Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

A hint of surprise flashed across Uesugi Kiyoshi's brows - not to mention that Ye San's punch would definitely kill Dong Wenyu on the spot in the dream mirror, even if he survived by chance, he would disappear along with Oeyama's dream mirror world.

"Forget it, if you're not dead, I'll give you another blow."

Picking up a broken sword on the ground, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled at Dongwen Maki, pushed open the umbrella, and walked step by step to Dongwenyu's lowered head.

The knife fell with a clang sound.

The knife hit Dong Wenyu's neck, making a dull sound, like hitting a stone.

The bloated figure with its head lowered suddenly raised its head.

An extremely strange smile appeared on his fat face.

At the wound of his broken arm, countless granulations of flesh entwined with each other and climbed out to form a new arm.

He jumped up from the ground with stiff joints, as if waking up from a dream. He pushed away Uesugi Kiyoshi's knife and stretched himself.

A turquoise jade fell out of his arms, hit the ground and turned into powder.

At the same time, an ancient book also turned into ashes.

"Dong Wenyu" exhaled heavily, stretched out his arms as if he had been reborn, felt the rain drops falling on his body, and the smile on his face became more and more wanton.

"what"

"How many years?"

"I have been imprisoned in the dream mirror for hundreds of years, and have been silent in the Tosho Magatama for hundreds of years."

"Finally I can see the light of day again!"

"Hmm, there are so many souls of mortals who died in vain. Is this an appetizer specially prepared for me?"

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Talking to himself, "Dong Wenyu" took a breath, and his stomach suddenly swelled up like a balloon that was about to burst.

As he moved, it seemed as if the miserable cries of countless wronged souls were echoing in the yard, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling reverberated in everyone's ears.

"Dong Wenyu" burped and turned his gaze to the people present.

"Tsk, the soul of a transcendental being"

“This is a rare delicacy.”

"I'm just, you're welcome!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi should have reacted to Dong Wenyu's abnormal behavior, but he had no time to care about anything else at this moment.

He bent down in pain, covering his forehead, and the whispers of countless ghosts and gods buzzed in his mind.

he.

It was at this moment that the signs of downfall appeared.

At the same time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! This is the breath of God!"

"The God of Tosho has arrived? Why?!"

"Kudo, call someone!"

"Contact headquarters, issue a castle tower-level disaster warning immediately, and mobilize all the extraordinary forces of the Collectibles Association to come here immediately!"

"Contain. God!"

Chapter 144 The unjust god can also be killed!

The Collectibles Association has done a lot of work to house gods.

After all, Japan claims to have eight million gods, and quite a few of them have fallen into the state of ghosts and gods.

However, since the establishment of the Tokyo Collectibles Association, castle tower-level ghost and god disaster warnings have only been issued three times.

This is a signal that the entire city is in danger.

Dealing with ghosts and gods is the specialty of supernatural organizations. Almost at the same time, supernatural organizations of all sizes and monitoring agencies in Tokyo detected strange energy fluctuations that suddenly arose from the Dongwenhui headquarters.

When the true bodies of gods of faith descend, their extraordinary powers are completely different from those of ordinary extraordinary people.

It's not a question of intensity, but a question of nature.

The power of gods is more or less mixed with the power of faith of believers. It is a collection of many ordinary human beliefs, which are fermented by gods and transformed into extraordinary power. It is completely different from the extraordinary power that ordinary extraordinary people get from heroic souls, from themselves, or from "thoughts".

In short, it is very conspicuous.

Not to mention how restless the Tokyo branch of Onmyoji and Mibu Wolves was.

The headquarters of the Dongwen Society, the temple of sacrifice.

Kudo Yuichi's face turned very ugly.

There were three castle tower-level demon disaster warnings. Except for the third one, which was intervened by the Touwenkai and the great swordsman Kamiizumi Hidekawa and completely defeated the Eight Thunder Gods, the remaining two times caused heavy losses to the collectors' association.

Now, the "Dong Wenyu" in front of him is the fourth time.

He adjusted his headset without hesitation and gave orders at a rapid pace.

The gears of the entire collectors' association were shifted, and the huge organization of extraordinary people began to operate at high speed. Countless mortals or extraordinary people were on their way to the headquarters of the Eastern Literature Association.

However, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

The atmosphere in the entire yard became sticky and heavy.

Everyone present felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts - this is not an adjective to describe their mood, but a psychological reaction.

At the very least, Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt a tremendous pressure in his heart, and even his actions became slow. The power connected to "Rashomon" also became much weaker.

And Uesugi Kiyoshi's condition was even worse.

He happened to fall into depravity.

A stinging sensation burst out in his mind, as if someone was stirring his brain with an awl.

There was a roar in my ears, my eyes turned dark, and countless ghost shadows flashed before my eyes.

Looking vaguely at those familiar faces, it seemed that they were all victims of his sword.

The whispers of ghosts and gods seem to be there and not there, condensed but not dispersing.

Everything was stirring the "killing" string in his heart.

The dam of reason is crumbling under the malicious attack of waves of demons and gods, and it is suffering terribly.

Uesugi Kiyoshi bit his lips until they bled.

This gesture naturally attracted the attention of "Dong Wenyu".

He casually glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi, who was bending over with his hands covering his forehead, and then his eyes lit up.

"Huh? Why is this body so compatible with divine power?"

"Is this a gift from God that allows me to see the light of day again?"

"Well, if the soul resides in this body, the speed of recovering strength will probably be extremely fast, right?"

Dong Wenyu muttered to himself, stretched out his new arms, and grabbed Shang Shanqing's shoulders.

Ye San, who was not far away, had already frowned and clenched his fists tightly. Seeing this scene, he wanted to use a set of Wing Chun Eight Hands on Dongzhao Shenjun, who had possessed Dong Wenyu for some unknown reason, and gave him a good beating to wake him up.

Since Hidekawa Kamiizumi could scare away a castle tower-level demon with just one sword, Ye San naturally wouldn't be afraid of Tosho-jin, whose strength he didn't know.

That "Qi" that can melt gold and iron is not cultivated in vain.

As soon as he took a step, Li Fuyao grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Uncle San, don't meddle in other people's business."

"Don't break Qing's stepping stone."

Ye San looked at Li Fuyao in astonishment, and hesitantly whispered, "Fuyao, think carefully. They are real gods, not some random cats and dogs that can be killed at will."

"If anything happens to your little friend, you will regret it."

There was no worry on Li Fuyao's face, only indifference and a hint of expectation.

"Stop it, Third Uncle."

"It's just the frail spirit of an old turtle who gave up thousands of years of accumulation and the faith of his followers just to escape from prison and breathe a breath of fresh air."

"The people in the Collectibles Association have never seen the world. They act like they are mobilizing a large force. Don't learn from them."

"Just watch and see how Qing cuts him into pieces."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke standing by had a dark face.

"Hey, I'm listening. Miss Li, isn't that a bit too contemptuous?"

"Never underestimate any god. After countless years of baptism, they are not easy to deal with."

Li Fuyao gave Akutagawa Ryunosuke a light look, full of disapproval.

"I didn't stop you from doing anything. Just do whatever you want."

"I'm not your boss, so I can't be so lenient. Please do as you please."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​arguing with Li Fuyao at this time.

"Kudo, have you notified our young master?"

"Protect, weaken, control, contain."

"Without his [weakening] link, our chances of winning are slim!"

Kudo Yuichi nodded with a dark face, took out a dark gold pocket watch from his arms, opened the watch cover, and nodded gently.

"He's in Kabukicho, Shinjuku. He'll be there soon. I've explained the situation to him. He knows what's important and what's not."

"Go help Qing first!"

In the time it took to say these few words, Uesugi Kiyoshi had already exchanged several moves with Tosho Shinjun, who was controlling Touwenyu's body.

His brain was groggy and his mind was not clear, but his instinct for sword-fighting acquired over the years was still there.

He won't be crushed at the first touch.