Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

He bit his lip until it bled, leaving streaks of blood.

However, that somewhat arrogant smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"It was you who called first."

He seemed relieved.

A sudden gust of wind arose, dispersing the black mist and allowing more of the Buddha's light to fall upon Uesugi Kiyoshi's face.

He planted Onikiri in the ground beside him and flicked his hand lightly.

It moved in response to the call, making a continuous creaking sound.

The heavy, ancient doors of the Mirage Tower were wide open.

"So-called gods are not all alone."

"Friend, I have a few too."

Uesugi Kiyoshi chuckled softly, footsteps echoing behind him.

The red-haired demon king stood at the forefront, seemingly having endured for a long time. He stretched his arms impatiently, his upper body bare, with a huge demon gourd flying behind him.

As he stepped out of the building, his eyes immediately turned sinister upon seeing the incarnation of Orochi.

"I knew that besides me, you were the only one who could manipulate the divine power and body of the Ibuki Mountain Goddess."

"Baqi. Great Myojin!"

Shuten-dōji's deep voice rang out, and the smile on his face turned sinister.

"It's truly worthwhile to meet you here."

"Regarding your hiding of my divine body somewhere and your casual lending of power to others, wouldn't killing you naturally bring the truth to light?"

It seemed that Shuten-dōji and Orochi had met before, and a tense atmosphere permeated between them.

The Yamata no Orochi was also taken aback for a moment, then snorted coldly. Although his expression was dismissive, his eyes became serious.

How could you end up hanging out with him?

"Didn't you see what happened to me back then?!"

"Aren't you afraid of dying if you repeat the same mistake?"

Shuten-dōji smiled sternly and shook his head slightly.

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid that the thousands of ghosts of Mount Ooe will be homeless and their souls will be scattered."

"No need to say more, our paths are different, this was decided a thousand years ago."

"Ghost King Flame, burn evil spirits!"

With a low whistle, a raging fire ignited in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes, sweeping away the black smoke.

Then, another low sigh escaped.

"You really know how to order people around. But there's nothing I can do about it. I agreed to work for you."

"Arakawa water purifies souls!"

The young swordsman in the dark blue robe stepped forward, his sword, the Sea Kingdom Sword, gleaming with golden light. At his command, Uesugi Kiyoshi's mind jolted, and he immediately regained his clarity.

The combined power of a demon king and two gods was enough to stop the serpent demon's invasion.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exhaled a breath of stale air, gave a cold laugh, and was about to say something.

Then a cold voice came from behind.

"Green lanterns, crossing to the afterlife!"

Suddenly, in the Mirage Tower, a bright blue lotus light shone on the shoulder of Uesugi Kiyoshi's self-portrait in the Hundred Demons Scroll.

Countless will-o'-the-wisps surged forth.

In the rain conjured by flames, she moved with light, graceful steps, her figure appearing and disappearing in a flowing blue and white kimono. With another step, she was already standing shoulder to shoulder with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

And with her soft murmur.

Each blue flame precisely targeted a controlled soul.

Silently and without a trace, it burned to ashes.

Without even a struggle, the souls controlled by Orochi were burned to nothingness by the blue lamp flame.

The great yokai Aoandon, who guards the gap between the human world and the underworld and aims to find the stories behind them, can easily deal with the souls that linger in the human world.

One thing can subdue another; a thousand armies can be defeated with a flick of the sleeve.

"Fuyao, what brings you here?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was both pleasantly surprised and worried.

He was certain that he had only summoned Shuten-dōji and Arakawa to help keep things under control, but had not notified Li Fuyao.

The girl smiled gently, and naturally took Uesugi Kiyoshi's hand, patting the back of his hand.

"We'll talk about that later."

"The turmoil has passed, and the road ahead is smooth."

"Go, clear away."

"Kill him."

Chapter 363 Revisiting My Reflection

Uesugi Kiyoya clearly understood that now was not the time for idle chatter.

But should I kill him?

It's easier said than done.

This serpent god has just proven with his actions that he seems to be truly immune to the Narukami sword aura. In that case, the characteristic of the oni god's faith being able to be reborn as long as it is immortal cannot be broken. Even if Uesugi Kiyoshi cuts him into hundreds of pieces again, it will be of no use.

The arrow was already on the bowstring; it had to be released.

Uesugi Kiyoshi hesitated for once, but his steps did not stop. He took a few steps forward, holding the Onikiri upside down, his figure as swift as a shooting star.

With crimson flames in its eyes, water flowing around its body, and ghostly fire swirling around its sword, it possesses the combined abilities of three great demons.

However, they arrived halfway there.

The scene before me suddenly blurred.

Uesugi Kiyoshi assumed that Orochi had used some tricky mind control ability again and was about to prepare for battle when suddenly everything went black, and the environment changed rapidly in the blink of an eye.

He was shocked, but his expression remained unchanged. He stopped in his tracks, and after a few seconds, his puzzled look turned thoughtful.

There is a mirror in front of me.

He had seen this scene before.

Not long ago, when his sword heart awakened, there was also a mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, there is another version of myself.

Sure enough, Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced over and saw a slightly mischievous smile on his face in the mirror.

"meet again."

"Looks like you've run into some trouble?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't answer, but just clicked his tongue, frowned, and looked rather unpleasant.

“I remember that just a few days ago, you told me your last words and said goodbye forever.”

The person in the mirror is not Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He was the lord of all demons a thousand years ago, and the strongest swordsman of the Genji clan, Minamoto no Kiyomasa.

Yuan Qingya shrugged, seemingly unconcerned by the questioning tone.

"Don't do that, I didn't lie to you."

"The memory fragments and soul fragments that were placed deep within your heart and would only be activated when your sword heart awakens have indeed exhausted their energy."

But what about...?

"Use your brain to think about it. If you were me, would you leave behind such a simple guide?"

"Don't forget, your memory hasn't fully returned yet."

"You have a long road ahead of you, don't worry, I'm very responsible."

"Whenever you encounter a key moment, a key person, or any event closely related to your past memories, you will find the [information] I left for you when necessary."

"Otherwise, you'll be completely confused and won't understand the current situation."

"For example, right now, you can't do anything about Orochi?"

"Ah"

"How embarrassing! If it were back then, even if all eight of Orochi's clones merged into one, they would have fled in terror upon encountering me."

"Come on, let me help you."

"Let me help you remember exactly how the Narukami Sword Aura is used!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes narrowed, and he raised his head slightly, repeating, "How is Narukami Sword Qi used?"

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Qingya smiled slightly and shook her head, saying, "No need to rush, speak slowly. This is the deepest part of Orochi's consciousness, the private space of his dream, similar in nature to the space where you awakened your sword heart. It's very safe to speak here."

“No matter how much time passes here, it’s just a moment in the outside world. I can easily do that in my dreams, so don’t worry, we have plenty of time to talk.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi wouldn't be so foolish as to not even believe himself.

He sighed and nodded.

"Okay, I also have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

“The crawler outside told me a lot of things that I care about very much.”

He said that I was just like him, nothing more than someone else's lackey.