The samurai had a strange smile on his face.
Step by step, he walked toward the two of them.
Vroom — —
At this time, the roar of a motorcycle came from behind the samurai.
The Samurai turned around and saw an extremely cool heavy-duty motorcycle rushing towards him.
The rider of the heavy motorcycle was wearing a black windbreaker and a red and black helmet.
On the left side of the heavy motorcycle was a machine gun.
Da da da — —
"Scattering Brilliance!" The samurai's katana slashed in the air.
The machine gun bullets created sparks on the samurai's katana.
The heavy motorcycle suddenly crashed into the samurai.
The samurai's figure flashed, avoiding the heavy motorcycle.
"Chaos Sakura!" The samurai attacked again.
In an instant, the samurai turned into a stream of light, his figure extremely fast.
"Oh no … Sakurako, be careful!"
Suddenly, a short figure appeared in front of Sakurako without warning, holding two small katanas, crossed to block the samurai's attack.
"Little Devil Star." Seeing the newcomer, Kishimoto Mitsuki and Chiyo Kaori were very happy.
Among them, Little Devil Star was the best at using katanas.
"How could there be a Sword Devil in the city?" Little Devil Star regretfully looked at the samurai in front of him.
Although he blocked the samurai's attack, he could still feel the terror of the Sword Devil in front of him.
The samurai tilted his head, muttering: "One, two, three, four."
Slowly, the smile on the samurai's face became more and more brilliant, but also more and more terrifying.
Little Devil Star crossed the two katanas in front of his chest.
As a sword user, he could feel the terror of the Sword Devil more than anyone else.
This Sword Devil exuded the smell of blood.
Did this Sword Devil kill a hundred people? Or a thousand?
At this time, the samurai slightly tilted his head.
Another person came from behind.
"Murata." Seeing Murata also came, everyone couldn't help but be happy.
Murata was their leader, and also the strongest.
Murata Ishino clenched his fist and looked at the samurai with an unfriendly expression: "Is this the guy who ruined my weekend?"
"Kazufuru!" The samurai suddenly turned around and slashed at Murata Ishino.
"Steel!" Murata Ishino's body suddenly turned into metal.
Hiss —
The katana tore Murata Ishino's clothes, but it could only leave a shallow white line on his chest.
"Is that all you've got?" Haruka Murata patted his chest.
The warrior gently stroked the edge of his sword and assumed the stance of a bow.
In an instant, the warrior's aura changed.
"Murata, be careful!" Little Devil Star shouted.
At this moment, the samurai was no longer a puppet, but an unsheathed sharp blade.
A black aura was released from the warrior's body.
"Fusion Chop!" The samurai transformed into a black stream of light, and his figure could no longer be seen with the naked eye.
The speed of the blade was peerlessly fast, bringing with it boundless terror as it attacked Murata Ishino.
Ichio Murata only felt a suffocating pressure.
Bang –
A huge fist attacked from the side of Murata Ishino, directly sending Murata Ishino flying.
The giant fist took the place of Murata Ishino and received the terrible blow of the samurai.
An arm flew up.
The owner of this arm was a ghost.
It was Chiyo Kaori's Spirit-branded Shikigami, Chi Gui.
Chiyo Kaori felt the same, when the White Ghost's arm was cut off, she also felt like her arm was cut off.
"Damn it." Seeing Chiyo Kaori taking the blow for him, Murata Ishino immediately felt uncontrollable anger and flew towards the samurai.
The samurai's sword was facing downwards, holding the hilt with both hands, he suddenly stabbed it into the ground.
In an instant, a ripple spread out in all directions.
The movement of the five people at the scene instantly slowed down.
The samurai also turned into a White Ghost.
Everyone also instantly knew the identity of this demon blade.
"White Face Onigami!"
Among the many demon blades, it was the most terrifying demon blade.
Many demon blades in the world were created by humans.
Because of various reasons, they turned into demon blades.
But White Face Onigami was a demon blade created by a hundred demons.
Moreover, it was a demon blade created by the blood of the Bird Feather Sky Emperor.
Of course, White Face Onigami also had another identity, a general under Tamamo no Mae.
While everyone was in a daze, White Face Onigami turned into a beam of white light.
The first to suffer was Murata Ishino. His body was directly cut open by White Face Onigami.
Startled, Little Devil barely managed to raise his two odachi to block the attack.
But in an instant, the two odachi were shattered.
Little Devil's left arm flew up.
White Face Onigami did not stop. Instead, he turned to the third target, Chiyo Kaori.
Suddenly, a wave of Noble Spirit descended from the sky.
The barrier created by White Face Onigami was instantly disintegrated.
The Noble Spirit forcibly stopped White Face Onigami's attack.
Zhang Tianyi descended from the sky and slapped White Face Onigami's chest with one hand. "Scram!"
White Face Onigami was sent flying dozens of meters, crashing into the glass of the building behind him.
White Face Onigami was just about to get up, when a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder. "Lend me your sword."
Without thinking, White Face Onigami slashed behind him with the blade.
But the hand grabbed White Face Onigami's hands that were holding the hilt first.
Chen Zhao crushed the hands and tore off the demon's blade.
After the sword was in his hand, Chen Zhao's figure suddenly changed.
Chen Zhao had heard that demon swords could affect people's minds and make them be controlled by them.
But Chen Zhao did not feel that way.
However, his appearance had changed to that of a warrior. Even his appearance had changed. He had become a white-faced ghost with two horns on his head and blood-red eyes.
Demonic Qi rippled on Chen Zhao's body, but only on the surface.
There was no other change.
Just then, Zhang Tianyi walked into the building and looked at Chen Zhao. "Monster, surrender now."
Chen Zhao felt a toothache. His figure flashed and he fled as fast as he could.
Zhang Tianyi was aghast. This demon's speed was too fast. Even he couldn't catch it.
If the monster had slashed at him, how could he have blocked it?
"No, that demon sword can't be this strong." Zhang Tianyi frowned and looked down. There was a withered corpse on the ground. The corpse's hands were twisted.
Thinking carefully, Zhang Tianyi suddenly understood.
The demon sword was no longer the one he'd slapped away.
Chen Zhao was probably the only person who could take the demon sword in such a short time and not be controlled by it.
Zhang Tianyi took out his phone and called Chen Zhao. "Chen Zhao, was that you?"
"It was me." Chen Zhao did not deny it. "Say, if a demon sword suddenly appeared when you were returning the Yasakani no Magatama and stole it, would that be reasonable?"
"Uh … Haha … Reasonable, reasonable. You're so thoughtful."
Actually, Chen Zhao had thought of this on the spur of the moment. The demon sword was useless to him, but it was not completely useless.
At least pretending to be someone controlled by the demon sword was very deceptive.
。 Nine Heavens Divine Emperor
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