Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 116
"The zashiki boy I asked you to find, do you have any news?"

Lin Mosheng looked at Shang Shanxing and asked.

Of course, he would not expect to collect all the pictures of the night tour of the ghosts in this trip of neon lights. He still has a lot of things to deal with on Hong Kong Island.

This requires not only strength, but also time.

For example, in the legend, the slippery ghost who can lead a hundred ghosts at night and is known as the master of neon demons and demons is a powerful monster who is also good at hiding.

So even Kaga, the onmyoji of the Jiuju school, did not complete the diagram of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

Lin Mosheng established his own power in Neon, which naturally has part of the reason for this incomplete magic weapon.

Ueyama Yuki lowered his head and said, "We have received news from Zashiki Doji, but..."

He looked up at Lin Mosheng, saw Lin Mosheng interrupted directly, and asked with a smile, "Are they all in the hands of the aristocratic family?"

Yuki Ueyama bowed his head again, "Yes, there are basically no wild Zashiki warlocks, and the ones I can find are all kept in captivity by aristocratic families."

Lin Mosheng was not surprised by this result.

A monster like Zashiki Waruji who is not strong, or even very weak, coupled with his own luck attribute, is simply a walking gold mine.

If a zashiki warji could be strong enough to be independent, Lin Mosheng would have to make a detour instead, at least he would have to invite his girlfriend A Hong to sit in charge.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Mosheng said, "From Tokyo to Kyoto, which kendo school has Zashiki Doji in its hands?"

Since you want to grab it, it is natural to learn from others.

"Shizuoka, Tengzhai's house, Shinto Wunianliu."

Lin Mosheng clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Okay, it's him, go to the battle post for me. Two days later, Lin Mosheng in Maoshan will teach you."

Clouds blocked the moonlight, forming a hazy moon, and there was a strong wind for a while.

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[Dragon of the Way of the Sword, patrol the sea! 】

[Shangluo!The fierce dragon sword from China is pointing at Kyoto! 】

The press, which had calmed down, was rekindled by Lin Mosheng's post.

All the paparazzi acted like crazy. This is the source of their performance in the second half of the year. Let alone the Tokyo Kendo, even if the entire Neon Kendo gathers together, it can't stop the boiling press.

They all wanted to see if it was Lin Mosheng, the dragon who crossed the river, who could cut off the monopoly of Neon's kendo clan.

It is still the thousands of years of swordsmanship inheritance that still stands firm, letting the powerful enemy fall into the sand.

Anyway, no matter which side wins, it is a good thing for ordinary people, and it is a good thing to watch.

In a quaint Japanese garden.

The ancient pine and moss, which is carefully carved with a sense of Zen, still cannot stop the surging killing intent of the swordsmen in the courtyard.

Snapped.

Miyamoto Yan, the former teacher of Shen Nian Tian Toriu, slapped the newspaper in his hand on the low table. His thin and powerful palm had five distinct fingers, which turned out to be like five sharp swords, and directly cut off the low table.

For a while, the tea soup poured.

However, the four aged sword lords around him remained motionless.

One of them, an old monk with white eyebrows like willows and creases on his bald head, took a look at Miyamoto Yan.

He understands the other party's heart of losing his lover, but why not him?

As the swordsman of Okuyama Nenryu, Saitogawa not only has to inherit Okuyama Nenryu's orthodoxy in Tokyo, but also inherits his own Rangkokuji Temple, and now, everything will become nothing.

"Miyamoto Swordsman, calm down."

The white-browed old monk looked at Miyamoto Yan, his eyes covered by his eyebrows had the power to make people feel instantly peaceful.

Miyamoto Yan took a deep breath. Even though he now has a raging lion roaring in his chest, he still needs to have respect for the host of Ranguo Temple.

The other party is a Wutai sorcerer known as "Three Days to Subdue Demons".

He looked around and said seriously, "The other party is leaving Tokyo, we can't let him leave alive, otherwise Tokyo Kendo will not be able to lift its head for 20 years!"

The swordsman sitting opposite Miyamoto Yan hesitated and said, "Fujikawa Kazuya told us not to act rashly, he will deal with this matter..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Miyamoto Yan, "That trash who would become a coward without grandpa?!"

His gray hair stood up one by one, "Solve it? He can't even invite a great swordsman, how to solve it, do you really want to see this Chinese man sweep Tokyo, and then fall into the sand in Kyoto, everyone will be reconciled? "

He sneered twice, "I'm afraid by then, our gym in Tokyo won't have to open anymore, everyone will close it, and it's better to go to Kyoto to learn from a teacher!"

Whether Lin Mosheng won or lost in Beijing, it was not a result they could accept.

Sitting on his left, Momoi Hao, an old swordsman of Jingxin Zhiliu, frowned slightly, "Miyamoto, you don't need to provoke everyone. Since everyone was summoned by you, they are naturally enlightened."

Miyamoto Yan glanced at the crowd again, and saw that everyone acquiesced to this sentence.

He clapped his palm hard on his thigh, "We can't let him leave Tokyo alive!"

Everyone understands what this means, this is the rhythm of the siege.

Although they are all sword masters, they are already old. Even though their sword skills are more exquisite than when they were young, they can't stop the ravages of time after all, so they handed over the kendo gym to their disciples.

And now that their cherished disciple has been deprived of his swordsmanship, or even died, of course they don't have any scruples anymore.

Maybe they don't have any confidence in one-on-one, but many-on-one, or even arrange the killing game in advance, even the great swordsman will have to be buried with him!

Momoi Hao took a serious look at Miyamoto Yan, and then asked, "But then I am afraid that my reputation in Tokyo Kendo..."

Miyamoto said with a sneer, "He just disappeared, not necessarily dead."

Although this is deception, but everyone nodded slightly, which is a way.

Momoi Hao said solemnly, "But those reporters need to deal with it well. If any news leaks out, it will be a disaster for our kendo inheritance."

"No word will get out."

The Wutai sorcerer, known as the 'Three Days of Subduing Demons', sighed, and then said, "I will open the way to hide from the gods. The battlefield will not be in the yang world. Even if he defeats us, he will never escape the siege of demons under severe injuries!"

Momoi Hao glanced at Master Wutai, and he finally understood why Master Wutai participated in this operation.

Miyamoto Yan continued, "I also contacted the Floating Lotus Gang in Koryo. They will use modern weapons to attack. Even if the other party is really supernatural, it is impossible to escape this time!"

Others were not surprised by Yan Miyamoto's decision, because Lin Mosheng would not be alone when he left Tokyo.

Followed by wild dogs from the Yamaguchi-gumi Black Tigers, they really need people to cover their firepower.

Even in the end, it is not impossible for Lin Mosheng to be shot and die in a gang fight.

Seeing everyone nodding silently again, Yan Miyamoto bowed heavily with a tone of hatred and carefreeness, "Masters, for the future of Tokyo Kendo, this battle against demons, please!"

In the early morning, the sky was gloomy, and the water vapor turned into torrential rain following the strong wind last night in Tokyo Bay.

The convoy of the Black Tigers drove out of downtown Tokyo, and the bleak rain curtain connected the sky and the earth together.

Lin Mosheng looked at the rain outside the car window, and suddenly felt something, so he opened the car window, and the wind and rain roared in.

He looked at Shangshan Yuki, "You guys continue to Shizuoka, by the way, give me a waterproof map."

Ueyama Yuki was a little surprised, then reacted instantly, and found a waterproof map in front of him.

While handing it to Lin Mosheng, he asked solemnly, "Sir, do you need to recruit more experts from the organization?"

Lin Mosheng glanced at him angrily.

You killed people, where can I find good deeds?
He took the map and said casually, "It's just going to the jungle, don't make such a fuss."

He tied the sword next to his seat with a golf bag and tied it to his body.

When passing a high bridge in a mountain stream, Lin Mosheng opened the door of the car on the highway, and under the cover of the rain, he disappeared into the dark sky in an instant, without stopping the entire convoy.

If it weren't for the wind and rain rolled up in the car and the sound of closing the door, Yuki Ueyama couldn't believe that a person could disappear without a trace in a speeding car.

On the mountain road leading to Shizuoka, under the shade of dense forests.

Under the cover of the heavy rain, Koreans in jungle combat uniforms have already set up their positions.

Off-road vehicles, sniper rifles, submachine guns, and even individual bazookas.

The equipment in their hands is even enough to fight a small battle.

The leading commander is in his prime of life and once served as a commander in the army.

"The target is expected to arrive at the predetermined location in 6 minutes."

A clear voice came from the military radio. There are so many vehicles driving on the highway, like a moving target, it is really easy to monitor.

"Received, we will report every 2 minutes."

The commander said solemnly.

The member of the Fulian Gang next to him chuckled, "Head, don't be so nervous."

Kim Jae-hyun scolded the team members angrily, "Bastard! The opponent can beat the Tokyo Kendo Federation and is considered a possible great swordsman. You can't be too careful!"

Then he sighed, "There are some things you haven't experienced, so you don't understand."

After being scolded by Jin Zaixian angrily, Li Zaixi looked a bit sleepy, "Head, even if you are a great swordsman, how many catties of bullets can you chop?"

As he said that, he proudly raised the submachine gun in his hand, and said with a smile, "These neon people are really willing to spend their money to get us such a good product. When you fight this thing, it's like holding a god Sword!"

"If he is really a great swordsman, if I kill him, wouldn't I be able to call myself a sword master?"

The young members of the Floating Lotus Gang around couldn't help but echoed with a smile, "Your boy will become a sword master, don't forget about us."

Li Zaixi laughed, "No, no."

Jin Zaixian frowned, and was about to reprimand him again, but now that he was fighting, he could only hold back and remind himself that the Floating Lotus Gang is not an army after all.

Just when Kim Jae-hyun was thinking about how to deal with Li Mingli after this mission, a surprised voice came from the radio, "It seems that a figure has left the convoy just now!"

"what?!"

"You repeat it again!"

"I didn't see clearly, it was raining too much!"

The person on the other end of the radio seemed to be in self-doubt, coupled with the noisy sound of rain falling, made Jin Zaixian frown.

The task this time is definitely not easy.

Not only because the opponent was touted as the new great swordsman.

And the support from employers this time around is no small feat.

Being able to provide such a powerful firepower equipment in Neon's homeland, it promises to take care of all the follow-up things, plus the sky-high hiring fee.

Think with your toes and know who the employer is.

And even the powerful Tokyo Kendo Federation is unwilling to confront a person head-on.

Kim Jae-hyun made a decision in an instant, "Close the team!"

All the team members nearby looked at their captain in disbelief, wondering if the captain's brain was damaged by the rain.

"Head, no, even if the other party really leaves the convoy, we can find him wherever he can go in the mountains!"

Li Zaixi said dissatisfiedly that with such a large sum of money, he is enough to enjoy himself for several years, even if it is the captain's order, he is not willing to give up!
Just as Jin Zaixian wanted to force an order, he heard a clear voice coming from the wind and rain.

"Are you looking for me?"

This voice is far away, but it seems to have power in itself, coming with the wind and rain, coming from all directions, one person is like a thousand troops.

"alert!"

Jin Zaixian roared, his eyes were sharp, and he frantically searched for the shadows under every forest, searching for the source of the echoing sound.

Under the rain all over the sky, Lin Mosheng rode a black biao, galloped through the sky, and then looked down at the red people.

There are not many sins on these people, and I am really grateful for the gift of nature.

The next moment, he jumped down from midair.

His expression was more focused than ever before.

"Moo!"

The sound of the huge Buddha's name was like a bronze bell, which was lowered from the sky and enveloped the forest below for a radius of [-] meters.

For a moment, the sound of wind and rain miraculously disappeared for a moment.

Then, the terrifying chanting sound vibrated back and forth, like wind, like rain, penetrating everywhere!
The modern weapon that Li Zaixi was proud of was held in his hand like a fire stick, and he had no chance to use this weapon that he considered to be the sword of the gods.

When the Zen singing sounded, the terrifying sound waves penetrated his eardrums and poured into his mind like a storm.

For a moment, he seemed to be able to feel everything in the world.

He felt howling wind and rain, throbbing leaves, and even the flow of his own blood, but strangely, this feeling was far away from him.

His soul is far away from his body, imprisoned in a cage by the sound of Zen singing.

Fortunately, this painful feeling did not last long.

The next moment, a sharp blade cut off his head.

The imprisoned soul can still feel everything, and he sees the person who killed him as a third person.

Or monsters.

It was a close to real image of King Ming, in the dim rain, the color was bright golden, and it was incomparably magnificent.

The twelve arms hang behind King Ming like round wheels, but this time, there is no longer anything empty in King Ming's palm.

Washed with water to cut a word, Vajra Heaven Blessing, Three Suns and Moon Blizzard...

A blade of a sword hero that has been famous for a long time blooms in the hands of King Ming, forming the domain of the sword. The bright sword light is intertwined, like a grand white lotus, cutting off everything in the domain!

Lin Mosheng looked at everyone indifferently, and waved his twelve arms again, the blade cut off the wind and rain, cutting off everything in front of him like a wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)