Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

"This level of power"

"Should I say he is worthy of being called the ancient evil god?"

Uesugi Qing's heart trembled, he exhaled a breath of foul air, and became secretly alert.

He has seen gods and killed gods.

But there is basically no one who can give him such pressure.

He also understood this kind of power.

Divine grace is like the sea, and divine power is like prison.

Even a mortal who has experienced many killings will release disturbing murderous intent. However, when it comes to the extraordinary end, the existence called God, once it fully releases its own will, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can withstand.

Not to mention others, if Uesugi Kiyoshi were to fall into a rage now, just one look from him would be enough to make those little hooligans piss their pants and not dare to act rashly.

However, this level of "pressure" was not enough to cause any substantial trouble to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He now has some understanding of the snake demon's tactics.

Power, mind-reading, soul-stealing.

With these three approaches working together, not to mention mortals, even ordinary extraordinary people can be easily deceived and fall into the spell, turning into the snake demon's puppet.

But, besides that.

This snake demon doesn't seem to be anything special.

His speed and reaction were ridiculously slow, not much better than ordinary people. Facing Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword, he could only be preyed upon.

Even so, the feminine man still smiled with some pride.

"It's useless. No matter how many times you try, your sword can't hurt me at all."

"That power just now was a little interesting, but that's all."

"Don't underestimate the gods who have existed since time immemorial!"

The incarnation of the snake demon did not yell loudly and lower himself to a lower level, but only used words to weaken Uesugi Kiyoshi's defenses.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's opinion, this guy didn't talk nonsense voluntarily - he seemed to have no way to deal with Uesugi Kiyoshi, and was also thinking about strategy, or simply holding back on a big move.

Uesugi Kiyoshi chuckled, stamped his feet, raised his head, and held the sword horizontally in front of him.

"Swords are useless to you?"

"What about this?"

His finger touched the blade of Onikiri's sword, as if opening a switch, a door.

The sword energy hissed and flowed upstream like a current, washing the sword body with rippling patterns on the Demon Cutting blade.

In an instant, Uesugi Kiyoshi's demeanor changed.

His originally calm expression became cold and ruthless, with a hint of a sense of authority over life and death.

His eyes were somewhat indifferent, and the sword energy of Mingshen was born from his heart, mixed with mirage energy, like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, which simply and roughly tore through the snake demon's suppression of momentum.

The black fog in the sky was broken by the sword energy.

The Buddha's light poured down like mercury, illuminating half of Uesugi Kiyoshi's face.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, only the sword light is the most dazzling.

The snake demon was a little nonchalant at first. In his eyes, "mirage" was actually not much different from demonic energy.

Yamata no Orochi is one of the oldest gods in Japan. In fact, there are still many snake gods worshipped by cults in Japan today, and their prototypes are all Yamata no Orochi.

This accumulated faith, coupled with the evil god's unscrupulous means, created an absolute monster.

Later, due to some reasons, the Yamata-no-Orochi was divided into eight, but even if one of them was picked out alone, it would be a god of disaster that gave the righteous gods of Takama-ga-hara a headache.

When the sword energy of Mingshen roared, his expression changed.

Just now, when he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi, it was as if he was looking at a child, powerless, weak, pathetic, and pitiful.

This condescending attitude is a habit developed over a long period of time, and it is extremely difficult to change.

However, when Uesugi Kiyoshi used his sword energy, it was as if he saw this little kid taking out a Gatling gun from somewhere, ready to shoot at him.

"This kind of power?!"

"who are you?!"

Chapter 361: The Ghost Ship Mirage

"I am the master of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and I wield the sword that kills gods."

"If you meet me today, your fate will be over!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's voice also became lower and seemed a little hoarse, but he was unaware of it.

The Tongziqie An Gang clenched in both hands was shining brightly and dazzlingly.

The sword-wielding man moved his lips slightly, forcing a somewhat stiff smile.

The next second, the knife light poured down like a rainstorm.

Uesugi Kiyoshi has a habit. No matter who his opponent is, as long as he is not a weakling who can be seen through at a glance, he will test him first.

Now, the test is over, the attack will be a killing move.

The same sword, but the power attached to it is completely different.

A legacy from thousands of years ago, the source of Uesugi Kiyotaka's ability to destroy ghosts and gods, the Mingshen sword energy.

The figure was like lightning, tearing through the black fog, and Ghost Cut stabbed into the chest of the Yaki incarnation without any hindrance.

The sword energy was restless, tearing into pieces the gorgeous cloth and the fragile flesh.

Less than half a meter away, Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at the feminine man's extremely surprised face and revealed a chilling smile.

The next second, his smile suddenly shattered.

The expected smoke did not disappear, and instead, a pale and bony hand grasped the hilt of Onikiri's sword.

The pupil of Yaqi's incarnation shrank into a needle-like point. He coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, but still smiled strangely.

"I see, that's it."

"You are the inheritor of this power."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"No wonder you're not afraid of me. No wonder you want to kill me."

"Hey, hehe."

A strange laugh squeezed out of the throat of the person in front of him. He was breathing with difficulty, and the look he gave Uesugi Kiyoshi became extremely complicated.

"Very proud of yourself, eh?"

"With this unprecedented power, the immortal gods and ghosts are vulnerable in front of you. You have the power of life and death in your hands, just like a god who rules over gods."

"Ha ha."

The wheezing sound like that of a broken bellows working came continuously, but Yaqi's incarnation had not fallen down yet.

"You will regret it. The more proud you are now, the more you will regret it in the future."

"Do you think this kind of power can be used recklessly by a mortal?"

"Do you think this kind of power will come to you without paying any price?"

"Don't be naive!"

"I was once like you. I was a god, sitting on the clouds, above all the gods, the master of the world."

"But in the end, you will find that you are just a tool that is used at will."

"One day, you will be like me, notorious, with your faith shattered, hated by everyone like a rat crossing the street, lingering on in a dark corner."

"When the birds are gone, the good bows are put away; when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked!"

"You and I are the same, just a dog, what are you so arrogant about?!"

With a roar, the feminine man transformed by Yaqi forcibly pulled out Uesugi Kiyoshi's Onikiri.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's power was suppressed at this moment.

For the first time, the sword energy that killed ghosts and gods was completely ineffective against the enemy.

The body turned into black mist and flew away. A few meters away, the feminine man condensed his body again.

"Ahhhh that hurts."

"Are you surprised, angry, or confused?"

"I said, I once had this power."

"You can kill all the gods in the world, but you can't use this power to kill me!"

"Humph"

"It seems that my luck has come. Since you are the chosen one, if I take over your body."

"Maybe, I can go back the way I came here!"

“Hehe, hahahaha!”

"God will not kill me!"

The Yaqi incarnation talked to himself, and his expression became crazy.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi was filled with undisguised greed and desire.

"The greetings are over, it's my turn."

"I will accept this great gift!"

"Uh-huh!"

"The soul is torn apart!"

Idioms, as a part of Sinology, were brought to Japan at that time very early on.