Inazuma swordsmith named Senko Muramasa

But she only seemed to believe that the other party could sense their actions without vision.

"I'm afraid there are many similar hounds lurking on this island. Be careful, their claws..."

"Be quiet. If you want to talk, tell me the location of those dogs."

His gaze did not linger on the two extra beast hounds, and his tense spirit did not respond to the Son of God's vacancy.

Something is coming!

The thick fog rolled violently, spewing out the part that did not belong to the island itself, and the invisible sense of oppression suddenly gathered into a entity.

A pointed head pierced through the mist, followed by a body that should be called a shell—

If this fragmented thing can be called a body.

The erratic Duan Duan's body appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the weight of the visible body was sometimes more and sometimes less. Just looking at it made people feel dizzy.

what is that?

Far away at Narujin Taisha, the child of the goddess was horrified. Even looking back at the dark catastrophe five hundred years ago, she had never seen such a strange existence. She subconsciously turned to look at Kitsusai-gū, whose face was also filled with solemnity and confusion.

"Let's provide him with support first."

Kitsusai's voice was filled with unquestionable determination. Although he did not understand Muramasa's current situation, his core goal was very clear.

Shen Zi nodded in acceptance, suppressed the fear in her heart, and, following Muramasa's instructions, focused all her senses on the two Beast Realm hounds that she was quite familiar with.

However, she still couldn't help but try to catch the track of the nameless monster——

In the Son of God's vision, the creature was clearly flying backwards, but the direction it was heading seemed to be exactly where Muramasa was, and it appeared in front of Muramasa without any warning!

this? !

The Son of God was horrified.

Even the Beast Hound, which can dissolve the edge of the world, still needs movement, time, and strength to distort space.

But for this strange beast, this is just a matter of course!

Before she could even finish thinking, Muramasa on the battlefield had already reacted before she could issue a warning.

He quickly flashed to the left and rear, leaving behind a shadow, and narrowly avoided the strange creature's pursuit!

Shenzi's ears twitched sharply, catching the subtle energy fluctuations behind Muramasa:

"Behind me—"

The moment the reminder came out of his mouth, several sword blades instantly condensed behind Muramasa, accurately piercing through the beast realm hound that was about to launch a sneak attack from behind.

“Gah!”

The hound let out a short, sharp howl, and its body began to disintegrate piece by piece as if corroded by strong acid, turning into nothingness in an instant.

"hateful."

Muramasa's curses were not directed at the strange beasts, but at the thick fog that was swirling and gathering under his feet. He could still rely on his vision to deal with the monster in the open space, but once he was completely swallowed by the thick fog, Julingsi (Six) Qi (Eight) Ba would be in great danger.

Moreover, more hostility is gathering in the thick fog.

His thoughts raced, and without hesitation he pulled out a huge sword from the weapons behind him.

Then he stomped his feet on the ground, twisted his waist, poured tremendous power into the blade, and slashed out with a powerful spinning blow.

The circular sword energy erupted violently with him as the center, like an invisible huge wave slamming towards the surroundings. The spreading sword energy caused the surrounding sea of ​​fog to recede, and also exposed more hostility on the open space.

The scene revealed within the dispelled fog made the son of God far away in the shrine gasp!

The number of beast realm hounds she locked onto instantly was no less than two hands, and after being dispelled by the sword energy, there were as many as three "smoke screens" that came back to life.

Three "smoke screens" mean that there are at least three more of those erratic creatures.

This knife is useless, I need to get a new one...

He was thinking, but before he could let go of the blade in his hand, he suddenly felt smoke rising from his hand.

Muramasa then realized that the strange beast at the beginning had disappeared without a trace, and sharp claws had already stretched out from the blade of the weapon in his hand!

"This guy?!"

This guy got out of his own knife and then grabbed it suddenly.

Muramasa was horrified, and with the extraordinary reaction blessed by the Heart of God, he avoided the attack without warning, and the blade that was not taken away was instantly turned into fragments under the claw.

Before the fragments fell to the ground, the monster had already stretched out its body along the broken handle of the knife, and the light blue "corpse" squirmed and rushed straight to the front gate of the village!

"Drink——!"

Muramasa instantly pulled out another relatively light sword with his left hand, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he slashed towards the strange creature.

The blade sank into the monster's body, splitting it in two...

No, it feels wrong!

There is no real feeling of hitting the target!

The intermittent and unclear body's erratic gaps only changed slightly, causing Muramasa's slash to miss, and the blade only cut through the broken space.

However, the blow has already been used - the old force has just gone, and the new force has not yet been generated.

Muramasa wanted to stop and retreat, but it was too late!

The sharp claw that stretched out from the body of the "corpse" cut off Muramasa's left wrist holding the handle of the knife, along with the small half of the handle, in an instant, as cleanly and neatly as cutting tofu.

Severe pain and the chilling sensation of a missing limb struck him simultaneously. Muramasa flung himself backwards, but he didn't have time to use elemental power to repair his broken wrist.

"Son of God!"

He didn't know to what extent the other party could provide support, but at this moment he could only let the other party think of a solution.

"I'm already treating you..."

The power of the Son of God continuously flowed to Muramasa's broken wrist through the connection. The ether at the broken end was rapidly reconstructed, and a new palm was being reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the crisis has not been resolved yet, and it is not just the strange creature that is hostile to him.

Those beast realm hounds, who were eyeing the opportunity eagerly, smelled a perfect opportunity at this moment.

Their beastly eyes flickered, as if they realized that getting close was too risky. They retreated tacitly and began to frantically condense highly compressed elemental power.

The terrifying energy fluctuations instantly lit up more than a dozen dazzling spots of light!

"They are all really lacking in public morality..."

Muramasa spat, his eyes swept over the dozen or so energy sources that were about to erupt, and then he stared at the three distorted "smoke screens" that were vaguely visible in front of him.

He had to get those Beast Realm hounds out of the way first. Although they posed no threat themselves, distracting him from dealing with them would leave him too busy to deal with his "main forces."

"Fox, I hope the 'travel money' you gave me is enough for my expenses?"

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen energy clusters in the distance had accumulated and exploded around him with a dull bang. The heavy energy turned into beams of light and shot towards him from all directions!

The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 112: The Hollow Dog

The cool moonlight filtered through the open paper door of the dojo, casting a faint glow on the wooden floor.

Muramasa stood at the edge of the dojo in Kamiyashiki with his arms folded. His eyes, which were used to staring at the furnace fire and the iron embryo, were now closely following the light figure in the center of the dojo.

Kamisato Ayaka stood tall, her hand tightly gripping the new sword forged for her by Muramasa. She said nothing, simply pressing down on the hilt at her waist with her palm.

"call……"

A crisp buzzing sound was heard, and three clearly discernible cold rays suddenly appeared out of thin air, cutting several cracks in the iron helmet dummy in the center.

The swirling air currents blew a few strands of silver hair at her temples and the curtains hanging behind her.

"Oh, not bad."

The observation in his eyes had long been replaced by amazement. It wasn't that he was surprised by the technology itself, but rather that he admired her for having such a high level of proficiency at such a young age.

"A single blade trajectory has three layers of blade light, and the range is much longer than the blade itself. It's truly unique."

Kamisato Ayaka turned around, the moonlight outlining the delicate lines of her face. After hearing the praise, a shy blush and a smile drifted across her face, and then she looked at Muramasa:

"Yes. The essence of Kamisato-ryu tachijutsu lies in 'lightness' and 'speed'. This triple blade light is the threshold to the realm of 'Menkyō Kaiden'. Of course, there are also schools like your brother's that sacrifice speed for the sake of lightness of force."

The girl lowered her eyelids slightly, then raised them again, with a rare seriousness in her clear eyes.

"Mr. Muramasa, if you are interested, I can also teach you this technique?"

……

The beast hounds in front of him were ready to attack, and the heretic monsters beside him were ready to make a move...

At the same time, there were a lot of strange creatures lurking in the thick fog in the distance.

My usual moves are basically all powerful and aggressive. If I were to deal with them in a saturation way, I might not be able to avoid alerting more evil spirits.

Although it was just a spur-of-the-moment thought, using "that" is the most appropriate...

"The core of Kamisato-ryu's swordsmanship lies in concentrating one's strength on a single point."

The beautiful and serious face of the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family and her seemingly gentle but actually extremely swift sword skills flashed through his mind.

"Compress the blade's sharpness into a single strike..."

Muramasa muttered to himself, facing the dozens of energy beams coming from all directions. He briefly clenched his empty right hand, and a brand new sword appeared out of thin air.

When the blade was half an inch out of its sheath, a sharp and clear light could not wait to overflow. This sword was the blade that Muramasa had forged for Ayaka in that memory:

"Sure enough, we still have to use this child."

Before he finished speaking, he had already poured tremendous magical power into the blade in his hand!

Om-!

The sword let out a mournful cry as it could not bear the heavy weight. Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the jade steel blade that had been refined a hundred times. Dazzling electric light and cold air burst out from it and moved along the cracks.

When more than a dozen elemental beams were about to hit his body, he did not make any drastic dodge or block. Instead, his body sank slightly, showing a posture that was completely different from his usual aggressive posture.

"This is……"

Shen Zi was slightly stunned. This posture was not unfamiliar to her. She could even say that she had watched this school develop for hundreds of years.

"Kamizato family swordsmanship?"

"Kamizato-ryu: Trial Slash—"

A glimmer of light flashed by.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no overwhelming sword pressure.

Only a slash as gentle as flowing moonlight swept out from Muramasa's hand.

The cool arc-shaped sword energy suddenly split, refracted, and multiplied in the air, turning into more than a dozen air currents with different trajectories, drawing elegant arcs in the air, and facing the energy beams coming from all directions with incredible precision.

Tsk...tsk...

There was no violent explosion, only a gentle sound like melting ice and snow. The dozen or so beams of light, carrying the power to corrode the world, were actually split in two upon contact with the icy sword energy.

But the power of the sword does not stop there.

After canceling out the enemy's attack, the dozen or so streaks of light did not stop, but accelerated again, each piercing through the head of the beast hound.

"Woo..."

Unable to even utter a complete scream, the ferocious monsters froze, and wounds appeared on various parts of their bodies almost simultaneously.

Then, starting from the wound pierced by the sword energy, it began to disintegrate into tiny pieces of light, and finally returned to nothingness.

In an instant, there was no living enemy on the field except the still distorted "smoke screen" and the evil spirit that had just injured Muramasa.

Cleared, done.

click-

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the sword in Muramasa's left hand finally couldn't hold on and turned into metal dust flying all over the sky.

"Even though we've dealt with those...hounds? But, it turns out it's still useless against them."

The cold arc of light took away the lives of all the beast hounds, leaving only swirling mist and dissipated corrosive energy.

However, Muramasa's heart sank even deeper.

The dozen or so sword energies that should have penetrated the strange beast were like stones thrown into a deep pool when they touched the light blue "corpse" evil spirit, without even causing a ripple.

Just by looking with the naked eye, you can tell that their bodies are not complete, but this does not affect the stability and coordination of their movements at all.