Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

When he was hungry or thirsty, he would lick the flesh and blood of his master scattered nearby.

This Buddhist altar is like his protective umbrella.

It's his only one.

No one knew how long it was before this place was discovered and someone called the police.

Naturally, the police could not find the murderer and hastily ruled it as suicide, and Mingkong was entrusted to another abbot for upbringing.

From then on, he became silent and practiced meditation, and his Sanskrit practice was at the top level in the temple.

This is just the appearance.

Finally, when his Sanskrit method encountered a bottleneck, he revealed his ferocious fangs.

Overnight, he destroyed the entire temple, using the flesh and blood and souls of his fellow monks and the abbot as sacrifices, and activated his own Sanskrit language to create a Buddhist light that could exorcise demons.

It is the area blocking Uesugi Kiyoshi's way.

Isn’t it ironic?

Such a righteous force is controlled by a devil.

No way.

Power does not recognize individuals, nor does it distinguish between good and evil. The only difference is the people who use it.

Mingkong has changed, changed from the bottom of his heart.

What Buddhism, what salvation.

It's just a trick you say.

power.

He needs strength.

He no longer wanted to hide under the Buddha altar and eat rotten flesh.

Rather than being the victim of someone else's knife, he would rather be the perpetrator.

Master Mingkong died a long time ago.

The one standing here now is the demon Ming Wei Ming Kong.

"Little layman, although I don't know your origins, it seems that eating you will greatly improve my cultivation."

"You are much more useful than those ordinary women - those women who were raised by me like animals, even if they were abused to death, the hatred they contributed can only help me improve my cultivation a little bit."

"Hey, how can such a waste be worth living?"

"Oh, right."

“Are you from the Collectibles Association?”

"I've heard of you. A few days ago, a young master from the Fenghuangyuan family came to me for cooperation and asked me to take action to destroy your prestige. As a reward, he gave me a group of women."

"Well, that batch of women has been used up."

"And you came to my door right after. I am so blessed. May the Buddha bless me."

"That day, when we attacked your association, the monk who led it was indeed a bit troublesome."

"That door can actually compete with my Buddha's light. Those beasts that came from nowhere are really difficult to deal with."

"They were about to retreat, but suddenly a young man rushed towards me desperately, apparently because I took his sword?"

"It's all thanks to him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to report to the people of the Fenghuangyuan family. I was counting on them to provide me with more goods."

"I seized the opportunity, grabbed the boy's throat, thrust lightly, and pulled his heart out of his chest, crushing it to pieces."

"You don't know how wonderful the confusion and despair on his face was at that time."

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at Master Mingkong woodenly, letting him chatter there.

Only when he stopped talking, still unsatisfied, did Uesugi Kiyoshi smile sternly.

He asked slowly, using questioning language.

"Yes"

"Is that so?"

Along with the words, the sound of a sword rose into the sky.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not use a sword, he used his hands.

He swung his right hand, and the sword energy hissed, floating several inches outside his fingers, like the sharp claws of a wild beast.

Then, with a not-so-fast movement, he grabbed the golden barrier with his claws.

Master Mingkong's smile was one of contempt, but Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was filled with murderous intent.

The golden light that had originally blocked the Mirage Ghost Fire Sword completely, when it encountered the sword energy, was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, and it melted away in an instant.

Then, before Master Mingkong could even express his astonishment.

A slender but powerful hand went straight in, tore open his skin and reached into his chest.

Then, he saw the blood-stained boy's hand grasping a bright red, still beating heart and holding it in front of him.

Before the look of fear spread across his entire face, he saw the smile on the young man's face turn cold, and this smile made him feel like he was falling into the abyss.

The fingers were gently pinched together.

The heart, which was still beating faintly, was like a bloated balloon and was easily crushed.

In a sense, Master Mingkong was truly "heartbroken".

Mingshen Sword Qi was the sword energy that the Lord of a Hundred Ghosts used to completely kill all ghosts and gods.

Even the real gods of Takama-ga-hara would retreat when faced with this sword energy. How could a small evil monk who broke his precepts block the Buddha's light that was refined using human lives?

Master Mingkong's heart was grabbed out alive by Uesugi Kiyoshi and crushed to pieces.

Amid the blood splattering, his face looked very much like the swordsman who died at his hands, the one the Collector's Association called Yamato.

The same disbelief, the same unwillingness.

However, there are some differences.

He is not dead.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly feel that the monk's life force had not weakened and he showed no signs of dying.

While he was thinking about this, Master Mingkong roared, swung his Zen staff, and his face became hideous and terrifying.

"Impossible, this is the indestructible golden body of the Son of God bestowed upon me by the Buddha!"

"Why can you break it?"

"No way this is impossible!"

There was a lot of information in these few sentences, and Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't have time to think too much in this situation.

He only saw blood oozing out of the big hole in Master Mingkong's chest, and the hypocritical kindness on his face had completely disappeared.

This made him feel a little better.

The hypocritical face of Master Mingkong was finally torn off, and he roared with all his might.

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"Kill you!"

"May the Buddha bless me and help you attain rebirth!"

"Dharma-greed!"

Countless thick, inky black mists replaced the blood and poured out from Master Mingkong's chest, gathering into the image of a little giant that almost broke through the roof.

This is a fat monk. His eyes are extremely greedy and every move he makes is full of power.

As soon as this Dharma image appeared, it pressed down on Uesugi Kiyoshi, trying to crush him into minced meat.

Uesugi Kiyoshi just snapped his fingers.

A warrior with a dog's head and a human body quietly appeared behind him.

With a domineering and ferocious smile, the Inugami stopped the statue with a single sword, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped indifferently and walked towards Master Mingkong.

"Dharma-anger!"

The shadow that appeared this time was a Yakuza man covered in tattoos, who seemed to be a collection of the violent gangs under his command.

He looked extremely irritable, and as soon as he appeared, he ran towards Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Qing let out a click of the tongue and raised his knife without hesitation.

The invisible sword energy flashed and split the Dharma image, which was somewhat huge compared to an ordinary person, into two pieces, which turned into black mist and dissipated.

The look on Master Mingkong's face showed that he had run out of tricks.

"Dharma-chi!"

The one who came out this time was a charming and beautiful lady. She was naked, with a seductive smile, and her every move seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart was only slightly moved, and then he returned to silence.

It's an illusion, a mental attack.

However, when he was at this level of anger, no charm attack could shake his resolve.

Use the force, jump up, and strike out with the knife.

The famous Tongji Qi Yasunaga drew a bright crescent moon in the sky.

By the time Uesugi Kiyoshi landed on the ground, the naked woman's head had already fallen off with a loud bang.

"Using human lives to fill the gap, you can create such a third-rate ghost realm method?"

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"Sure enough, mediocre people are mediocre people."

"Even if you try your best, it can't change the fact that you are a weak person."