I'm a pirate in Tokyo

How lucky are the swordsmen of this era.

The swords of this era are so pathetic.

"Miyahara Houta" knelt down in front of the Buddha, feeling the vibrations caused by the battles in the temple from time to time.

Jealousy is burning in my heart.

Why, why?

Since the sword cannot kill, why should it be passed down?

If swordsmanship and martial arts are no longer for fighting, then why learn them?

In such a peaceful era, wouldn't it be nice to bury swords and kendo deeply in history and in videos?

Why should this outdated killing technique be passed down?

People are willing to practice hard day and night, and why?

Victory? Championship? Rank? Those poisonous candies?

Miyahara Fengta did not agree. Since the way of swordsmanship has been passed down, it must be sublimated in killing. If it cannot be sublimated in killing, it must be qualitatively changed in fighting.

But who among today’s people would compete with a real sword?

Who would risk their life in an inconsequential duel?

How I envy these young people, chosen by this world and destiny.

You can fight to your heart's content in this chaotic world, fight to your heart's content, feel life and death to your heart's content, break through your limits to your heart's content, and continue to explore the ultimate in swordsmanship.

And I, Miyahara Fouta, have a family tradition of Oku-roku Honryu practical swordsmanship, but I have never been able to use it to fight.

The mind is trapped here, and the body cannot feel it.

If I die, will I be free from this obsession in reality?

If I die in battle, won't I have fulfilled my true long-cherished wish in reality?

But in reality, I don't know that I am fighting to the death.

This kind of relief is not what I want, right?

Sure enough, I can't get rid of it now. Just because I have fulfilled my long-cherished wish does not mean that I have also fulfilled my long-cherished wish in reality.

Sure enough, I feel so hateful, so unwilling, so jealous...

Sure enough, we should kill all the brats below, right?

In the temple at the top of Sword Mountain, Miyahara Fengta opened his eyes, and all the candlelight in the entire temple was extinguished in the overwhelming murderous aura.

The Buddha who was originally opposite Miyahara Kaeda also emitted black smoke in the awe-inspiring evil atmosphere, as if the blood in the Buddha's body was steaming, and as if the essence in the Buddha's body was being refined.

This black smoke mixed with the white smoke after the candlelight was extinguished, was all inhaled by Miyahara Kaeda into his nose.

One exhale, one inhale, one exhale, one inhale.

Miyahara Kaede's exhausted body slowly became stronger;

The wood-like cheeks become plump;

The godless eyes became sinister;

Breathing also begins to be filled with greed and desire.

I don't know how long it took, but the Buddha statue opposite Miyahara Fengta had completely disappeared.

The monks holding lamps on both sides of the Buddha statue are also covered with rust, like barnacles from ancient times 10,000 years ago.

Miyahara Kaeda stood up gently, feeling the unprecedented power in his body.

At this time, His face was divided into two parts from the center of the eyebrow, and it no longer looked like it had scars all over it.

But half is white, smooth, young and handsome.

Half of the knife scars are vertical and horizontal, and it is old and ferocious.

He clenched his fists with both hands, feeling the bloody power being poured into his body.

Only this kind of power can support him to break through the limits of swordsmanship in this world, right?

He gently pushed out the purple sword with his left thumb. The silver but strange light flashed in the darkness, as if it was breathing. But if anyone was here, they would find that in the silver light in the scabbard, There was no physical blade, and even the hilt in the darkness glowed with virtual light.

This knife has no entity!

There is actually no sword in the scabbard!

Sure enough, you also long for real blood, right? How can a sword be a good sword if it has not drunk blood?

Miyahara Fengta walked to the edge of the top of Kenshan Mountain and looked at the large temple complex surrounding the mountainside. He squatted down and muttered to himself, gently pressing his palms on the ground where he stood.

Above: "Buddha always said to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

But the passing away of good things has never been the truth. Withered and prosperous life and death are all empty gates.

If I haven't raised my butcher knife yet, how can I put it down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole "Sword Mountain" shook violently!

From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, countless mosses fell, countless maple trees felled, countless buildings were destroyed, and countless shadow warriors turned into black smoke and merged into "Sword Mountain"!

The four people in the mountainside temple watched the shadow warrior turn into black smoke and dissipate in front of their eyes, and then were absorbed by the ground under their feet. They also felt the crazy vibration of the entire Sword Mountain!

"Nami!" Luffy yelled.

"Okay!" Nami casually gave Chopper and Luffy the "Wings of Wind" buff.

"What's going on?!" Zoro ran out of the gradually collapsing hall.

"Maybe the guardian has been defeated, and the master of the palace is about to appear!" Chopper shouted.

"Hahaha, that would be great!" Zoro held the hilt of his sword and laughed happily, "I hope he is a good opponent!"

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath their feet began to fade, and the stone bricks beneath their feet collapsed into the air piece by piece!

"This place is going to collapse!" Luffy shouted as he staggered.

"This movement is indeed a bit too loud!" Nami grabbed Chopper's head with some guilt, and did not forget to give Zoro a BUFF with her other hand.

"Is this the same sound as when the entire palace was breached and about to disappear?" Sauron said: "Is this glutton going to absorb all the shadow warriors in the entire mountain?"

"The ground beneath our feet is collapsing!" Nami pulled Chopper up into the air as the entire temple complex collapsed: "Luffy, I'll leave Zoro to you!"

"Ouch!" Luffy roared, grabbing Zoro's hair and pulling him up in the air.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Zoro patted Luffy's right hand desperately: "Don't pull your hair, you bastard!!!!"

Wu Sheng and the three people at the foot of the mountain decisively gave up their sparring when Jian Mountain began to shake and quickly left the range of Jian Mountain.

Especially since Wu Sheng now has no soul power, his running speed is not as fast as the two who used soul power, and they are running wildly outside with Sanji and Usopp in the middle.

"Hahahahaha." Wu Sheng laughed loudly: "Does this scene look familiar?"

"Hahahaha!" Usopp also found it interesting as he ran: "When we didn't awaken, weren't you the one who led us to escape, one on the left and the other on the right?"

Sanji listened, looked to the left, and found that it was indeed the case. It was just that Wu Sheng was sandwiching the two of them at first, but now it was the two of them holding Wu Sheng.

"Hahahahaha, did they succeed?" Sanji asked with a smile.

"Isn't this too fast?" Usopp also asked strangely: "Although it is very late now, but they were conquered in one day, aren't they too strong?"

Seeing this movement, Wu Sheng thought that Luffy and the others had succeeded, and laughed a little relaxedly: "Perhaps it's because the shadows in this palace are all made with swords, so Zoro can fight with ease?"

"Look at this movement, it seems like the entire palace building is about to collapse!" Wu Shengzai

Amidst the loud noise, he shouted: "This is almost the scene after the palace was breached!"

"Strong!" Usopp praised loudly: "I have to keep working hard!"

"Oh!" Wu Sheng encouraged while looking back at the collapsed Jianshan Mountain: "Of course, you are a new force!"

Suddenly, Wu Sheng's eyes narrowed: "Wait! Stop!"

Sanji and Usopp paused when they heard the footsteps, and really stopped: "What's wrong?"

Wu Sheng pointed at the sword that had shrunk inch by inch and had shaken off the moss around the blade, revealing a bright silver blade: "Look at this mountain, it doesn't seem to be disappearing, it seems to be just getting smaller?!

!Wait! This is a sword!!!”

Usopp took a closer look and found that the mountain was indeed not dissipating into particles, but was really slowly getting smaller, and as it got smaller, the sword blade that was originally embedded in the ground also gradually appeared.

"Yes! It's getting smaller!" Usopp and Sanji were also shocked.

They could see the situation from a distance. Luffy and the four of them, who were in mid-air, could naturally also see it.

The four of them stared dumbfoundedly at the temple complex and maple forest that fell and collapsed as the sword mountain became smaller and lost its bearing.

Unlike the three people below who don't know the situation, they know that this palace is still alive, and there is only one last, most critical and most difficult step left to conquer - Gluttony!

"This, this mountain..."

Amidst the smoke and dust in the sky, Nami looked pale as she looked at a giant mountain that was gradually shrinking and slowly turning into a sword!

"This is a sword!" Zoro didn't even care about Luffy who was tapping his neck, and looked at the mountain of swords in mid-air that was slowly getting smaller with gleaming eyes.

"This is actually a sword!!" Luffy screamed, this palace is really amazing!

"Wait! Look! That sword flies into the sky..." Chopper also observed, suddenly opened his eyes and pointed with his little hand: "There is a figure there?!"

"Glutton!" Nami said softly, with a solemn expression.

"Oh, is the main course finally here?" Zoro wanted to rush over now, but he couldn't fly, so he turned around and shouted: "Don't grab it, this guy is mine!"

"Eh?" Luffy was dissatisfied: "Why is it yours again? I also want to fight... eh, let's fight!"

"He holds a sword!" Sauron said matter-of-factly.

"Not even with a sword!" Nami shouted from the side: "Come together!"

This glutton is holding a sword made of a mountain!

She didn't even know how powerful it was, so how could she allow Zoro to insist on going up to die!

Just when the four of them were on alert, two identical voices but different words gently sounded in their ears.

"I'm so jealous of you." "I'm so jealous of you."

"I really want to kill you all." "I really want to be killed by you."

"let us......"

"With blood." "With fighting."

"Come and understand the meaning of the sword!"

This voice was none other than Miyahara Futa. He was currently staring at the four people in the air, gently wiping the blade of "Sword Mountain" with his right hand.

"Today, you can drink real blood, the blood of a group of extraordinary beings. Are you happy?"

A strong wind blew through the sky.

"Jianshan" hummed softly and seemed to be very happy.

Miyahara Fengta seemed to really hear the sword speaking.

"That's good, that's good."

"If swords were not born to kill each other, then how false would this world be?"