I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 353
Late at night, Japan, in an alley on the streets of Tokyo.

The handsome young man is holding a drunken OL woman in a princess hug. The starry sky above his head is cut into long and narrow strips by the walls on both sides, and the neon lights outside the alley cannot shine in.

The woman put her arms around the boy's neck, and rubbed her wine-smelling red lips against his cheeks, rubbing her lipstick on it like blush.

The alley is deep and quiet, the woman's erotic dreams and the youth's youthful footsteps are mixed with the sound of steady breathing.

"I'm sorry," the Qingjuan youth hugged the woman and turned around, showing an apologetic expression to the man behind him, "I won't accompany a man."

The man behind the boy stood there with his long windbreaker open, revealing a pure white shirt and black tie, and two katanas buckled on his belt.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head: "I didn't come to find you to accompany me."

He didn't even know how he said those words, the son of the dignified Snake Family mainly needs a cowherd to accompany him, he might as well just kill himself like this, so as not to embarrass the ancestors of the Yuan family.

The boy raised his head and looked at the high-rise buildings in the distance. The stars in the night sky were reflected in his clear and clean eyes. If this was an idol drama, his movements at this moment would undoubtedly be standard looking up at a 45-degree angle. The starlight in his eyes is even more youthful and melancholy The killer weapon for beautiful boys to capture women's hearts.

However, 700 meters away, Sakura, who set up a sniper rifle on the roof of the building, did not feel the slightest heartbeat when she saw the boy's eyes, only a colder chill than night quietly climbed up from the bottom of her heart.

【He found me all of a sudden from such a distance? 】

With the field of vision brought by the scope, Sakura subconsciously glanced at Yuan Zhisheng-this is her subconscious habit when she encounters a sudden situation and panics.

Glancing at Sakura from a distance, the boy looked at Yuan Zhisheng again, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I won't accompany women who already have lovers."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

"Also," the boy said timidly, like a nervous junior who wanted to point out the mistakes of his seniors, "your mentality of wanting your lover to get in touch with the cowherd...is wrong."

Yuan Zhisheng: "...she is not my lover."

After holding back for a long time, he only said this sentence.

"No," the young man shook his head and said seriously, "She glanced at you just now, and the look in her eyes clearly shows the trust that only a lover can have."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

He didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he simply cut to the point.

"Where are you taking her?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the female OL in the boy's arms. At this moment, she was still asking for money from the boy, obviously not just in a state of drunkenness.

"Of course I went to the hotel." The boy smiled shyly.

"Go to the hotel and kill her?" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes and tone were cold.

"No, I ate her." The boy licked his lips.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped talking, just put his hand on the handle of the Taidao at his waist, pulled out the two blades like autumn water from the scabbard, and pointed the tip of the knife obliquely at the ground.

"Please wait a moment." The boy gently put down the woman in his arms and let her lean against the wall.

"Food should not be wasted." He took the initiative to explain to Yuan Zhisheng, and even took a few steps forward, deliberately avoiding the woman, so as not to accidentally injure her in the fight later.

"Your flower name is 'Shuten-douji'?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

The executive bureau found out that this boy is a street cowboy, who has recently become famous on the streets of Tokyo, and some people even use him to compare him to the legendary Kazama Ruri in the cowboy class.

hell?Is there any legend about Cowherd?

When Yuan Zhisheng heard this statement for the first time, he complained so much in his heart.

"It's not just a nickname." Shutendouji smiled shyly, his smile always reminded people of the youthful era unconsciously.

"Coincidentally," Yuan Zhisheng raised a Taidao, "Its name just happens to be 'Douji Qie An Gang'."

"What about the other one...ah, it's the spider cut knee pill!" Shuten-douji whispered cheerfully, proud that he had guessed its name right away.

Another tachi is engraved on the side of the stem with "The Night of the Devil in the Spider Mountain", which is how Shuten-douji guessed its name.

Yuan Zhisheng raised both knives.

"Are you here to kill me?" Shuten-douji asked.

"Yes." Yuan Zhisheng disdained to lie.

"But I don't want to kill you," Shuten-douji shook his head, pointing to Sakura in the distance, "She likes you very much, if you die, there will be a girl who loves you very much, right?"

He stared at Yuan Zhisheng, and said seriously: "So you have to try your best not to be killed by me."

"What about you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked back.

"You don't have to worry about me," Shuten Doji said, "No one loves me."

He was still laughing, very happy, ever since he guessed Spider-Che's name with his cleverness, he has been very happy.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, and rushed forward, the long windbreaker curled up and whistled, the sword tore through the air, and the light was as cold as the moon.

A pair of white and slender hands held the Taidao, and blood spattered.

But that's it.

Yuan Zhisheng widened his eyes.

Jiu Tun-douji held his two knives with two hands respectively, slashing the blades in his palms, cutting through the flesh and chopping on the bones all the way, making a "dang--" sound.

The blood climbed down the blade, dripping all the way up.

Doji Kiri and Spider Kiri are both the sabers of Minamoto’s predecessor Minamoto Yorimitsu. They are the pinnacle of Japanese alchemy. Not to mention just bones, theoretically even steel forged with modern technology can match Minamoto’s strength. Enough to cut off!

Yuan Zhisheng exerted all his strength, and pulled the knife out of Shuten-douji's palm, the tip of the knife crossed a smooth semi-circular arc, and slashed again!

The flesh-and-blood palm blocked the blade again. Although there was another wound, it still couldn't really hurt the bone.

Yuan Zhisheng swung the knife again, and the palms of his hands blocked it again. Repeatedly, the blood splashed in the confrontation again and again, and was torn to pieces in the air by the diffuse knife energy.

Yuan Zhisheng had already entered the keel state without knowing it, and almost all his power exploded. The Taidao swung, and the high-speed air turbulence distorted the shape of the sword, making it look like a connected cold light to the naked eye.

But amidst the blood splattering, the clear and juvenile youth remained motionless, not even showing the slightest expression of pain on his face, but kept blocking Yuan Zhisheng's knife with his bloody palm.

Until a certain moment, almost all the flesh and blood on his palms were shaved off, revealing white jade-like bones, so he turned his defense into an offense, using the white finger bones as miniature daggers, ten finger bones were ten daggers, and the daggers tore apart the light The woven net cut through Yuan Zhisheng's clothes.

One person and one monster attacked at a speed far exceeding the reaction limit of ordinary people. Sakura in the distance couldn't even shoot, because she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't accidentally injure Yuan Zhisheng who was fighting.

It was the first time she saw someone able to fight Yuan Zhisheng so far, and even vaguely gained the upper hand.

Yuan Zhisheng separated the bone claw with a knife, and the tip of the claw was only a millimeter away from grazing his throat.

This ghost's physical fitness is no less than his!
Once again narrowly forcing back the boy's attack, Yuan Zhisheng let out a deep chant from his throat.

The air condensed in an instant, and the dust floating in the air fell to the ground. The boy's movements suddenly stopped, his body lowered,

Word Spirit · Kingship!
The high-level speech spirit of Sequence No. 91 can amplify the gravity in the field dozens of times. Under supergravity, almost no living things can move normally. Most of the enemies will be suppressed by the huge gravity and have to kneel on the ground. It seems to be bowing to the releaser of the word spirit, hence the name "King Quan".

Shuten-douji's physical fitness is terribly strong, so even though he half-bowed in this field and the blood vessels on his body protruded, he didn't completely kneel down.

Of course, he doesn't have much fighting power now, Yuan Zhisheng didn't say a word, and swung the knife again - this speech spirit consumes a lot, and it will soon overdraw the releaser's physical strength, and collapse to the point of being unable to move, if he can't Get rid of this ghost within the duration of the speech spirit, and I am afraid that he will die.

However, at the next moment, strange blood-colored lines spread from the brows of Shuten Doji, covering his whole body in an instant, and the white jade-like palm bones turned into blood jade, which popped out like lightning, and grabbed the Dojiri who was slashing over. The bone claw flicked casually, and the spider flew out, turning into a white horse and flying out.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened as he watched the boy straighten up again in an environment of more than fifty times the gravity, with a calm demeanor.

Bloody lines covered his whole body, exuding a bloody light, and even those originally clear eyes glowed with a coquettish bloody light.

Grabbing the blood jade bone claws of Tong Ziqi and slowly exerting force, this famous knife representing the pinnacle of Japanese alchemy forging let out an overwhelmed scream.

However, Shuten-douji's goal was not to break the sword from beginning to end. While the blade screamed, his other bone claw reached Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

Yuan Zhisheng still had a hand, but he had no time to stop it, the bone claw came so fast that he could only watch helplessly as his heart was pulled out.

"Chong-"

The moment the bone claws touched Yuan Zhisheng's chest, there were sword cries from all directions.

Amidst Qingyue's metal trembling, two blood-jade palm bones fell to the ground.

Shuten-douji backed away at a speed that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't see clearly, and for a moment, Yuan Zhisheng saw panic in those bewitching blood pupils.

The sky was bright in front of him, and the dazzling white light made Yuan Zhisheng close his eyes subconsciously, and then there was a loud sound of rushing thunder in his ears.

The thunder dissipated, Yuan Zhisheng slowly opened his eyes, the alley in front of him stretched forward to the end, and it turned into a scorched black, only the OL woman leaning on the side of the road remained unchanged.

Yuan Zhi was so stupid that he even forgot to remove the kingship.

In the scorched earth stood an old man, with his back facing Yuan Zhisheng, wearing an old Baina Taoist robe, tall and tall, with a straight back and long snow-white beard hanging down.

A sword was stuck at the old Taoist's feet, a sword that could hardly be called a sword. Two rectangular pieces of wood sandwiched a rough iron bar with no edge. The two pieces of wood were asymmetrical, and the edges were also irregular. Only a piece of hemp rope was used to bind the wood chips and strips, not even a single nail.

A ray of lightning dissipated from the old Taoist's fingertips, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the point that was stuck in the ground.

"He ran away countless Heavenly Venerates," the old Taoist muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, we shouldn't use Fractal Scattering Shadows."

"you……"

Yuan Zhisheng managed to come back to his senses, released the spirit of speech, and spoke to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist turned to look at him, held his sword in his arms, and walked towards the other side of the alley with his back turned to him.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the side effects of exhaustion brought about by the huge consumption of kingship swept up, he couldn't stand on his feet, and fell down staggeringly, he could barely support his figure with Tongziche in his hand.

When he raised his head again, only the scorched alley and the unconscious female OL were left in front of Yuan Zhisheng's eyes.

(End of this chapter)