Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

"Hahahaha! You are the one seeking death!"

"Do you think you are still the lord of all the water monsters in the world, the immortal god Arakawa?"

"You are just an ordinary human now, right? How much demonic power do you have left?"

"How does it feel to go from being a chess player to a chess piece?"

The arrogant and shrill laughter spread between heaven and earth.

Ming Hai Xinwu curled his lips in disdain and pointed his sword to the sky.

"You asked me to come in and chat?"

"I don't mind. Anyway, those believers of yours who have survived with great effort may not be able to withstand the crushing blow from Kaihumaru."

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter paused for a moment.

Then, some angry and frustrated voices sounded.

"I wonder how long you can be so proud!"

"Ember fire and scorching thunder, road to destruction, Yellow Spring Army, rise up!"

In ancient times, both fire and thunder were related to the word "annihilation". Flames leave behind ashes, and thunder and lightning are one of the most destructive weapons of nature in human cognition. The God of Fire and Thunder is in charge of "destruction".

Coincidentally, Huangquan also symbolizes the "end of life", which inexplicably coincides with the meaning of fire and thunder.

Yomi Hirasaka is the most suitable place for the Eight Thunder Gods to perform, and it is also his kingdom of God.

As soon as the thought arises, thunder roars in all directions, yellow clouds cover the sky, and the earth shakes.

The charred earth cracked open, revealing countless gaps. Countless piles of bones struggled out from the ground like a scourge of the undead.

The swaying skeleton was emitting a cold white light, and green ghost fires were burning in the empty eye sockets.

They broke out of the ground one after another, marching towards Nobuo Nagisa at a speed that was neither fast nor slow, but very oppressive, raising clouds of dust.

"What a stupid trick. Apart from the fire that can't kill anyone, the thunder that can't flatten anything, and these skeletons, you are nothing but a waste."

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"Shut up! You are still so arrogant even when death is imminent. This is the Yellow Springs Army! The Immortal Army!"

"We have reached such a desperate situation, hurry up and think of your last words!"

The rebuttal did not bother Ming Hai Xin Wu at all. In front of the countless white bones, four black-clothed figures suddenly appeared and laughed strangely, but in return they only got a meaningful smile from him.

“Who is it that has reached a desperate situation?”

"Before, I thought you might have some unpredictable conspiracy, using my name to lure me in. So, although I found the old friend who deposited the power, I did not take back the power."

"Now, I understand."

"It's probably about an alliance between an outer god and a lesser god. One steals my faith, and the other steals my body. They have similar interests and hit it off. This should be the story."

"Then I have nothing to worry about."

"What? Do you think you are the only one with the kingdom of God?!"

He swung the Kaigokusaku fiercely, and the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air was heard. Minghai Shingo was surrounded, but he closed his eyes.

"In the name of Arakawa, I will renew the contract we made back then!"

"I am willing to serve the gods, the saint among swords, and the lord of all ghosts. Please respond to my request!"

"Lord Arakawa, your soul has returned!"

He recited a few obscure words in the dream mirror. At the same time, Uesugi Kiyoshi swung his sword and cut off several small snakes that emerged from nowhere, as if he had sensed something.

He felt a strong call.

The door in front of him had not opened yet, and Izumi Rin and Liu Longren could deal with these scattered snakes. He followed his inner desire and appeared in the mirage in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, in front of the statue of the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts, there stood a vague and extremely illusory figure.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could barely recognize that it was the appearance of Narumi Shingo.

As if sensing his arrival, Ming Hai Shingo turned slightly and smiled somewhat unrestrainedly.

"Hello again, Uesugi."

"No, what should I call you?"

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Hundred Demons?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression changed, and he hesitated, "You?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ming Hai Shingo.

"Listen to me first. The situation over there is somewhat urgent. The reason I can be here at this time is all thanks to the contract we made in the beginning."

"The divine covenant is also the only contract that can easily connect across the dream world."

"Long story short, you should know who I am."

"Hundreds of years ago, I made an agreement with the owner of the Hundred Demons Scroll. I gave Lord Arakawa's [divine power] and part of his [divine soul] to him to keep for me."

"Now that the Hundred Demons Scroll is in your hands, I will ask you for the things I deposited with you."

"Please give it back to me. I have a reason to use it now."

"Correspondingly, I will also fulfill the promise I made at the beginning."

Ming Hai Xinwu's words were somewhat solemn and serious, so Uesugi Qing did not ask any more questions.

"what should I do?"

He could only ask this question because the electronic synthesized sound belonging to the previously active Hundred Demons Scroll did not sound, and no one was guiding him.

Ming Hai Xinwu nodded and said bluntly: "As long as you [agree], it will be fine."

"In short, trust me."

Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head slightly and took a deep breath. For some reason, many incomplete silhouettes flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Finally, the picture freezes.

A strong man in a Japanese-style battle robe was half-kneeling on the ground with wounds all over his body, and he stood in front of the man.

He couldn't see what was on the other side, nor could he see what they were doing.

But the face of the strong man behind him was exactly the same as Shingo Narumi's.

In an instant, Uesugi Kiyoshi came to his senses.

A strange sense of familiarity, as well as a sense of trust as if they had known each other for a long time, continuously emerged from Ming Hai Shingo.

His face became serious, and he spoke each word with great emphasis, his tone becoming inexplicably firm.

"I believe in you. I always believe in you."

"Narumi-kun no, Arakawa!"

As soon as the words came out, light suddenly appeared.

From the statue of the Lord of a Hundred Demons, a turquoise light burst out, like blooming fireworks, releasing gorgeous colors to the fullest, and finally all of it was absorbed into the shadow of Shingo Nagisa.

As all this happened, the shadow of Shingo Nagisa became gradually more solid. He was wearing a battle robe, and his exposed skin was covered with cold black tattoos. His blood-red eyes revealed a bit of satisfaction, and his smile became more unbridled.

"Thanks."

After saying this sullenly, Ming Hai Shingo took a step forward, as if he wanted to leave.

But he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his back and asked in a low voice.

"You once said that your kendo gym was in need of a teaching instructor?"

"How much salary can you offer me?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed as if he had realized something.

"For a talented person like you, I will try my best to give you as much as you want~"

Nobuo Minghai nodded silently, strode into the void, and his figure disappeared.

At the same time, his voice came from afar.

"I'll report to you after this matter is over."

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"Thank you very much, this time and last time as well."

"From now on, the demon of Arakawa will be the sharp blade in your hand. Please watch me as I cut through the thorns and bushes."

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi was looking at Ming Hai Shingo disappearing with a headache and confusion, in the dream mirror of the Eight Thunder Gods, in Yomi Hirasaka, Ming Hai Shingo let out a long roar to the sky and suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark demonic energy rose into the sky like boiling water, and his figure gradually became taller, and a well-fitting battle robe was naturally draped over his body.

Haiguo made a handshake, and the air around him, which had become somewhat dry due to the yellow sand, thunder and fire, and bones, became humid at some point.

"Finally. I got it back."

“What a nostalgic feeling.”

"This power!"

Lord Arakawa is also a god who protects one side. He also has his own dream mirror. However, now that his soul is missing and his divine power is no longer with him, he can only use his half-baked demonic power to fight the enemy. He can no longer open his dream mirror easily.

All problems were solved at that moment.

The long-silent "Arakawa Water Country" immediately contacted Shingo Narumi.

"Yomi Hirazan?"

"Today I will turn your Yellow Spring into a real raging swamp!"

Chapter 224: The dragon returns to the sea, I return to Arakawa

Ignoring the skeleton army around him, the young man in battle robe fiercely thrust his golden sword into the ground, and demonic power surged like the sea.

At the same time, a majestic and fighting voice came out of his mouth.

"The wandering dragon returns to the sea! I return to Arakawa!"

These words seem to be the key to open a door.