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Who's comparing swordsmanship with you two?

I'm going straight for American Iaijutsu!

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…”

Nightstar didn't give Nurarihyon any chance to catch his breath, continuously pulling the trigger.

Nurarihyon's speed naturally couldn't be faster than bullets.

He could only do his best to dodge, trying to ensure he wasn't hit, or at least avoid vital areas.

If it were the younger Nurarihyon, he might have truly dodged them all.

It's just a pity that although he appears young now, he is ultimately old.

A bullet pierced Nurarihyon's lower leg.

He frowned slightly in pain, but as the leader of all demons, this minor injury obviously couldn't affect him too much.

“Hmm…”

After emptying the magazine, Nightstar looked at Nurarihyon, whose lower leg had been pierced, put the pistol into his pocket, and then suddenly stretched out his left hand, saying with a justified tone.

“You stand there and don't move, wait for me for a moment.”

As he spoke, amidst Nurarihyon's complex gaze, he took out a black-covered notebook from his pocket, and also fished out a ballpoint pen.

After opening the notebook, Nightstar wrote while muttering to himself.

“Even a great demon of Nurarihyon's level can't defend against close-range pistol fire, recovery ability remains to be proven…”

Writing this, Nightstar raised his head, looked at Nurarihyon opposite him, and smiled.

“By the way, help me out, how long would it take for you to fully recover from such an injury? How is the pain? Assuming the pain of a normal human being shot is 5, use a number to express your current level of pain.”

Nurarihyon was dumbfounded by the questions.

“What are you asking these things for?”

“You don't understand this?”

Nightstar looked at the other party as if he were an idiot, and replied as a matter of course.

“Of course, it's to collect more information, and summarize the most efficient, most convenient, and safest way to kill you types of monsters.”

Nurarihyon was completely stunned.

Good fellow, you're quite honest.

Are you treating me like an idiot?

Would I tell you this?

“Don't want to say it?”

Looking at Nurarihyon's wonderful expression, Nightstar revealed a friendly smile.

“Forget it if you don't want to say it, after all, even if you say it, I can't be sure if it's true, I should just verify it myself.”

“By the way, let me show you something interesting.”

Hearing this, Nurarihyon frowned slightly, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened a bit.

What tricks is the other party going to play again?

Could it be that he's going to pull out a gun again?

Nightstar handed Kikumonji to his left hand, and his right hand stretched out forward, with his palm facing the sky.

A thick cloud of black gas appeared in his hand.

“Let me mention, I have a very special ability.”

“As long as I know how to make a weapon, after recalling it in my mind, I can create it with the power of evil spirits.”

Watching the cloud of black gas gradually lengthen and take shape, Nurarihyon's pupils shrank in shock.

He no longer had time to think about how powerful Nightstar's ability was.

Could it be that the other party is planning to create that thing?

In Nurarihyon's shocked gaze, the black gas gradually took shape, forming a weapon.

It is a weapon, but not a cold weapon.

Nightstar put Kikumonji back into his waist, and both hands held this black, streamlined, smooth, and exquisitely beautiful as an artwork…

Shotgun.

Nurarihyon was dumbfounded.

This thing can also be made on the spot with the so-called power of evil spirits?

Why!

Why can you use supernatural abilities to create this kind of modern technological weapon!

The style is completely different!!!

“Heh heh.”

Nightstar nodded with satisfaction, raised the shotgun, and aimed at Nurarihyon opposite him.

“Let me emphasize again.”

“Old timer, times have changed.”

“What era is it now, still playing traditional exorcism?”

Chapter 111 Nurarihyon Displays His Strength, Exorcist's Unlimited Blade Works

“Boom!!!”

As Nightstar's finger pulled the trigger, the shotgun muzzle emitted a deafening gunshot.

The shotgun bullet shot out, and the moment it left the muzzle, it turned into dozens of black steel balls, shooting towards Nurarihyon's body.

Faced with this sudden shot, Nurarihyon, whose lower leg was pierced by a bullet, should have been absolutely unable to dodge it.

But in this almost certain death situation, he and Gyuki in the distance simultaneously revealed a meaningful smile.

“Found the opportunity.”

Nurarihyon's wide kimono fluttered, and accompanied by bursts of illusionary scattered cherry blossom petals, the whole person instantly disappeared from the spot.

“Underestimating the Commander-in-Chief…”

Seeing Nurarihyon, holding Nenekirimaru, had already teleported behind Nightstar, and the long sword in his hand was about to stab the other party's back, Gyuki breathed a sigh of relief.

“But it will come at a painful price.”

The pain and slowness that Nurarihyon showed when he was pierced by the pistol bullet before.

Were actually all faked.

In various legends and stories of Sakura Province, Nurarihyon is famous not for his strength, but for his cunning and wit.

Showing weakness to the enemy, and then seizing the opportunity to strike and control the enemy.

Nurarihyon, as a Nurarihyon, is very good at this kind of thing.

If Nightstar had taken out the pistol formed by the power of evil spirits from the beginning, and fired bullets condensed by the power of evil spirits, it would indeed have a remarkable effect on Nurarihyon as a monster.

But what he took was just an ordinary, police-issued firearm (special thanks: Kyoto's number one square face, Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief of the Police Department, Soichiro Yagami).

The damage caused by ordinary metal, for Nurarihyon, even if hit, can be recovered in less than a breath.

If it weren't for this, in the past hundreds of years of human encirclement and suppression, the monster race would have been wiped out long ago.

What's the use of onmyojis? Just have the army pull bows and shoot together and it's over.

Nurarihyon is old after all, and can't do like when he was young, fighting with Gyuki for three days and three nights without getting tired.

Quickly resolving the battle is the most reasonable way.

“Clang!”

When the tip of Nenekirimaru's sword was about to pierce Nightstar's back, Kikumonji at his waist suddenly unsheathed on its own, and the blade crossed over, blocking Nurarihyon's sure-kill strike.

“What!?”

Nurarihyon's expression changed, and he quickly pulled back several steps.

He didn't expect that in the situation just now, his attack would fail in this way.

If the other party was holding a shotgun with both hands, and wanted to draw out a long sword to block, he would have to drop the gun in his hand first, and then draw the sword, and then accurately block his attack without a view of his back.

Nurarihyon initially tested it and judged that from the perspective of pure strength and spiritual power, he was not as good as the other party.

But when it comes to instantaneous speed and sword skills, he has the advantage.

But after all the calculations, Nurarihyon didn't expect that Kikumonji would automatically unsheathe to protect its master.

What's going on?

Sword control?

“Hmph.”

Nightstar turned around, looked at Nurarihyon not far away, and slowly spoke.

“You disguised yourself well, but unfortunately, you miscalculated one thing.”

“Which point?”

“Don't underestimate the bond between me and Kikumonji!”

Nurarihyon really couldn't hold it anymore.

Just fight.

Why do you always come up with such passionate lines?

It makes me feel like a villain…

Oh no, according to what the other party just said, he led hundreds of monsters, including Gyuki who had killed humans, into the city of Kyoto…

Thinking of this, Nurarihyon's expression suddenly changed.

Am I the villain?

“You are very strong.”

Nightstar dispersed the black shotgun in his hand, and his right hand stretched out, slowly placing his five fingers on the hilt of Kikumonji.

“I am very satisfied.”

Nurarihyon's movement and sword are both very fast.

How fast?

So fast that the gun is fast beyond seven steps, and the sword is fast within seven steps, not just a joke.

In front of such an enemy, holding a gun in one hand is equivalent to exposing half of your body.

Holding a shotgun in both hands is even more equivalent to leaving the door wide open, allowing the other party to chop and kill.

Seeing Nightstar put away the gun and took back the long sword, Nurarihyon didn't relax at all, but his expression became even more solemn.

He looked at Kikumonji, whose blade was pitch black, and said in a deep voice.

“You… actually gained Kikumonji's approval? And you also integrated your own power into its body?”

“You're wrong.”

Nightstar shook his head, and reiterated the words he had said to Soichiro Yagami before.

“It's not that I actually gained Kikumonji's approval, but that Kikumonji gained my approval, don't reverse the primary and secondary relationship.”

“And…”

Nightstar held up Kikumonji, stroked the black blade with the five fingers of his left hand, and smiled.

“In the half month it has been with me, the evil spirits it has killed are more than all the previous ones combined.”

“The sword for killing monsters should naturally be owned by the person who kills monsters.”