House Witch

Chapter 608: 607. The Light of Justice

"Damn, is this really something that can be done with the magic power of 5w mana?"

"Hiss, who is that foreigner, and why is he so scary?"

"As expected of Mr. Eight Great's guests, they are all big bosses."

"Si Guoyi, Red Bean Paste Si Guoyi"

"Hiss, Ibuki-sama's strength has risen again these years, this..."

"This level of strength, can we really grasp it?"

The two sword gods on the stage were still wrestling, their sword intent collided with each other, and the sword energy flowed horizontally, but in the audience, the people who had originally attended the oiran banquet had already started whispering after being shocked.

The reason why everyone dared to come to this oiran's welcoming banquet was not only because they were greedy for the wealth and news of Huajie, or because they were greedy for the beauty of the beauties, but more because of their confidence in the power behind them.

They all know that Ms. Ibuki is a wild horse, which is extremely difficult to tame. One bad one may lead to backlash, but everyone is a decent person, and all of them are full of self-confidence. They always think that others can't do it, but I'm sure I can do it of.

But now, looking at the oiran below who is waving a huge mace, laughing and crazy, like a terrifying ghost king, many people present have retreated in their hearts.

This level of strength, and a wild horse with a history of rioting and wounding people is not easy to tame. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

Although in order to participate in this welcome banquet, everyone spent a lot of money to buy tickets, but now everyone has obtained a few Demon Sword Girls, and the effort has been reaped in almost the same way, so quitting at this time is not counted. Too bad.

Although the guests in the audience communicated in a low voice, and some even communicated via sound transmission, this was still heard by Ibuki Yuki in the arena. Immediately, the evil ghost oiran was a little depressed, and more regretful.

"It's overdone, it's frightening the snake."

She realized her mistake and thought so in her heart.

She is also a little speechless about her ghost nature. In order to restrain her minions and show weakness to the enemy, she has honestly been the oiran in this flower street for so long, so long that others have almost forgotten her strength. Thought she had given in.

However, although a lot of this battle has been completely exposed, it has already raised the vigilance of these prey, and I am afraid that it will not be easy to start in the future.

Thinking of this, Ibuki Yongyi felt a little angry again amidst remorse, she was angry at her lack of composure, and also at the opposite guy who ruined her event by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

She thought it was just a farce that could be easily dismissed to teach the brat a lesson, but who would have expected that in the end, she would be forced to show her true skills in desperation, what is this called.

"Who exactly is Your Excellency?"

While resisting the blade that was still pressing towards her, she questioned her opponent suspiciously.

She wondered if there was an inner ghost on her side, which caused the plan to be leaked in advance, and then someone specially came to deal with her.

You must know that the sword god is not a Chinese cabbage, there are not many people in Dongying Island, and the one in front of him is obviously not one of the old sword gods, and it is very likely that he came from the outside world.

That is to say, has the Council of Sages or the Tribunal, or maybe even the Three Kings, noticed the situation on Dongying Island?

This kind of conjecture dilutes the original anger and remorse in Ibuki Hoshiguma's heart. After all, attracting the attention of the outside world is what she wants.

However, although the evil ghost oiran was very anxious, on the opposite side of her, the house witch was frowning and slightly disappointed.

"What, I thought you were so good, but it turned out that you are only at this level."

Dorothy sighed, and said in a somewhat dispirited voice.

Ibuki Yuki: "."

Hard, hard, stick and fist hard.

What's the matter with this man? Finding fault on purpose, right?

"Isn't that the same, Your Excellency? Even someone of my level can't win easily."

She couldn't help but also became angry.

"No, Auntie, you misunderstood. I don't have any opinion on your strength, but I'm a little disappointed in your realm. The purity of your sword god is really far from enough."

Dorothy was very calm about the evil oiran's ridicule. After thinking for a while, she shifted her strength and stopped wrestling with her opponent. The demon knife and the big stick separated. He opened his mouth and explained.

"Auntie, your swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the level of a sword god, but you have an empty body and no soul. Your sword heart is really messed up."

She shook her head, commenting with regret.

"I feel endless anger from your sword, but this anger is not pure, it has no goal, it is just a futile desire to destroy, and even in that anger, I can smell cowardice. You are afraid in your heart, no Just afraid of others, even a little afraid of yourself, what is the reason for this?"

"The scorching anger will destroy you and everything around you sooner or later. Is this the result you want? If so, it's fine. Why are you still afraid? It's because you still have lingering love for something, and you are unwilling ?"

"In short, in my opinion, you are not crazy enough, and you are not so crazy. You may think you are an avenger, but I only feel the self-defeating of the weak from you."

"Such a weak belief is not enough to reach the realm of no thoughts and no thoughts, Sword God? It's just a show."

Dorothy commented so.

Then, she took back the demon knife in her hand a little bored, and her interest faded.

"Forget it, let's stop fighting. It's boring to fight with you. Unfortunately, I thought you and I were the only swordsmen present. Now it seems that I was thinking too much. You are just like everyone else. You are also rubbish. It's just a piece with a very delicate appearance. Just rubbish."

The house witch in the state of the fairy king is really arrogant and a little boundless.

However, although the words were a little blunt, a little crazy, and it didn't sound very nice, what she said was all the truth.

For a skilled warrior, the collision of swords and fists, this is the best communication, far more effective than inefficient and pale words.

After all, words can be deceiving, but martial arts and martial arts are very difficult to deceive.

The collision of the sword and the stick just now was enough for Dorothy to understand the heart of the evil oiran lady, so the Fairy King felt a little bored.

What Miss Wuhun wants is a hearty duel between swordsmen, not such a half-baked concept of mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Such an empty determination on the opposite side was not worthy of her drawing the sword.

Fighting against such an opponent is not happy at all, since it is not happy, then it is no match.

According to this concept, the goblin king, who was disappointed and returned, went back angrily, and the house witch, who was happily eating melons and watching dramas in the spiritual world, had no choice but to return to her place.

She glanced at the evil oiran who was standing there dumbfounded by her little Siyi's mouthful, and couldn't help being a little speechless at "my" honesty.

"Can't you be a little more tactful?"

Dorothy talked to Xiao Si like this, but the Fairy King didn't bother to talk to her. It seemed that Wuhun Avatar was really disappointed this time.

Fine.

The house witch is a little helpless, she is not a pure warrior, she doesn't understand the pride of these warriors.

She glanced at the evil oiran who had been hit by the cannonballs, and even her eyes were obviously shaken, thinking about how to clean up the situation.

On the other side, Ibuki Yuki was really shaken in his heart.

Although, as a peak witch, it's a bit embarrassing to be crushed by a little witch's mouth, Miss Huakui is also very helpless, after all, every sentence the other party just said hit her inner weakness quite accurately.

That verbal attack, which is like mind reading, is really hard to guard against.

"Is there really someone who can read people's hearts through duels? It's so nonsense. I used to think it was just a legend."

Ibuki Yuki looked down at the mace in his hand, thinking so.

In the history of Dongpu, there were indeed such legends of sword masters who exchanged their hearts with swords, but when she herself reached the realm of sword masters, she did not have such abilities, so she only regarded this thing as a legend.

But now, this legendary plot happened to her. It was just a short fight, and the opponent saw everything about her.

It turns out that it wasn't the legend that was wrong, it's just that I'm not a real swordsman yet.

Miss Oiran sighed in her heart, and gradually understood everything.

She recalled the scene when she held the sword for the first time.

The girl named Ibuki Yuki grew up in this flower street since she was a child. Her biological mother was the Fuji girl raised by the mirage, and she was also the original oiran. Great swordsman.

The encounter between the two mothers has the taste of the storyline sung on the roadside. The noble young swordsman likes to be romantic, and the beauty who lives in the flower street is lovable. The two people with very different status and status meet after a chance meeting. It was love at first sight, and then the two naturally knew each other and fell in love with each other, and even secretly conceived the crystallization of love with secret techniques.

The offspring of a witch are precious. After all, most witches can only use the childbirth secret technique once or twice in their lifetime. If there are too many, it will hurt the body.

This is especially true for witches born in aristocratic families. Every use of a secret technique is related to the inheritance of the family, and it often requires careful preparation, so there is no way to do it casually.

Therefore, as a matter of course, the swordsman's family who did not know the identity of the vine girl was very annoyed that their young master fell in love with a prostitute, and even gave birth to a child with that prostitute, and felt that they had ruined the lintel. It is against the two being together.

However, facing the opposing family, the proud swordsman directly abandoned her former status and identity. She took the initiative to cut off the connection with the family and became a rogue.

At that time, she was already well-known as a swordsman, and she was confident that she could bring a happy life to her lover and children with the sword in her hand.

Therefore, the two had agreed to elope together, leaving the feudal and decadent Dongying Island directly to start a new life in the wider world of witches outside.

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The real trouble is actually on the oiran's side. Every vine girl actually has an owner. They are the treasures and personal belongings of the distinguished guests in Huajie.

But now, his own treasures were actually stolen by someone, which was obviously a great shame to the noble person behind it.

It's just that the family behind the former swordsman was so prominent that even the people behind the scenes didn't dare to act rashly, but the proud swordsman himself gave up his umbrella, so the noble person in the shadows would naturally not be polite.

A chase begins.

No matter how strong a young swordsman is, he is still young after all. Her past glory made her misunderstand her own strength. Therefore, even though she has tried her best to protect her wife and daughter in the end, the continuous, transcendent The strong enemy she imagined still grinds her to death.

The swordsman died of exhaustion, and the oiran died for love. It should have been a tragic love that ended here.

However, when the killers originally wanted to leave, a baby's cry broke the silence.

From the belly of the pregnant but dead oiran, a ghost baby came out of its abdomen. Its first cry was born, and the terrifying magic power carried in that cry made the killers terrified.

The crying of the most talented witch cubs in the legend is enough to turn into innate magic, but this kind of genius is rare for thousands of years, and now, the ominous ghost baby born by the dead body seems to exist like that.

The ghost baby brought back by the killers was handed over to the person behind the scene, and the person behind the scene was delighted to see it, because the child had better vine girl qualifications than her mother, and was the best vine girl material.

As a result, the ghost baby was sent back to Huajie, where she would replace her biological mother as the oiran, and also replace her biological mother's responsibility of being a respected person as a mother.

The oiran, the head of all flowers, looks beautiful, but it is just a greenhouse flower planted by the man in the cloud. It is time to pick the flowers when they are in full bloom.

And sixteen years later, the time for picking flowers has come. When the noble person came to Yoshiwara Flower Street in disguise, she was waiting to appreciate and enjoy the beauty and fragrance of the flowers that were lost and recovered in the early years.

When she just came here, she had already glanced at the face of the bright girl in the grand oiran hall, the young oiran was really beautiful.

Not only is she more charming than her biological mother, but between her brows she also has the heroic spirit and chicness of that popular young swordsman back then. She is the beauty of beauties, the best of the best.

This wave was earned by her blood.

The nobleman thought so proudly in his heart.

And when the oiran's team came in front of her, according to the custom, the newcomers had to wear swords and armor to perform etiquette.

Thus, the young oiran held a knife for the first time in his life.

It was also that night that the blood color covered the Flower Street, and the red lanterns and red satins hanging under the poplar houses became even more gorgeous.

That night, all the guests on Flower Street saw huge blood-colored ghosts laughing and wreaking havoc.

It was also that night that all the famous swords on Dongying Island rang together, as if celebrating the birth of the son of the sword.

Ibuki Yuki, sixteen years old, is an oiran. For the first time in his life, he drew his sword and beheaded 136 enemies.

Few people in Dongying Island now know what happened that night. They only know that someone from the central castle tower delivered an imperial order that night. As a result, the evil spirits in Huajie subsided, and the Huajie changed its owner.

But, thinking of this, Ibuki Yuki himself raised his head, and looked at the figure of the poisonous snake-like woman at the head of the auditorium with a complicated expression.

eightfold purple.

As soon as he saw this hateful guy, the evil ghost oiran thought of the pain when his face was ruthlessly trampled under his feet.

That night, she had just completed her sword heart.

Similarly, that night, her sword heart was broken.

From then on, she understood that there is a limit to personal bravery, and no matter how strong she is, she will not be able to subvert this rotten Dongying Island.

But now, looking at the dazzling and dazzling opponent in front of her, Ibuki Yuki saw her youthful rebelliousness from the opponent's face, but she didn't say much.

He just silently took back the mace in his hand.

The vigor and courage of young people are always enviable, but how many people can keep such treasures forever?

The real sword god?

Thinking of this realm that all swordsmen dream of, the evil ghost oiran shook his head.

There are many warriors in the ghost clan, but she is not a pure warrior.

She's just a vengeful ghost who just has to find a way to drag everything into hell.

Well, as long as Dongying Island is destroyed, even if they all die together.

Now that the opponent doesn't want to fight anymore, Ibuki Yuki is also going to go back and continue to be his oiran.

But, at this moment, something flew towards her from the opposite side.

The evil ghost oiran reached out and grabbed the flying object, then looked down, his eyes widened.

It was a silver-white dragon tablet with the word "Judgment" shining brightly on it.

"I'm just here to travel. I don't care about other things. I borrowed this thing for you to use. You can shake people yourself. If you have a wrong, you have revenge. When I'm done traveling, just remember to return it to me."

Dorothy waved her hand and said so.

The House Witch is exiting gracefully