The situation became more and more anxious. There was a commotion in the Buddhist hall, and various sounds seemed to be about to lift the roof off.
Kawashima Miki moved to the corner and knelt on the floor, her bright eyes always chasing the figure of Fujiwara Izaya. On the slender neck exposed in the black mourning clothes, there was Zhang who was as beautiful as a peerless enchantress who could conquer the country.
face, .
A white light flashed in the air and made a loud noise.
Just two meters in front of her, a bald man holding a samurai sword struck Fujiwara Izaya from behind.
In the slightly trembling atmosphere, there was the sound of raindrops. Kawashima Miki looked at the back, clenched her fists, and leaned forward slightly, like a female leopard preparing to prey.
She had no intention of helping Fujiwara Izaya.
Such a gesture is nothing more than self-protection.
On one side of the corner, Kasahara Fuka-Eri has crouched down, ready to attack at any time.
Unlike Kawashima Miki, although she suspects Fujiwara Izaya, as a law enforcement officer, she must maintain procedural justice. In other words, even if Fujiwara Izaya has a problem, it should be left to her Section 9 to investigate, and he cannot be allowed to
Just die here.
But in the next second.
The two women's expressions relaxed and they sat back again.
As if there were a pair of eyes behind his back, he heard a loud bang. Fujiwara Izaya picked up a chair, swung it back without looking back, and hit the man behind him hard on his bare head.
In an instant, the bald and strong body flew backwards.
Then, he kicked away the people in front of him and walked towards the Tsuchiya and the horse who were protected in the middle.
"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"
A steady voice sounded in the Buddhist hall, and the bald man who was blocking Tsuchiya Kazuma walked over directly: "Hey, you..." After saying that, he reached out and pushed Fujiwara Izaya on the shoulder.
He has practiced and is very confident in himself.
Feeling that this guy was blocking his target, Fujiwara Izaya slapped him in the face.
The moment the palms came into contact, the bald man's body turned half a circle and fell to the ground, covering his disabled arm and wailing.
"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"
There was another shouting of names, and the sound of blades piercing the air could be heard from both sides. Fujiwara Izaya seemed unaware. As he walked forward, he announced, "I'm here to beat you, the new boss, today!"
Indifferent and calm words appeared from the young man's face.
Except for Kawashima Miki, who could more or less expect it, the rest of the people were in an uproar, and then it immediately turned into deathly silence. Even Kasahara Fuka-Eri and Tsuchiya Kazuma himself did not expect that he would directly mention killing people.
thing.
Tsuchiya and Ma were confused anyway.
Be reasonable.
I just came to Tokyo.
Why are you so unlucky?
I didn’t offend this little brat, so why did he scream and kill him as soon as he came up?
Even if someone demolishes your shrine, it is not my order!
Or are all Tokyo locals so rude?
Can't we talk?
etc!
Danger!
Tsuchiya Kazuma turned sideways to avoid the chair thrown by Fujiwara Izaya.
"Come on, get them all! And, my sword, bring my sword!" He turned around and urged loudly, staring at Fujiwara Izaya with extremely unkind eyes, with undisguised murderous intent——
After being forced to do this, he was ready to kill Fujiwara Izaya directly, and then find a younger brother to take the blame.
"Come on!"
"This is our territory!"
"What did he hit with!"
"Hundreds of brothers could crush him to death!"
The roar rose and fell.
That's how it is with the Yakuza. When fighting, you must cheer and cheer.
Whether you can win or not is one thing. You must control your momentum well, and you must not weaken your opponent.
"Kisama!" A bald man closest to Fujiwara Izaya jumped out, and the sharp sound of a samurai sword being unsheathed was heard. The light of the sword was as fast as lightning, and it struck directly at the boy's head.
From leaping to drawing the sword in the air, to lifting up and down, the quick and smooth movements are enough to show this person's rigorous and solid kendo training. Put it in the kendo hall outside, and he would be given the title of master.
Easily.
It's a pity that his opponent is not human.
Before the blade could strike down, Fujiwara Izaya twisted around and jumped up, directly kicking him in the lower abdomen. The blade cut through the air, and he flew backwards, colliding with several companions into a pile, like bowling.
A large piece fell down.
But a large group fell, and an even larger group surrounded them with swords drawn, and the sharp trembling of the blades resounded throughout the Buddhist hall.
After all, this is their territory, with a large number of people, and they are full of enthusiasm. Everyone shouted slogans, bared their teeth and claws, and lined up aggressively to kill them.
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Thunder roared and heavy rain fell.
The sky seemed a little dark, the streets were white, and the sound of police sirens came from the distant rain curtain. The sound became clearer and clearer. After a while, police cars from the Taitung Police Department arrived one after another, and they rushed out of the car despite the rain.
The police rushed to the door in unison.
Then, they all stopped twenty meters away from the gate, all holding their guns and looking nervous and uneasy.
There are monsters in the heavy rain.
Wearing a white hunting coat and a samurai sword hanging from his waist, the Tengu has his head slightly raised at a 45° angle and stands under the eaves with his hands behind his hands.
After maintaining this posture for about three to five minutes, a police officer holding a big black umbrella walked out of a police car. He could be regarded as a young leader who had just entered the middle level.
"..." The police officer's palms were sweating, and he spoke carefully and cautiously: "We are performing official duties now, please get out of the way."
The Dark Crows didn't even bother to talk to this guy.
He kept looking up at the sky in a literary and artistic manner, his eyes a little blank and a little sad. While he was thinking in his mind that his appearance at this time had the charm of the young master, he was thinking about how to persuade the young master to send troops to Yingyan Mountain.
The strong wind blew the rain, and the leaves trembled slightly.
The police department looked at the situation and realized that the current situation was not something he could handle. He quickly called Section 9 and Yin-Yang House, and then wisely hid in the car to take shelter from the rain.
This delay lasted for nearly fifteen minutes.
Three explosion-proof SWAT vehicles rushed out of the rain and stopped with a loud screech of brakes. Three teams of Section 9 agents with loaded weapons emerged from the vehicles with a chilling air, their guns aimed at the door.
Behind, a black Alfa arrived belatedly.
The chief priest of Yoshihara Shrine got out of the car with his four priests and looked at the door with stern eyes.
A general-level Tengu, if handled carelessly, will cause a huge turmoil. The ordinary policemen present, the detectives from Section 9, and the clergy of Yoshiwara Shrine are all nervous and serious at this moment.
.
However……
That day the dog suddenly yawned.
Then, with a sleepy expression, he greeted everyone with an easy-going smile: "Oh, why are there so many people here? I'm really sorry for disturbing you. I just forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out today.
Let’s take shelter from the rain. Let’s go now, bye~~”
After saying that, the Tengu turned into a crow and flew up with its wings.
Everyone was left confused and dazed in the rain.
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Inside the Buddhist hall.
A bald head jumped down high.
Fujiwara Izaya punched him in the abdomen, blocking his momentum in the air. After he landed, he threw him violently over the shoulder with his backhand.
There was a "pop".
The bald head hit the window sill, cracking the entire window. After falling out of the house, he fell down in the courtyard and rolled several times before stopping.
Between the lightning and flint, a cold light flashed out of the corner of Fujiwara Izaya's eye.
This knife came very cunningly, as if it was a sudden attack that had been planned for a long time. However, Fujiwara Izaya directly raised his hand and used his arm to forcefully hold the blade.
"Qiang~"
The sound of metal colliding was heard.
The man who came at me with a knife was surprised that his mouth was stretched to the extreme, and he could stuff two duck eggs inside.
The entire Buddhist hall was immediately banned.
The bald heads and guests were all silent and silent.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned and carefully looked at Fujiwara Izaya's arm that was struck by the knife. There was no fluctuation in demonic power, let alone any fluctuation in divine power. It was solely relying on the strength of the body to withstand the slashing of the sharp blade.
Even the best human beings can't do this.
Therefore, he is definitely not a human being... Thinking this way, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's suspicion of him became even more intense.
Not far away, Kawashima Meiji seemed to have thought of something embarrassing. She blushed and looked away, muttering unconvincingly: "Ask me to bite you again, I don't believe you can't bite..."
Having said that.
This kid really likes to show off. Once word gets out that one person is challenging the entire Yakuza, I don't know how many little girls will be attracted to him.
snort!
Stinky man!
You have taken advantage of me so much, I must pay you back with the profit.
Kawashima Miji was planning a revenge plan in her heart, and when she thought of the emotional point, she quietly licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue.
"You, you are not a human!" Tsuchiya Kazuma has completely fallen into a state of hysteria, roaring like a wild beast, "You are dead, you are dead today, Yin Yang Lao will not let you go!"
"Ha~"
Fujiwara Izaya sneered.
He didn't care at all about the eyes around him that were as sharp as knives or as cold as ice, and he still approached the Tsuchiya and the horse with a pace as if he were wandering through the world.
At this time, his spirit was extremely clear.
Although he had defeated dozens of people within ten minutes, he did not show any excitement at all. Instead, he was indeed calmer than ever before.
I'm here to do this today, not just to vent my anger.
Since the other party forced him to use his divine power to attack ordinary people, he might as well challenge a hundred to let them know that even if he didn't use his divine power, he was not something ordinary people could handle. No matter how many people they came with, it wouldn't work.
After the idea of using ordinary people to take the lead was cut off, they had no choice but to use supernatural means.
This is what Fujiwara Izaya wants.
If you hit an ordinary person, he will feel constrained. If you accidentally hit him too hard and kill him, you will get into trouble with the police.
Monsters, no matter how many you kill, no one will care.
The best thing is to make the new boss anxious, make harsh words to him and ask him to summon his subordinates to take revenge tonight, and then call Gouzi to come over overnight to give him a big surprise.
Wait for the enemy to take root in Tokyo and develop well before dealing with you?
Fujiwara Izaya would never do such a stupid thing.
He will only kill the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor when he is not yet firmly established.
Moreover, Asakusa Shrine just needs such a stepping stone to take the first step to rebuild its glory.
With this idea in mind, Fujiwara Izaya pressed closely against Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step and shouted: "Are you ready to be beaten?"
"kisama!"
Tsuchiya and Ma roared ferociously, obviously irritated.
There was lightning and thunder outside the window.
The window frame shook slightly, the chandelier in the room swayed, and the falling dust danced.
"Here comes the knife!"
Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted loudly.
Immediately afterwards, someone held a sword and handed it to him. The scabbard was long and slender, and it was a standard long sword.
The moment his hand grasped the handle of the knife, Tsuchiya Kazuma's face regained confidence.
"Qiang——"
He pulled it out with force, and like a red dragon rising into the sky, the blood-red blade was pulled out from the scabbard. Immediately afterwards, a supernatural and vicious aura swept through the entire Buddhist hall.
This ominous arrogance made Kawashima Miji think of the name of the sword, and her heart suddenly lifted.
She hates Fujiwara Izaya and hates Fujiwara Izaya.
But if he died like this, how could she borrow his strength?
After Tsuchiya Kazuma held the sword, he reversed his previous weakness and took the initiative to approach Fujiwara Izaya.
Ruo Youruo's red blood mist overflowed from the knife in his hand as he kept moving. The red mist wrapped around his body, making him look like some kind of walking ominous thing.
——What the hell?
Fujiwara Izaya took a closer look at the knife that looked suspicious at first glance and judged its origin.
According to visual inspection, the blade length is 72cm and the blade width is 3.2cm. The decorative style of the handle is very old, at least from the Korean War period.
Akira noticed Fujiwara Izaya staring at the knife, and Tsuchiya Kazuma raised the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Are you scared?"
"What?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"Hahaha..." Tsuchiya Kazuma laughed heartily for a while, staring at him fiercely: "This is a shadow show!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned.
Her expression was calm, but her hand quietly slipped under her skirt and rested on the butt of the gun on her inner thigh.
"Is this sword very powerful?" Fujiwara Izaya asked calmly.
"Anyway, you're dead..." Tsuchiya Kazuma looked at his calm appearance, and his body trembled with anger. As if he was reprimanding him for his ignorance and building momentum for himself, he shouted loudly: "This is a famous ancient sword.
, is the sword of General Date Masamune! During the Korean War, the opponent’s generals and their saddles could be split apart with just manpower!”
Fujiwara Izaya nodded: "That's pretty awesome."
Date Masamune was a daimyo from the Warring States Period in Japan. He experienced hundreds of battles in his life, and countless people died under his sword. Looking at the blade, it was obviously eroded by resentment. And after 500 years, this
The sword has been worn by successive owners year after year, maybe a spirit has developed in the sword.
You must know that even a broom left for a long time will become a god of death, let alone a sword that is treated with affection by its owner. The legendary famous swords, such as Muramasa, Demon Sword, Onikiri, etc., have
The spirit even evolved from the weak Fusangshen to the powerful Demon Sword Princess.
"You're dead—"
There was sarcasm and resentment hidden in Tsuchiya Kazuma's voice.
Today is his first day in office, but he was bullied like this by a brat, and his face has long been lost. The only way to save him now is to kill the brat with his own hands and regain his glory.
Killing a child is a big problem.
But in comparison, not killing him is a bigger problem.
Let Jiro Araki take the blame... With this thought in mind, Tsuchiya Kazuma grasped the handle of the knife, and his figure suddenly rushed forward.
Howling air waves swept across the entire Buddhist hall.
That's demonic power.
It is close to the demonic power exuded by the great demon.
But it wasn't coming from someone, it was the wave that burst out from the blade.
very good.
Fujiwara Izaya secretly laughed in his heart.
Demon Sword Girl is delivered to your door.
With the blessing of the Kage Hide Sword, Tsuchiya Kazuma's figure was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human beings. The figure rushed towards Fujiwara Izaya so quickly and bravely that a harsh whistle sounded in the air!
Kawashima Meiji is already ready to take action.
The black mourning dress on her body swayed lightly, as if dancing in the wind.
But the next moment, she suddenly stopped.
It wasn't because she wanted to see Fujiwara Izaya die or anything, but someone next to her looked at her.
Turn your head and meet your gaze.
It was a woman with a cold face, and her cold gaze seemed to be warning her not to meddle in her own business.
snort!
Kawashima Meiji curled her lips and cursed silently in her heart: Scumbag.
"Hey~"
Fujiwara Izaya sneezed suddenly.
It was raining heavily outside, and although it was already early summer, the wind was still a bit cold. Occasionally, lightning flashed across the sky. He rubbed his nose, looked at Tsuchiya Kazuma's eyes full of murderous intent, and grinned.
"?"
What is he laughing at?
Tsuchiya Kazuma, whose body was thrown in the air, didn't have time to taste the frivolity in the young man's smile. In the blink of an eye, his figure rushed in front of the young man, holding a knife in both hands and slashing hard.
The speed and power increased to incredible levels at this moment, and the blood-red blade drew a coquettish half-moon arc in the air.
If Fujiwara Izaya can't dodge, or if he doesn't dodge.
This knife can directly split him in the middle and split him in half.
Unless his physical strength can rival the Demon King.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression suddenly became serious, her thin eyebrows were raised like swords, and she shouted: "Stop!"
At the same time as the sound rang out, she pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the specially made exorcism bullet flew towards the blade with sparks.
There was a dead silence in the Buddhist hall, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Fujiwara Izaya, but the young man seemed to be frightened and stood there motionless, like a stone sculpture.
"Bang!"
The bullet hit the blade, and the blade shook slightly, deviating from the top of the head to the shoulder, but the downward momentum did not weaken at all.
At this time.
Fujiwara Izaya turned sideways slightly.
The blood-red sword light slashed downwards against his body, passing over the tip of his nose with a gap that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya's clothes swayed, but his smile did not change.
"Your knife is very good," he said with a smile, "but now it's mine!"
As if a murmur reached his ears, Tsuchiya Kazuma's heart jumped suddenly. After finally stopping the slashing action, the light of the sword in his hand suddenly turned around and struck Fujiwara Izaya's neck.
past.
The sword was clean and neat, without any sloppiness, and it vividly displayed the murderous intention in his heart.
Also at the same time.
Fujiwara Izaya stood still, raised his left hand, and punched him.
"Qiang——"
"puff--"
Two voices sounded, one behind the other.
The former one is the sound of a knife cutting against a stone mountain, and the latter one is the sound of a fist hitting a face.
At this moment, Tsuchiya Kazuma's pupils suddenly narrowed, all focusing on Fujiwara Izaya's neck. Not only him, but everyone in the Buddhist hall looked at this scene in disbelief.
The seemingly unstoppable blade was actually blocked like this!
Moreover...it was carried with the body, but it was still a fragile part like the neck. What was even more shocking was that there was not even a trace of blood on Fujiwara Izaya's neck...
After this moment where time is frozen.
Tsuchiya and Ma tilted their heads to one side, rolled their bodies and fell outside the house, falling into the mud in the courtyard.
The Yingxiu knife fell to the ground, and the metal collided with the wooden floor. It was obviously a dull sound, but it spread far away.
No one could have expected such a scene. It was like a dream. The dreamy boy bent down to pick up the knife, played with it for a moment, and smiled frivolously.
"It's just a toy knife." He mocked.
I believe you as a ghost... Kawashima Miji cursed directly in her heart.
Tsuchiya Kazuma, who fell out of the door and was lying on the muddy water in the courtyard, was so angry that he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of hot blood.