The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"Exactly!" Caster squirmed in the darkness, and said with a big smile, "I'm waiting for the heroic swordsman four knights to come to meet you, the two-day first-class Shinmen Musashi, and the master Hozoin who has mastered the realm of the gods and Buddhas , and the Master from Chaldea, hehehe, hahaha... Really rewarding!"

It raised its palm, the magic power surged, and the malicious mocking sound spread: "Then please pay homage to me, the strength of our heroic sword hero! My taboo name, caster·Lingbo prison!"

A group of raging fire roared in, and the fireball the size of a washbasin was more deterrent than it actually was.

Miyamoto Musashi slashed the fire with a knife, cut the fire, but the moment the light of the knife slashed through the fireball, the fire scattered and took away the view. Fujimaru Tateka exclaimed "be careful behind you", and a black shadow unknowingly jumped behind him to launch a surprise attack , the attack was fierce, facing the vital point behind, a knife was about to penetrate, Miyamoto Musashi turned around suddenly, and pulled out the second knife.

The two-day first class has absolutely no flaws, has both offense and defense, and even the back can also defend against any thrusts.

The two knives crossed and flashed, and the black shadow trembled and disappeared for a moment.

"Shadow?" Miyamoto Musashi gasped in regret.

"My taboo name, assassin·paraiso." Heiying said lightly: "This kind of not-so-gorgeous sword skill is indeed top-notch for two days. This kind of flaw can defend against the stabbing from the rear. Although I have realized it for a long time, It is a bit frustrating to be blocked so easily, as expected of the famous Shinmen Musashi."

The assassin spoke a little more, and his voice was low, but he could tell it was a woman.

"It's nothing, although I don't know how famous Musashi is in this world, but I also know that I still have many shortcomings, and I am also very experienced in dealing with ninjas who can stealth and stealth!" Miyamoto Musashi smiled slightly, and the words did not finish Swinging the knife at the assassin, the timing of this knife was just right, it was a knife under the influence of the sky eye.

The so-called sky eye is a natural talent, a talent that countless swordsmen have dreamed of. It can easily see through the opponent's attack and evasion routes. When the knife falls, it is unavoidable and impossible to defend. This is a natural talent.

There was a clear sound of hammering iron in the air, the blade was blocked, and another knife was placed between the two, blocking Musashi's sword technique with ease, even she was surprised: "How did you block it?"

"It's just swinging a knife." The other party held the knife with one hand, sparks burst out from the weapon in the air, and she smiled and said, "Is it so incredible? My taboo name, rider Black Rope Hell, is just a demon slayer, In order to cut off the head of a ghost, the sword must be sharp and sharp, this is the most basic principle."

There was quite a gentleness in that voice, even if they were hostile to each other, there was a certain taste of pampering hidden in the words.

Judging from the outline of the pitch-black figure, Fujimaru Tachika felt familiar, and even reminded her of the psychological shadow of being almost suffocated by something soft, but the situation at the scene was not easy. She knew that if it was really that The bull ghost king, once he becomes an enemy, will become the most difficult enemy.

Shinmian Musashi breathed out slightly, her sure-killing slash was easily blocked, which made her a little bit shocked, this group of people was really scary, she even wanted to turn around and run away in fear.

She is not the unparalleled swordsman Miyamoto Musashi that day, but a tourist from a parallel world, with different appearances and different experiences. She just regards Miyamoto Musashi as a different person with the same name, and she is far from He has not reached the realm of invincibility, and he has no self-esteem and demeanor of the strong.

As a wanderer, of course, you must have the basic quality of running if you can't beat it, and surviving even if you pretend to be dead.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were two children behind her, she might have slipped away without looking back.

"Oh, you guys are really strong. Although I don't intend to admit defeat directly, but each of them is so strong, there is still a way to solve it in a one-on-one fight. I am afraid that I will lose if I swarm you. I am not the Miyamoto Musashi you think. You're just a traveler, you can't be famous all over the world if you kill me, how about letting us escape like this?"

She tried to inquire, her eyes looking for the flaws in the other party's encirclement.

"Hehehe." A smiling voice came from the Black Rope Hell: "Yes, it would be too cruel to kill an opponent with a child, and my heart is struggling a little, but...it's a pity, if I I am still a human being, maybe I will sympathize with you, but now as a heroic swordsman, I will not show mercy to you, all living people are the targets of killing, as far as I am concerned, if you can start from the children behind you It's more fun to kill."

The gentle voice spoke extremely cruel words, which shows that the nature of these swordsmen has been completely distorted, even worse than the blackened avengers.

In the darkness came the applause of the last heroic sword hero, and the girl's voice was gentle and with a Kansai accent: "Yeah, that's really good, it's like seeing the duel of ancient heroes, facing this black rope hell It’s a scary world when you can talk and laugh.”

"This demonic aura is even higher than others." Musashi held the knife in his hand, resisting the thought of crying out with a wow.

"I thought what you were going to say. The only people who really belong to this world are the two children behind the back. The others are all aliens. Can this kind of question be wrong? Pull out your tongue, wrap it around your neck and strangle yourself to express your shame and anger Come on, bug!" Black Rope Hell snorted coldly, his attitude was completely different from before, and this disgust came from the heart.

"That can't be done. Although I won't die like this, it's too ugly. I actually like these heroes very much, and I can't wait to swallow them up." Heiying said in a low voice: "I don't need anything now, Swallow it, dissolve it... My taboo name, Berserker·Zhonghe Hell, come and taste a drop of my treasure, it's so delicious that it will melt your bones."

She laughed and said, "Even a bit of contamination will be dissolved, and there will be no bones left!"

A drop of wine landed on the ground, and instantly turned into raging waves on the ground, and the wine with a coquettish hue rushed in. In this flat terrain, there was nowhere to hide, neither a place to hide nor a higher position.

"Can you release the Noble Phantasm without calling out your real name?!" Fujimaru Tachika recognized this trick: "And this trick is!"

"Miss Lixiang, back off!" Baozangyuan Yinshun gestured with spear skills: "Like the moon reflected on the surface of the water, see the eleven moves of the obscuring moon in the invincible monk! Drink!"

Baozangyuan Yinshun's treasure is sublimated from his spear skills, because he has completed this almost impossible move, achieved this great cause, and has been recognized, so he is eligible to be engraved on the throne of heroes, even in the game, he It is also an existence like the three-star God of War, with tyrannical strength, and just relying on a cross-character gun to forcibly sweep the waves and block the roaring waves.

This scene surprised even the Heroic Swordsman who was the enemy.

"This is really wonderful, as expected of Yinshun, the treasure of the god of spears." Zhonghe Hell licked his lips: "But it was not a treasure just now. If I release the treasure, even you..."

Black Rope Hell sneered: "You have to use a treasure to deal with a mere bald monk, why don't you kill yourself, useless bug, and if you dissolve him, what do we have to deal with?"

"Hehehe, I forgot about that." Zhonghe Hell said with a smile, "Master Magician's orders cannot be disobeyed."

"Sorcerer? Order?" Fujimaru Lixiang asked immediately: "What exactly do you want to do? Speaking of which, why did you know our identity? Even Yinshun didn't give us his real name at all, but you already knew it in advance. what's going on!"

"It doesn't matter at all. No matter what reason these evil heretics know the name of the little monk, the little monk doesn't care." Baozangyuan Yinshun said coldly: "They will be sent back to hell one by one by the little monk's gun."

"Hehehehahahaha! This is really funny, since you said that you will send us back to hell with your own hands, then let me answer the doubts about the Chaldean master, let me cut off your wish , Treasure Institute!" Caster gave a weird laugh: "As the price for your disobedience and disobedience, I will tell you!"

He shouted: "Bao Zang Yuan Yin Shun!"

The ups and downs of the voice make one hear the ups and downs of the heart.

"Why you were summoned as a Heroic Spirit, but you didn't meet the Master!"

"Why are you able to appear and exist here alone even though you don't have a Master!"

"Why did you start to panic after seeing me waiting for the Heroic Swordsman!"

Fujimaru Tachika immediately understood the situation, and the answers to these questions couldn't be more obvious, she said: "Stop talking!"

But caster couldn't be stopped at all, it laughed and continued: "There is only one answer... because you are a heroic swordsman who was also summoned by my master sorcerer!!!"

Baozangyuan's face immediately turned livid. Although he realized that there were many accidents in being summoned this time, he did not expect that he was summoned by the same person as these heretic demons, and almost became the same thing.

"Become a part of our heroic sword hero, Treasure Institute, you have no right to refuse!" Caster sneered: "This is the inevitable fate of your summoning, although you escaped due to a coincidence, after all, you can't resist !"

"I refuse!" Baozangyuan Yinshun raised the cross-word spear: "Even if the little monk dies, he will never allow you to trample on him!"

"It's all said, you have no choice!"