Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Hurry up and hand over the killing stone. If it's my elder brother who does it, it will hurt you a lot."

Liao Wenjie shook the white-haired boy on the naginata and said ruthlessly: "Or do you think you can struggle a little and be lucky enough to kill me?"

Swish, swish, swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired boy threw out more than ten steel needles.

This is his usual weapon, called the 'Demon Shuriken', which has the effect of sealing humans and spiritual bodies. Once it hits, it can seal the enemy's spiritual power and mobility, turning it into a salted fish on the blade. , left to be slaughtered in situ.

Ding ding ding————

The steel needles collided with Liao Wenjie and were bounced in all directions. Coupled with his disdainful look of "you are a good food", it made the white-haired boy despair.

"That's it?"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and grabbed the young man's eyes: "I have given you the opportunity, but you did not cherish it, so I will accept this killing stone."

"Asshole, you can never succeed. My mission is to hand over the killing stone to the most suitable person." The young man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly stretched out his hands, and his fingers turned into worms with ferocious mouth parts, and clamped down on Liao Wenjie's wrist. .

The worms secrete extremely corrosive toxins from their mouths. Because their sharp teeth cannot break the skin, they can only stay along the arms, corroding the sleeves and causing large clouds of smoke to rise after they fall to the ground.

"It's okay, that person is me!"

"You monster, you are not human at all!"

The white-haired boy gritted his teeth and tried his best, but was still unable to do anything to Liao Wenjie. The fierce light in his eyes suddenly rose, and his body expanded rapidly.

Danger!

Liao Wenjie felt a chill in his heart and drew out his naginata and retreated from the place.

The next second, the boy's swollen body turned into a black ball, and black tentacles shot out at extremely fast speeds, attacking indiscriminately in all directions.

Liao Wenjie quickly backed away and saw clearly that the tentacles were made up of countless faces of resentful spirits. Because the density was too strong, the spirits that should have been invisible to ordinary people were now clearly visible to the naked eye.

When the tentacles attacked, Liao Wenjie retreated again and again, and came to Isayama Mei's side. He tucked him under his arm with his hand, and swung his naginata with his other hand to slash at the tentacles.

Uh-huh!

The cold light passed by, and the blade was instantly wiped out, intersecting with the tentacles, leaving only a bare handle.

(一`一)

Liao Wenjie took a breath of cold air, threw away the gradually atomized naginata, held the Victory Evil Sword in his hand, and ducked out a hundred meters away.

"What is this, a ultimate move to perish together?"

Looking at the black sphere with tentacles squirming in front of him, like a group of snakes having a party, he thought in his mind and frowned into a "Sichuan" shape.

In the two fights, whether it was the clone or the main body, the boy could only be tortured in front of him. The scene before him, he absolutely did not believe that it was the boy's own power.

There is only one explanation, it is the power of the Killing Stone, or the remaining abilities of the Nine Tails are manifested through the Killing Stone.

"This stone is really evil, but why didn't I find this hidden skill when I used it?"

Liao Wenjie murmured and glanced at Isayama Mei, who was kneeling on the ground next to him and was already dumbfounded: "Be honest, if you dare to cause me trouble, I don't mind giving you a ride myself."

This sentence is true. The tentacle monster opposite is too weird. If you touch it, you will die. Instead of letting Isayama Mei be assimilated into an evil spirit, it is better for him to kill the killer and pick up a wandering ghost. result.

"I, I understand..."

Isayama Mei stiffly turned his head, his eyes were stung by the red light of the Victory Evil Sword, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Liao Wenjie put on the Black Mountain Mask, waved the Victory Evil Sword, and flashed, leaving a red afterimage on the spot.

"The sword transforms into thousands, and the divine weapons of wind and fire are like laws and regulations!"

The red sword light split into hundreds in an instant, rolled down, and criss-crossed the large net of sword light. It was a dazzling light with an evil aura.

With a staggered blow, the black ball was instantly swallowed up by the overbearing and sharp sword force. The black smoke dissipated, and the wraith wailed horribly.

efficient!

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and ducked under the black ball. Without waiting for the tentacles to sweep in, he raised his hand and slapped the ball above his head.

The air compressed and exploded, and there was only a loud noise. The atomized air waves exploded layer by layer, and invisible heavy pressure bombarded the bottom of the sphere.

Under the violent impact, the sphere deformed into a hemisphere, like an exploding water ball. Countless black smoke spattered and dissipated. The sphere only lasted for half a second before flying toward the sky at high speed with the momentum of the impact.

Below, a red light shot up into the sky, biting behind it.

"The sword returns in a moment, the divine sword that defeats evil, exorcises demons and subjugates them!"

The red lights gathered in the sky and formed a huge sword. With a sweeping momentum, it carried scarlet light and cut the black sphere in half from bottom to top.

In an instant, the two halves of the sphere shattered and split into clouds of smoke surrounded by resentful spirits, rushing toward the city below like meteorites.

"The sword transforms into thousands, nameless and formless, and the sun and moon shine together!"

The blood-red sword divided into hundreds, forming an overwhelming force in the blink of an eye. The bloody wind and rain continued into a piece. In the rapid whistling sound, it intercepted all the smoke and defeated it in mid-air.

…

river bank.

The white-haired boy crawled out of the water and fell wet on the embankment lawn. At this moment, his face was pale, the whites of his eyes were dark, and his pupils were snow-white. He had already degenerated into an evil spirit.

"What a scary guy. Even the power of the Nine-Tails can't do anything about it. Is this why he ignores the Killing Stone?"

A flash of fear flashed in the young man's eyes, which was quickly replaced by resentment: "Damn guy, you don't want to integrate into the killing stone, why do you interfere with other people, their souls are obviously longing for the killing stone."

"I disagree!"

"!"

Hearing the sound in his ears, the boy felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and climbed up from the lawn full of fear.

Liao Wenjie stood on the shore holding a sword, his eyes blood red and ferocious under the mask: "Everyone has desires. The difference between beasts and gentlemen lies in the way they use to realize their desires. We cannot ask everyone to strive for self-improvement like me, but with the killing stone It’s inappropriate to feed other people’s desires.”

"you you……"

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, the auspicious day has arrived, it's time for you to hit the road!" Liao Wenjie raised his sword to defeat evil, and the red light surrounded him amidst the buzzing sound, encircling the white-haired boy.

"No, you can't kill me, I'm still burdened with searching..."

"I said, that person is me."

Uh-huh!

The red light swept across, the fine sword net washed down, and the young man's body turned into blood and flesh droplets all over the sky.

A big red hand stretched out, caught the falling killing stone, quickly shrank back, and placed the stone in front of Liao Wenjie with the stone in his palm.

"It's such a big one. With my current assimilation speed, it will take at least three months to absorb it completely."

Liao Wenjie shook the yellow talisman and threw it down. He took the stone and shook it in his hand. Three months was too long.

On the other side, Isayama Mei fell into a daze after witnessing the fight between gods. Her eyes showed extremely strong yearning. If she had such a powerful power, the heir to the Isayama family would definitely not be Isayama Yomi.

No, if she is so powerful, she will never be satisfied with the position of a family heir. She will lead the Isayama family to unprecedented glory, and it is not a bad idea to make the Tumiya family of the clan surrender and become a branch family.

But no, the power belongs to others. If she is weak, she can only act as a spectator, and even her life must be saved by others.

The family heir and the family heirloom sword were all inherited by his adopted daughter. Although Isayama Yomi is very good, she is not bad either...

"How wonderful it would be if she hadn't been there, if uncle hadn't picked her up on a whim!" Isayama Ming clenched his fists and murmured to himself with his long hair covering his face.

"Sorry, I didn't hear anything."

Liao Wenjie walked out of the darkness and came to Isayama Mei in two steps. He looked down at those twinkling and frightened eyes. After a moment, he slowly said: "I probably understand why that kid came to you. A fly can't bite you." Egg, your idea is dangerous."

"No, I...I'm not, I'm not jealous of her."

After being distracted for a moment and saying what he was thinking, Isayama Mei panicked and lowered his head suddenly, not daring to look at Liao Wenjie.

"I didn't say you were jealous of her."

Liao Wenjie curled his lips and referred to the legendary group of girls' dormitories, which showed that it was another case of plastic sisters.

However, what does this have to do with him? It really does. That was also when the tearing started. He moved a small bench to watch.

Liao Wenjie squatted down, holding a ball of water in his palm, to heal Isayama Mei's injuries.

The palms of both hands were broken, and the boots on the feet couldn't be seen. The injuries must have been similar. An ordinary woman would have been rolling on the ground in pain.

After the injury on his palm was healed, Liao Wenjie grabbed Isayama Ming's calf, untied his boots, placed his palm against the instep, and repaired the bloody wound.

"You are the exorcist agent in the countermeasures room, right? Your injuries are fine and you will be able to jump around soon. You can call them to contact them." Holding his white and tender feet, Liao Wenjie couldn't help but take a second look, although he didn't have a foot fetish. It's a kind of fetish, but I have to admit, these feet are pretty good-looking.

"No, my name is Isayama Mei, and I am a freelance exorcist."

Isayama Mei's eyes twitched, and he curled up his knees to hide his bare feet. Forgive her, this powerful man with mysterious origins...well, his eyes were not very regular.

"Isayama..."

Liao Wenjie blinked and took off Isayama Mei's other boot: "I see, the girl you are jealous of is Huang Quan, and you are her sister."

"..."

Hearing Liao Wenjie mention his cousin with a familiar tone, Isayama Mei gritted his teeth.

She was jealous again.

"One thing to say, in terms of appearance and temperament, I prefer your type, so in my opinion, there is no need for you to be jealous of her."

After the cure was completed, Liao Wenjie looked at Isayama Mei with a serious face: "Everyone has his or her own destiny. What you have is not hers, and what she is not yours. We are all in the same boat. There is nothing to be jealous of."

Isayama Mei: "..."

It makes sense, but this position is weird. Could you please release her feet first?

"Sir, you and Huang Quan..."

"My name is Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Mr. Kurosaki, what is your relationship with Huang Quan?" Isayama Mei asked while putting on his shoes.

"Just friends, we just met today."

"Then...can I be friends with you?"

"Um!?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, looked at Isayama Mei with a guilty look on his face, and said honestly: "It's okay to make friends, but something is very wrong with you. The starting point is because I am Huang Quan's friend. Give me a... I am jealous of my sister, so I seduce her. The feeling of a friend.”

"I'm not, I didn't!"

Isayama Mei's face turned red. She just didn't want to lose to her sister. Without other random thoughts, seduction was out of the question.

"Don't get excited, I'm just talking casually."

Liao Wenjie waved his hand, still honest and sincere: "Actually, even if you seduce me, I'm not afraid, because I will fall down as soon as you push me, and I can be easily seduced, so it's useless to be afraid."

Looking for a hookup, come quickly!

Isayama Mei: "..."