I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly Chapter 349

Late at night, Japan, in an alley on the streets of Tokyo.

The young man of Qingjun carried a drunken woman in OL dress in the posture of a princess. The starry sky above his head was cut into long and thin strips by the sandwich walls on both sides, and the light of the neon lights outside the alley could not shine in.

The woman put her arms around the boy's neck, and rubbed his red lips with alcohol on his cheeks, and the lipstick rubbed on it like blush.

The alley is secluded and quiet, and the woman's ** full of snoring and the sound of young and delicate footsteps are mixed with the sound of steady breathing.

"I'm sorry," the young Qing Jun turned around with the woman in his arms, showing an apologetic expression to the man behind him, "I don't accompany men."

The man behind the boy stood there, his long trench coat opened, revealing a pure white shirt and black tie, with two daggers fastened to his belt.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head: "I didn't come to find you to accompany me."

He didn't even know how he said these words. The young master of the dignified snakes and eight families needed a cowherd to accompany him. He might as well just cut himself to death, so as not to be embarrassed by the ancestors of the Yuan family.

The teenager raised his head and looked at the tall buildings in the distance. The stars in the night sky were reflected in his clear and clean eyes. If this was an idol drama, his actions at this moment were undoubtedly the standard looking up at a forty-five-degree angle, and the stars in his eyes were even more so. The young and melancholy beautiful teenager captures the heart of women's killer.

However, at a distance of 1,700 meters, Sakura, who had set up a sniper rifle on the roof of the building, did not feel the slightest heartbeat in the eyes of the young man, only a chill that was cooler than the night quietly rose from the bottom of his heart.

[He discovered me at such a distance? 】

Taking advantage of the sight brought by the scope, Sakura subconsciously glanced at Genji - this is her subconscious habit when she encounters a sudden situation and panics.

Glancing at Sakura from a distance, the boy looked back at Yuan Zhisheng and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I won't accompany women who already have lovers."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

"Furthermore," the young man said timidly, like a terrified apprentice trying to point out the mistakes of the seniors, "you want your lover to be in touch with the cowherd...it's not right."

Yuan Zhisheng: "...she's not my lover."

After holding back for a long time, he only said this sentence.

"No," the young man shook his head and said seriously, "she just glanced at you, and the look in her eyes is obviously the trust that only a lover can have."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

He didn't know how to answer the call, so he simply cut to the point.

"Where are you taking her?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the OL woman in the boy's arms. At this moment, she was still asking for it from the boy, obviously not simply drunk.

"Of course I went to the hotel." The boy smiled shyly.

"Go to the hotel and kill her?" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes and tone were cold.

"No, I ate her." The boy licked his lips.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't speak anymore, just put his hand on the handle of the dagger at his waist, and pulled out the two swords like autumn water from the scabbard.

"Please wait." The boy gently put the woman in his arms down and let her lean against the wall.

"Food should not be wasted." He took the initiative to explain to Yuan Zhisheng, and even took a few steps forward, avoiding the woman deliberately, so as not to accidentally hurt her in the fight later.

"Your flower name is 'Shuten Douji'?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

The executive bureau found out that this young man is a street cowherd. He has recently become famous on the streets of Tokyo, and some people even use him to compare the legendary Kazama Liuli of the cowherd class.

what the hell? Is there a legend about the cowherd?

When Yuan Zhisheng heard this statement for the first time, he complained so much in his heart.

"It's not just a flower name." Shuten Douji smiled shyly, and his smile always reminded people of the youthful era.

"It's a coincidence," Yuan Zhisheng raised a large sword, "its name just happens to be 'Tongzi Qie Angang'."

"What about the other one... ah, it's the spider cut knee pill!" Shuten Douji exclaimed happily, proud of having guessed its name at once.

On the side of the stem of the other tachi is engraved "Ferocious Ye Fu in the Spider Mountain", and Shuten Douji guessed its name based on this.

Genji raised both swords.

"You came to kill me?" Shuten Douji asked.

"Yes." Yuan Zhisheng disdain to lie.

"But I don't want to kill you," Shuten Douji shook his head and pointed to Sakura in the distance, "She likes you very much, if you die, there will be a girl who loves you deeply sad, right?"

He stared at Yuan Zhisheng and said seriously: "So you have to try your best not to be killed by me."

"What about you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked back.

"You don't have to worry about me," Shuten Douji said, "no one loves me."

He was still laughing, laughing happily, ever since he guessed the name of the spider with his own cleverness, he has been very happy.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and rushed forward, the long hem of the windbreaker rolled up and the wind howled, the sword tore through the air, and the cold light was like the moon.

A pair of white and slender hands held the sword, blood spattered.

But that's about it.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened.

Shuten Douji held his two knives with both hands, the blade slashed in the palm of his hand, and the flesh and blood were cut all the way to the bones, making a "clang-" sound.

The blood climbed down the blade, dripping all the way.

Both the boy cut and the spider cut are the sabres of the predecessor of the Yuan family, Gen Laiguang. They are the pinnacle of Japanese alchemy craftsmanship, not to mention just bones. In theory, even steel forged with modern technology, combined with the power of Yuan Zhisheng. enough to cut off!

Yuan Zhisheng exerted his strength violently, and pulled the knife out of Shuten Douji's palm, the tip of the knife crossed a smooth semi-circle, and slashed again!

The flesh-and-blood palm once again blocked the blade. Although there was another wound, it still failed to really hurt the bones.

Yuan Zhisheng swung the knife again, and the palms blocked it again. Repeatedly, blood splashed out in the confrontation again and again, and was torn and shattered by the pervading knife energy in the air.

Yuan Zhisheng had already unknowingly entered the keel state, bursting out almost all of his strength, swinging the sword, and the high-speed air turbulence distorted the shape of the sword, making it appear to the naked eye as a piece of cold light connected together.

But the blood splashed, but the young man of Qing Jun remained motionless, without even the slightest expression of pain on his face, he just kept blocking Yuan Zhisheng's knife with his **** palms.

Until a certain moment, almost all the flesh and blood on his palm was shaved off, revealing the bones like white jade, so he turned the guard to attack, using the white phalanx as a mini dagger, ten phalanges are ten daggers, the dagger ripped open The woven net ripped through Yuan Zhisheng's clothes.

One person and one monster attacked at a speed that far exceeded the reaction limit of ordinary people. Sakura in the distance could not even shoot, because she could not guarantee that she would not accidentally injure Yuan Zhisheng who was fighting.

For the first time, she saw someone who could fight Yuan Zhisheng so far, and even vaguely gained the upper hand.

Yuan Zhisheng used the knife to separate the bone claws, and the tip of the claw was only a millimeter away from rubbing his throat.

The physical quality of this ghost is no less than his!

Once again, trying to force back the boy's attack, Yuan Zhisheng let out a low chant in his throat.

The air sank in an instant, the dust floating in the air fell to the ground, the boy's movements suddenly stopped, his body fell down,

Word Spirit · Kingship!

The high-level word spirit of Sequence 91 can magnify the gravity in the field dozens of times. Under super gravity, almost no creatures can move normally. Most of the enemies will be suppressed by the huge gravity and have to kneel on the ground. It seems to be kneeling and bowing to the releaser of the spirit of words, hence the name "King Quan".

The physique of Shuten Douji is terrifyingly strong, so although he half-bows in this field, the blood vessels on the surface of his body protrude, but he does not completely kneel.

Of course, now he doesn't have much fighting power anymore, Yuan Zhisheng didn't say a word, and waved his sword again - this word spirit consumes a lot of energy, and will soon exhaust the releaser's physical strength and collapse to the point where he can't move. If Yan Ling takes care of this ghost within the duration, I am afraid it will be him.

However, in the next moment, a strange blood-colored pattern spread from the eyebrows of Jiutun Boy, covering the whole body in an instant. The white jade-like metacarpal bones turned into blood jade, popped out like lightning, and held the boy who was slashing. The bone claws flicked out of his hands, and the spider cut out of his hand, turning into a white horse and flying out.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened, watching the boy straighten up again in an environment with more than fifty times the gravity, with a calm demeanor.

Blood-colored lines covered his whole body, emitting a blood-colored light, and even those originally clear eyes also glowed with a coquettish blood-colored light.

Holding Tong Ziqi's blood jade bone claw slowly, this famous sword representing the pinnacle of Japanese alchemy forging let out an overwhelmed scream.

However, Shuten Douji's goal was not to break the sword from beginning to end. At the same time as the blade screamed, his other bone claw stretched towards Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

Yuan Zhisheng still had a hand, but he had no time to stop it. The bone claw came so fast that he could only watch his heart be pulled out.

"Clang-"

The moment the bone claws touched the skin of Yuan Zhisheng's chest, sword sounds rose from all directions.

With the metal trembling of Qingyue, two **** jade-colored palm bones fell to the ground.

Shuten Douji stepped back at a speed that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't see clearly. In just a split second, Yuan Zhisheng saw horror from the bewitching blood pupils.

The sky in front of him was bright, and the dazzling white light made Yuan Zhisheng close his eyes subconsciously, and then there was a loud rushing thunder in his ears.

The sound of thunder dissipated, Yuan Zhisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the alley in front of him stretched forward to the end, turning into a scorched black, only the OL woman leaning on the side of the road remained unchanged. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Yuan Zhisheng was dumbfounded, and even forgot to lift the kingship.

In the scorched earth stood an old man with his back turned to Yuan Zhisheng. He was wearing an old Bai Na Taoist robe. He was tall, with a straight back and long snow-white beard.

There was a sword at the foot of the old Taoist priest, a sword that could hardly be called a sword. A rough iron bar without an edge was sandwiched between two rectangular pieces of wood. The two pieces of wood were not symmetrical, and the edges were also irregular. Only a twine was used to tie the wood chips and stickers, not even a single nail.

A ray of electric light dissipated from the old Taoist's fingertips, and he reached out and pulled out the tip that was stuck on the ground.

"The immeasurable Heavenly Venerate was actually run away by him," the old Taoist muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, fractal astigmatism should not be used."

"you…"

Yuan Zhisheng reluctantly came back to his senses, released the spirit of words, and spoke to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist turned his head and glanced at him, holding the sword in his arms and walking towards the other side of the alley with his back to him.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth, but before he had time to speak, the side effects of prostration caused by the huge consumption of royal power swept up, and he stood unsteadily on his feet, and fell down with a staggering, and he could only barely support his figure with the boy in his hand.

When Genji raised his head again, only the charred alley and the comatose OL woman were left in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

Chapter end