Iceberg President's personal expert

"Grand Priest!"

Makigaki shouted anxiously and quickly galloped in the direction of Kitagawa Haruo.

"Your opponent is me."

A sharp sword energy shot out, causing Makigaki's expression to change, and he quickly dodged to one side.

Tsukishima Chiyuki held the demon sword Muramasa, and stopped in front of Makigaki. She said with great interest: "Kitagawa Haruo seems to be no match for Master Wusao. It seems that the great priest of Ise Shrine is going to fall today." This is the place.”

"The evil words are misleading the public. The Great Priest is the most powerful man in Japan. How could he be defeated by monsters like you?" Zhen Muyuan shouted angrily, with a ferocious look on his face.

"Monster? Today, no one from your four major palaces can even think of leaving this place alive."

Tsukishima Chiyuki's expression was cold, and she suddenly turned into a black beam of light, fighting towards Makigaki.

"Master Posuo is so powerful, today is the day when the palace will be destroyed."

Many strong men from the Demon God Religion were inspired by the sword of the Whispering Shikigami, and their fighting spirit suddenly became intense, and they started to fight crazily towards the Grand Master of the Shrine in front of them.

The scene became intense again.

Kitagawa Chunsheng coughed twice, vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood again, took out a medicine bottle from his arms with his right hand, crushed the medicine bottle directly, and stuffed the elixir into his mouth.

As the elixir entered his stomach, Beichuan Chunsheng's pale face suddenly turned rosy.

"You managed to survive a blow from the magic knife. It turned out that the Eight-foot Mirror saved your life."

The Whispering God held a magic knife in his hand and walked slowly from a distance, looking at Kitagawa Chunsheng's chest.

A white mirror was placed on Kitagawa Chunsheng's chest, blocking most of the sword energy released by the magic sword.

Kitagawa Chunsheng gritted his teeth and held the eight-foot mirror in his hand.

I saw that the eight-foot mirror that was originally emitting bright light was now much dimmer.

What shocked Kitagawa Chunsheng the most was that a crack appeared on the surface of the eight-foot mirror.

Although this crack is very small, it is difficult to detect the existence of this crack unless you observe carefully.

But as the current owner of the Eight-foot Mirror, Kitagawa Chunsheng clearly noticed the damage to the Eight-foot Mirror.

"You actually hurt the Eight-foot Mirror. What kind of sword is that in your hand? Even a shikigami can't hurt the Eight-foot Mirror."

Kitagawa Chunsheng swallowed his throat and roared ferociously, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The Eight-foot Mirror is one of Japan's three great artifacts, but it is an artifact left behind by the gods and is indestructible.

Kitagawa Chunsheng once tested the hardness of the eight-foot mirror. Even other artifacts could not leave a trace on the eight-foot mirror.

Now, with a mediocre blow from the magic knife, a crack was cut out of the mirror.

This was unacceptable to Kitagawa Chunsheng.

"The eight-foot mirror? It's just an ordinary artifact, but a group of ants actually treat it as a treasure. Under my king's magic sword, even the body of a god cannot withstand the power of the magic sword."

Whispering God's expression was indifferent, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"Demon sword? Yamata no Orochi's artifact?" Kitagawa Chunsheng's expression changed, and he guessed the origin of the magic sword.

"I realize now that it's already too late. It's your highest honor to surrender yourself and die under the magic sword."

Jie Jie, the whirling god, smiled and said, the true energy in his body poured into the magic sword, and the terrifying evil energy burst out again, slashing towards Beichuan Chunsheng.

Kitagawa Chunsheng gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his body. He made a secret with both hands and used all his strength to activate the eight-foot mirror, pouring all the true energy in his body into the eight-foot mirror.

In an instant, the eight-foot mirror emitted bright light and floated above Beichuan Chunsheng's head. The bright light on the mirror reflected on the ruins.

A bright white beam of light shines out from the eight-foot mirror and suddenly blasts away at the galloping black sword energy.

The blazing white light beam seemed to contain endless heat, and the surrounding space began to distort under the bombardment of the white light beam.

As the white beam of light and the black sword energy collided together, the two forces blended with each other, blooming with dazzling light.

Boom!

The white beam of light released by the eight-foot mirror was directly smashed to pieces by the black sword energy.

The remaining sword energy rushed from a distance and struck directly on the eight-foot mirror.

There was a crisp collision sound from the eight-foot mirror, and then it was slashed by the magic knife and flew out, hitting the ground.

Beichuan Chunsheng was shocked. The backlash from the artifact made Beichuan Chunsheng spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his whole person was extremely depressed.

"That's not how the Eight-foot Mirror is used. This kind of auxiliary artifact also wants to resist the power of the magic sword head-on? It's really ridiculous."

Whispering God's eyes were full of sarcasm.

The sharpness of the magic sword is unmatched by anyone.

As the natal artifact of Yamata no Orochi, even among the gods, there are few artifacts that can compete with it.

Even if there is, it is the natal artifact of the major gods. How can it be left in the palace for these mortals to use?

If the gods don't come out, who can resist the power of the magic sword?

"Kashima-kun, no, we're in big trouble now."

Yun Gu Shiraishi's face was gloomy, and he sent a message to Kashima Jiyin not far away: "Kitagawa Chunsheng is going to be defeated. The demon sword in the hand of this whirling god is not something we can resist."

"Ready to withdraw!"

Kashima Jiyin took a deep breath, glanced at the Demon God in front of him, and sent a message to Yungu Shiraishi.

Faced with the sword of the Whispering Shikigami, even Kashima Jiyin had the intention of retreating.

If the spirit does not come out, who can resist the power of this magic sword?

"Want to escape? None of you can escape today."

The Demon God looked at the expression on Kashima Jiyin's face and guessed that he wanted to escape. With a movement of his body, he blocked Kashima Jiyin's retreat.

Kashima Jiyin narrowed his eyes, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and the eight-foot magatama on his body began to become hot.

Just when he was about to use his killing move to repel the Demon God, the Whispering God slowly raised the Demonic Sword in his hand.

"It's time to end. Use your blood to sacrifice the magic sword to welcome the return of my king."

The Whispering God looked fanatical, his voice was high, and the true energy in his body poured into the magic knife crazily.

Boom!

A deafening whistling sound came from the magic knife, flying directly from the hand of the Whispering God, floating above everyone's heads.

Rich black light bloomed from the magic knife and quickly spread to the surroundings.

In an instant, this black light enveloped an area of ​​tens of thousands of meters in radius.

The wronged souls in the magic knife roared out at this moment, flying in the demonic realm formed by black light, and their unruly laughter resounded in everyone's hearts.

A terrifying pressure suppressed all the masters of the Shrine.

Kashima Jiyin felt the evil aura coming from the surrounding black light, and his expression suddenly changed.