouds above her head. Every flash of lightning would reflect the extremely huge one-armed Susano'o figure deep in the clouds.

"Speaking of which, Qi Qihua and Qian Bai Bing, you can tell me your wishes. Whether you want to become the strongest swordsman in the world, obtain the strongest weapon in the world, or seize the highest authority in the world, I can satisfy you all.”

Qiang Baibing and Qihua looked at each other and shook their heads.

Quan Dao is a swordsman who can exert all his power by picking up any weapon, even a tree branch, while Xu Dao is a swordsman who does not use any weapons. God-made weapons are of no use to them.

The two of them are confident that they are already the strongest swordsmen in the world. If they want to distinguish themselves, it will only be one of them. There is no point in becoming stronger.

As for the world...

"Honored God, I don't crave power and status, because the shogunate that rules the world has long been corrupt, so it would be better to destroy it." As a wandering swordsman, Qiang Baibing was already extremely tired of the ugliness of the shogunate, so how could he join it.

Qihua glanced at Jiu'er and understood what she had been longing for, so she said, "Lord God, if you really want to make a wish, I hope that there will no longer be a shogunate in this world."

"Qihua, why don't you give Qi Shi..." Jiu'er didn't want Qi Hua to waste such a precious opportunity to make a wish for herself. After all, gods can resurrect the dead. In that case, would Qi Shi who was killed by Qi Hua also die? Can……

"No need, Jiu'er. This world has tortured my sister for too long. Rather than resurrecting her, it would be better for her to accompany such a gentle god. As the god's chosen one, she will definitely live a happier life." This. The person who understands Qishui best in the world is Qika. After witnessing her sister being tortured by illness for more than 20 years, Qihua didn't feel that her sister had any nostalgia for this malicious world.

When Qihua and Qiang Baibing expressed their wishes, the endless whirlpool of dark clouds above their heads began to rotate rapidly, and thunder struck down from the sky one after another, like a scene at the end of the world.

In the audience, Negative Ji closed her eyes. Is this [corrective power]? Will history, which began to deviate three hundred years ago, finally get back on track under the power of God?

Bang! General Jiaming was shocked and angry. Unable to bear it any longer, he slapped the ground and shouted:

"Wait a minute! You! What on earth are you talking about! I am a general, a big shot who rules the world! You talk empty words like you are asking the gods to destroy the shogunate? Do you know what kind of world will become once the shogunate collapses? Hell!?"

The General, who usually could decide someone's life or death with just one word, did not have anyone pay attention to him at this moment, but focused all their attention on Heather.

"Really? [Destruction of the Shogunate], is this the wish of the two of you?"

Heather spoke in a strange tone, with one hand on her waist:

"Aren't you going to change your wish to something else? For example, immortality or something? Okay, okay, although it's a little troublesome, since it's a wish, it has to come true, right?"

Accompanied by thunderous laughter, Heather turned into a bolt of lightning and struck into the depths of the vortex of dark clouds, merging with the extremely huge shadow of the Susanoo God. The storm had already covered the entire sky over Japan.

Under everyone's awed gazes, and amid the desperate cries of General Jia Ming and the shogunate officials, the huge divine figure deep in the clouds waved the Tian Cong Yun Sword tightly held in his left hand, and then slashed downwards!

Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, chopping General Jiaming and those obese noble officials into charcoal. Owari, Kyoto, Tango... the castle towers of every shogunate were struck by lightning. The civilians in these areas firmly controlled by the shogunate looked up at the sky in shock, looking at the ray of light deep in the clouds. The huge divine shadow issued a verdict——

[From today on, the shogunate will become history! In the washing of thunder and light, welcome a new era! 】

This is God’s judgment, and no one dares to disobey it.

Since then, Japan has entered a new era. In the following hundreds of years, no real powerful class will rule the world in the form of a "shogunate". Of course, this is all a story for another day.

After a long time, the thunder finally dissipated.

Seeing General Jiaming turned into charcoal, Jiuer cried with joy and hugged Qihua. She completely gave up her revenge on the Yin family and only wanted to live with Qihua forever from now on.

Denial Ji Yaoyuan looked at the man and woman hugging each other, curled her lips slightly, took out a bloody mask fragment with "Unbearable" written on it from her arms, and walked away quietly while shaking the flower fan. The false shogunate was destroyed, and the mission of the Shikisaki family was finally completed. She could embark on a journey with her beloved Youemon Zaemon.

The wood reincarnation of me laughed happily, and my figure melted into the air.

Qiang Baibing picked up the miraculously intact paper umbrella from the rubble, patted the dust on it and then raised it, bowed to the sky and floated away. Since God has granted him a second life, he will never waste this opportunity and will do his best to protect the civilians who suffered due to the collapse of the shogunate. From now on, he is no longer the Sword Master Qiu Baibing, but the Ronin Qiu Baibing.

The vortex of dark clouds above the head gradually stopped rotating, and the figure of Susano'o also laughed and gradually disappeared.

As if knowing that this was the moment of separation, many black witches couldn't help crying, but Heather's laughter suddenly sounded in their hearts.

[My black miko, don’t hesitate, don’t have doubts, live happily as my spokesperson! 】

Only then did the black witches realize that they had a piece of paper in their hands. On the paper was Heather's self-portrait. The painting was lifelike and focused on his handsome appearance. These are a thousand self-portraits that Heather stayed up all night to draw. They were a little gift for his black witches.

Tsuruga Camouflage gently held the self-portrait to his chest, raised his head to look at the sky, and said silently in his heart——

Lord Heather, I wish you a smooth journey and long military fortunes.

PS: This volume is finished.