I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 157: Watching EDG games? No, I choose to see the bottle and Huahua linked…

As for Tamamo's old acquaintance with a certain monster, Kazuma's opponent was in pursuit of the God of Music. The two sides didn't fight directly, but for the time being, it was considered a level that could talk to Tamamo. At that time, Hema heard a nursery rhyme about a caged bird, so I'll just call her "a caged bird" for now. He Ma speculates that the lady with the caged bird should have messed with Fuji Technology, that is, standing on the opposite side of him. Kazuma doesn't think he is the messenger of justice, the incarnation of the way of heaven, etc. However, Fujun Technology is definitely on the opposite side of axiom and conscience. It is a pity that the incident of the God of Music failed to pull out their tails. After that, Fortune Technology, which suffered so much, seemed to completely hide itself. During college, Ma Zeng and Ma had contacted Huangju, who was in charge of the investigation, several times, but they had not received any news from Fortune Technology.

At that time, Ma and Ma thought about whether to sneak into the headquarters building for investigation, but then decided to give up. After all, he is not a hegemonic country, so he can't invade other people's territory just with the suspicion of a bag of washing powder, and then burn them. In any case, the residents of the mysterious side, including their own foxes, are basically quite restless masters in the world, and the monster hidden behind the Hyuga Company is probably the same.

"...All in all, they are all opponents that the sword can deal with, right?" Qingliu confirmed, it seems that this is the focus of her concern.

"That's true." Kazuma nodded.

"Understood. Since the sword can deal with it, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Qingliu said loudly, and patted Duanshi Qingyu on the waist, as if to sort out her mood.

"Even if the sword can deal with it, it's not something that ordinary villains can compare to, so don't be careless." Looking at the disciple who mustered up his fighting spirit, Hema frowned and warned.

Although on the world side dominated by scientific civilization, most of the monsters whose strength has been greatly weakened are not his opponents with Qingliu, but it is hard to say what the outcome of the war will be in Changsha. According to Yuzao, the monsters can display their pre-decayed strength in the Land of Ever Darkness, and that is still unknown and new to them.

In the myths and legends circulating in the Japanese archipelago, there are many stories of swordsmen slaying demons and slaying demons, and in turn, there are many stories of being caught and stewed by monsters. This time, he and Qingliu set foot on the land of ever-darkness occupied by monsters. To some extent, it is a reappearance of myths and legends. As for the result, no one knows what the outcome will be. Kazuma suddenly regretted not bringing Tamamo over, but then realized that such an idea was too cowardly. After all, the probability of facing the mysterious side in the future is only a lot more. If everything depends on Tamamo, what else should he do?

"He Ma, look! Is there a statue of Earth Store Bodhisattva?"

Just as she was struggling with the horse, Qingliu's unexpected voice came from the front.

He Ma looked up and saw a dilapidated Buddhist shrine on the bank next to the reeds. After walking over, I saw a heavily weathered Ksitigarbha statue enshrined in the shrine. Kazuma couldn't help but be surprised. In retrospect, he seemed to have a good relationship with Earth Store Bodhisattva. When he went to challenge the Tsuda group, he also encountered the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the way back and forth, and there have been several mysterious encounters with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva since then. According to the mysterious side, it should be said that he has received a lot of care, right?

"The **** is not empty, I swear not to become a Buddha..." Kazuma murmured to himself, looking at the Ksitigarbha statue.

"Ah, I know, this is the oath of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, right?" Beside Qingliu interjected. Historically, Buddhism was very prosperous in Japan, and today there are still strong Buddhist traditions in all parts of Japan. Therefore, the vows of Jizo Bodhisattva are also familiar to Qingliu.

"Very well, then do you know what this sentence means?" He Ma tested his disciples a little.

"Uh, in order to help the suffering people, even if you go to hell, you don't want to turn back, what do you mean?" Qingliu answered not confidently.

"Yes, no turning back." Kazuma took a deep breath and clenched his fists. I only felt a scorching flame in my chest, and a arrogance of "I won't go to jail, who will go to jail" rose up, and the previous Xu distractions suddenly disappeared. Kazuma saluted the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue with both hands clasped together, and Qingliu next to him hurriedly followed along. Kazuma, who caught this scene out of the corner of his eyes, couldn't help but smile, but the sound of the tin stick shaking came from his ears. Kazuma looked up at the Kizang Statue in astonishment, but found nothing special. Kazuma stared at the Ksitigarbha statue in confusion, wondering if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemed to be hesitant to speak, but unfortunately he couldn't figure out the mystery for a while.

"It seems that Jiazuo and those people should be in front, let's catch up to see."

After saying goodbye to the Jizo statue, He Ma greeted Qingliu to set foot on the trestle bridge among the reeds. Qingliu was amazed by the long trestle bridge built by someone unknown, while Hema focused on capturing the surrounding sounds. Walking out of the reeds along the trestle, Hema suddenly made a "huh" and looked back. Qingliu also drew a knife to be on guard for the first time, but there was no one behind him.

"Master?"

"...well, delusional?"

He and Ma scratched their heads in confusion. Just now, he did feel a subtle feeling behind him, but in a place like Chang An Land, it might be normal for others. He Ma was about to say something to adjust the atmosphere, when suddenly a shrill howl sounded in front of him. Accompanied by howling, a strong malice that made the scalp numb swept over. It felt like a sudden freezing rain poured down in the mid-winter twelfth lunar month, and goosebumps immediately exploded behind the horse.

"And the horse! Look over there!"

Even if Qingliu didn't need to remind him, Kazuma noticed the shadow that was running fast on the trestle.

The shadow appears to have a humanoid outline, but its running speed far exceeds that of a human body. In a breath, he jumped from a distance to a distance of more than ten meters, and then jumped over, actually crossing the lake between the two sections of the trestle, and crashed into the position between the two, smashing the trestle for a while.

"This is, a monster? No, a ghost?"

The fallen shadow has long and narrow limbs, and its body is covered with dark scales, and its eyes are blazing with a fierce light that devours people. Ordinary people would be stunned to faint just by seeing this, but after all, the two of them were heroes who were killed in the blood and rain, and although they were startled, they would not be shaken. Qingliu, who pulled out the rain, seemed to recognize the characteristics of the ghost clan from the single horn on the top of the shadow's head, but Kazuma's eyes fell on the wrist watch left by the ghost man's right hand.

"Are you, Jia Zuo Zhengzhang?"

"He is Kazuo Masaki? How could it be like this?"

Qingliu exclaimed, but even if she asked, Kazuma couldn't give a definite answer. At this time, the long-horned ghost who was suspected to be Jia Zuo Zhengzhang roared as if provoked by the name, and then turned around and rushed towards Kazuma.

"So fast!?" The ghost man's sprinting action was even faster than when Kazuma used the fangs, and Kazuma, who couldn't dodge in time, had to stand upright and blocked the ghost with a dull sound. Man waving paw. But he was pushed back a few steps by the heavy force, and finally grabbed the opponent's exhaustion and lifted his leg and slid it out.

"Go away!"

The leg strength with the actual combat entry bonus kicked the ghost man four or five meters away. While the opponent was still in the air, Kazuma reached out and pulled out the PPK from the inner pocket, aiming at the target and fired three bullets in one breath. Quickly drawing a gun is a stunt of [Sakamoto-style], and Kazuma, who has been thoroughly trained by the Nanjo Family Security Company, is unlikely to miss the target at this distance. However, the three bullets that were aimed at the ghost man's head and chest were bounced off by the scale armor with a clanging sound when they hit the target, and the ghost man who landed appeared unharmed.

"Why can't you even shoot through bullets?"

He Ma was startled. Didn't it say that scientific civilization crushed the mystery department? Is this the rhythm of turning the tables against the sky?

While Kazuma was stunned, Qingliu over there unceremoniously waved off the rain. Qingliu cut in from the blind spot of the ghost man's line of sight, stepped out and pulled the opponent into the attack range, and swung a fierce horizontal slash in a low voice. Hearing the movement behind the ghost man, he twisted his body at an incredible angle at a very close distance, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the blade.

"It's not over yet!" Qing Liu drank lowly, followed in the second step, turned her wrist to pass her body strength, and even skipped the adjustment action, turning the failed horizontal slash into a sharp thorn. Such a change of move surprised Kazuma next to him.

"What the hell?" When did you become so brave, Qingliu?

Qingliu's unexpected sharp thrusts hit the ghost man, and a string of shrill flames was drawn around his waist. The blessing of the jet-black scales made the ghost man only slightly injured, but he couldn't help but let out a painful roar, and then slammed into Qingliu with his shoulder. The difference in physique made Qingliu fly on the spot, and the ghost man took the opportunity to stretch out his claws and swiped at him - the smashed Qingliu collapsed, while the ghost man's claws had a sharpness comparable to that of a Japanese sword. If this is true, it is estimated that Qing Liu will have to step down and bow. At the moment of the thousand hooks, Qingliu in mid-air suddenly broke through the rain, blocking the claws of the empty ghost man with a miraculous posture.

After all, there is no way to exert force in mid-air, and it is only a moment for Qingliu to block the ghost claw, but it is enough.

"What do you want to do to my lovely disciple!? Asshole!"

He Ma entered the battle with a roar, and Zheng Zong, who was shining with white light, slashed straight down with a sturdy stance.

Kawama's anger pours into the authentic blade, and the ghost man's arm is disconnected from the body before it can even be retracted. The ghost man's broken arm flew towards the outside of the trestle, and at the same time shouted with the horse, the falling knife light turned again before hitting the ground, and slashed the ghost man's chest with a two-stage diagonal slash from the bottom up. deep wound. As the black scales scattered, the ghostly howled and stepped back, and this round of confrontation was temporarily brought to an end.

"Are you alright?" He Ma supported Qingliu, who was knocked away, and asked with concern.

"No, it's fine, fortunately, you shot with Ma..." Qingliu had a frightened look on her face that couldn't be concealed, panting and looking at the ghost man not far away.

As the ace fighter of the White Summit, she has experienced many thrilling fights, but the moment just now was really the closest she had ever had to the God of Death in her memory. The unknown ghost person not only has a hard body that can carry bullets, but also has an unusually agile response. When she watched the ghost claw swing in mid-air, she was almost stiff, and she didn't know how to block the fatal claw. Is it... an instinctive response to a crisis, or is there something else?

Qingliu subconsciously looked at Duanshi Qingyu in her hand. I wonder if it was a psychological effect. I always felt that it seemed to be more convenient? For example, the sharp change of slashing, turning and stabbing before was absolutely impossible to use in normal training. And the one that just blocked the ghost claw, maybe it was also the credit of Duanshiqingyu...

"Wake up, hello, wake up." He Ma's voice sounded next to him. "That's not an opponent you can deal with while distracted."

"Yes, Master." Qingliu quickly regained her attention and looked at the ghost man who was temporarily slashed in front of her.

In the previous round of fierce confrontation, the ghost man was cut off by the horse and cut off his arm and left a terrifying stab wound on his chest, but his fierceness did not seem to have weakened much. At this time, countless blood blisters appeared from the gasping ghost man's chest wound and broken arm. I saw that the wound not only stopped the bleeding, but also had a faint tendency to regenerate?

"That guy is absolutely, definitely not Jia Zuo Zhengzhang... No, not even a person at all!"

"...I agree with you."

Whispering with the horse. Qingliu may not be able to see it, but in his eyes, there are countless silk-like black grievances around the ghost. I saw those grievances circling around the ghost like flies beside the carrion, and scrambling to squeeze into that body. In the chaotic composition that seems to be manifested in a nightmare, where is the shadow of Jiasa Zhengzhang?

Does the evil party who uses brainwashing to play with the minds of others wantonly, even his own soul becomes the sacrifice of the evil spirit in the end? He Ma frowned, and the scene in front of him gave him a vague feeling of being reincarnated, and at the same time he felt a little tired.

"Get over him, hurry up."

"Yes!"

Qingliu nodded and clenched Duanshi Qingyu again and stood next to Kazuma. He Ma glanced over slightly, and saw that the entry "Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance" above Qing Liu's head began to sparkle.

"Kiryu Dojo, Shifan, Kiryu and Ma..."

"Same Dojo~IndoMTL.com~ disciple, Baifeng Qingliu..."

"Come on!"

**

"Very good, just keep going."

In a hidden corner of the trestle bridge on the lake, a low sound like a snicker was heard. The owner of the voice was a stubby humanoid with a catfish head, but at this time he was lurking in the shadow of the lush aquatic plants, so no one would notice his presence. Catfish Jing looked at the two people who were facing each other not far away, and then turned his eyes back to the machine in his hand.

This is a small video camera. It is said to be the latest model on the market. Compared with the old model that had to be carried on the shoulder, it is almost half the size of a briefcase. It's not difficult to get up. Catfish Jing had to sigh at the progress of human technology, and at the same time carefully adjusted the camera to capture the scene of the fighting in the distance. Record the results on tape and send them back.