Quest Master of Konoha

"The Quest Master of Konoha ()"

Yakumo easily put the two sun knives into the Rongguang sword box.

At the same time, he stood up, intending to give a gift to Purgatory Kyojuro.

The two were walking down the street, aiming for the direction outside the city.

The neon lights flickering on both sides of the street show a different kind of prosperity, but this kind of prosperity is destined to have nothing to do with purgatory Kyojuro, who accompanies the dark night and walks with death until the day when the ghost is completely eliminated.

On the stalls along the street, freshly grilled beef balls are displayed.

Fragrant.

Purgatory Kyojurou's eyes showed a hint of covetousness, but he was caught by Yakumo accurately. At Yakumo's request, the two came to the pavilion and ordered a dozen skewers of beef balls and takoyaki.

The red charcoal fire illuminated their faces. Yakumo prefers takoyaki and purgatory Kyojuro prefers beef balls. The two chatted a few more times, but most of the purgatory Kyojuro was talking about Yakumo listening, Yakumo There are many secrets that cannot be easily confessed, only silent silence.

Chatting and chatting... Purgatory Kyojuro mentioned a boy named...Kaomen Tanjiro, and listened to Kyojuro's tone, that he planned to train him to be his own stepson. The so-called stepson means heir.

In his narration, Yakumo was able to outline the basic image of Tanjiro Kamado, brave, kind, firm, sympathetic to the weak, and fearless to the strong.

In short, Kyojuro seems to be very satisfied.

After the two of them had dinner, they continued to set off.

Yakumo lowered his head and wiped the blood-burning reagent from the ninja bag. He felt that one day Kyojuro would use this thing, because no matter what level of ghost he encountered, the only choice for Kyojuro was to fight.

"This is…?"

Purgatory Kyojuro looked at the blood-colored liquid flowing in the glass tube in Yakumo's palm, and asked a little puzzled.

"Burning blood, a kind of secret medicine, means burning the blood in the body in exchange for unrivaled power. It will kill 100% of it, but it can ignore most of the pain and burst out with power far beyond the normal state."

Yakumo thought for a while and handed the burning blood to Purgatory Kyojuro.

"I hope you don't use it, but I also hope you have more power when you plan to burn yourself to protect others."

"what!"

Purgatory Kyojuro took the burning blood... He raised his head and laughed.

"I have already prepared to burn, and naturally I hope to burn more vigorously, Yakumo... I like this gift very much!"

Purgatory Kyojuro laughed heartily.

Death is not worth fearing.

Obviously, he really liked the gift.

The two separated.

Yakumo turned around and touched the Bliss Sect of the World.

In a blink of an eye, he had already touched the vicinity of the ghost, and with his super high concealment skills, he temporarily hid his figure.

Yakumo's original plan was to wait for the sun to rise before attacking.

However, believers kept coming with offerings.

Yakumo looked at it and saw that it was a sweet sleeping girl with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was dreaming.

If you wait another night for this girl's fate... you can imagine.

The pure white sun blade slid out.

With strength in his legs, he slammed into the window.

Broken bamboo pieces fell to the ground.

The surrounding pale yellow curtains were filled with the scent of sandalwood. A young man in his twenties was sitting on the yellow cushion. His colorful eyes showed a little anger, but his figure was very lazy.

The curtain is full of colorful lotus flowers, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

Yakumo raised his head and looked at Tong Mo.

Brush, the white blade is like a roaring dragon!

Tong Mo jumped up.

Smashed the window... jumped to the pool next to it.

In an instant, the fences and wooden pillars along the way were cut off by the light of the sword, and Yakumo swept away from the low altitude like a huge bird, directly smashing the wall, and the surrounding stones flew like bullets.

Tong Mo smiled and crossed the fan to block the splashing stones.

The figure of the enemy broke through the wall, and the blade was covered with a golden arc, which reminded Yakumo of the owner of Breath of Thunder he had faced before, waving the iron fan.

"Blood Ghost Art Lotus Leaf Ice.

"

As Tong Mo waved the iron fan, the wave of extreme cold spread out, and three ice crystals shaped like lotus flowers appeared on the path of Yakumo.

The surrounding temperature suddenly became extremely cold.

Yakumo's powerful eyesight allowed him to spot the bloodshots in the ice crystals. The bloodshots were extremely thin, as if they were changing positions with the flow of the air. Yakumo instinctively remembered Toshiro who had fought before, and subconsciously held his breath.

The ice lotus slammed into Yakumo very quickly, and the surrounding ice flakes were as sharp as blades, and the distance between the two kept compressing.

Yakumo clenched the blade with both hands, and in his eyes, the blade that was originally pure white gradually turned red, like a burning flame.

——Yakumo made a mistake and opened the He Dao.

The two blades smashed through the ice lotus like a torch, and the light blue ice crystals splashed everywhere, covered with silver brilliance under the moonlight, Yakumo manipulated the two blades to smash into the boundary formed by the ice crystals, and the surrounding ice crystals were quickly burned into white by the flames of steam.

"Blood Ghost Art, Loose Lotus!"

The ice crystals in the air quickly gathered into thin ice flowers, and each petal was as sharp as a blade. Tong Mo waved his double fans, and the two gradually piled up to form a boundary of ice.

"Weiguo!"

The two blades crossed like sharp claws, instantly smashing the ice on the path, the cold current convolved into a storm behind Yakumo, using the lotus as a springboard, the distance between the two was extremely close.

"Blood Ghost Technique Frozen Cloud!"

Tong Mo waved the iron fan with both hands, and pushed out the cloudy cloud that condensed with the cold current. There were a lot of ice crystals in it. Tong Mo used this move to force the enemy back.

"Eternal Sleep Mist."

Yakumo spoke softly, and the thick fog rolled and spread, the lead-gray fog mixed with the white clouds that swallowed ice crystals.

Yakumo didn't stop, and continued to move forward, the roaring blade pointed directly at Tong Mo's neck.

Tong Mo instantly restrained his smile and turned into a state of no sadness and no joy.

At the juncture of life and death, Tong Mo no longer cares about acting. He has never faced such a powerful enemy before, and all his attacks and defenses have been torn up by the enemy unreasonably.

Even the defense he was proud of, couldn't stop it, the double-edged blazing flame.

"Blood Ghost Art: The Imperial Son of Crystal."

Five avatars composed of ice crystals appeared in the courtyard, and their appearance was almost the same as that of Tongmo. These avatars had similar characteristics to Tongmo and could even activate some less powerful blood ghost techniques.

"Blood Ghost Art: Xuandong Icicle."

The water droplets in the lotus pond gradually poured upwards, converging into sharp icy edges in mid-air, all in the blink of an eye.

Countless ice ridges fell from the sky!

Coercion, more and more tyrannical.

The terrifying extreme cold attacked Yakumo from the surroundings.

Many attacks are converging at this moment.

Tong Mo was more than a dozen confident at this time, and with these few combos, it was enough to severely damage the enemy in front of him.

In the air, white marks were drawn.

It was falling ice.

The ice wall in front of Yakumo spread out layer by layer, oppressing all his dodging space, and at this time he was strategically pushed into a corner by Tong Mo.

Dodge, do you need to dodge?

When he is strong enough, he is not afraid of all the attacks of the enemy, whether it is the icicles falling from the sky or the savage spreading ice wall in front.

One knife is enough to solve it!

His eyes were slightly condensed, and his fighting spirit was high.

"Weiguo."

Yakumo spoke softly, the burning blade of the blade illuminated the night sky, and the next moment, countless blade gangs spread out, severing all the surrounding ice edges and the ice wall in front, and even Tong Mo's clone.

The sea of ​​fire boiled and melted the surrounding icicles.

The sweltering heat was almost blowing.

From a distance, it looks like the fire of the sky has descended on the world!

The white haze was swallowed up by the thick fog.

On the scarlet double knives, Tong Mo sensed an unimaginable sense of crisis!

will die, will die, will die.

Every cell in his body was reminding him that death was coming, but Tong Mo's expression did not change.

No sorrow, no joy, no anger, no anger.

Even for death, Tong Mo didn't have any fear.

"Ice Buried Ten Nights Moon."

Tong Mo put the double fans in front of him, trying to block the fierce slash of Eight Clouds. The countless fan bones were pieced together into a beautiful blooming lotus, and Tong Mo's eyes showed excitement.

"Young man, you are more interesting than the world."

Ding.

The weapon collided, and Tong Mo became extremely surprised in an instant. The iron fan with steel as the bone and gold as the face was easily cut off by the enemy.

As if... a scalding hot knife was cutting butter.

The surrounding icicles exploded and splashed at this moment.

Yakumo walks forward, slashing straight!

"Blood Ghost Art, Fog Ice, Water Lily Bodhisattva."

This is Tongmo's stunt. The surrounding water droplets and cold air rush towards his body, creating a light blue ice man. The shape is like a Bodhisattva sitting with his hands folded. With the passage of time, the height of the Bodhisattva increases to four. Mi, in the package of ice, Tong Mo smiled.

In the next second, Tong Mo's body was cut open.

The four-meter-long Ice Bodhisattva was cut off without any hindrance, and the huge ice block collapsed to the surrounding, and at the same time, the double-edged swept across, forming a crossed sword.

Before Tong Mo could react.

The head rises from the sky.

Tong Mo's eyes were full of shock and astonishment.

"how is this possible?"

"Is this beheaded?"

The head that fell to the ground muttered.

Yakumo crouched down and looked at the corpse that was gradually turning to fly ash.

This beheading was really too easy, and the restraint of the sun blade against the evil ghost was more exaggerated than expected.

The surrounding ice cubes gradually sank into the lotus pond, and there were bustling footsteps around.

But Yakumo still hasn't been prompted by the game system.

"No! No! No!"

"You're so funny, I can't die yet!"

The ghost head that fell on the ground said, the body that was turning into fly ash was gradually healing, as if death was being reversed.

"what's going on?"

In his perception, the aura of the enemy became stronger.

But Purgatory Kyojuro said that the katana can kill ghosts by beheading them.

At this time, he was a little puzzled.

Yakumo began to swing the knife... One breath, one hundred slashes.

The momentum of the gradual convergence stopped, and the flaming sun blade smashed into Tomo's body like a red-hot steel pillar.

Immediately ignite the surrounding cells that are converging, and with Yakumo swinging a hundred knives, Tong Mo's body is like countless flames burning.

Even if he overcomes the weakness of beheading by his own will.

But... the gap between heaven and earth still exists, Tong Mo's physical attributes are about forty points, but Yakumo's four attributes have exceeded fifty points.

After more than ten seconds, the prompt sound of the game system sounded.

〖Congratulations to the player for killing the second child of the winding string · Tongmo. 〗

〖Congratulations player, get 7000 battle points! 〗

〖With the fire of the sun, annihilate sins! 〗

Under the moonlight, the double-edged blade is returned to the sword box.

With the help of the night, Yakumo quickly escaped from the Ultimate Bliss Sect.

The battle for less than a minute left his stomach a little empty.

After losing Chakra, all of his moves and attacks depended on physical strength, which also directly led to... Yakumo's appetite increased greatly, and he became very hungry.

Yakumo thought for a while, then returned to the pavilion where he and Purgatory Kyojuro ate just now and ordered some beef balls and takoyaki.

After half a sound.

"It's just like that, it's not delicious."

Yakumo stood up after paying the bill.

Maybe... it's because one person eats it.

It just so happened that the evil spirits in this city have been dealt with.

Yakumo found the direction and began to pursue Purgatory Kyojuro.

In this world, it is difficult to meet someone who is compatible.

Yakumo didn't want to see him next time at his funeral. Purgatory Kyojuro was covered in a pure white sheet, surrounded by white flowers.

Close your eyes and sleep forever, your eyes are peaceful.

Yakumo quickly shook his head.

Hurry up and set off.

After half an hour, Yakumo caught up with Purgatory Kyojuro.

"Didn't you say you want to investigate the evil spirits in the city?"

Purgatory Kyojuro ran fast with his hands behind his back, a little surprised by Yakumo's sudden appearance.

In fact, with the cooperation of the full concentration breathing method, the speed of Purgatory Kyojuro was much faster than that of ordinary people, but Yakumo could easily keep up with Purgatory Kyojuro's speed, and his face looked quite calm.

"already solved."

Yakumo replied, his face as usual.

Does the less than one minute fight warrant an explanation?

of course not.

"Isn't the enemy strong? You don't look like you're injured."

Purgatory Xingshoulang asked curiously. In his opinion, no matter how strong Yakumo is, in less than half an hour, he will not be able to deal with the evil spirits of the Twelve Ghost Moon level.

Swish, swish.

The shadow of the tree kept swept back.

From a distance, it looks like a constantly twisted devil.

Tonight, the moonlight was a little hazy, like a tulle draped over the two of them, Yakumo adjusted the collar that was pouring the wind with his hands, and it was a bit cold to run all night, and said at the same time.

"The second string, Ice Ghost Tongmo."

"What?"

Purgatory Kyojuro slipped and almost fell.

Just now, he almost had difficulty maintaining the stability of his full concentration of breathing.

But he believed... Yakumo wasn't joking.

This kind of feeling is like being besieged by the enemy army. He was trying to eat a meal on his forefoot. As a result... his good friend rushed into the enemy camp alone and directly killed the number three person in the enemy army camp. Horses are useless.

"Half an hour... Solve the second string?"

"It should take less than a minute."

Yakumo continued to preach, ignoring Purgatory Kyojuro's increasingly self-doubtful face.

"With the sun-knife, it's really easy to kill a ghost. Rush in front of the ghost, and use the sun-knife to directly decapitate before the ghost can react."

Purgatory Kyojuro looked at Yakumo's vivid explanation.

fell into deep self-doubt.

If killing ghosts can really be that simple, what is the sacrifice of the ghost killing team for hundreds of years?

A mediocre person, a foolish act of one after another?

"At this moment, I really believe that you will end the killing of the... Ghost King Wu Miserable, as if our sacrifice is to wait for your appearance and end the evil history that has lasted for thousands of years."

There was a little frustration mixed in his tone, his mind was as tough as he was, and he couldn't calmly face such repeated shocks.

"King Shoulang, your sacrifice is not to wait for me to appear."

Yakumo shook his head and said in a very sincere manner.

"You are great and noble people, and I am not half as good as you."

Purgatory Kyojuro smiled when he was affirmed.

But he looked at Yakumo with a relaxed expression, and his heart was still uneasy. From hunting ghosts, killing ghosts, to rushing Baili to catch up with him, this kind of physical strength or endurance made him unable to refresh his understanding of Yakumo again.

The most important thing is...the one who was killed was the second of the strings.

"How did you do it... so easy to kill Shang Xian Er?"

Hearing this, Yakumo thought for a while.

"I have played against an enemy who manipulated the extreme cold before, and now I have a bit of experience in the battle against Shang Xian Er Tong Mo, and compared to that man, Tong Mo's manipulation of ice seems a little immature."

"experience…?"

Purgatory Kyojuro asked curiously.

"Don't fight consumption, just get close...directly decapitate."

Yakumo answered confidently.

"If the enemy attacks and defends?"

"Chop directly, you have to believe that the blade points to everything."

Purgatory Kyojuro was silent.

In Yakumo, he felt the unevenness of the world.

The two stopped and walked, running in the wilderness.

Although there are already signs of technological recovery in this era, more places are still extremely primitive, showing a strange sense of separation. The metropolis has neon lights and trams.

But more mountain villages have no electricity and no shadow of technology.

Simple and unpretentious.

During this time, the two separated several times.

Yakumo took an extra detour to search for the ghost's breath, beheaded him during the day, and finally found Purgatory Kyojuro again before sunset. The two often camped in the mountains and ate dry food that didn't have much flavor.

Yakumo took out the sun blade and placed it in front of him...

The originally smooth blade was already full of gaps, and there was even a small crack extending from the blade to the back of the blade.

These two carefully crafted weapons are near complete destruction.

This was due to countless tyrannical slashes.

"This weapon is a little too fragile."

Yakumo pouted.

Put the Sun Blade back into the Glory Sword Box for warming up.

Purgatory Xingjurou's face was a little strange. He had seen all the slashes of Yakumo, and he really couldn't think of any material in this world that could withstand that level of power.

"I'll probably be at the station tomorrow."

The tree canopy not far from the two was like a huge umbrella, blocking the sky and the sun. On the stout branch... squatted a somewhat plump pheasant, which was squatting at a safe distance, combing the colorful feathers of its tail.

Yakumo looked at the dry food in his hand.

At the same time, looked at the pheasant in the distance.

In the Glory Sword Box... Xie Yu slowly slipped out.

Yakumo held it back with his backhand...

"Tonight... good luck, eat chicken."

Brush, Yakumo's figure disappeared.

"So fast."

Purgatory Kyojuro murmured.

Half an hour later, the two gnawed on the fat and oily chicken legs, which was considered to be the most hearty dinner in the past two days.

That night, Yakumo continued to set out to hunt evil spirits.

PS: Ask for a monthly pass