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"Do you want me to run away alone!" Jinguji raised his voice, as if to dispel his inner wavering and weak compromise.

"Yes, it's shameful to run away, but someone should survive!" The elder sword shaman looked into her eyes: "Live, and take all of us's share, now you are the only one who has the strength to break through!"

No one spoke, but everyone looked at her, without the slightest bit of blame in their eyes. Every sword shaman was ready to sacrifice, not because he was not afraid of death, but because he had realized it long ago, but this did not include her.

Jinguji stood where she was, with a dull expression on her face, and the barrier was crumbling again. At this time, everyone advised her to run away quickly. This action inadvertently punctured Jinguji's trying to hide her emotions, as if everyone had seen through her heart. She was obsessed with something, and she didn't want to, and she didn't want to, and gave her life for the identity of the sword witch.

"You, you deliberately left me until the end..."

She understood, but she was not happy at all. This kind of gentle gaze hurt her very much.

She closed her eyes sadly, struggling with a dilemma in her heart.

If you choose to stay, you will die.

If you choose to leave, your heart will die.

She really wanted to escape, wanted to forget about everything, put her hands on her ears, trying to block the pervasive noise.

If anyone is there, can anyone tell me what to do?

If Shuangyue was here, how would she choose?

If he were here, how would he choose?

if they...

Jinguji Saki lowered her palms, and a hot current gushed out of her heart to dispel anxiety, pain and anxiety. She compared herself to a friend and murmured to herself.

If she was here, she would definitely say that...

She calmed down and taunted the sword shamans: "Good idea!"

Chapter 130 Five: Sakura Fubuki

Jinguji Saki, is not a brave warrior.

She never put herself in this position.

If you think about your past life carefully, she just walked over step by step.

Discovered spiritual talent, became a priestess, went to the shrine as an apprentice, graduated from the apprenticeship, was recommended to the shrine, and became a sword shaman due to her superior qualifications.

It would be a lie to say how much sweat and effort she shed on this path.

It's like some people read romance novels in their arms tomorrow, and they can always easily rank among the best in the exam.

Talent is important.

But talent does not correspond to freedom of choice.

When a person has this talent, the right to choose whether to use it may not be in his hands.

The surrounding environment will hold you forward, you don’t know if this is right, if this is good, but you can’t take the initiative to tell it to your mouth, because the right to choose in childhood is not in your hands, you can only obey the guidance of your elders. The suggestions provided by people, even if they want to rebel occasionally, they quickly hit a wall and lose the courage to explore, thus returning to the comfort zone, unable to find a more suitable path, half-compromising, and finally realizing...

It is not that I choose the present, but the environment shapes the current self.

Jinguji's becoming a sword shaman was the result of accidental stacking. The environment she was in was like this, so she was pushed to this position step by step.

Generally speaking, it would never be so easy to become a sword shaman, more or less you need to go through baptism before you can become a sword shaman.

But she seemed to have not experienced this baptism.In other words, now is the time for her to be baptized.

Sword shamanism is not an ordinary job, and one cannot accept it with a half-hearted mentality, but anyone with a little timidity will inevitably become a huge flaw in one's body and bring irreparable consequences.

The Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, the Night Watchman of the Alliance, and the Judgment House of the Theocracy have different names but the same weight.

Now she realizes this, and she is crushed by this weight a little bit, which is a weight she has never carried before.

She was too settled, and she wanted to hide her face and run away.

A hero or a coward is just a matter of thought.

Jinguji Saki thought of a lot.

She felt sad at first, a very strong sorrow, no matter whether she stayed or left, it seemed that death was the inevitable fate of sword witches.

Immediately afterwards, she felt confused. She questioned whether her choice was correct, questioned whether she had the courage to stay and die, and also questioned whether there was any value for the sword witches to die here for nothing.

She clearly touched the weakness in the deepest part of her heart, and she definitely felt the weight of life.

If you die here, just die.

Who else will remember the meaningless bravery and sacrifice?

Who would think that dying here is a well-deserved death and a peace of mind?

It's just that they were desperate and accepted the result.

Because they are sword shamans, such a result is inevitable, and because they are sword shamans, even if only one person survives, they can sacrifice for it. Self-consolation, at least their own death is not meaningless.

It shouldn't be like this.

It shouldn't be like this!

In the end, Jinguji Saki opened her eyes, and what she felt in her heart was not sadness and pity, but anger.

She suddenly figured out one thing.

It turned out that she didn't have to choose.

Why should I choose!The choice is made by oneself!

Keep your eyes open for me to take a good look at!

I'm going out and killing them all!Then take everyone out of here alive!

At this moment, the thought came through.

She stepped out of the shrine, with her back turned to the sword shamans, her voice mocking.

"Think beautifully!"

Jinguji kicked open the door panel, the sharp blade came out of its sheath, Fubuki slashed across the air, the blade was stained with blood, and the next moment, the color of cherry blossoms bloomed in the blood.

The cherry-colored petals slowly fell from her knife, as if pinching a piece of snow from the gods.

It was not the power of a spell, but something from the soul deep within her, the soothing breath of a faerie.

The principle of fairy spirits, killing cherry blossoms.

It has never been so light. For the first time, it made her feel as light as weight. She doesn't need to be careful to control it. Just swing the knife with her heart, and it will go everywhere. Every piece of the falling cherry blossoms is her hands and feet, it is her perception. extension.

That's right.

She seemed to hear a voice whispering softly in her ear.

The whispers became clear and graceful from the inadvertent at first.

Jinguji Saki knew that it was the fox's voice.

No matter how much I begged before, the fox refused to respond to me, but when I completely gave up relying on it, I gave the answer.

She understood it a little more deeply, at first it was like reading a book, but now she had a deeper understanding of its way of thinking.

The fairy fox hates the weak.

Perhaps the most profound truth that it has remembered in its long life is that its unwillingness to be weak comes from the painful loss in childhood.

It will not listen to entreaties, and will not sympathize with the prayers of the humble, even if she is its front and back.

When she became angry, drew out her sword and showed her fangs, the fairy fox laughed happily, which was what it wanted to see.

There is no better way to describe it in one sentence than...

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"Just to my liking..."

"桜よ、Sanりましょう!"

The Faerie Law was activated, and her state instantly returned to its peak, even surpassing the previous limit. Compared with Bai Wei's forced activation of the Faerie Law, she was able to initially control the killing cherry at this time, and her strength improvement was visible to the naked eye.

The number of cannibals hovering outside the shrine had already exceeded one hundred, but it seemed exaggerated to be surrounded by one hundred people. In fact, due to the limited contact surface, she did not deal with more than ten at the same time.

To compare less to more is to break the whole into zero.

Jinguji held the scabbard in her left hand, tapped the railing lightly, and used her voice to attract the attention of more murderers. A murderer who had climbed to the top of the building jumped down and tried to get out from the dead corner of the back of the neck. He launched an attack from the position, but the scabbard was raised and hit his abdomen.

With a force she didn't know, she overturned the murderer and smashed it to the ground. Immediately after, her sneakers stepped on its head, one foot, two feet, three feet, click... the neck was crushed in two!

She kicked the corpse of the ogre, let alone the corpse weighing a hundred kilograms was kicked up by more than one meter, and crashed into the crowd of murderers. She took a step back nimbly, with half her body At the door, she squatted down, turned her head and slashed the knife, and the three evil spirits were directly cut in half. The blood splashed out, which was covered by her sleeves, and only half of her arms were stained.

Then she rushed into the crowd with a sharp tooth. After Liu Shengshuangyue learned this trick, she also stole it not long after she learned it. When she entered the crowd of murderers, her movements were bound to be restrained, and she was simply reckless. Several sword witches I was in a hurry to chase them out to save people, but just after walking a few steps, I saw several heads and severed arms flying out and falling to the ground.

I saw Jinguji twirling, jumping, and swinging her sword among the crowd of murderers. Her swordsmanship was more like a dance than a sword, but her moves were fierce, and her movements were like stepping on dance steps. They were not taught by shrine maidens. Bongna's dance steps are more flexible dances, like ballet, like a black swan, walking on tiptoe on the stage, rotating the body to drive the blade to rotate, and the withered cherry blossoms on the blade are like a shadow.

It turned out that she did not make a mistake in judgment, but did it on purpose.

As long as she can continue to wield the sword, every attack will cause range damage. Wherever the blade points, the cherry blossom fragments will fall there. It seems to be sword energy, but it is actually a machine gun without cooling. The cherry blossoms are beautiful However, where the withered killing cherry passed by, it was like a school of piranhas, all flesh and bones were cut clean.

The sword shamans in the shrine were almost stunned. Although the strength of ordinary sword shamans is superior, it is impossible to reach this level. One can defeat a hundred. He is undoubtedly a hero among the swords. With this level of power, it is impossible to be an ordinary sword shaman. sword witch.

But this is worth celebrating. If Jinguji is so strong, they still have a chance of survival.

"But..." a sword shaman murmured in a low voice, "What a beautiful view. Ignoring the corpses, limbs and blood all over the ground, this view is indeed beautiful.

It's a pity that the moonlight cannot be seen in the gloomy sky, otherwise the sword dance under the moon and the cherry blossoms are falling, it must be a triple superb scene.

The fierce battle at Jingu Temple lasted nearly 10 minutes. When she threw the blade in her hand and pierced the head of the last evil spirit, there was almost no complete sentence from the corpses present. She killed very cleanly, and so did the group of murderers. Strangely, none of them retreated.

She exhausted a lot of physical energy, and she couldn't help but want to support her knees to catch her breath, but soon she stopped her expression to prevent her exhaustion from showing.

Clap, clap... Suddenly, there was applause.

Chapter 130 Six Ghost King

Jinguji Saki tried her best to support her body, she was already very tired.

She had never killed so many creatures in her life.

To count the last feat of killing more than a hundred ants in one breath, I have to count the hot water to wash the ant nest when she was a child.

She is not Beichen Guidie, and she does not have a hundred retracements to slowly exercise her mind;