A foreigner's journey

Although he was required to answer within three seconds, Jiu'er remained silent.

It's not that she is arrogant and would rather start a fight than answer, but that she can't answer or speak out.

Say even one word and you will die.

If you move even a small step, you will die.

Like a frog being stared at by a snake, Jiu'er found it extremely difficult to even breathe at this moment under the constant "malice" emanating from Tsuruga's camouflage.

Tsuruga's camouflage blade was gradually pulled out of the scabbard, and the cold reflection of the blade could already be seen.

"Jiu'er doesn't need to fight! You can't go down the mountain either!"

At this time, Qihua stood in front of Jiu'er and said loudly.

The invisible malice was firmly blocked, and Jiu'er was finally able to breathe. She lay behind Qihua and gasped for air, sweat dripping down her face.

"Ruan Qihua, are you serious?"

Tsuruga Camouflage has completely pulled out the long sword from the scabbard. She holds the scabbard at her waist with one hand and the handle of the knife with the other hand, pointing the tip of the knife diagonally towards the ground, her tone is cold:

"Or are you looking down on this Santu Shrine? Are you looking down on my Tsuruga camouflage?"

Shichika was so shocked by the opponent's terrifying malice that she even leaned back slightly, but immediately straightened her posture and opened up her stance, which was exactly the posture of the Void Sword Style - [Narcissus].

"I don't mean to look down on you. I can even say that you are the strongest enemy I have ever seen. But Jiu'er is the master of my 'virtual sword'. I will bear all the pressure and all the battles." , she is only responsible for using her tactics to wield me, so she doesn’t need to fight.”

Qihua was also covered in cold sweat, but he did not fear or flinch. Instead, he took a step forward:

"Similarly, the knife cannot be wielded without its owner, so she cannot go down the mountain. Neither option is valid, and the question and answer is invalid! Come on, I will be your opponent!"

"Qihua..." Jiu'er stared blankly at Qihua's broad back.

Suddenly, she made up her mind, grabbed Qihua's belt and shouted: "I don't want Qian Dao Ling anymore, let's retreat first! Come on, let's go together!"

Even Jiuer, who was not familiar with martial arts, could see that Shichika was no match for the Tsuruga Camouflage in front of him. The other party's power seems to be firmly restraining all humans and even intelligent creatures.

"It's too late." Qihua didn't look back, but her muscles were bulging to maintain a posture ready to attack at any time.

Only then did Jiu'er realize that many black witches had appeared around him. They were standing quietly and expressionlessly in the forest, on the stairs, on the roof, in the square, in the shadows... they were everywhere.

The way out has been completely blocked.

It seemed that every black shrine maiden conveyed [malice] similar to Tsuruga's camouflage, instantly frightening countless birds in the dense forest above Izumo Mountain.

Just when Jiu'er was about to be crushed by this terrifying pressure, a sneer suddenly sounded.

I saw Tsuruga Camouflage couldn't help laughing, and the terrible malice disappeared immediately.

The surrounding black witches also quietly dispersed, and Santu Shrine returned to its former tranquility.

Snap, Jiuer's feet went limp and he sat down on the stone slab under the torii gate, sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water.

Shichika was not much better. He no longer felt any hostility from Tsuruga Camouflage, and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"I thought about it and what you said seems to make sense."

Tsuruga Camouflage put the sword into its scabbard, tilted his head and looked at Nanaka and Jiuer:

"Then you two have passed. Come in. If you are sweating and being agitated by the cold wind, you will have a fever."

With that said, she turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Qihua and Jiuer looked at each other, and the latter nodded. At this point, it is impossible to retreat. We can only continue to move forward one step at a time.

……………………

In the main hall, Jiu'er and Qihua sat upright on the guest cushions and looked around.

The brown-black floor is clean and tidy, and you can even see the reflection of human faces and light. The sunlight shines from the top window, making the temperature warm in the Mao month.

Behind Tsuruga's camouflage seat, there is a huge, lifelike portrait of Sumizhan Mingzun.

Suzhan Mingzun is also known as ‘Susano’o’.

In the painting, the God of Storms holds a gorgeous magatama sword high in his left arm. His upper body is bare, with ribbons wrapped around his shoulders. His black hair is flying like flames, and his right arm is broken at shoulder level. Both the characters and the background are exquisitely drawn, except for one thing——

The gods in the painting have no faces.

There are only two evil eyes where the face should be, and they seem to be looking back at the viewer no matter what angle they look at.

"So, you are here to collect [Thousand Blades]?"

The sound of Tsuruga's camouflage brought Jiu'er back to reality from the painting. The latter cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"Although it was initially the task of the shogunate to collect the twelve completed variant swords of Shikisaki Chronicles from all over Japan, but I have to say that the 'god's arrival' incident that occurred at Santu Shrine in Yundai Mountain was actually dealt with. It messed up my plan. Please allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Jiu'er, and I am the shogunate's prefecture..."

She stopped abruptly before she finished speaking, because Tsuruga Camouflage opposite raised his right hand to signal Jiu'er to stop for a moment.

"Izumo has extraterritorial jurisdiction. Santu Shrine is the territory of the gods and not the jurisdiction of the secular world. Can you agree with what I say, Kishi?"

"...That's right."

"I can understand your determination and hard work in traveling all over the country to find the Shikisaki Chronicle's Transformed Sword, but there is no way the [Thousand Sword Blades] can be handed over to you or the shogunate."

"how do I say this?"

"Because Santu Shrine has dedicated the [Thousand Swordsman] to the great Susanoo God."

When Susano'o was mentioned, Tsuruga Camouflage's cool voice clearly brought out a fanatical atmosphere:

"The god accepted our tribute, and in return he blessed us. Want a thousand-sword sword? Sorry, there is no 'ownerless' thousand-sword sword in this world anymore. Shikizaki Chronicles No. 12 The transforming knife should be changed to 'Eleven' in the future."

"But isn't it true that what you are holding is Thousand Blades?" Qihua suddenly said.

As a 'swordsman' and a 'sword', he could feel that the long red sheath sword in Tsuruga camouflage placed on the floor beside him gave him a feeling similar to that of a 'defeat sword' and a 'cutting sword'.

"Yeah?"

Tsuruga Camouflage drawled his voice, gently picked up the long red sheath sword, and while stroking the scabbard, he looked at Shichika. The red eyeshadow on both sides of his eyes looked particularly evil at this time:

"Would you like to take another look?"

The feeling has changed! It no longer has the feeling of being somewhere between a demon sword and a demon blade like Shikizaki Kiki's modified sword. At this time, the sword in Tsuruga's camouflage hand has become majestic and majestic!

This is definitely not a sword that can be forged in the human world. It is a weapon made by the gods themselves. It’s really true——

[God-made weapons]!