I am a god in Tokyo

At the end of the street, in the darkness, there was the sound of footsteps, and a figure walked out slowly.

Uehara Wuhu hugged the girl tightly, and the jade sword suddenly pierced through the sword box, hovering in front of his eyes, but it kept shaking.

"How lucky!"

Like a samurai from the Edo period, he stepped out of the darkness and looked at the two of them.

"I thought I would have to wait a few days, but I didn't expect you to come out so soon."

The samurai smiled, and took hold of the hilt.

"Now that you're out, play with me!"

The lingering sword light pierced through the night sky and entered Uehara Wu's eyes.

pS: I finally wrote this chapter, Sahua

From the beginning of the book, I have been constantly deliberating on this plot, and the next step is the climax of the plot at the end of the book

Chapter 130

It is difficult to describe the swiftness of this sword.

The dazzling sword light was like the day rising from the night, and amidst the sharp screams, the illusory shadow had already appeared in front of him.

In an instant,

Uehara Wu's pupils reflected the samurai's crazy and distorted smile, as well as the mottled and rusty Taidao in his hand, which was faintly glowing.

--cut!

collapse!

Sword skills never seen before, extreme speed never experienced.

Uehara Satoru only came to do one thing.

Crazy urges to move the breast shield that has been prepared.

The divine light suddenly bounced off, reaching in front of the sword, and sparks burst out in an instant, screaming and swaying, and a whistling and violent hurricane rose from the empty street.

'click'

A crack appeared on the heart-protecting mirror, and the divine light was somewhat dimmed.

The artifact refined from the core of the 'Tu Buddha' demon power can resist the attacks of monsters of the same level. In front of this warrior, only one sword——

Cracks appeared.

Too fast, too strong!

Uehara Satoru hugged the unconscious girl tightly, held the magic mirror, and manipulated the flying sword with his mind, but he didn't let go.

Even if he controlled the flying sword, he still couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed.

"Interesting, that's how interesting it is!"

The samurai missed a hit and did not continue to attack.

Instead, he asked Uehara Satoru to distance himself, and looked at this divine light that could block a sword with great interest.

"Just now I only used three points of strength."

The samurai held the sword in both hands and raised it in front of him, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Your mirror, how many swords can stop me?"

He didn't care if Shang Yuan Wu would run away, he walked slowly towards Shang Yuan Wu, the tip of his sword touched the ground, and pulled Mars.

'Who is he and why is he attacking me? '

Uehara Wushen's eyes were opened, but he couldn't see what a samurai was.

There is no spiritual thread, no evil spirit, no yin energy.

It didn't even have the heartbeat, pulse and breathing that humans should have, as if what came was a cold corpse.

The strength of the samurai is beyond Uehara Satoru's comprehension.

Don't say it's this avatar,

Even if the god himself is here, he is no match for him!

Uehara Satoru can detect that the other party is useless, just like the time when a cat catches a mouse... He even expects me to resist and escape, making this fight more interesting.

calm down!

Uehara Satoru adjusted his breathing, and glanced at the unconscious girl from the corner of his eye.

At present, even if this clone is gone, there is a backup, but if Xia Zhiqiu dies, it is really dead.

Stall for time, find a chance to escape!

"We don't know each other, why are you attacking us?"

Uehara Satoru backed away slowly, observing the surrounding environment from the corner of his eye, looking for escape routes, the flying sword was hanging in front of him, trembling slightly.

He has guessed about the identity of the warrior.

"Because I'm curious about you."

The samurai stopped in his tracks, as if he didn't notice Uehara Satoru's little thought, or he did, but he didn't care.

The leisurely psychology produced by the gap in strength.

He stood leaning on his sword, his posture relaxed but flawless.

"28 Su, an organization that hunts monsters, I have heard of you for a long time."

Uehara Satoru was not surprised by this,

Now that we know that we have entered Yoshiwara and are still waiting in Ningyocho, it must be the controller behind Tokyo Yaoran, or... related to the controller, Uehara Satoru is more inclined to guess the latter.

The reason is that this warrior is too strong,

His murderous aura and sharpness were almost substantive, and even the divine light barrier couldn't stop him from coming towards him.

This kind of person is obviously different from the behind-the-scenes mastermind who hides behind Tokyo and makes troubles. He will never rely on any monsters or play any conspiracy if he wants to do something!

"You want to avenge the monster?"

While delaying time with words, Uehara Satoru looked around and looked for a way out.

"revenge?"

The samurai was surprised, then laughed.

"No, no, no, you made a mistake. We have no opinion on your removal of demons in Edo, and we even applaud!"

we?

Uehara Satoru noticed the key information.

But now is not the time to think about it.

"In that case, why do you still attack us?"

"I said, I'm very curious about you." The warrior stepped forward again, raised the mottled and rusty weapon, with a strange smile on his face: "I want to know how strong you are and how long you can last under my sword? "

"I want to know the structure of your internal organs, I want to hear your wailing before you die, and I want to see the despair on your faces."

The samurai walked forward slowly, while Uehara Satoru retreated at the same speed.

'madman! '

It is not an exaggeration to describe a person who kills people just out of curiosity...with psychological distortion.

Madmen are not scary, what is scary is that madmen possess great power.

"I can give you ten seconds to escape."

The samurai walked slowly, smiling lightly.

"Ten seconds later, I will launch a full-scale pursuit of you, run away, show all your means, run away!"

"Don't let me down."

After speaking, he really stopped.

Sure enough, I guessed right——

He expected me to escape, to make the carnage amusing.

Uehara Satoru was even more calm, and did not run away immediately, but asked the last question before the opponent counted down.

"What the hell are you...?"

Not a monster, nor a furtive.

It's not grotesque.

But if he is human, he is definitely not human.

If you want to know the real body of the other party, you only have this opportunity to obtain this information under the premise of the samurai's absolute confidence.

As he expected,

The samurai looked up with surprise in his eyes, obviously he didn't expect the opponent to have this question before the game started.

But for those who play with him,

Samurai have a lot of patience.

He thought for a while and answered honestly.

"If you call the trash you got rid of before a monster." He opened his sword eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth drew an arc: "Then you can call me——"

"demon."

After uttering this noun, the samurai closed his eyes and started counting down.

'demon! '

Uehara Satoru just memorized the nouns, and hugged the unconscious girl without any hesitation, his body was like an arrow, and he rushed out of the dim Ningyocho.

*

"demon."

Setagaya, apartment rooftop.

The god looked dignified and looked down at the street scene. It was already after midnight, and even Tokyo was entering a deep sleep.

He was distracted and manipulated the avatar to come towards Setagaya.

But the samurai who called himself the 'demon' followed closely behind like a gangrene after the ten-second countdown.

At this time, there are no trams and subways.

Satoru Uehara didn't dare to run to the streets with heavy traffic late at night. The samurai laughing wildly behind him was a lunatic at all.

It's like playing a battle royale game,

Even if the clone escapes alone, it may not be able to escape the samurai, let alone the burden of Kasumigaoka. Fortunately, not long after leaving Ningyocho, it forcibly snatched a car and was galloping towards Setagaya.

Satoru Uehara pressed the center of his eyebrows, manipulated the avatar to take shortcuts as much as possible, run red lights, or even go backwards, and rushed towards the main body as fast as possible.

Luckily it's late at night,

There are no cars on the street, and I have used divine power to cover up my face. Even if it is captured by road surveillance, it is only a blurred mosaic. As for how the traffic department will go crazy, it will take time.

This time is enough for the clone to escape to Setagaya.

But what can I do if I escape to Setagaya?

The samurai who was following the car and laughing wildly was simply playing. He could surpass the speed of the car at any time, and the sword in his hand could smash the speeding car to pieces at any time, killing the clone and Kasumi Hill together.

The samurai just increased his strength step by step, putting pressure on Uehara Satoru step by step.

It seems to make people wander between hope and despair.

With such strength, even if the gods face each other in person, they are not opponents!