"Before saying anything else, please allow me to express my gratitude."
The young man bowed slightly, closed his eyes, nodded to Samura, Musashi, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, and said so.
"Night has replaced broad daylight, and the crimson moon hangs in the sky. However, the two children, Axiu and Tiansuke, have not come back yet. I am in a hurry. Fortunately, with your help, I can send the children back."
"but......"
Straightening up, the young man narrowed his eyes.
"Although I also want to welcome you into the thatched hut as soon as possible, but at least you must tell me your net worth and name without any concealment."
"This is the minimum condition."
Listening to the words of the young man who called himself me, Samura and Musashi turned around together.
"...I'll tell you your net worth, name, etc. later."
Zuo Cun put his hand on He He's knife handle.
"Really, I thought I wouldn't enter the village... Now it seems that this so-called 'rule' will not work on monk Yishun who is outside the rules."
Miyamoto Musashi also put his hand on the handle of the knife.
"And it's so fast... If I had known, I would have kicked his head farther."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--------"
Crazy laughter sounded from far and near, and the other party was obviously approaching quickly in this direction.
"I smell it! I can smell it!"
"Your smell - the smell of the living!!!"
"It absolutely stinks, it's right here! Musashi, Zuomura!!!"
The voice of Yishun in the Treasure House no longer contains even a trace of compassion and calmness, and even the calmness and solemnity that belong to a warrior no longer exist. What is left is only madness and abomination.
Why - Mr. Yinshun like that, turned into what he is now after a short period of time?
Become now - Lancer Purgatorio.
"We can't let him get close to the hermitage. Get ready - I'm going to deploy the Noble Phantasm. Even if I can't kill him, I will at least limit his ability to move to the greatest extent."
The magic power was poured into the crane feather in Zuomura's hand, and he said to Musashi at the same time.
Zuocun in this state, instead of saying that he put his emotions into his sword, it is better to say——
By itself, it can cut open space to a certain extent.
"It doesn't matter, at least I know your knife won't be pointed at me for the time being."
Musashi could feel the fighting spirit from Samura's sword, but it was definitely not directed at him.
She could vaguely feel that this man, who was like her and was known as "Unparalleled in the World" but was actually not that strong, was not the type full of fighting spirit, but now was not the time to ask so many questions.
At least we have to find a way first - to subdue Yinshun!
[Heart Feather Wheel·Wingless·Bird Crying]!
Without pausing, he set his sights on Miyamoto Musashi and Hohoin Yinshun on the opposite side. Samura's sword light flashed across, a crack flashed, and in an instant, all three of them disappeared.
...
"This is the inside of my Noble Phantasm...the world of the mind that is cut open with a sword, the so-called inherent barrier, [The World of the Crying Bird]."
Samura said to Miyamoto Musashi, his eyes locked on Hohoin Yoonshun who was standing opposite, still swaying a little.
"Damn...damn Anno Samura...!"
"What kind of world is this!?"
"Disgusting, disgusting!"
"Dirty, chaotic, messy, go to hell -!!!"
Without saying a word, Hohowon Yinshun stabbed Zuocun with the Jumonji spear in his hand.
"The other party should be weakened to a certain extent... Although I don't know the power of emotion and whether it will have an impact on him now, but it will happen."
Samura jumped into the sky like a bird, and Musashi, without any hesitation, pushed up from the front.
"Monk Yishun, I know that there is no chance of you recovering!"
Musashi snorted coldly, swung his two swords in his hands, opened Yinshun's Jumonji Gun, and at the same time slashed towards Yinshun's head.
"For you now, there is no better choice than to rest in peace as soon as possible!"
"So, hurry up and go to death!"
Zheng——
Poof——
The blood marks exploded, and Hoho Yin Yishun didn't know what he saw. His expression became more and more angry and furious, and he was still crazy even if he was hurt.
call out--
Zuocun swept from top to bottom, and Yishun was defenseless. One of his arms was cut off and fell to the ground together with the ten-character spear in his hand.
But Yishun had no scruples and laughed wildly.
"Hahahahaha - useless!"
"Our bodies are like fleshless machine dolls. No matter whether they are violent techniques or mysterious blades, they can't touch our spiritual core!"
"Shut up, we already know what you're talking about."
Poof——
The siege of the two swordsmen was absolutely impossible for even Hohoin Yinshun to withstand.
The crane flew across Yinshun's waist in an instant. The monk roared, but he could not stop his body from being split into two.
"be honest."
Zuo Cungui pressed on the upper body of Treasure House Yinshun and frowned.
"Lord Musashi, I will control this guy's upper body. I'll ask you to find a way to suppress his lower body."
"Now, I have to remove my Noble Phantasm."
Zuocun was a little intolerant of his own Noble Phantasm. At this time, it was enough to suppress Hohoin Yinshun, so there was no need to maintain the existence of the Noble Phantasm.
"Well, I know what to do."
Musashi felt a little weak for some reason, but she also knew the priority of the matter at the moment and stepped on Yinshun's ankle.
Zuo Cun closed his eyes, the blood vessels on his forehead beat, and the surrounding yellow sand scenery stopped instantly and died. When Musashi came back to his senses——
The scene has returned to that young man's thatched hut.
"Hey? Mr. Musashi, Mr. Samura——"
"Don't come here, Ritsuka."
Samura stopped Ritsuka.
He pressed Hohowon Yinshun angrily and wanted to continue killing him, biting him with his teeth. His severed arm was also squirming in the distance. He held the Jumonji Gun and moved towards this side bit by bit.
move.
"He's not dead yet, still not dead."
This is a fact.
"This sight... is absolutely disgusting."
The old-fashioned young man showed a somewhat disgusted expression.
Being cut in half and still able to move around - no matter how you think about it, it's a bit disgusting.
"Don't think about what's available now, think of a way to let Your Excellency Yishun go on the road with peace of mind."
"No - find a way to let Lancer Purgatorio die!"
"Its existence is too cruel and terrifying for this world."