The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 583 The Sword Song of the Wind
Li Changan was walking on the streets of Tokyo in the dark night, Macbeth separated from him at the crossroads, and went to the two strongholds of the Tokyo Spiritual Society respectively.

The streets of Tokyo at night are full of people. No matter what terrible things happen during the day, they still have to work hard to survive. They still go to work, work, drink, and eat, just like all ordinary people in this world.

Bright neon lights, flickering crowds, strangers without any communication, walking on such streets will produce a feeling of loneliness for no reason.

Li Changan walked to An Cao Shrine, one of the five major shrines in Tokyo.

The person in charge of the management of the shrine has already left work, and it is extremely quiet inside, but behind the wooden door, several monk-like people are carrying water and sweeping the floor, looking peaceful.

Li Changan strode in, the monks looked up in surprise, and then bowed to him: "I'm sorry for the guests, visitors are no longer entertained."

"I'm here to see the people from the Tokyo Soul Ascension Club!" Li Changan said without emotion.

The expressions of the monks changed, and two of them closed the gate directly, and then there was a whistling sound, and the broom in the other monk's hand shot backwards and hit the bronze bell outside the shrine.

The bell rang, and the Ancao Shrine was full of people. Hundreds of people of various colors suddenly appeared like that. They seemed to have been on guard for a long time, and the one walking in the front was a shirtless, strong man with a height of at least two meters.

This giant-like man was holding a jug in his left hand, and a strange-shaped weapon on his right shoulder, like a hook or a long knife, shining brightly.

"Baga Yalu..." The strong man's low voice was somewhat disdainful: "Who dares to break into this place!"

Li Changan despised this kind of simple-minded, well-developed enemies the most. He pointed to the sky, and those people followed his fingers to look up.

Dabai spread his wings and appeared from the clouds. When he swooped down, he blocked all the neon lights outside, and the entire shrine became dark.

"Strange, monster..." A few timid ones were already shaking their legs.

The giant man threw away the jug, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he waved the strange blade on his right shoulder: "Well, this kind of monster is most suitable for killing and drinking. I am the captain of the third division of the Spiritual Society. Cyanwood Mountain Sea."

This Qingmu Shanhai patted his own blade: "This is my old buddy, 'Night Crying Mantis', you are Li Changan, right? I have long wanted to find you and cut off your head with my own hands."

He was still talking proudly when a huge sword thundered down from a high altitude, passed directly in front of his head, cut off his only braid, and then plunged into the bluestone in the shrine courtyard with a bang.

Aoki Shanhai hugged his Night Crying Mantis Blade, took a step back in shock, and with a clatter, the severed braids fell to the ground.

For a samurai, this is a great humiliation.

Qingmu Shanhai roared at the Baga Yalu, waved the Night Crying Mantis and rushed up, he ran up three steps, and stared at the ground with both feet, the strength of his whole body plus the weight of the Night Crying Mantis created a blue blade shadow , the light of the sword advances in a straight line, which is exactly the meaning of the one-slash in Japanese sword art.

Li Changan grasped the hilt of the huge sword, sneered and drew the sword.

The sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and it has the air of a king. This giant sword of the First Emperor, which has been passed down for more than 2000 years, is even stained with the blood of countless people.

As Li Changan drew his sword, the entire shrine buzzed, and the stunned Summoning Society warriors took a step back subconsciously, forgetting to follow the leader to charge.

Li Chang'an's huge sword was raised horizontally, and the wind blew up.

"Tianfengrou..." His voice rang in everyone's ears calmly, the gust of wind suddenly stopped, leaving only the breeze.

Qingmu Shanhai's body suddenly stopped in this gentle wind, his speed was so astonishing, but at this moment he was frozen like a puppet.

No, it's not that it's frozen, but that my arms and legs have been separated from my body, and my limbs continue to move forward under the action of kinetic energy, while my body stays in place ridiculously.

Aoki Shanhai was confused for a moment, is this an illusion or a demon?Why is the breeze blowing past my ears so gentle?

The sky is soft!The most beautiful move in the Fenglinshanhuo sword technique, the breeze blowing past the enemy's ear is like a lover's whisper, or like a beauty's most tender kiss.

Li Changan stood with his sword closed, looking at the Cyanwood Mountains and Seas who had fallen into a dream and lost their limbs, he lightly flicked a drop of blood off the blade.

"Okay, good swordsmanship..." Qingmu Shanhai praised with a smile, his great head flew up with the last gust of breeze, and the bloody arrows sprayed from his neck went straight up into the sky.

"Ah!" The remaining warriors howled and screamed, rushing towards Li Changan in confusion.

"When you go to hell, you can make it clear that the one who took your heads today is Taixuan Li Chang'an!" The man held his sword and sang.

"Fast as the wind!" With a long cry, the wind swept across the entire shrine like an arrow. From left to right, in the space of 15 meters, no one could be seen anymore, only the wind-like sword energy.

The gust of wind comes and goes, but the sword energy is lingering.

Human voices, screams.

Bloody light, fly up.

When everything returned to calm, Li Changan swung his giant sword, and blood beads bloomed like cherry blossoms.

Dabai grabbed the clean giant sword with his claws, and flew into the clouds again.

Li Changan turned and left without even looking at the scene.

It wasn't until he closed the gate again that the samurai from the Tokyo Spiritual Society in this shrine lay down together, their blood was still hot, but their bodies were already cold.

In one night, he picked three strongholds in a row and beheaded 360 seven Samurai of the Summoning Society, including a captain of the third team.

Li Changan's retaliation was also as quick as a gust of wind, silent and ruthless.

In a small courtyard in Tokyo with beautiful scenery, Zhao Wuji angrily smashed everything in front of him.

"Mr. Zhao, please put away your anger, this is not someone you and I can deal with." The man in black from the Soul-calling Club on the opposite side sighed: "Our Soul-calling Club lost the entire third division overnight. , this is the first time, sorry, we are quitting."

"Quit?" Zhao Wuji's eyes were red: "I'm helping you defend Tokyo and your hometown. You tell me to quit?"

The man in black straightened up, shook his head and smiled wryly: "We can't bear this kind of loss. Moreover, Princess Chiyoko threatened His Majesty the Emperor with her own life. Your Majesty has already ordered that the Spiritualist Society should not take any further action."

After saying these words coldly, the man in black turned and left without any hesitation. When he reached the door, he turned around and said coldly: "Or if we withdraw, Li Changan will not attack us. Beautiful Tokyo, bear it!" Suffering is enough, Mr. Zhao, please leave here and find a place for yourself."

Watching the man in black leave, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth: "Fucking Japanese devils, I knew you were unreliable."

He wiped the blood dripping from his face, looked at the terrifying face in the mirror, and angrily grabbed a maid from the conjurer's club beside him, and directly bit off the girl's throat.

Zhao Wuji's anger was eased only after the warm blood with a fishy smell entered his mouth.

He dropped the maid and spit out a mouth full of blood, as if he had gained a little strength again.

"Let's evacuate. This place was provided by the Spiritualist Society. It's not safe now." Zhao Wuji calmed down and ordered his subordinates.

"What about that woman?" One of his subordinates stepped back several meters carefully before he dared to ask.

"Take Hu Yaxin and go to the people of the Holy See!" Zhao Wuji simply ordered, put on a yaksha mask, shook his gorgeous robe, and retreated into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)