Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"It's good that you have good intentions towards ordinary people; life should be respected."

"But against the enemy."

"Don't hold back your killing intent!"

"You can be kind, but don't be a saint!"

Gen Kiyoya took a few steps closer to Uesugi Kiyoshi, and the two were almost face to face through the mirror.

"They are just mortals, or just gods."

"They can all be killed, so there's no difference."

"If you understand, go and cut off the snake's head to prove you've returned!"

A brief memory flashed through my mind.

Two snake shadows came into view, along with a faint sense of dizziness.

Uesugi Kiyoshi cleared his mind and didn't think about anything.

Loss, wins, life, death.

disregard.

He only thought about one thing.

"Swing your sword."

He was about to unleash this sword and sever the head of his enemy!

His lips opened and closed unconsciously, and a somewhat icy voice escaped from Uesugi Kiyoshi's mouth.

"Traveling ten thousand miles is the foundation."

"Forged through a thousand hammerings, its body is formed."

"Invite like-minded people to be friends."

"To protect the common people is my duty."

"To forge metal and stone into swords."

"Concentrate your resolve as the spearhead!"

"This body will not return, this sword will not return!"

"To live in the face of death, only through battle!"

The sword flashed like lightning, slicing through the sky shrouded in black mist.

Its daybreak.

Chapter 368 The Sword That Pierces the Wall, the Serpent Demon Has Been Slain

The verses spoken by Uesugi Kiyoshi are a reflection of the life of the Lord of a Hundred Demons.

Traveling thousands of miles to hone one's skills is the source of martial arts prowess.

Making no attempt to conceal the existence of ghosts and spirits, with a hundred ghosts roaming behind him at night, protecting the common people under his command is the responsibility of a leader.

Holding a sharp blade, his resolve is unwavering; it is his sword of no return.

I dare not say that he has done great service to the world, but he has a clear conscience. He deserves the title.

As dormant memories were awakened, the sword energy within Uesugi Kiyoshi's body radiated an unprecedented, vigorous vitality.

They were more turbulent than the magma in a volcano, leaping and dancing on the blade of Onikiri.

Then, this sword strike was unleashed.

The splendidly dressed snake demon crumbled at the slightest touch, vanishing into nothingness and transforming into a small snake about the length of a hand, struggling on the ground.

As dawn broke, the light was not the light of Buddha.

It is, in fact, genuine "sunshine".

The sunlight from "reality" dispelled all the gloom in this dreamlike world.

This sword strike severed the barrier between dreams and reality.

This dreamscape, managed by Daitoku-ji Temple for over a thousand years, is a secret realm containing countless Buddhist treasures, with an indestructible pagoda built to suppress the serpent demon.

That single sword strike cleaved open a tiny, yet real, crack.

The six eminent monks' eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and their mouths were wide open enough to fit fists.

The boundary between dreams and reality, that invisible yet real barrier, is an insurmountable chasm.

It's normal for some ghosts and spirits to be able to escape or influence the present world through dreams.

It can be cleaved in two with a single sword strike.

Unheard of!

Seeing this, the most excited one was actually the little snake on the ground, barely alive.

It gazed at the rays of sunlight, its snake eyes filled with boundless ecstasy.

The next second, it transformed into purple lightning and recklessly shot towards the small gap that Uesugi Kiyoshi had cleaved open.

The six high monks' expressions changed drastically, but they had no time to react.

The snake's shadow was like lightning, but the sword's light was even faster.

Uesugi Kiyoshi appeared beside the small snake that Orochi had conjured at some point, his eyes filled with chilling intent. With a swift swing of his sword, Onikiri pinned the snake to the ground.

He met the snake-eyed gaze indifferently, grinned, and gave a chilling smile.

"This is the third and last time I'll say this."

"Your fate is sealed today that you have met me!"

The little snake hissed and twisted its body in resentment, but could only turn into black mist, gradually dissipating and flowing into Onikiri, then flowing back into Uesugi Kiyoshi's body along the sword.

Uesugi Kiyoshi can absorb mirage energy; more accurately, he can draw upon the extraordinary power of the world's native inhabitants.

The Outer God is no good, and he doesn't know why.

However, he was able to absorb the power of the Eight-Headed Serpent's Shadow.

Feeling the surge of power, he took one last look at the ethereal snake, his gaze lowered, and uttered only six words in a barely audible voice.

"You and I are different!"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, Li Fuyao, Arakawa, and Shuten saw a young man wield his sword and instantly kill the snake demon.

Witnessing the sword light that cleaved through dreams and reality, the three spoke almost in unison.

"He is back!"

After they finished speaking, the three of them looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.

A look of relief appeared on everyone's face.

At the same time, the black mist vanished, and the entire stupa became filled with light, though this was not caused by sunlight.

The fluorescent light emitted by the Buddhist artifacts illuminated the area.

Before the six high monks could react, they chanted Buddhist mantras, and the crack that Uesugi Kiyoshi had cut was quickly filled with Buddhist light, restored, and finally transformed back into a complete dream.

It took more than ten seconds for Uesugi Kiyoshi to completely absorb the power drawn from the dissipating mist of the little snake's incarnation.

These fluorescent white specks of light, seemingly purified, drifted down into the mirage and settled into the statue.

"Is this... the power of faith?"

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"Compared to the name of Orochi, this power is a bit lacking."

"Never mind, it's a freebie, so I won't complain. It's only one-eighth of Yamata no Orochi."

"This kind of gain is acceptable."

"Wait, if that's the case, shouldn't I go find the other snake demon clones and chop them up too?"

"Since it's a battle against the heavens, without sufficient strength, one wouldn't even dare to show their face."

Uesugi Kiyoshi's thoughts were churning, but that didn't stop him from sheathing his sword and striding toward the three "great monsters" who were watching him.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the mirage tower vanished into thin air.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt clear-headed and his mastery of mirage energy and sword energy was several times stronger than before.

At the same time, some of the long-sealed memories were reopened.

Memories of the past flooded his mind like a revolving lantern, making him suddenly feel dizzy. He exhaled and his steps became unsteady.

Li Fuyao swayed as she strode forward, and when Uesugi Kiyoshi was about to collapse, she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him into her embrace.

Upon seeing this, Narumi Shingo whistled, raised an eyebrow, and flicked his hand, turning into mist that vanished in an instant.

Shuten-dōji frowned, clicked his tongue, and took a detour to the place where the Yamata no Orochi had vanished into thin air. He bent down, reached out, and picked up a jet-black magatama. He glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi, knowing that now was not the time to speak, so he put it away for the time being and dissipated into ghostly energy.

Thus, in the now somewhat magnificent pagoda, only a man and a woman remained, embracing each other.

Although the young man was swaying precariously, a hint of fierce sword intent remained between his brows, while the girl in the light blue and white kimono half-embraced him, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and worry.

The confusion in his mind didn't last long. Perhaps because this wasn't the first time Uesugi Kiyoshi had experienced this kind of memory resurrection, he quickly suppressed his frustration and depression, skillfully avoiding thinking about the suddenly emerging memory fragments, intending to digest them slowly and go through them bit by bit.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Li Fuyao's beautiful face and her somewhat anxious eyes.

He instinctively smiled, and even his words softened a bit.

"I'm fine. I killed that snake."

"I've remembered some things again."

"Well, let's talk about it when we get back. By the way, how did you end up here?"

Li Fuyao frowned and complained irritably, "I suddenly sensed that your destiny star was a bit blurry, and I knew something had happened to you. The thing that could temporarily sever the connection between us must be an extremely powerful sealed space."

“In such spaces, there are often troublesome and difficult-to-deal-with entities sealed away. I was worried about you, so I sank into the dream world, entered the mirage building, and came here following your location.”

“You haven’t recovered to your peak strength yet. Although Orochi isn’t a particularly formidable enemy, it’s still best to avoid provoking it. This snake… its deeds and abilities exude a strange aura; even I can’t see through it.”