Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The ghost tribe's weakness is the head.

As long as its head is cut off, it will temporarily lose the ability to move.

This is intelligence gathered by the Collectibles Association.

As the sharp blade approached, Xing Xiong Tongzi gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ghost soldiers, form a battle array!"

Upon hearing this order, countless men in black suits immediately rushed forward without hesitation, trying to stop Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword.

Things are different now than they were then.

Uesugi Kiyohita was no longer alone.

The Collectibles Association's task force and armed detectives had already rushed in with him. Seeing this scene, they drew their weapons and rushed forward to fight.

In terms of physical fitness, these mortals are naturally not comparable to the mystics, even if they are defective mystics made temporarily.

But the Collectibles Association has one characteristic - it is wealthy and powerful.

The equipment these mortals are equipped with are all the scientific research products that the prophets of the Collectibles Association have put all their efforts into. Every knife and every gun is real gold and silver, which can maximize the lethality to ghosts and gods.

For example, their guns, from the gun body to the ammunition, all carry the flavor of spiritual power, and are even blessed with Onmyoji's spells. Each magazine of bullets costs tens of millions of yen, and the value of the guns themselves is even higher. This is not a fight, but a fight for money.

There were roars of gunfire, flashes of swords, the smell of gunpowder and blood, screams and roars, and these people were fighting back and forth.

Uesugi Kiyoshi swung his sword down, and Xingxiong Tongzi's eyes flashed with ferocity, with an expression of desperate determination.

His already broken face looked even more ferocious and weird, and he kept muttering something.

"Spare his life, listen to me!"

At the same time, he clenched his only remaining left fist, ready to fight to the death.

His voice was like a breeze, seemingly able to blow into people's hearts, confuse their minds, and make them involuntarily act according to his words.

This is the most powerful skill of Star Bear Boy - the words that confuse the gods.

If Ibaraki Douji is the top-notch general under the Demon King Shuten, then Hoshiguma Douji can be regarded as the military strategist.

Although he also has the recklessness of the ghosts, he is very scheming and has an innate ability to confuse the human mind. During the Heian period, countless Onmyoji died because of his "evil words and misleading people", and there were also countless Onmyoji who turned against him.

Naturally, no one will be spared under the knife.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes were clear, and he was not bewitched at all.

The so-called mental attack, for extraordinary people, is actually a method of directly attacking the enemy's "dream world". Whether it is effective and how powerful it is depends on the strength of the beliefs of both parties.

Let’s not discuss for now the fact that Uesugi Kiyoshi had a firm belief as a swordsman and his swordsmanship was unwavering.

In his dream world, there is a mirage, a huge monster that even the likes of Star Bear Boy cannot shake.

There is also a scroll of one hundred ghosts in the mirage.

If you want to confuse his mind with external force, ordinary magic will not be able to do it. Unless he loses his composure himself, because too much killing has blinded his mind and he falls into a state of decadence, otherwise it will be difficult for him to be bewitched.

With a wave of his hand and a slash of the knife, an ugly, deformed head flew several meters away and rolled to the corner of the wall.

Thick mirage gas rose up and poured into Uesugi Kiyoshi's body.

Uesugi Kiyoshi sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was walking towards him with a strange expression.

"Was he begging for mercy just now?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was also a little dumbfounded. As the president of the Tokyo Collectibles Association, he knew much more about these ghosts and gods than Uesugi Kiyotaka.

He knew about Xingxiong Tongzi's "Confusing Words of God". According to some ancient books, many famous Yin-Yang masters had fallen into this trap.

When Xing Xiong Tongzi spoke just now, even he, who was more than ten meters away, felt a little uneasy and had the idea of ​​showing mercy.

Therefore, this was the first time he had seen Uesugi Kiyoshi turning a deaf ear to this trick.

He opened his mouth, but felt that it was useless to say anything now. The gap between people was too big. His mouth felt bitter, so he just sighed.

"Maybe"

"Don't worry about him. He is not a demon known for his martial arts. Let his men take care of it here. Go inside."

"In front is the Dongwenhui's evaluation room!"

Chapter 122 Undercurrents, Out-of-bounds Struggle

The attacks were launched simultaneously.

The conflict in this mansion was an open one, but in other places, there were also countless undercurrents.

A convoy of several cars was speeding on the main road from Arakawa District to Shinjuku.

The car was full of men in black with murderous eyes.

These are all killers from the Yuan Society.

Genkai, Shanxinkai and Dongwenyu once reached a cooperation agreement. They each got what they needed. Shanxin Yoshitatsu wanted the Bubu Seal, and he wanted to connect with the heroic spirit of Oda Nobunaga in it.

Shanxin Jilong wanted to master extraordinary powers, he had high standards and looked down upon ordinary mirrors of inheritance. In his opinion, he was a perfect match for the Sixth Heaven Demon King, who was the overlord of the world.

Yuan Longhai's desires are relatively simple. He wants money, he wants the Dongwenhui's business in Arakawa District, he wants to expand his influence and shift the focus of Yuanhui's business.

He was tired of being a gutter rat killer for the rest of his life.

Therefore, Yuan Longhai and Shanxin Jilong will definitely send people to the Dongwen Association to join in the fun today. Whether it is normal assistance or to reap the benefits, they have to be there, otherwise they won't even get a sip of soup.

Yuan Longhai was timid and did not come in person, but only sent out his elite killers.

It was a rainy night and there were few cars on the road, so they drove at lightning speed.

Suddenly, the road ahead became crowded, and many vehicles were stuck in the middle of the road.

The Yuanhui convoy stopped vigilantly, keeping a safe distance. As they were assassins, they were always cautious in everything they did.

Soon, several assassins from the Yuan Society got out of the car to check the situation.

A few minutes later, the person who went to investigate came back with some bad news.

"Someone has set up roadblocks and spikes on the road ahead, and many vehicles have been hit. Now the road is blocked and the road ahead is blocked."

The leading killer frowned after listening to his men's reports.

He didn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world.

"Turn around immediately and take a detour, quickly!"

The people from Yuanhui acted very efficiently. Some large convoys turned around in an orderly manner and prepared to take a detour.

At this moment, in the dim rainy night, several dazzling car lights pierced through the rain curtain, blinding the killers of Yuanhui.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged into the leader's heart.

The next second, his premonition came true.

Several expensive-looking sports cars maintained an extremely high speed and rushed towards the Yuanhui convoy like the god of death.

His last look was at the driving seats of those sports cars - there was no one in them, they were all driving automatically.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of vehicles colliding could be heard continuously. After a brief silence of a few seconds, the sound of explosions one after another resounded through the night sky of Arakawa District.

The Yuanhui convoy was blown up into the sky, like a grand fireworks display.

In an open-air roadside cafe just a few hundred meters away from the accident site, under a large parasol, a somewhat sturdy boy with healthy wheat-colored skin took off his sunglasses, looked at the series of collisions in the convoy, and nodded with great satisfaction, like a painter admiring his own masterpiece.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Liu, it's me."

"Well, it's done. None of those killers will show up. I just lost a few sports cars and some explosives. It's a small matter."

"I know, I know. Don't worry. I have cleared the area in advance. No innocent people will be hurt. No innocent people will be injured. The police will not care about the gangs fighting each other. I have taken care of it. Someone will come to clean it up."

"Okay, I get it. I'll leave first. We'll meet again when we have time."

The sturdy young man hung up the phone, put on headphones, hummed a hip-hop tune, and left the scene leisurely and nonchalantly.

Behind him was the fire that was still burning stubbornly in the heavy rain, and the mess caused by Yuanhui's men.

On the other side of the phone, Liu Longren slowly put away his phone.

The young master of Jiulong was wearing a slim-fitting black suit and holding a cold sword in his hand with lines of blood flowing down from it. The corners of his mouth under the scarf moved slightly, revealing a not-so-conspicuous smile.

Half of his suit was stained with blood. He was in a remote alley, surrounded by countless fallen Yakuza.

Some have lost their lives, some are missing limbs and are still groaning, and some are struggling to get up but eventually fall down powerlessly.

The only one still standing was the gloomy-faced believer Jilong.

One of the nine dragons of the Kowloon Group, the president of the Shanxin Association, risked being caught and criticized, and personally brought people to help Dong Wenyu.

This shows how strong his desire for the Buwu Seal is.

However, unfortunately, he met Liu Longren, who had already reached an alliance with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

The young master of Jiulong had a plan in place. He blocked them in an alley, covered his face with a black scarf, and without saying a word, he drew his sword and started hacking. In less than five minutes, he was the only one still standing in the team of hundreds of people.

Swords and knives cannot harm his body, guns and fire cannot harm his life, he can fight against a hundred people alone and remain unscathed. This is what Liu Longren did.

Although the believer Jilong looked unhappy, he did not lose his composure. He reluctantly raised his hand and clapped.

"Dongwen's Demon Sword, Jiulong's Young Dragon, Liu Longren, you are indeed one of the two strongest people among the younger generation of Tokyo's Yakuza. These are my old subordinates who have fought with me for a long time and have experienced hundreds of battles. You can't kill them all by yourself."

"Should I say that the extraordinary are indeed incomparable to ordinary people?"

"But, before you took action, did you think about how to explain the massacre of your colleagues?!"

"Aren't you afraid of Jiulong's family rules?!"

Liu Longren shook off the blood on the knife and spoke lightly.

"First, no one can prove that I killed these people, except for your one-sided statement."

"Secondly, even if you can put this on me, how do you explain why your men are here? Are they out for a walk together? Compared to you and me, who broke the family rules first?"

"Third, you also said that the law of Jiulong is the family law, and the head of this family is the ninth president."

"He is your immediate superior and also my father."

"Who do you think he will favor?"

Every time Liu Longren spoke clearly and logically, Shanxin Jilong's face became even uglier.