Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Enchantment!"

Sensing the fluctuation of spiritual energy in front of him, Isayama Yomi was stunned for a moment. He realized that the person coming was not malicious, and immediately touched his long sword 'Lion King'.

I felt lonely.

Because of Liao Wenjie's previous complaints, Isayama Naraku did not allow her to bring a knife when she went out.

"It's none of your business, you're here to find me."

Liao Wenjie grinned, grabbed Isayama Huangquan's arm, jumped back continuously, and stopped when he retreated more than ten meters: "Stay here and don't move. I'll be back when I go."

Without a knife in his hand, his combat effectiveness has dropped by more than half. Isayama Yoshizumi nodded consciously. He was not as stubborn as a dead duck, and he had to follow to find out.

Things went against their wishes. The two had good ideas, but the other side also had their own ideas. The barrier suddenly expanded, filling the air in the blink of an eye, and forcibly pulled them in.

The moonlight in the sky is hidden by dark clouds. It is not the normal visible moonlight. The red light is mottled and scattered. After penetrating the dark clouds, it projects bunches of blood-colored light pillars.

Whether it was an illusion caused by the moonlight or the barrier itself, Isayama Yomi smelled the lingering smell of blood in the air.

"Take it."

A long knife was handed to her, she subconsciously caught it and found that it was a common weapon that Liao Wenjie carried close to her body.

"I use this knife, what will you do?"

"It would be better if I didn't have it. This knife has seriously hindered my strength, preventing me from going all out every time I fight." Liao Wenjie said truthfully.

Because the truth was too true to be believed, Isayama Yomi chose not to believe it.

No matter what Isayama Huangquan thought, Liao Wenjie's eyes flashed with blue light, his eyes swept across the blood-red space in the barrier, and he kicked forward with his ten-foot kick.

The azure light blade turned into a crescent moon. It was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye. It swept across the entire field in an instant, crushing the bloody earth and shattering the powder.

While the barrier was crumbling, a curtain of light appeared in front of it. In an instant, it shattered into pieces like a mirror. Four people dressed as Onmyoji vomited blood and collapsed on the ground, declaring that they had lost the ability to fight.

"Honestly, it's pretty average."

Ignoring the Onmyoji who rushed to the street, Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the seven figures shrouded in black robes: "If this is the only level you have, go back and bring in a group of more powerful people. Your blood is not worthy of staining me." hand."

"Sir, you misunderstood. We were ordered to invite you as a guest. We have no intention of provocation." A figure shrouded in black robes said stiffly.

I'm not lying, I was indeed ordered to invite Liao Wenjie as a guest, but their boss had other words. If the situation allowed, they should show their strength first to prevent someone from flipping the table over.

"That's too polite. Who do you think you are? Why do you say I'm going to treat you? If you have a big face, please show your face to me for confirmation."

Isayama Huangquan: "..."

It was a misunderstanding. It turned out that Liao Wenjie had always been polite when talking to them.

"Sir, we come with sincerity..."

"I don't think so!"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and made a move. The Remnant Sword Shengxie buzzed and vibrated, spreading the bloody mist and making the red light in the barrier thicker: "You are too weak. If this is your sincerity, this invitation is a waste of me." It’s okay not to go when the time comes.”

"Wait a minute, we don't plan to fight you." The red light in his eyes was dazzling, and the man in black robe hurriedly shouted to stop, and at the same time prepared for defense.

"What a coincidence, I don't intend to waste time with you either..."

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and threw the Shengxie Sword, and the red sword rain rose into the sky, arcing across the sky, tearing the air rapidly and roaring down, covering all the busy figures.

The sword transforms into thousands!

boom! boom! boom! boom----

The ground shook, and the Shengxie Sword returned to Liao Wenjie. Every time it traveled around, a bloody mist remained in the air.

"So weak."

Liao Wenjie frowned slightly. Recently, blue telekinesis and inner alchemy skills complement each other, and the training speed is so fast that it is cheating. But even so, the power of using sword control is still far less than that of red telekinesis.

The amount of energy is one thing, but the fit is the key. The Victory Evil Sword is not suitable to be controlled by blue telekinesis.

"..."

Isayama Huangquan grasped the long sword tightly and looked at the Shengxie sword wandering around in amazement. He saw the sword control technique for the first time. While marveling at its powerful destructive power, he also wondered that he was ignorant because he had never heard of it before.

Swordsmanship or magic, why is it a broken sword?

When the dust dispersed, the blood-colored earth was in a mess, with large and small potholes everywhere, and a group of men in black robes fell in a pool of blood.

He's not dead, he's still gasping for air. He can be rescued by being sent to the hospital within half an hour.

Liao Wenjie: (一`一)

Penetrating into the enemy's interior is a technical job. It doesn't mean that if the opponent gives you a chance, you can succeed just by climbing up the pole.

When acting, you have to do a complete set, and you must raise your airs at that end, otherwise it will only arouse suspicion and contempt. Let alone an undercover agent, if you can walk into the gate of the enemy camp, the enemy BOSS is considered a fool.

Now Liao Wenjie is faced with a difficult problem: let it go, the show is too fake, don't let it go, there won't be anyone who can win.

"Sure enough, I'm still too weak..."

Liao Wenjie sighed. If he was strong enough, why would he compromise and break into the evil camp to collect intelligence? If he met someone, he would kill him. He would definitely kill the other person and make him change his mind and vow to be a good person from now on.

Isayama Huangquan: "..."

Just when the two of them walked out of the barrier, a sudden change occurred. The mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole followed, and a second wave of intruders appeared. Similarly, a barrier was added before meeting.

Black mist filled the ground and spread, and the moonlight in the sky disappeared in an instant. In the hazy mist, three figures slowly emerged.

Two men and one woman.

The woman has long hair shawl, a plain white dress full of ancient charm, a thin waist cinched with a red belt, and a delicate and cold face like an iceberg, with only a little red lip that is alluring.

The contrast between makeup and temperament is huge. Based on Liao Wenjie's experience in subduing demons and demons, this woman must be proficient in charming skills. She looks as cold as an iceberg on the outside, but on the inside she is a skilled technician who has unlocked various difficult postures.

There is nothing much to say about the two men. One is a swordsman wearing a white mask, with two black samurai swords in one long and one short scabbard hanging from his waist. The other is a muscular bald man with a shiny forehead and large sunglasses. Cover half of your face.

No, the style of this muscular man is different from the other two. He has an M249 machine gun on his shoulder and his body is full of bullets and grenades.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Isayama Huangquan drew out his long sword with a clang, injected spiritual power into it, and summoned the black rope of the spiritual beast sealed within it.

As far as she knows, the name of the spiritual beast is Black Rope. Because the seal is not complete, this knife has extremely high requirements for the user. Without strong spiritual power to protect the body, the Black Rope will gradually distort the will and degenerate into Evil spirits and resentful ghosts.

but now……

Isayama Yoshizumi turned sideways, and in his sight was a giant python coiled up, breathing flames and sending long messages. It was quiet and well-behaved, without any aggression at all.

She knew that something unexpected had happened to this giant python spirit beast a long time ago.

"Huang Quan, stand aside, these three guys belong to me!"

Unlike Isayama Yoshizumi who was observing the three of them, Liao Wenjie focused on the barrier. If he saw it correctly, the place he was currently in was not a barrier at all, but a real ghost nest.

interesting!

Liao Wenjie secretly thought that it was interesting. He could move the ghost nest around. This was the person he was waiting for. The ones just now were nothing but rubbish.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, you killed Kazuhiro Santsuga. Our leader wants to see you." The woman spoke coldly, her red lips opened and closed, her teeth slightly exposed. Although she was not deliberately showing off, it still made people think.

"Gudu!" x2

Two sounds of swallowing were heard, and Liao Wenjie was slightly startled. He subconsciously looked towards Isayama Huangquan and saw a long, straight black head.

"You...who are you and why are you here?"

The first wave of attackers, several men in black robes who were waiting for rescue, were surprised. When their boss explained, he did not say that there would be backup.

"hey-hey!"

The bald man grinned ferociously, pulled the trigger in his hand and swept through the pool of blood, beating all the black-robed and onmyoji into a hornet's nest.

Isayama Huangquan's eyes widened, and he held the long sword tightly in his hand. He was about to say something, but Liao Wenjie raised his hand to stop him. He frowned and looked at the swordsman and the strong man, and finally said to the woman: "Two questions, the first one, Have we met somewhere before, I always feel like I have some impression of you."

"Your way of striking up a conversation is too vulgar." Isayama Huangquan was speechless.

"Second question, who are Santuhe and Hong?"

"It was the evil spirit that you got rid of. The night you met Sister Ming, you also snatched the killing stone from his hand." Isayama Yomi said again.

"Shut up. It doesn't matter if you don't have a big chest or a big brain. There is no room for you to interrupt here."

Liao Wenjie glared at Isayama Huangquan with dissatisfaction. He knew that the white-haired boy's name was Mikawa Towangchuanhe. The reason why he asked this was to pretend to be confused to get information.

Interrupted by Isayama Yomi, the information that was brought to his lips flew away.

"..."

Isayama Huangquan rolled his eyes. He would keep this grudge for now and take revenge later when he becomes stronger.

"Ichigo Kurosaki, you killed Kazuhiro Santsukawa and took away the Killing Stone. Our leader wants to see you." The woman spoke again, her voice still cold.

"It's inappropriate. This way of inviting a meeting is disrespectful. Your leader should come to see me in person."

"Kill him and get the killing stone back!"

Clang!

At the woman's command, the swordsman with a white mask on his face unsheathed his long sword, dodged and sprinted in front of Liao Wenjie. Silver light shot through the air, and the long sword slashed diagonally from bottom to top, across his chest.

Time slowed down and the torn clothes slowly flew around. Liao Wenjie raised the corners of his mouth slightly and pointed his sword into shape, summoning the Sword of Victory to pierce the mask on the swordsman's head.

Uh-huh!

The red light flashed away, easily penetrating the swordsman's head. The next second, the swordsman's figure faded and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was standing next to the bald man intact.

"Ichigo, that guy is not a human, he is a shikigami from Onmyoji." Isayama Yomi spoke quickly, explaining the name of the shikigami named 'Floating Soul'.

Dead people who do not believe that they are dead or have nostalgia for the human world will continue to exist in the human world as "floating spirits". Because of their spiritual bodies, they can easily be captured by Onmyoji and used as temporary shikigami. .

"I know that except for that woman, the other two are dead!"

Liao Wenjie spoke slowly and raised his eyebrows at the woman: "While you are still alive, let me ask you again. You are quite interesting. Have we met somewhere?"