Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The scope of this book is actually quite small. It only took me a day and a half to write the outline. I used previous scraps to create a main plot, and then wrote several volumes of side plots along the main plot. I published the book without even thinking about it.

What I want to tell is the story of a young swordsman in Tokyo, who knows the past, knows the future, cultivates his present life, uses his sword to cut off cause and effect, kills ghosts and gods, and by the way, flirts with girls or is flirted with by girls.

Japan, Tokyo, swords, ghosts and a young man with a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment.

That's it.

You have to eat your food one bite at a time and walk the road to success one step at a time.

Gangs, collectors associations, size are just steps for the protagonist.

The so-called protagonist is not a character who works for others all his life, nor is he so low as to work for the system to collect demon souls. Anyway, all these will be revealed one by one in the later text. Since you have read this far, you will most likely see that I am foreshadowing and filling in the holes, so I will not go into details.

The main storyline is complete in details, and each volume also has an outline. You don't have to worry that I will delay this book. It's just a matter of how fast it will be completed and how many side stories will be developed. I don't want to enter the palace with my first book on Qidian, so please rest assured.

I typed a lot of words, thought about it, and finally deleted them all. I felt that what I said was all nonsense. I'll just stop complaining here. I still have to write more, so I won't waste my time on a thank you note for putting the book on the shelves.

Finally, let’s talk about the update plan.

It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I will update 4 words after 5 o'clock. The number of chapters is yet to be determined, probably - chapters.

Subsequent updates will depend on the results. If the results are good, and the first order is good, I can keep it up to 10,000 a day for a month.

But there's basically no hope. The reading rate of this book is very poor and it hasn't even been published in Sanjiang. This is what the editor said. It's destined to be a flop. I had expected that.

If the first order is over 1,500, we will write 10,000 words a day for a week, and then we will guarantee 6,000 words a day, with bursts of output from time to time, until the book is finished.

If we can reach one thousand, we will update 6,000 per day normally and stably.

Well, the goal is a bit ambitious, but everyone has to have some dreams. Just take it as my self-motivation.

If the first order is less than 1,000, then I will have to work hard on 4,000 words a day, cut some side quests, finish it as soon as possible, and prepare the outline for the next book.

I am not a full-time author. Writing books takes up my leisure time in order to earn some extra money to support my family. I have elderly parents and young children to support. I cannot do this out of love. Please understand each other.

To eat.

Finally, I would like to thank all the readers who have read this book.

Thank you for clicking in and wasting your precious time to read an immature story.

Thank you for being willing to continue to accompany a novice author and spend money on his crappy works.

There is no gentleman who does not support artists.

Everyone, please give me more advice in the future.

that's all.

Chapter 125: Besieged on All Sides

Rin Kamiizumi carried the huge wild sword on his back without any hesitation and walked directly to the west door of the Tobunkai headquarters.

Perhaps because of her pretty and somewhat innocent face, the Yakuza guarding the gate did not clearly realize the threat she posed.

When they stepped forward to question him, he was hit by a huge sheathed Nodachi within a second, flew a long distance, and fainted. The heartless smile on Kamiizumi Rin's face disappeared.

She reached into her lower abdomen under her clothes and tore off a pale yellow talisman.

The talisman paper fluttered in the rain and was instantly blown away by the strong wind to who knows where.

Rin Kamiizumi's eyes gradually became solemn and calm. She sniffed gently and frowned slightly.

"Sure enough, it smells like the Mystic."

"It smells similar to the mystic who injured my father five years ago."

"I won't let you go this time!"

Rin Kamiizumi pushed the door lightly, and the heavy wooden door panel seemed to have been hit hard by something, flying across the air and knocking down a group of innocent onlookers behind the door.

She took off the wild sword on her back, without unsheathing it, and skillfully performed the opening move of the Shinkage-ryu. Without saying hello, she rushed in with the sword in hand.

The journey was really chaotic and dusty.

She didn't run at all, she plowed over there.

With the sword and her being one, her every move could cause the wind and rain to tremble. Her whole body rotates like a windmill, invincible in the crowd, and no one can match her.

Her knife was not unsheathed, but the person who was hit by her knife might not feel any better than if he were hit by a sharp blade.

Being slashed by a knife and being hit by a powerful hammer have the same result in a sense: both result in you lying down in pain.

After a few breaths, there was no one around Rin Kamiizumi who could stand up.

She is not as murderous as Uesugi Kiyoshi, but she is not soft-handed either. Or it could be said that she finds it difficult to restrain her own strength, and she cannot show mercy even if she wants to.

Rin Kamiizumi let out a breath, and suddenly his eyes focused, staring intently at a tall, gray-clothed man with a stiff face who suddenly appeared in front of him with some people, his expression actually somewhat excited.

"Dajiangshan, the Four Heavenly Kings, Stone Bear Boy!"

The man in gray introduced himself in a muffled voice.

Rin Kamiizumi also bowed slightly with the spirit of a samurai.

"The 23rd generation descendant of the Shinkage-ryu clan, Kamiizumi Rin, please give me your guidance."

"Hehe~"

"Finally, someone who looks a bit more durable has arrived~"

Before he could finish his words, the huge wild sword made close contact with Ishikuma Douji. The 1.8-meter-tall strong man was like being hit by a giant truck. He rolled on the ground and turned around until he hit the corner of the wall and stopped.

When he turned over and jumped up, his face was full of fear.

Which of us is the most powerful ghost?

When this bizarre thought arose in his mind, what kept magnifying in his pupils was the heroic figure of a girl wielding a giant blade.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's final plan was a siege for two reasons. First, the terrain of the Touwenkai courtyard was not suitable for a large-scale melee. Second, he did not want to let any variables that could affect the situation escape - whether they were mortals or ghosts.

In a situation where you are surrounded by enemies on all sides, one strike can determine success or failure.

Among the troops that attacked the Tobunkai headquarters in four directions, the one who was most relaxed was not Rin Kamiizumi who could defeat a thousand enemies alone, nor was it Kiyoshi Uesugi who could kill Hoshiguma with a sword.

It was Li Fuyao in white.

The reason is simple - she brings a lot of people with her.

Not only are there a lot of people, but they are all elite.

The elite who had followed Li Taisui to conquer the world.

To be honest, even if all the capable fighters of the Dongwen Association were to join forces and not use hot weapons, and fight these blue-clad men with real swords and guns, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

Even if three thousand fight against three hundred, the outcome is still unknown.

These are all real kung fu taught by Ye San himself, not just fancy moves.

When Li Fuyao leisurely came to the back door of Dongwenhui, the blue-clothed people had already cleared out the Dongwenhui's subordinates who were guarding the door, and the door was wide open.

The three hundred men in green moved silently, like ghosts wreaking havoc on a rainy night, and fought silently with the enemy. The situation was undoubtedly one-sided.

It didn't take long for the blue-clothed group to easily suppress the battle at the back door.

These guys in blue are not good people. They are all skilled in boxing and kicking, and are ruthless. They also have pistols with silencers on their waists. They never hesitate when it is time to attack. They are more like extreme thugs than the members of the Dongwen Society.

Well, they were.

Li Fuyao was strolling leisurely in the backyard of Dongwenhui holding an umbrella, followed by Ye San. The father and son looked so relaxed that they didn't look like they were here to fight, but rather like they were on a spring outing.

"The Dongwenhui's arsenal is in the backyard. Xiaowu, take your men to seize the place and try not to let them get the ammunition for hot-weapons."

"Xiaojiu, take some people to guard the perimeter. Don't let anyone get close to here. Report immediately if the police or other forces intervene."

"The rest of you, form a team and go to other directions for support. Don't be left alone."

Li Fuyao walked in the blood-stained Japanese-style courtyard with a carefree smile, giving instructions and issuing orders casually, not caring at all about the loss of life of these enemies.

Suddenly, she paused slightly, raised her eyebrows, and a meaningful light flashed in her narrowed eyes.

Ye San, who had been leaning his head to look at the situation without saying anything or taking any action, coughed lightly, looked at the man in black suit who was approaching aggressively from a distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Fuyao, the little brats I trained are good at fighting people, but they are not good at dealing with these monsters. Let me do it."

He was rubbing his hands together, intending to stretch his muscles.

Li Fuyao waved his hand calmly to stop Ye San's actions.

She said with a smile: "Uncle San, you should take a rest. It would be a waste to let you do it. I'll do it here."

"The spirit of the Oeyama ghost is quite rare!"

Then he murmured this in an inaudible voice and Li Fuyao blew gently.

In an instant, everything changed.

The lights all around and the stars and the moon in the sky were all dimmed.

Behind her, a lantern appeared in the air, flashing a soul-stirring green light.

There is a green lotus entwined on the handle of the lantern and a ghostly fire flickering inside the lampshade, creating a somewhat spooky ghostly scene.

Ye San frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth. He just sighed and took two steps back, as if he was accustomed to this strange scene.

The mystics in black suits, with a majestic ghost aura, came running forward under the leadership of the leader.

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

"I am one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Mount Dajiang, the Golden Bear Boy!"

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

The blond man in the lead shouted in a literary tone - he sensed a familiar demonic aura, so he asked cautiously.

In his opinion, those who possess this kind of aura are generally his own people.

He had only felt this kind of long-lasting and mellow demonic aura from great monsters who were as famous as the Demon King Shuten.

Why should a monster make things difficult for another monster? He probably thought.

Of course he guessed wrong.

Li Fuyao did not respond, but just pointed forward with her bare hand.

It seemed as if a voice that could resound through everyone's soul was ringing from the hearts of those mystics.