A foreigner's journey

Tsuruga camouflage is walking on a mountain road that has been renovated and paved with precious stone slabs. The mountain road has been widened at least three times to accommodate a larger number of pedestrians.

The trees on both sides of the road are lush and lush. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves and forms dots of light on the steps of the mountain road. The sounds of birds and insects are endless.

It's a nice sunny day.

Thousands of black witches followed her silently. Although they were silent and speechless, they exuded an invisible and strange sense of oppression. Even the sword-protecting monks of the Sword Guard Temple did not dare to look directly at these beautiful black witches, let alone Talking about the spectators who came to Hujian Temple to watch the battle.

The pressure comes not only from the black mikos themselves, but also from the identical long red sheath swords hung on their waists.

【Thousand Swords·铩】, a divine weapon blessed by the gods and reforged according to legend.

It's not that there are some extremely vicious thugs who take desperate measures to seize even a thousand-sword weapon from the hands of these seemingly weak black witches, but even murderous bandits or mature swordsmen who have been immersed in swordsmanship for decades will not be able to survive in front of them. I can't stand the second move against these black witches, that is to say——

Instant kill.

The sword's light was eerie and crisp, and both its strength and accuracy were comparable to the best sword masters in the world.

The backgrounds and origins of these black witches have been carefully investigated. They are all poor girls who were abducted, sold or even kidnapped to the mansions of high-ranking shogunate officials, tortured and then abandoned. It is certain that they are outstandingly beautiful, but to Those senior officials of the shogunate were the first to not believe it when it was said that the force was powerful.

This can explain that it was the god [Susano'o] who generously gave blessings to his black mikos - [Strength] and [Weapons].

This undoubtedly greatly increased people's faith in gods and their desire for the blessings that the final winner of the competition would receive.

Not only the black mikos, but also the carriers of Shikizaki Kiki's Sword whose whereabouts were known, such as Qiu Nanshi, Qiang Baibing, Xiaogangbi, Qiguchi Shamei, etc., were also violently attacked to varying degrees.

But without exception, these people are all heroes among heroes. Either neatly or cruelly and bloodthirsty, they wiped out all hostile offensives and arrived at Sheozhishan Sword Guard Temple safely. That's right, how can a mediocre person control the sword of Shikisaki?

For them, this is just an appetizer before the war, a simple and boring [warm-up exercise].

Sheozai Mountain is much larger than Izumo Mountain, which makes the mountain path extremely long. Even strong men who have been exercising all year round will be out of breath climbing the long steps. However, these black shrine maidens did not breathe heavily at all, and even Not even a drop of sweat was left behind.

When walking near the top of the mountain, Tsuruga Camouflage suddenly stopped, and the black miko maidens behind her also stopped in unison at the same time.

Not far in front of her, on the upper stairs, stood a man with an extraordinary appearance.

This person has a woman's beauty, wearing a luxurious swordsman's outfit, with an indifferent expression, long white curly hair hanging down to her waist, and holding a paper umbrella in her hand.

There is a long knife hanging on his waist. The scabbard is a dreamlike translucent color with dots of patterns on it, which is extremely beautiful.

Japan's strongest swordsman, Qiang Baibing, [Thin Sword and Needle]!

"...It's amazing that I can feel the [power] in you that is definitely not that of a swordsman."

His voice is clear but his tone is old-fashioned. Just like the person, Qiang Baibing is a swordsman who pursues the old-school style.

"Do you want to play a game before the big game? I don't care, it's just a warm-up." Tsuruga Camouflage looked indifferent.

"No, I would rather win the duel with dignity on the field, under the witness of the gods."

Qiang Baibing slowly shook his head and raised his umbrella to block the sunlight above his head:

"Having seen the strangeness of [Black Witch], I will be more confident about the next battle. Master of the Camouflage Palace, let's have a happy showdown on the field."

After that, he turned around and left, holding up his umbrella, and disappeared at the end of the stairs with a few leaps.

The elusive man... Tsuruga Camouflage tilted his head, still did not raise his steps and continued to move forward, but looked deep into the woods:

"Have you looked at it long enough?"

Sand... As the trees swayed, Qin Qishi's figure as fragile and delicate as porcelain appeared on the roadside, with a pair of beautiful big eyes quietly looking at the Tsuruga camouflage.

"you……"

Just as Tsuruga Camouflage was about to say something, he was suddenly frightened and subconsciously jumped back a step, sweat dripping from his forehead.

In her perception, the woman in front of her was no longer a fragile vase, but a rising black sun that was huge enough to cover the sky. Every black prominence that spilled out carried endless malice.

The woman in front of me actually knows how to use the [power] given by Lord Heather! ?

The huge black sun disk completely covered the sky, and everything around it became dark. You could no longer hear any birds chirping and insects. You even felt that the surrounding trees and steps under your feet were distorting into exaggerated and weird arcs. This It was the thoughts that were at extremely different levels that were eroding and distorting her five senses.

Swish, swish, swish! Without waiting for Tsuruga Camouflage's instructions, the thousands of black mikos pulled out the Thousand Swords from their waists and pointed them at Yu Nanami from a distance. At the same time, the mental energy on their bodies began to rise steadily, resonating with the [Sentoru] in their hands. .

The mental energy of thousands of black mikos gathered together and transferred it to the Thousand Swordsman in Tsuruga Camouflage's hands. This alleviated the situation where Tsuruga Camouflage was suppressed by the mental energy, but the confrontation became increasingly urgent.

Just when the battle was about to break out, Rong Qishi suddenly sighed:

"Are you his black miko? You are such boring subordinates, no different from weeds."

The thought energy was suddenly recovered by her, and the huge black sun disk dissipated from the sky in the eyes of the black witches. The sky became clear again, and the chirping of birds and insects echoed in her ears again.

Tsuruga wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his vision returned to normal, only to find that the figure of Nishiki had disappeared from his eyes.

A black witch stepped forward: "Master of the Camouflage Palace, that is..."

"Yan Qishi, the sister of the current head of Kyūdōryu, was the strongest in Japan twenty years ago."

Tsuruga Camouflage put the Thousand Swordsman back into the scabbard on his waist:

"What is certain is that she has also been recognized by [that adult]... What a terrifying qualification. It feels like it is not on the same level."

Although Nanami had a bad attitude from beginning to end, Tsuruga Camouflage did not feel any resentment or dissatisfaction towards her. On the contrary, she was happy that the Lord God had conquered such a powerful subordinate.

Black witches are blessed people who are allowed to fall in love with the gods. They have decided to devote everything and even their souls to the gods.

This [Swordsmanship Showdown before the Gods] will inevitably proceed according to the will of the gods.