I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Huh? What did you guy say, don't you want to die?"

Hearing the strange guy in front provoked with a more proficient strumming than himself, the dozen or so men who blocked smoking under the torii immediately frowned and rushed up with their chins high with a grin.

"Ms. Araki..."

Seeing that the other party was crowded and worried about Sosuke Araki's loss, Yu Mayumi Torii anxiously ran down the steps.

No matter how powerful a spirit remover is, it is always just a mortal body.

"Miss Miko, don't worry...this kind of thing should be handled by professionals."

Higashino Yukihei raised his hand to stop, and then walked in the direction of Araki Sosuke.

"Crack".

Surrounded by more than a dozen men, Sousuke Araki took out the lighter unhurriedly and lit a cigarette. He seemed to be used to this kind of atmosphere.

Seeing him calm as a fish in water, the men of the Quintessence of the People's Republic of China felt a little unstable.

"Huh... there is a small alley next to it, do you want to go there to chat?"

Sosuke Araki tilted his head towards the alley next door and walked in first.

"Hey, your kid got water in his head, rushing to die..."

Hearing what he said, the dozen or so tattooed men froze for a while, and surrounded him unkindly, and walked into the alley where Yutaro and Torii used to smoke secretly.

"In this world, there is actually this kind of stunned green who is not afraid of death..."

Seeing Araki Zongsuke walking into the alley, Funamura smiled disdainfully: "Little bird Yusang, you should make a decision quickly. I am afraid that my little brothers will have no importance when they play with many people. NS……"

"You let them stop first, and then we will sit down and talk about something. If Araki-kun has something, you will never expect to get that thing."

He hesitated for a moment, and Yutaro Kotori seemed to have made up his mind.

"As long as Xiaoniao Yousang is willing to sit down and talk, then there is no problem...I believe that the quintessence of our country will definitely be able to give this antique a satisfactory price."

Hearing him let go, Funamura slowly walked towards the alleyway, seemingly ready to come forward to calm the situation.

...

Inside a mansion in Ibaraki Prefecture.

"Patriarch, aunt, she is no longer good, what should I do..."

Just when Yiwenyuren turned to look at Abe Temple with a residual knife in his hand, several young tribesmen just ran into the mourning hall and asked him for instructions.

Although there is a family doctor in the clan, facing people who have lost all blood, they are naturally helpless.

"Go away..."

Abe Temple held a pair of knives, and several people moved back.

But it was too late.

Yiji Yumaru moved.

Ichiji Yumaru, who is over fifty and has a strong body, exploded at a speed far surpassing that of the previous master.

His body was leaning extremely low like an animal, almost advancing against the ground, not even paying attention to the "cracking" sound of the joints of his hands and feet.

With the dancing of the magical red sword lights, the lower bodies of several tribesmen burst into vigorous blood mist, and then a bright fountain was ejected.

The blood in the air kept pouring into the residual knife in the hand of Yumaru Yiwen, condensing into red crystals.

Seeing this scene, Abe Temple no longer cared about the deceased in front of him, and the "Sun Wheel" long sword whirled and passed in front of him with flames.

The second day is first-rate, and the flames are cut.

The next scene left him stunned.

Yiwen Yumaru, who was walking on the ground, took the exact same posture as him, and the remnant sword swung around in front of him with a red glow, and he used the same sword trick he used in the future.

Although the flames of the Sunwheel Sword did not erupt, the opponent did use a single-handed effort to achieve the second-class first class, blaze slash.

"How is it possible... that the person possessed by this grudge can imitate the opponent's sword moves?"

Possession of resentful spirits and resentments is common, but most of the possessed people lose the ability to think and act like wild beasts based on instinct and obsession.

If Yiwen Yumaru is a peerless swordsman, it is still possible to use such an exquisite sword skill based on physical memory.

But he was just a knifemaker, and he had never practiced first-class for two days.

Without waiting for Abe Temple to think about it, with the sound of broken bones, Yumaru, a character in front of him, once again lowered his body, violating human physiological structure and approaching him close to the ground.

The reddish chrysanthemum in his hand, the text Zong Zong, quickly pierced out from bottom to top.

Secret sword, chrysanthemum a text cut.

Abe Temple's pupils shook, the chrysanthemum tightened, the lower body was cold, his hands and feet leaped high like a cat, and his swords crossed in front of him.

Accompanied by the red glow, sixteen intensive golden and iron crows.

The Abe Temple in midair, with the strength of the opponent's sword, leaped to the side, widening the distance.

After landing, he stared at the 16-petal chrysanthemum-patterned family crest on the other's sword hilt, and took a breath.

Only when he was in the air did he really see the other party's move.

The legendary chrysanthemum slash is a technique that can only be performed by a thin blade and a sword.

That fascinating red glow seemed to be a sword, but it was actually aiming at the budding weakness somewhere in the target's lower body in an instant, piercing sixteen swords continuously in a very small area.

Those who get this trick will definitely have a "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" on their lower body that is the same as on the hilt of the sword.

It's not as famous as meeting. This legendary sword move is as terrifying as it is.

One hit failed, and Yumaru Ichiji was like a broken doll, with his waist leaning back ninety degrees, his limbs curled up abnormally, and he pulled closer to Abe Temple like a zombie.

At the wound on his body, blood was constantly gathering from his arm to the handle of the knife.

Abe Temple didn't wait for him to come in front of him, and his whole body was surging.

This chrysanthemum-character zongzong not only allows the holder to use the same sword moves as the opponent, but also adds a pungent and cruel "chrysanthemum-character slash", which is difficult to contend with with sword skills alone.

As he swung his sword, the temperature around him dropped sharply.

A circle of frost centered on him, spreading around the ground.

In the suburbs of Ibaraki Prefecture in early May, snow began to fall in the sky.

Adds a bit of desolation to the blood-infested land.

The two days are first-rate, the moon is back, and the snow is falling.

Stepping on the frost on the ground and sticking to the falling snow, Yiji Yumaru's movements suddenly became sluggish.

"efficient."

The sword move took effect, and Abe Temple's heart sank.

The frost driven by spiritual power has little effect on living beings.

This shows that Uncle Yiwen has...

Just when he was ready to repeat his old tricks, picking out Yumaru's fingers, and knocking down that strange remnant knife.

Yumaru, who had originally rushed towards him, suddenly turned around and fell to the ground, jumping out of the window beside him like a cat.

It just ran away like this.

Then, several people screamed outside.

When Abe Temple rushed out of the mourning hall, there were already five or six men lying around.

A pool of blood flowed out of their lower bodies, a common blooming wild chrysanthemum.

A young and strong man was standing quietly on the bodies of those who had been sucked into corpses.

Ichiji Yumaru, who had fled with a knife, was also lying in it.

The Juyiwen Zezong, which should be in his hand, was nowhere to be seen.

The only unfamiliar man standing still looked at Abe Temple calmly with his hands down and his white eyes turned.

Obviously there is no sword in his hand, but that posture is like a peerless swordsman before drawing a sword.

Full of murderous intent.

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