The Demon’s Menu

　　 Heta's roar echoed in the small temple.

　　 The dozen or so people who appeared suddenly showed disdain, holding weapons, and began to approach.

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the Tibetan Scriptures sighed slightly, manipulating another stand-in to block the sword for He Tai.

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple still hasn't figured out the ins and outs of the certificate.

　　 But this leader.

Do not!

　　 It should be accurate to say that he knew one of the two knives on the waist of the leader.

　　 Even at a distance of tens of meters, he can feel the breath from above.

　　 gloomy, manic.

　　 is full of blood.

　　Magic knife!

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple is very sure.

　　 I just don't know which magic knife it will be.

　　 The old monk thought from the bottom of his heart, manipulating another clone to watch the field.

　　 "Kill him."

　　 The leader said casually, his left hand was placed on the two long knives so casually, the contempt in his eyes was almost as real.

　　 It seems that Mrs. He is not worth mentioning.

　　 In fact, He Tai's performance is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

　　 After the dozen or so people surrounded them for a while, they were crushed.

　　 Fireballs one after another.

　　 Each one hit these people fiercely.

　　 But He Tai herself has agile footsteps, light figure interspersed among these attackers, easily avoiding the passing of these people.

　　 About two minutes later, all the people who charged up fell down.

　　 were all scorched black, their eyes turned white, and they lost consciousness.

　　 However, none of them lost their breath.

　　 are still alive.

　　 "Oh, what a waste."

　　 The young man with frivolous eyes sneered.

　　 His eyes first swept across the people on the ground, and then fell on He Tai.

　　 The meaning is self-evident.

　　 is saying that people who fall on the ground are waste.

　　 is also saying that He Tai, who has clearly won the victory, but is soft-hearted, is a waste.

　　Hoo!

　　 Heta didn't refute the other party, but took a deep breath.

　　 Everyone has their own rules of conduct.

He is also included.

　　 If you can't kill, you won't kill.

　　Although doing this will make him do things with restraint, but at the same time restraining him, it will make him feel that he is still a person, not an unscrupulous machine to accomplish his goal.

　　 Maybe I am not a good person, but I still want to be a person.

　　 With this belief, He Tai worked hard to revive the family.

　　 He will not change his beliefs because of a word from someone.

　　 Not before.

　　 Not now.

　　 later...

　　 also not!

　　 "Get out."

　　 exhaled, He Tai's eyes were firmer and more energetic than before.

　　 The talisman in his hand shot out like an arrow, with a burst of muffled sound, it turned into a ball of flames in the air, surrounding the leader.

　　 The flame rises.

　　 Scorching hot.

The figure of 　　 leader disappeared in the flame instantly.

　　 However, Mr. He did not relax at all.

　　 When the flame surrounded the leader, a bad feeling rose in Mrs. He's heart.

　　As an onmyoji, He Tai is born with extraordinary perceptions.

　　 The day after tomorrow's battle, He Tai has accumulated a lot of experience.

　　 Therefore, when a bad feeling arose in He Tai's heart, the wandering Onmyoji flashed to the side.

　　Hoo!

　　 The wind howled.

　　 Just when Mrs. He had just completed the dodge action, a gust of wind blew.

　　 The fire group was instantly extinguished under the strong wind, and a sharp air current passed He Tai.

　　 Heta did not touch this air current.

　　 However, the sharpness made his skin sting.

　　 The canopy draped over the body is even more broken.

　　 The blood was permeated, and the pain spread from the left arm.

　　 But Mrs. He didn't care about this at all. He lowered his head and looked at the ground of the temple courtyard.

　　 On the hard bluestone ground, a finger-wide gap passed by He Tai, extending to the steps in front of the Tongshou Temple Hall.

　　 "Sword, sword spirit?!"

　　 He Tai's face changed, and he exclaimed.

　　 Swordsman is the easiest choice to enter the inner world from this world.

　　 But it just entered.

　　 This kind of entry is mostly just cannon fodder.

　　 If you want to stand firm in the true sense, you must at least have a decent trick.

　　 and ‘jianqi’ is a sign.

　　 Being able to wield sword aura, it means that the swordsman has reached a considerable degree.

　　Even demons will not be underestimated.

　　 After all, many demons were slashed by ‘Sword Qi’.

　　 Therefore, the swordsman of this period is called——

　　 Jianhao!

　　The man in front of you turned out to be Jianhao? !

　　 He was too surprised to think about it, and the person who swung a sword on the opposite side sneered again.

　　 "What? Surprised?"

　　 "Do you think I will be one of those fish-like characters?"

"Or……"

　　 "Do you think you can avoid my second sword!"

　　 The sword-holding leader rushed toward Heta with his soles kicking on the ground just after the voice fell.

　　 He too violently shot a piece of talisman paper, trying to block the opponent.

　　 But it didn't work at all.

　　 The pressure formed by the sword power and the violent wind caused the talisman paper to lose even the ability to form a fireball, so it was torn.

　　 More importantly, the leader of the sword is too fast.

　　 Faster than He Tai imagined.

　　 It's almost here, He Tai can't even react.

　　 He is too late to react.

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, responded well.

　　噗!

　　 In a familiar collision, the old monk Tongshousi smashed Hetai away.

　　 And he himself was divided into two.

　　 The blood drifted away.

　　 He splashed hotly on his face.

　　 He Tai was completely stunned.

　　 "Big, master?"

　　 The wandering Onmyoji stammered.

　　 The leader holding the sword was taken aback.

　　 Then, surprise and sneer appeared on his face.

　　 "It really is a fool!"

　　 "Pick yourself up to save someone!"

　　 "However, the so-called Master Tongshou Temple is really weak."

　　 "In the rumors, a heir named Jason was also found. You are so weak. The one named Jason is probably not as good as a waste, that is, a trash, right?"

　　 The sword leader shook his wrist.

　　 The blood on the blade fell directly to the ground, revealing the blade as clean as new.

　　 Then, the onmyoji who aimed at the wandering was a straight stab.

　　 The tip of the sword aimed at the wandering Onmyoji's throat.

　　 As before, fast and accurate.

　　 The wandering Onmyoji can't escape.

　　 Looking at the approaching blade, the wandering Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a pile of talisman paper appeared in his hand again. Even if he were to die, he would have to suffer considerable damage.

　　With this kind of consciousness, the wandering Onmyoji was waiting for the moment his throat was penetrated.

　　 The opponent's sword is too strong!

　　 is so strong, he can only wait for the moment his throat is penetrated before he can succeed!

　　 is near!

　　 The blade is getting closer!

　　 The wandering Onmyoji squeezed the talisman tightly!

　　 Just when his throat was tingling, the wandering Onmyoji was about to shoot out the talisman when he raised his hand.

　　 However, the opponent's blade is faster.

　　 The blade that pierced straight out turned into a diagonal cut.

　　 After being swiped by the sword blade in the air, he snorted.

　　 A blood stain suddenly appeared on the right wrist of the Wandering Onmyoji.

　　 The blade has not arrived yet.

　　The coercion has injured the wandering Onmyoji.

　　 More importantly, with this kind of injury, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand uncontrollably.

　　 is over!

　　 Can't I even hurt the opponent?

　　 The wandering Onmyoji was desperate.

　　 The leader holding the sword looked at the wandering Onmyoji's despair, and once again let out a sarcastic laugh.

　　 "Oh, ridiculous."

　　 "Will I be hurt by ants?"

"go to hell!"

　　 There was more murderous ferocity in the ironic sneer.

　　 The sword strength of the leader who holds the sword is faster.

　　 The other party had already planned to cut off Hetai's wrist after cutting off Hetai's waist.

　　 The first one?

　　No, no, no.

　　 Such a way of death is really too cheap.

　　 What the other party wants is wailing!

　　 Suffering wailing!

　　Only in this way can he and his sword be happy.

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple in the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures room began to run out.

　　 Although the opponent's strength has been estimated, the opponent's strength is stronger than expected.

　　 can't do it!

　　 Running like this is too slow!

must……

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared all over his body.

Roar!

　　 A low roar rose from his body.

　　 But, the next moment, it stopped abruptly.

　　Because one hand grasped the blade.

　　 When the blade was about to touch Heta's wrist, a broad palm grabbed the blade.

　　嗤!

　　 It was like the sound of metal cutting, sparks splashing everywhere.

　　 The strong wind stopped, as if hitting a mountain.

　　 sharp, dull, as if diving into the rock.

　　 The leader holding the sword was surprised.

　　 Subconsciously he wants to draw a sword.

　　 However, the blade that was grasped by that beater seemed to have taken root on the ground, motionless.

　　 Not only that, but a greater force came from that palm.

　　 It seemed that the blade was about to leave him.

　　The leader of the sword held the hilt tightly.

　　 "Let me go!"

　　 The other party yelled, and while pushing hard with both arms, he lifted his foot to the owner of this palm.

boom!

　　'S raised foot was blocked.

　　 Both feet collided.

　　The leader holding the sword felt like he was kicking on a steel-poured pillar. The sole of the foot was hurt, but the other's sole was still kicking.

　　 This time, the leader of the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.

　　 He didn't dare to take this kick.

　　嗖!

　　 One foot touched the ground, and the leader holding the sword quickly stepped back four or five meters.

　　 When the distance was widened, he could see the person who just blocked his sword.

　　 Tall, strong, rough looks and mighty.

　　 Especially the kind of height and strength, people can't help but subconsciously doubt whether the other party is of human blood.

"who are you?"

　　 The leader of the sword bearer who had lost the sword put away his previous disdain, and he became cautious.

　　 "Jason."

　　 With such an answer, Jason, who had just returned, took a step forward. He walked out of the shadow and was bathed in moonlight.

　　 Under the bright moonlight, Jason took the sword in his hand and looked at it.

　　 Sharp, bright.

　　 should be a weapon.

　　 However, compared to the long sword in his hand, he is more concerned about the other sword on the opponent's waist.

　　 The breath of "food"!

　　 Although it is not clear, it seems to be hidden by something, but Jason can still smell it.

　　 Inverted the hilt, Jason threw the long knife in his hand into Hui Lijing's hand.

　　The female detective caught the sharp blade and started to back away carefully.

　　 "Jason?"

　　 After hearing Jason's answer, the leader looked at Jason again.

　　 Especially Jason's palm.

　　 There is no blood flowing out.

　　Even, there are no scratches.

　　 has only the same skin as before.

　　 "Vajra body?"

　　 The leader said.

　　 Jason did not answer.

　　 He has no habit of answering the enemy. Similarly, this arrogant leader will not listen to the answers of others in the true sense. He just started talking to himself right after the voice fell.

"fair enough."

　　 "With a sacrifice like you."

　　 "My sword will definitely be able to go to the next level."

　　 While talking to himself, the opponent's right hand held another sword.

　　 The moment he was holding another sword.

　　 The opponent's body began to shake.

　　 shook as if drunk.

　　 was shaking like sleepy again.

　　 stab, stab.

　　 A faint red lightning appeared on the hilt.

　　 The sword has not been pulled out yet.

　　 A fierce aura of force has already spread out.

　　 At the position where the sword holder was standing, traces of tiny cracks began to appear on the bluestone ground.

　　 "Magic, magic knife!"

　　 "This is a magic knife!"

　　 "Don't let him draw his sword!"

　　 "That's a magic knife!"

　　 After knowing it, He shouted too loudly, his face was unprecedentedly pale and solemn.

　　 This wandering Onmyoji never thought that he would encounter a magic knife here.

　　 These blades, which are called ‘magic knives’, each had a so-called famous knife, but because of a coincidence, they formed a monster-like existence, with neither life nor death.

　　All there is is killing!

　　 is just the absorption of life!

　　 is just a thirst for blood!

　　 Every person holding a magic knife will be corrupted by the magic knife.

　　 In the end, they all become sane murderers.

　　 Similarly, the magic knife will bring exaggerated power.

　　 is a shortcut to gain power.

　　 Under normal circumstances, people can refuse.

　　 But in special circumstances, it is difficult for people to refuse.

　　 After all, there is no guarantee that you will meet with the power of the magic knife.

　　 And once it starts, it cannot end.

　　 is like an illusion created by a mandala.

　　 In illusion, it is happiness.

　　In reality, it is cruel.

　　 But no matter what, the person holding the magic knife will be extremely powerful.

　　 This is for sure.

　　 So, the wandering Onmyoji ~www.ltnovel.com~ is very nervous.

　　 But, Jason was indifferent.

　　 The female detective standing outside the hall is also calm.

　　 The old monk of Tongshou Temple standing in the main hall also has a calm expression on his face.

　　 The female detective and the old monk Tong Shousi believe in Jason.

　　Jason?

　　 judged the strength of the opponent by the richness of the ‘food’ taste.

　　 He can deal with it.

　　 And, with ease.

　　 Therefore, Jason is not in a hurry.

　　 Of course, more importantly, his attention is on the peepers around him.

　　 That's right!

　　 In addition to this wave of people, there are peepers around Tongshou Temple!

　　 There is no doubt that the ‘fear’ banner is more attractive than imagined.

　　 The sword bearer clearly felt Jason's distraction, and the opponent who was still brewing suddenly burst into anger.

　　He drew his sword.

　　锵!

　　 The blade was unsheathed, and the vibrato continued.

　　 Like, the wind chants.

　　The sword bearer whispered in a low voice--

　　 "Listen, kamikaze lightly chant!"

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