I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"This...Is it a bit too hard this time..."

Looking at Jin Busy's bursting and empty bridgehead, Takumi Fujiwara panted heavily, feeling sore back and legs soft and feet floating.

"Yes... this is a bit... the appearance of a god child..."

The chrysanthemums sprinkled in the room one after another, revealing the trembling earthwork year three who was kneeling down in front of the city gate alone.

"Although your technique looks weird and unheard of, it is only the use of divine power through the ‘fantasy’ method, and it cannot be separated from the essence of ‘equal exchange’..."

At this moment, there was no one around him, the entire left arm and the long blade behind him had been turned into fragments, as if he looked like a defeated general...

"If you guessed right, the trick just now should have temporarily exhausted the divine power stored in your body, right?"

With the full blow of Fujiwara Takumi, the power of the ghosts and gods lingering around the earth for three years is also much weaker than before, but on the scarlet flag behind him, the white "sincere" is still stubbornly flying in the wind!

"Huh... a bit of supernatural power, for me, it's the same as the billion points of pocket money that is credited to the account on time every month..."

"Anyway, I didn't earn it, so I don't feel bad about it."

Fujiwara Versailles Takumi, whose calves trembled wildly and reached out to support the bridge pier, was still unwilling to show weakness.

"Boom!"

Just as the two breathed out through the "mouth-cannon link", the city gate in the northwest, not far apart, burst into flames visible to the naked eye!

"Huh? Unexpectedly... even A Sheng was defeated?!"

As if sensing something, Tufang Sui San's face turned white, and then he smiled stubbornly: "Hey, your companion, it seems that he is not an ordinary person... I was still worried that A Sheng is too boring."

Following the gaze of Mufang Suisan, Fujiwara Takumi, who was completely relieved, looked at the familiar flame-ridden figure to the west, with a slightly loose face: "Hoho, Mochizuki, that guy, although there is a lot of water in his head, he can only fight. In this matter, it's still..."

"boom!"

In the next second, a burly figure rushed out of the city gate, and once again fought with Mochiueche who was standing on the bridge!

"What... this ghost... can be resurrected on the spot so quickly... even MOBA games have to count down!"

"boom!"

When Fujiwara Takumi's "correction" was not over, a blood flower suddenly bloomed on his shoulder...

"This shot is just a warning..."

Slowly getting up from the ground, the earthworker with a gun in his hand was three years old, and the killing intent in his eyes was better than before.

"When fighting, your eyes, it is best not to leave your opponent!"

"You... how do you..."

In Fujiwara Takumi's surprised gaze, the grayish breath of Tufang Sui San's body decayed suddenly soaring into the sky!

The broken left arm, the broken military uniform and the incomplete military blade recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huhahahahahahaha!"

Under the cherry trees covered with black snow, black figures are rising again!

"Yes! I'm not done yet!"

The Turk Suishan roared wildly, and motioned to his subordinates to charge Fujiwara Takumi again!

"This'reverse pentagram' has accumulated a hundred and fifty years of resentment, enough to flood Hokkaido, and it's all for my use at this moment..."

The storm-like attack slammed heavily on the barrier that Fujiwara Takumi hurriedly propped up...

"It doesn't matter if it's me, Asheng, Soujirou, or anyone else... the grievances will not go away, the death fight will not stop!"

From time to time, through the shelter of divine power, the swords brought bloodstains on Fujiwara Takumi's body.

"Your Excellency is facing the Shinsengumi who never bows his head!"

Encouraged by Tufang Sui San, these newly seng group's resentful warriors have become more brave as they fought, and become stronger as they die!

"What are you thinking, idiot god..."

At the same time, Lu Ren's lazy voice rang in Fujiwara Takumi's ear.

"I never lost to them back then, and you are not allowed to lose today! 』

More surging and thick divine power, with the rhythm of wave after wave, eight shallow two, poured into his empty body without pity!

"So...sounding...it's me who suffers, bastard!"

Enduring the soreness of the "channel" being continuously widened by the too strong divine power, Fujiwara Takumi crossed his hands and shook his head, simultaneously shooting out two rays of light with chrysanthemum patterns inside...

"Oh? It looks like you have more energy left..."

Seeing the young priest suddenly "rejuvenated" in front of him, Tufang Suishan's eyes completely turned blood red, and the Pentagram fortress behind him continuously gave him a black breath, entangled with the power of the gray ghosts and gods like resonance. !

"Follow me and swear to the death!"

"Swear to the death!"

"Swear to the death!"

Infected by his enthusiasm, the resentful spirit warriors all around roared, and their swords also brought a trace of the power of ghosts and gods!

"not good……"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Takumi Fujiwara spread out his golden wings on his back, and he rose into the air, and left the encirclement...

He wouldn't stay in the same place stupidly, resisting such massive attacks with the "power of ghosts and gods".

"Fleeing before the battle, is this the manner of the Meiji Emperor Godko?"

Mufang Suishan raised the spear in his hand, turned it into a black bullet and slid in front of him, slashing the barrier in front of Fujiwara Takumi with a single knife!

"Tsk, my task is to keep you in the bridge."

In the midair, free from the siege of those resentful spirits, Fujiwara Takumi's pressure dropped sharply.

"As for other things..."

He curled his mouth, his hands burst out with a spark, unwilling to show weakness, burned a hole in the opponent's chest!

"There is an idiot stronger than me, so I will deal with it!"

One person, one ghost, just like that, head-to-head in mid-air!

"Except for the guy with the evil spirit of Dongmen, there is no stronger presence than yours...wait..."

Suddenly, Tufang Suizan stopped his movements, and looked towards the city gate to the south with feeling: "...Sojiro?"

"Hehehe, at the speed of a warrior warrior, it's about time to get there, right?"

Seeing the surprise on the other's face, Fujiwara Takumi's mouth showed a sly smile.

...

"The girl in red shoes was taken away by foreigners"

The cold and cold nursery rhymes echoed at the southern gate of Goryokaku at the far end.

"I took a boat from Yokohama Pier and was taken away by a foreigner"

The overwhelming black hair, undulating like waves, flooded the ground and bridge deck outside the city gate.

"Now that she has turned into blue eyes, she must be in a foreign country, right"

All kinds of petite dolls, like schools of flying fish shuttled in the Black Sea, leaped back and forth on the "sea surface".

"Every time I see red shoes, I think about it, every time I see a foreigner, I think about it."

Under the cherry blossom trees on the outside of the moat, from time to time, there will be warriors all in darkness bursting out of the ground.

But in the next second, those warriors will be swallowed by the group of dolls and black hair in the black sea before they have time to react.

And among the continuously rolling "black waves" and "flying fish", a figure with a single-handed sword, as fast as lightning, is moving forward through the waves...

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