My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 222 This knife is called Ping A.

A gust of evening wind brought a few fallen leaves, which floated on the ponded water in the courtyard, and were illuminated by the dim light.

After leaving the sea of ​​​​fire, the time was 10:30 in the evening, and there was still half an hour before Jiuke launched the general attack.

Fujiwara Xingkong jumped on a tree and overlooked the entire Yishuiyuan from a high point.

The small buildings one after another are connected to each other, forming a maze-like space.

The windows of most of the buildings are closed tightly, and no one can be seen walking around. In the dark night, the dim electric lights and warning lights for lighting flicker on and off.

The irregular flickering seems to give people an illusion. As long as you look at it for a long time, the five senses will gradually become abnormal.The damp musty smell is mixed in the air after the rain, and there is a faint smell of incense candles from somewhere.

In a corridor somewhere, soft footsteps sounded.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked over and found that it was Ibaraki Doji who did not hide his whereabouts at all.

In the intermittent lighting, his angular face and long silver hair dragged him, and he walked like a king inspecting the palace that would become his own tomb.

Shadows flickered across the floor as the lantern flame flickered at his feet, and a small lizard crawled on the wall beside him.

From a distance, Ibaraki Doji glanced at Fujiwara Hoshizora.

The two eyes collided in the air, and there was a faint ripple in the air.

Afterwards, Ibaraki Doji entered a door and disappeared from sight.

Fujiwara Xingkong squinted his eyes, and the ominous atmosphere in the door penetrated into his heart without any disturbance.

It also made him more sure of one thing - there is definitely something wrong with this old monster!

Jumping from the treetops, the lukewarm summer night air covers the skin.

Fujiwara Hoshizo put his hand into his pocket, took out his phone, found Yukino Risa's number while walking, and dialed it.

The phone was answered on the third ring.

"Xingjiang, what's the matter?"

The tone is the same as usual, but there is a little doubt in the tone. .

"Things seem to be changing a bit, I suggest not to delay any longer"

"Okay, I'll arrange it now."

"Okay, then I'm free to act."

"be careful."

Put away the phone, Xingkong Fujiwara looked at the shadow holding his head, "You should go back too."

Shadow shook his head silently.

"Be obedient. It took a lot of effort to find your way back. It would be bad if there were any bumps in the fight."

His expression was calmer than ever before.

Shadow was silent for a while, and finally had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After the shadow left, a cold light flashed in Fujiwara Hoshiku's eyes, he pulled out Onikiri, and took a step forward.

At this moment, the field of vision suddenly shook.

An invisible force suddenly turned into a huge wave, swallowing, impacting and crushing his body.

what happened?

At the next moment when Fujiwara Xingkong was briefly suppressed, there was an explosion-like shattering sound, the ground suddenly broke open from below, and dust flew everywhere.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked wary, held a knife and looked up, and saw a large cloud of wriggling gas.

The gas is off-white on the surface, but it has an ink-like black color churning inside, occasionally mixed with dark red gas that looks like blood vessels and flows in a straight line, covering the entire gas mass.

Gray, black, and red are mixed together, like the smoke from a volcanic eruption, and like the deep-sea creatures that have never been discovered by humans living under the Mariana Trench.

The weirdest thing is its texture. It is obviously floating in mid-air like gas, but it makes people feel the heavy oppression like mud.

Fujiwara Xingkong held a knife and approached the enemy who suddenly appeared step by step.

Jue, a kind of monster that has no entity and relies on mental attacks to confuse people's hearts.

If it was a month ago, Fujiwara Xingkong probably couldn't do anything about it, but now, hehe~~
As he approached, the center of the gas began to expand, split in two, and a huge eyeball protruded from the black mist.That ugly big eyeball rolled around, and the focus of his eyes was finally fixed on Fujiwara Xingkong.

Fujiwara Xingkong's eyes flashed a sharp light, he jumped forward, swung Onikiri neatly, and slashed into Juju's body with a single knife.

The feeling of being attacked, the body appeared to be split, the outline was distorted, flickering and shattered in the air, but the split lasted only for a short moment, and then recovered, and the body showed no sign of weakening.

Are physical attacks ineffective? Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the gas that was churning more and more violently, and there was an extra paper talisman in his hand.

After being attacked, Jue also began to fight back.

The gas turned into a liquid, and began to drip from the body bit by bit, dripping down like rain.The falling liquid drew irregular lines in the air, covering the Fujiwara starry sky.

Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly realized that the connection between his body and the real world was cut off, and it seemed that a strict barrier had been set up around him, and he couldn't even sense his own spiritual power.

It feels like entering a void of space.

"If it was me in the past, maybe I really can't do anything about you." Fujiwara Xingkong grinned, and a cold light shone in his clear eyes.

He took out a spiritual talisman, gathered a faint blue light on his fingertips, and drew a formation in the air.

"Heaven and earth, mountains and swamps, thunder and wind, water and fire, Qingming bellflower seal, open!" 』

The spiritual power reached its peak, and then all of it was poured into the formation.

A frightened human face suddenly appeared in the rolling gas.Until his death, Jue never understood why, according to the intelligence, this young man could still cast spells with all his strength while he was enveloped in his own spirit, even though he was unable to withstand mental attacks.

"Buzz!"

A beep sounded, and the blue pentagram-shaped Qingming Platycodon radiata was shining brightly, and all the violent spiritual power bombarded Jue's body.In an instant, a burnt smell wafted out, and after the formation was burned out, the monster's life also dissipated.

Easily clearing away a monster blocking his way, Fujiwara Hoshizora continued to move forward and came to the area where Ibaraki Doji was.

A monster with a ghost mask on his face and a samurai costume guarded the door.

Fujiwara Hoshikora holds the Onikiri in his hand and slightly leans his body's center of gravity forward.

Killing ghost, legend has it that the ghost who once killed tens of thousands of monsters is called the killing ghost, also known as the "ghost of death" among monsters.

"You should know why I'm here." Fujiwara Hoshizora asked.

"I can roughly guess it." The Killing Ghost replied, and then it showed a arrogant smile: "But I'm not interested, I only like killing people!"

To those on his side, that insolent grin is sure, but to his enemies, it's a ghastly smile they won't forget.

Fujiwara Xingkong shrugged: "I'm in a hurry, hurry up."

As soon as he finished speaking, huge fluctuations of spiritual power burst out from his body, the ghostly figure flashed past, and the silver light emitted by the blade revealed a murderous aura, splitting the pitch-black night.

The killing ghost was startled, and hastily crossed his hands in front of his chest, barely resisting the blow.However, Fujiwara Xingkong's powerful spiritual power roared, not only breaking through its defenses, but even devouring it completely.

As if releasing a compressed typhoon in an instant, the vortex of high-density spiritual power wreaked havoc everywhere.The Slayer Ghost let out a scream, but that scream was instantly swallowed up without a trace.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang on the spot, and the body of the killer hit a house on the side. The violent impact instantly destroyed the room, the roof collapsed, the floor cracked, and the walls shattered and collapsed. The wall was blown away directly.

The Slayer Ghost rolled a few times in the ruins, struggling to stand up.

In the next moment, Fujiwara Xingkong stepped forward without hesitation, and caught up with him head-on.

In the swirling dust, Fujiwara Xingkong's firm eyes became sharper.

"You can't kill me!"

Slaughtering Ghost grinned ferociously, raised his arm, and directly collided with Onikiri.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

The white blade splits the air, and the blade hits the bright moon.

After the Slaughtering Ghost was caught off guard just now, his attack became extremely crazy.It moved fast, attacking Fujiwara Xingkong's face, throat, heart and other vital parts at a speed sufficient to produce afterimages.

Relying on the pre-judgment of skill perception, Fujiwara Xingkong can see through every attack it makes, and while dodging it calmly, he will also look back and slash it appropriately.

But every time, the killing ghost will increase his own demon power, and wave his fist to block Fujiwara Xingkong's blade.

This guy……

The strength is quite strong, and there is a madness that is not afraid of death.

Fujiwara Xingkong's attacks hit the sky again and again, the human body is much worse than the monster's, even with Onikiri's blessing, it is still not enough to deal with the monster.

No matter how weird Fujiwara Xingkong's knife is, the killer can directly resist it with his body.

The spiritual power and the demon power compete with each other. The moonlight dyes the blade of the demon sword, drawing a beautiful arc, and bright sparks shine at the moment of collision.

Fujiwara Xingkong never slowed down his offensive, but he couldn't help clicking his tongue in his heart - he didn't expect this monster to be so difficult to deal with.

The moment he thought this way, he dodged the killing ghost with a knife, and flew forward to perform a sharp roundabout kick.

Fujiwara Hoshikora then raised Onikiri high and cast a small barrier to defend against its attack.

"boom!"

The impact force from the hand was extremely strong, and even though he was defending, Fujiwara Hoshikong's legs still slid backwards uncontrollably, and his body retreated frequently.

This monster is not only strong in monster power, but also particularly strong in endurance.From the beginning of the battle until now, it has not shown any fatigue at all, it seems as if it has obtained infinite power from somewhere.

In the process of the body retreating, the room where Ibaraki was located suddenly emitted a bright yellow light. This light broke through the roof, scattered over the Yishui Garden, and turned into a huge enchantment, enclosing the entire Yishui Garden. .

Suddenly, Fujiwara Xingkong's heart sank, and he felt that he could not delay any longer.

system!

He muttered silently, and then the system panel appeared in front of him.

【Name: Fujiwara Xingkong】

【Remaining points: 904】

[Spiritual power (average): 80]

[Spiritual Power (Peak): 12000 (Onikiri bonus 4000)]

[Charm value 1: 10/10 (for people, the value fluctuates and cannot be increased by itself)]

[Charm value 2: N+1/10 (not against people, the value is fixed, and cannot be increased by yourself)]

[Active skill: Perception]

[Passive Skill: Spiritual Attack Immunity]

904 points. Bachi-sama and Guhuo Bird each rewarded 400 points. The daily check-in from June 6 to the present is 22 points. The daily exorcism 54 points for killing a monster just now, plus the remaining 5 points before , the amount matches.

The retreating body gradually stopped, Fujiwara Xingkong did not rush forward for the time being, but clicked into the exchange page.

The killing ghost didn't rush forward either.

This human child is indeed very strong. His actions are sensitive and calm, and he can respond instantly to his own attacks. It is impossible to defeat him.

Such a result made the killer, who had always been murderous, feel a little troublesome and helpless.

Forget it anyway, my task is just to hold him back, and I didn't say that I must kill him, right?

Fujiwara Xingkong silently calculated the data in his heart.

The peak demonic power of the Killing Ghost is about 20000 points. If you want to hurt it, your peak spiritual power must be at least 1.If it can get close to 5, there will be a chance of killing it with one hit.

His own strength has increased to 8000, and Onikiri provides a 1.5 times bonus. If all 900 points are replaced with talisman skills, there will be a 1.9 times bonus.

8000*1.5*1.9=22800.

This value, supplemented by the blessing of skill perception, can fight even against Ibaraki Doji.

"So be it."

Fujiwara Hoshizora laughed out loud and spent 900 points to upgrade his Talisman skills to LV9.

Attracted by his smile, the killing ghost was puzzled for a moment, and said in a muffled voice: "What are you planning? I believe you don't need me to tell you that you know that your own spiritual power is too low to kill me."

"Always try."

Fujiwara Xingkong held the knife and lowered his body's center of gravity.

"you!"

Feeling a palpitation inexplicably, the killing ghost took a step back involuntarily.

"I'm going!"

Fujiwara Xingkong kicked his toes, and his body shot out like an arrow from the string, the demon sword Onikiri shone with a cold light, showing its murderous aura.

The current situation didn't allow the killer to think too much, the aura fluctuations on the field suddenly became stronger, and the house, which was already in a mess, was crumbling under the fluctuations.

An extremely uncomfortable and dangerous breath poured in.

Then, an unpretentious cold light flashed across his cheeks.

The big word "Danger" came to mind, and the Slayer Ghost didn't dare to bear it, so he could only dodge sideways.

But for some reason, just as it turned around, the blade that stabbed in front of it, as if predicting its movement, suddenly changed from a thrusting movement to a straddling movement.

"Bah!"

The sound of a knife piercing flesh.

The Slayer Ghost fell to the ground with a "bang", clutching the gap in his chest, he took a few breaths.The moment Onikiri slid across its body, it was cut in half from the chest.

It twisted its head with difficulty, and looked at the Fujiwara starry sky with rapidly blurred vision.

The latter was putting the knife back into the sheath without even looking at it, as if killing it was just a trivial matter.

The killing ghost didn't know anything about swordsmanship, but it could feel the strangeness of the knife just now. When the knife abruptly changed its direction, its whole body trembled involuntarily.

Indescribably strong!

At the last moment of his life, the killer asked the last words of his life: "What is the name of this knife?"

name?

Fujiwara Xingkong, who was just about to enter the room, froze for a moment, thought for a while, then turned around and said, "This knife is called Ping A."

After speaking, he opened the door without looking back and entered the room.

The scene that the killer saw at the last moment of his life was only an unfathomable back.

(End of this chapter)