I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1004

In the quiet park square after the group of tengu dispersed, on the artistic relief above the fountain, quietly stood a blurry figure two meters tall, wrapped in the gust of wind.

“When were you there?!”

Erzae Ryoma, who had everything under his control in front of him, didn’t even notice when this person descended.

Frightened, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the silver bullets like rain hit the opponent in a line.

Facing the overwhelming “Holy Light Barrage”, the man still did not dodge or evade, standing there as majestic as a mountain.

The gust of wind lingering all over the body converged into an invisible sword, which quietly cut out…

The wind blades with tricky angles and ingeniousness, as if they came from the hands of a kendo master, cut the silver bullets into two with precision and ease.

“Zheng…”

The bullet shattered, and the holy light that could easily shred the Ravenous Tengu continued to bloom, but was blocked by the sword, light and sword shadow blown by the gust of wind, unable to touch the man at all.

“Ghost… ghost?!”

Noticing the surging gray air in the wind blade, Long Ma’s already pale complexion turned blue.

“My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around. My bow cannot be relied on, and my sword cannot save me. With the only thing left, I wish to guard his footsteps…”

Glancing back at Niya, who was still praying, he gritted his teeth and accelerated the firing rate again: “Never mind, just buy a little more time…”

There seems to be no limit to the speed at which the revolver can produce bullets. As long as the speed of his hand pulling the trigger can keep up, the silver bullet will be faithfully ejected.

“Look if your wind is fast or my bullet is fast!”

Under the dual stimulation of ghosts and gods and adrenaline, the blue veins of Ryoma’s arms exploded before the second, constantly breaking the limit of his shooting career, pouring out a silver-white rain curtain that was many times more than before.

“Where the wind is, where the blade is… Any firearm is not as good as a leaf in the wind in front of Jing Ba Liu kendo.”

But all of this was silently swallowed by the blade formation in the wind, leaving only a strong sense of despair.

“Crack…”

The dense and crisp sound of gunfire suddenly came to an abrupt end in the square.

“Crack…knock…”

Before the second, Ryoma kept pulling the trigger subconsciously, but the only response to him was a weak empty sound.

“Tsk, is it over in just three minutes? These foreign guns and foreign cannons really don’t work…”

He smiled wryly and looked down. The pair of silver revolvers in his hands had disappeared, leaving only the southern M60 revolvers that were unable to spin without a bullet nest…

“Although I borrowed the power of a magic weapon, I can annihilate half of my ‘Shanshan Tengu Team’ with the body of a mortal. Your valour is no less than that of Niu Wakamaru, who first entered the gate of Mount Anma in the past.”

The silver bullet stopped and the wind curtain retreated, revealing the arrogant figure on the fountain sculpture.

Slender and wide black wings, spotless mountain robes, thick clogs, plus a thick and long red nose with a length of more than 18cm on the red ghost face…

“Big, big tengu?!”

Compared to the Crow Tengu and the Little Tengu just now, the one in front of Ryoma is closer to the “classic tengu image” that the Japanese fear the most.

“Although he is a little older, whether it is strategy, eyesight, will or physical fitness, it is the best choice.”

Seemingly admiring Erqian Ryoma, who was soaked in blood and struggling in the wind, the tall Tengu gave him a bold grin: “Boy, are you interested in taking me as a teacher and plotting the world together?”

“Worship you as a teacher? Conspiracy the world?”

Two years ago, while talking to Ryoma, he calmly stuffed the empty revolver in his hand back to his waist, and hooked the automatic rifle on the ground to his hand: “When making such a warm and exciting suggestion, shouldn’t it be the first thing to do? Do you reveal your identity?”

“Yes, I did have some rudeness just now… I am the ghost of Mount Anma, also known as Yiyan Sengzheng.”

He didn’t care about the other party’s “little actions”, and the tall Tengu still persuaded him sincerely: “If you accept the proposal just now, you can get the onmyo technique “Liu Tao·Sanlue” and Kendo Jingba Liu, which I personally taught. Become the world’s number one powerhouse that is not inferior to Ushiwakamaru! “

“Six Secrets and Three Strategies? Jing Ba Liu? Although I don’t quite understand it, it sounds very powerful?”

“Hey, the person who knows the current affairs is Junjie!”

Before seeing the second, Ryoma seemed to be moved, and the Tengu, who called himself “Ghost Eyes”, was overjoyed, and glanced at Niya behind him with murderous eyes: “Then, kill the Nanban witch behind you and use her head As a teacher’s ceremony.”

Subduing the enemy without fighting is the usual method of the self-proclaimed wise man.

From the beginning to the end, the ghost did not take this “potential” human in his eyes.

What really made him dread was the “Blonde Witch” who became more and more imposing and didn’t know what kind of spell he was brewing.

“Sorry, I refuse. Not to mention, the ‘Ushiwakamaru’ in your mouth doesn’t seem to have a good ending.”

Pushing a red magazine into the fully automatic rifle, Ryoma shook his head slightly and raised his muzzle towards the other party: “You know, I don’t even have money for a cram school, how did I get from the name ‘Four to Five’? Fall’ deviation worth **** to climb out of?”

“It’s not easy to get an iron rice bowl and live a happy life of catching fish and embezzling in your dreams. How can you guys be easily destroyed?!”

“wrong answer.”

Before the sound of the gunshots, the gust of wind from the side of Longma suddenly merged into an invisible long sword and passed him by.

“Uh ah ah ah ah!”

In the pained wailing sound, the automatic rifle in Ryoma’s hand was torn apart before the second, and the spirit detection protective suit on the chest, together with the entire left arm, was broken in the splash of blood…

“Tsk tsk, human beings have infinite possibilities, but they are always bound by meaningless things such as virtue, affection, righteousness, and faith…”

The tall figure of Gui Yifayan disappeared with the gust of wind and appeared in front of the dragon horse before Er.

“Hmph~www.mtlnovel.com~ If Ushiwakamaru listened to my words and slaughtered Gen Yoritomo and established himself as a general, he would not have been forced to die, and he would not have been forced into a state of ruining his family and exiling Yuikawakan to commit suicide.”

Heavy clogs stepped on the blood mark on the top of the transparent tempered glass, and he sneered as he stepped over the Erqian Ryoma in a pool of blood.

Reaching out his hand and pulling out an invisible long sword from the gust of wind, the ghost looked at Niya, who was still praying with his eyes closed: “Just this stupidity, you and Ushiwakamaru are very similar.”

“puff……”

Looking at the Tengu with his back facing him, and raising his sword to slash, Erqian Longma, who was lying in a pool of blood, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to lift the only remaining right hand…

“Virtue, affection, righteousness, faith… Those things are too heavy for me to carry.”

In his trembling hands, he held a worn-out southern M60 revolver…

“…I believe in being despicable and shameless, and being prepared.”

Struggling to focus his vision blurred by the severe blood loss and severe pain, Ryoma before Erma pulled the trigger with the last of his strength.