Control time from Naruto

"Eh... this is worth a lot."

The blacksmith boss looked at the gold-containing ore in Zhenzhu's hand in surprise, and after reaching out to take it, he simply weighed it, and he could tell the approximate amount of gold contained in it by weight.

"With this weight, it is more than enough to forge a sword with sapphire ore. I have to find you 150 silver."

Putting this money in an ordinary civilian family, it would not be enough to spend in ten years. It is undoubtedly impossible to be calm if it is replaced by the real wild rice of the past, but now she just smiled cutely and said: "Then please."

After experiencing swordsmanship, money can no longer move her.

"Good Le!"

The boss blacksmith immediately responded heartily.

Seeing Zhenzhu's unmoved attitude towards so much money, he also believed that Zhenzhu should be the lady of a rich and wealthy family. As for where Zhenzhu got this gold mine, he knew that he shouldn't ask too much.

"Just come and pick it up after five days, and you can take the money."

The blacksmith boss put away the gold mine, found out another 150 silver and handed it to Zhenmao.

Zhenmo took the money, waved his hand and left the blacksmith shop.

"A big family..."

The boss of the blacksmith sighed with emotion, so much money was almost his annual income, but Zhenmu didn't care about it here, and didn't even go to count it.

The more he didn't care about it, the less he dared to have any other thoughts, and honestly began to build a custom-made sword for Zhenmo according to Zhenmo's description.

Five days later.

Mako got his first steel forged sword.

The sword forged from sapphire ore has a blue luster throughout, and is heavier than she expected, but she can still swing it easily.

"It feels completely different from the wooden sword. It seems that I have to get used to it."

Mako waved the sword in his hand, then whispered thoughtfully.

She can already cut steel while wielding a wooden sword. Now that she has a good sword, both the destructive power and the power of swordsmanship will be greatly improved, but before that, she has to adapt to being much heavier than the wooden sword of this weight.

Mako left the blacksmith shop.

After a while.

She came to a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the town.

This is the place she rented temporarily for the past few days. At first, she considered whether to buy it or not. The money was almost enough, but she thought that she would not know how to earn money after all the money was used up, so she saved some money. Temporary rent.

"Master said that my swordsmanship is stronger than me in this world, but... am I really that strong?"

Zhenmo stood in the middle of the small courtyard, stroking the blue jade sword in his hand and whispering.

She originally believed that she was strong, but when she witnessed Feng Ye cutting out an abyss like a moat with a single swing of the broken wooden sword, she doubted herself a little.

But Feng Ye said those words to her again, Feng Ye probably wouldn't lie to her, it would be great if she could have an opponent who could let her measure her strength now.

Forget it.

Don't think about it so much, let's get used to the new sword as soon as possible.

Zhenmo shook his head, put the messy thoughts behind him, and started to exercise.

that's it.

Five days passed in a flash, and Zhenzhu gradually adapted to the weight of the sapphire sword, and gradually integrated his previous training to carve out his own swordsmanship.

Diligent, she entered the state of practice, and she hardly stayed in the unexpected world, practicing day and night.

Dim black mist enveloped the sky, covering even the dim moon, and Zhenmo was still standing alone in the small courtyard, waving the sword in his hand.

I don't know when.

She stopped and looked up at the sky, frowning slightly.

"The sky seems to be filled with a very disturbed atmosphere tonight."

Makoto murmured.

Her swordsmanship has reached a certain level, and she can already sense the breath of all things. In this state, she can vaguely 'hear' some unusual sounds, and perceive the oppressive atmosphere tonight.

This atmosphere was hidden under the night, so she couldn't tell the source for a while, but it gave her a very uncomfortable feeling, which she had never encountered before.

Sudden.

Like lightning flashed across my heart.

"This is... the smell of blood!"

Zhenzhu's eyes were fixed, then he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction of the town.

Chapter 8 Winding·Three!

A corner of the town.

The smell of blood is pungent.

What can be seen is the wall of the yard that has been destroyed with a huge hole, the yard is in a mess, and the front of the house is completely crumbled into sawdust.

Scarlet flesh was scattered everywhere.

A figure could be seen grabbing the indescribable bloody fragments with his hands, and kept putting them into his mouth, feasting on them.

And behind the cabinet of the house, a lonely teenager curled up there, with a pale face and horrified eyes filled his eyes. He desperately covered his mouth, trying not to make a sound.

But it is impossible to keep quiet under intense fear.

"It's still the tastiest when it's fresh."

The ghost that was eating the corpse grinned and spit out indistinct sounds while eating.

Of course, he had already discovered that there was another person hiding in the cupboard, but he regarded that person as a second dinner, and he was not in a hurry to kill him, as it was still fresher when he was alive.

"Ah... ah ah..."

The boy hiding in the cupboard finally couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, collapsed from fear, let out a scream, and rushed out with a bang, trying to escape outside.

The ghost who was eating the corpse had bloodshot eyes in its scarlet eyes. With a grin, it burst out at a speed far exceeding that of a normal human, and grabbed the fleeing boy.

The boy's heart was filled with fear, and finally he rolled his eyes and passed out.

And just at this time.

laugh!

A beam of blue light pierced the night sky.

The ghost pounced on the boy, its whole body froze at the door, a line of blood appeared on his two arms, the blood line spread all the way to cover the whole arm, and finally collapsed into pieces of flesh scattered.

Zhenmo appeared in the small courtyard, holding his own sword in his hand, staring at the ogre in front of him, his face was a little pale, obviously a little uncomfortable with such a terrifying scene for a while.

"what are you?"

Suppressing that discomfort, Zhenmo spoke in a deep voice to the other party.

Although the other party still looks like a human being, but with that weird appearance, coupled with the terrifying behavior of cannibalism, and a completely different feeling from normal people, she knows that the other party is definitely not human!

"Such a strong swordsmanship, is he a member of the Demon Slayer Squad?"

The cannibal ghost moved his head little by little, and his eyes turned to Zhenmu, a pair of scarlet eyes revealed a little madness, paused on the sword in Zhenmu's hand, and suddenly revealed light.

"No!"

"You are not a member of the Demon Slayer Squad... This is not a Japanese sword!"

Zhenmo's previous sword made him feel a strong sense of oppression and threat, and he was ready to escape, but at this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the sword in Zhenmo's hand was not a ghost-slaying Japanese sword, but just an ordinary sword , His face suddenly showed a ferocious joy.

Noisy!

At the next moment, his arm that had been cut into pieces by the real wild rice grew back at an extremely fast speed, and then the whole person rushed towards the real wild wild rice.

Without the Sun Wheel Knife, no matter how strong the sword is, he would not be afraid, because it is impossible to kill him!

"..."

Seeing the terrifying regenerative ability of the other party, Zhenmo fixed his eyes slightly, but he didn't panic at all. Holding his sword in his small hand, he swung it forward suddenly.

In an instant, sword lights intersected.

Under the dark night, there seemed to be cherry blossoms dancing with bright spots.

The evil ogre pounced on the real wild rice and stopped about three feet away from the real wild wild rice. Countless blood lines appeared on the body, and then the whole body collapsed with a crash, and was chopped into countless pieces by the real wild wild rice.

however.

Because what Zhenmo was holding was not a sun wheel knife, even such a slash still couldn't cause fatal damage. Those scattered pieces of meat quickly gathered and squirmed towards the center, and re-condensed into a human form in just a few seconds.

"It's really terrifying swordsmanship, stronger than all the guys from the Demon Killing Team I've ever met. If you had a sun knife, I would have been killed by you, but without a sun knife... there is nothing you can do I!"

"If I can eat you, my strength will definitely rise a big step. Maybe I can be favored by that adult and be promoted to the Twelve Ghost Moons..."

The ogre, who had reorganized his body, became more and more excited as he talked, his whole face became distorted. He let out a burst of crazy laughter, and fiercely rushed at Zhenmu again.

Swish!

Zhenmo leaped incomparably nimbly, like a small fox in the dark night, and jumped onto the courtyard wall outside the courtyard at once, avoiding the opponent's blow.

This was her first real fight since practicing swordsmanship, or it was her first fight, never before.

Now it is the first time for her to turn the swordsmanship she has mastered into actual combat power.

Swish!

Makoto swung his sword again.

The sword light flowed, from top to bottom, turning into a blue sword net that criss-crossed, covering the entire courtyard, and the ground was criss-crossed all of a sudden, split into a grid, and the evil ogre ghost once again Those who couldn't resist were chopped into pieces.

"It's useless!"

"This kind of attack can't kill me, let's be my food obediently!"

The reorganized cannibal ghost yelled ferociously, and rushed fiercely at the real mushroom on the courtyard wall.

however.

Such a scene could not shake Zhen Zhu's heart at all. The sword in her hand was swung again and again, each time she was more proficient than before, and each blow was more powerful than before.

[There is nothing that swordsmanship cannot overcome. If there is, it is not enough just to practice]

This is what Feng Ye once said to her, and it is also what she has kept in her heart. At this moment, it keeps lingering in her ears, making her eyes more pure and calm.

Gradually.

Zhenmo just swung the sword casually, and the evil ogre was shattered under her sword over and over again, and was cut into pieces by her over and over again.

The ghost with powerful regenerative ability has unexpectedly become an excellent "sharpening stone" for her, allowing her to gradually master her swordsmanship and gradually develop some sword moves that are very suitable for her.

"It's useless... You can't kill me like this..."

"When your physical strength is exhausted..."

I don't know how many times he has been beheaded, but the ogre is still roaring, trying to destroy Zhen Zhu's fighting spirit.

Zhenmo, who never responded, finally spoke softly after swinging her sword again, and she uttered a rhetorical question, saying:

"Isn't your breathing getting weaker and weaker?"

"What breath?"

The cannibal ghost was slightly stunned, and didn't understand what Zhenmu said, but he soon realized that after being chopped into pieces by Zhenmao again, he felt a kind of heaviness.

Every cell in the whole body seemed to become heavy. Although it was still reorganizing and regenerating, it had already become very difficult.

In the final analysis, the ghosts in this world are just some kind of cell mutation, which has produced a kind of deformed evolutionary life. Even if it has a strong regenerative ability, it is not unlimited.

Mako doesn't have a sun wheel sword, so it can't directly cause fatal injuries to the ghost, but countless slashes are enough to cause huge damage to the ghost's cells, making it on the verge of the limit of regeneration.

"Oops... Oops..."

"This woman..."

"Although I don't have a Sun Wheel Knife, I can't bear to be chopped into pieces countless times like this. My recovery ability is limited... Even if I can't die if I go on like this, I will have no strength at all. I won't be able to move until the sun comes out tomorrow. I'm going to die..."

After realizing that his regeneration was becoming more and more difficult, the ogre finally panicked.

Never encountered such a situation!

Either the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team were stronger enough to kill the ghosts, or the other party couldn't easily kill the ghosts, and they used their regenerative ability to constantly change their wounds and wasted to death.