Chapter 479 Tragic

The surrounding environment was familiar, as if Lu Mingfei just closed his eyes and opened them again, and he went to the stairs to the sky.

There is an unreal and unreal feeling.

but.

Golden light flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

The awakened bloodline proves that everything before is not an illusion.

Finally, the monster on the throne appeared in front of Lu Mingfei again.

Could it be...

Lu Mingfei's eyes fell on the red cloth.

This piece of red cloth is covered with Tian Cong Yun Sword.

Originally it was.

Lu Mingfei pulled off the red cloth.

A strange samurai sword came into view.

The whole body is pitch black, completely different from the legendary white Tian Congyun Sword.

Lu Mingfei discovered that the blade of the sword had the texture of leaves, and there was also an inscription that read "Muramasa".

Muramasa...

Japan's legendary sword.

One of the demon swords is Muramasa.

Yao Sword Muramasa is different from Yao Sword Doji's Spider Cutting. It does not refer to one knife, but a general term for a class of knives.

Legend has it that the Muramasa family of swordsmiths had unique knife-making skills. The knives in their hands were extremely sharp and long and made of sand nickel. Many important figures died under the swords made by the Muramasa family. Slowly, this matter became known. With a mysterious color, the demon sword Muramasa is also regarded as ominous.

The Muramasa in front of Lu Mingfei didn't know how old it was, but it could be placed in the shrine enshrining the Tian Congyun Sword. It was at least a legendary alchemy tool.

But, it's strange, why is the place where the Tian Congyun Sword is enshrined, but the demon sword Muramasa is placed? So where is the real Tian Congyun Sword?

But in this way, it can also explain why there is a monster that is neither human nor ghost on the supreme throne of the heavenly level, rather than a pure-blooded dragon.

Because the shrines have already occupied the magpie's nest.

The real Tian Congyun Sword disappeared. Judging from the meaning of the sword servant clan, they themselves did not know this matter and thought that the Tian Congyun Sword was still enshrined in the shrine.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and smiled.

I came here this time to get the Tian Congyun Sword. Although I failed to get it in the end, I awakened the Dragon Blood by chance and created the Dragon Blood Martial Arts. I took the sword to improve my strength, but using it as a foreign object will eventually be in vain. It is better to awaken. The dragon's blood strengthens one's body, and only the power that is truly in hand is good.

It doesn't matter if you fail to take the sword, and it's the same with awakening dragon blood. They all improve your strength, and in the end, you end up with the same goal.

And didn’t I get a demon sword?

Lu Mingfei's eyes were sharp and he had an invisible aura surrounding him.

Lu Mingfei held the scabbard hilt of the demon sword Muramasa in each hand, and slowly pulled it out. The blade was as clean as new, free from dust, reflecting Lu Mingfei's golden vertical pupils.

Muramasa buzzed.

This is a manifestation of its thirst for blood and killing.

The reputation of the demon sword is not in vain. Muramasa is extremely murderous, and his desire for blood is like a wave that repeatedly washes away the consciousness of the sword holder. If it were a person with an ordinary will, or a mixed race, the murderous desire would have been aroused by the demon sword Muramasa. , became a puppet, controlled by him, and became a sword slave who only knew how to kill.

But unfortunately, it met Lu Mingfei.

Weird whispers rang in my ears.

A scarlet vision flashed before his eyes.

Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"Do whatever you want."

A sea of ​​​​blood loomed, and the murmurs and illusions were startled, just like a domestic dog encountering a tiger, whimpered, tucked its tail and ran away.

The buzzing sound of Demon Sword Muramasa suddenly stopped.

It changed its behavior and stayed quietly in Lu Mingfei's hands, as well-behaved as a pet.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

In this way, I can finally subdue this demonic sword.

So……

It's time to end.

Lu Mingfei returned the sword to its sheath.

…………

Deadpool poured out of the demon lair like a tide.

They pounced on the sword servant clan of Izumo Kingdom.

Under the command of Mai Shutoku, traps played a huge role. Ground traps, rope loops, and spikes greatly slowed down Deadpool's attack.

However, with Deadpool's terrifying physical strength, the damage that traps can cause is extremely limited, and at most it can only be injured, not even a dead Deadpool.

Mai Shutoku stood at the forefront, her cold eyes reflecting the ugly appearance of the Deadpools.

"Be prepared for close combat."

The sword servant in charge of contact nodded.

"yes!"

Soon, the members of the Sword Warrior clan got the news.

"It's about to happen."

"Is it my turn?"

I've heard how terrifying these monsters are since I was a kid, but today I wanted to take a closer look. "

A clan member is gearing up.

There were also people who were silent without saying a word, with worry and fear in their eyes.

"It's okay, kid."

The elder said with a smile beside them.

"Demons and ghosts are also human beings. Just like humans, they will die if they are killed."

"You must have some treasure that you cherish."

The eyes that originally contained concern were filled with a touch of tenderness.

He nodded heavily.

The elder laughed.

"Let me give you some advice."

“When you are afraid, think of the treasures you hold dear.”

"You can be fearless."

The noisy front line suddenly fell silent, and the tribesmen all turned their gazes. They were officially at war with the monsters.

"It's that adult!"

"Emperor's blood..."

"That's awesome!"

The members of the Sword Attendant clan were talking a lot, and the fighting spirit burning in their eyes became even more high-spirited.

"You can't just let the adults fight all by themselves!"

"We have to do our best!"

"Walk!"

"Isn't it just death? What are you afraid of!"

"Hahaha, Jiro, what you said is wrong. If you are too pessimistic, you will be abandoned by the gods. Cheer up, we are not bound to die!"

"In my opinion, he's just Deadpool. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Hahaha, you're right, isn't it Deadpool!"

Smiling and laughing, the tribesmen gradually lowered their faces and took deep breaths.

"It's about to happen."

"oh!"

At the forefront of the battlefield is Kazama Ruri.

He held off a large number of Deadpools by himself.

It is not a rock in the sea, but like a dam blocking the waves. Where Fengjian Liuli stands, no dead warrior can cross it.

This unforgettable handsome young man, the royal blood that the Sword Warrior clan has been waiting for for generations, the Dragon King of the fierce ghosts, and the eternal legend of the Japanese Cowherd world, single-handedly stopped the raging momentum of the Deadpool trend.

The members of the Sword Attendant clan looked here with fanatical eyes.

Even Shutoku Mai had a hint of shock in her eyes when she looked at Kazama Ruri.

Fengjian Liuli is too dazzling, maybe because of the imperial blood, or maybe something else. God seems to be particularly partial to this young man. Strength and beauty are perfectly integrated in him. Even bloody killings, in the hands of Fengjian Liuli, have an elegance. of beauty.

But in the final analysis, there is only one Kazama Ruri. Although Mai Shutoku was confident in her own strength, that was still in the field of stealth assassination. If it were a frontal attack, she would not be as good as Kazama Ruri.

What's more, now that the boss can't be contacted and the two legendary artifacts can't be summoned.

Mai Shutoku barely managed to guard the next section of the defense line to stop Deadpool, although the length of the defense line was not as good as Kazama Ruri.

The other members of the Sword Attendant clan also gritted their teeth and raised their eyebrows.

They have no way to retreat. If the first line of defense is broken, their relatives, children and elders guarding the rear will have to face the threat of Deadpool.

They want to stop the threat here.

Bet on a man's dignity.

The sword warrior clan broke out with a touching cohesion, and actually stopped the wave of dead warriors for a while.

But they are just hybrids after all.

Even if they have been guardians for generations, every member of the Swordsman clan has awakened to the dragon blood early.

But in the final analysis, they are still mixed races, and their bloodline density is not as high as that of Kazama Ruri and Lu Mingfei, and few can even be compared with Shutoku Mai.

"ah!"

Deadpool bit off the katana, and two more swords came out from the side, and threw down the sword warrior tribesman. A sharp scream passed through the sky. The pain in this voice made people frown and make their hair stand on end. .

"not good!"

The expressions of all the Sword Warrior clan members changed drastically.

If there is a hole in the defense line,

Deadpool drives straight in, and the people behind...

Immediately, someone rushed over desperately. The captain blew his whistle, and the knowledgeable tribesmen on the first line of defense changed their positions and quickly made up for the loopholes.

The precarious defense line regained stability.

But after that, similar situations happened again and again.

More and more tribesmen died tragically.

Compared with Deadpool, the hybrid's proud bloodline has no advantage. The hybrid is no match for Deadpool alone, not to mention that the hybrid is still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The defense formation has been modified repeatedly, and each member of the Sword Warrior tribe has exerted their respective abilities to the best of their abilities. However, sometimes the cold reality cannot tolerate miracles, and the first line of defense is crumbling under the impact of the Deadpool wave.

At that time, the backbone of the Sword Warriors will be completely exposed to the minions of the Deadpools.

Even Kazama Ruri, the Emperor's Blood Lord, is certainly very powerful, but once he is surrounded by Deadpool and there are deadly monsters on all sides, even the Emperor's Blood will be exhausted.

The captain roared angrily, his golden eyes widened, he bit off the strip of cloth and tied the handle to the hilt of the sword tightly, tying it with a tight knot.

There is another hole in the defense line.

Without time to grieve for his dead comrades, the captain had to face a choice.

We don't have enough manpower.

There is no longer a clan member who can step up to fill the loopholes.

Do you want to retreat to the rear?

The captain bit his teeth until they bled.

His relatives, his tribe, and the hope of all of them in the shrine.

Really... the only thing left is to retreat?

"Father!"

A childish cry was just around the corner.

The captain roared and pushed away Deadpool, then turned back angrily.

Sure enough, I saw that bastard.

"What are you doing here!"

"I forgot where you are guarding!"

"Go back to where you belong!"

The young man ignored him and ran to the top of the hole in the defense.

The captain's pupils shrank.

A Deadpool rushed towards him, roared and gave the young man a claw. He held his chest and backed away, coughing twice.

It turns out that my father is fighting such a monster.

"mess!"

The captain shouted angrily.

The young man grinned.

"Father, I am not alone."

Young tribesmen rushed forward one by one.

They are really young and inexperienced. They are still in middle school in the outside world, but now they are fighting monsters desperately.

"Uncle!"

"We can't just sit there and do nothing."

"Let's fight together."

The captain looked at these young faces and blinked.

He let out a breath.

"So, you are all prepared to die."

"certainly."

"definitely."

The captain smiled in relief.

Then he straightened his face.

"Then come on."

With the addition of young people at the rear, the defense has become stable again.

The young people cannot compare with the experienced seniors in terms of combat effectiveness, but they are better in numbers, coupled with frequent training and tacit cooperation on weekdays, they have finally pulled the battle back from the edge of the crumbling cliff.

But they alone are not enough.

New forces have joined the defense line.

They saw an old figure.

Some young people changed their expressions.

"grandfather!"

"Uncle!"

"Grandpa!"

"grandmother!"

Old people who were so old that they were losing their teeth brandished swords and joined the battle.

When the combat areas were initially allocated, despite the strong request of the old people to allow them to go to the battlefield, the captain and others still paid attention and assigned relatively safe guard areas to the old people.

Originally, if the war reached the area guarded by the old man, it would mean that the front line was completely occupied and the entire Sword Warrior clan was annihilated. In this case, the war could have been declared a failure, and the outcome would be the same whether the old man hid at home or went to the battlefield.

But now that the front line has not collapsed, the old people took the initiative to go to the battlefield. With their decaying bodies, what is the difference between such behavior and death.

the captain yelled.

"Go back to your seats!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"You know that all the plans have been disrupted by you!"

The old people laughed.

"Kid, don't tell us what to do here."

"Have you forgotten who taught you how to use the sword in the first place?"

"We still need your little brat to make irresponsible remarks when we do things!"

The captain's face turned red and white, but these old men were of high status, so he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, kid."

A dignified old man said.

"This is a war that determines the life and death of our family."

"Hide behind and watch you charge and wait for the final result."

"That's not our style."

"Since life and death depend on this battle."

"Let us old men do our best."

The captain was silent for a long time.

In the end, he could only smile bitterly.

Forget it.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Now it doesn't matter whether he is on the front or the rear.

The sword servant clan put all their strength on it.

It's life or death, it's a fight here.

This time, the number of hybrids and deadpools was finally equal, and even the swordsmen clan had the upper hand.

But they need time to adjust their formation and distribute their strength.

Deadpool won't give them time.

In other words, someone needs to take action to buy them time.

It is conceivable that this kind of thing will definitely lead to a narrow escape.

Old people, young people, soldiers, several groups of people can't stop arguing.

They are not pushing and giving, but snatching, and they all want to get in on their own.

"Leave it to us."

"They are all dying anyway."

Hoarseness is not like a human voice.

The elder ripped off his black robe, revealing a deformed body that was almost like that of Deadpool.

The cursed ones behind her also made the same move.

Their golden eyes were scorching hot, and the dragon's blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling, nourishing the nearly dead body.

The heart began to beat vigorously again, very powerfully.

The speed of distortion suddenly accelerated.

They are squeezing their own vitality, risking complete deformation or even death to burn out a glimmer of light for their people.

The elder looked back at Sister Jianshihua and Jianshilian.

There is no trace of human features in this monster's face.

The elder said nothing, let out a loud roar, and led his deformed tribesmen into the group of dead servants.

The two waves of monsters collided fiercely.