This is My Juggernaut Journey

Sure enough, I can't get along with this bastard!

Genichiro managed to hold back the urge to beat him violently in the pool of blood. The pain was unbearable and he felt that he had reached the limit. He was thinking about whether to let it go, but he heard Shuisheng coming from the opposite side, and the naked wolf went to the shore get dressed.

"Hmph, no matter how good you pretend, I will win in the end." Xianichiro raised his head lightly, snorted from his nasal cavity, and looked around, there were not many people at the moment.

There is no need for Miyamoto Musashi, a lunatic who is taciturn and dedicated to pursuing the highest level of swordsmanship, to compete with him. Genichiro comforted himself in his heart, waiting to see the edge of the blood pool in the distance.

wow——

He stood up immediately, with a tense face, and went ashore in shame and annoyance.

There is an area for female guests, and there is a petite figure with her long hair coiled around the 'ball', with her head hanging down, and she is sleeping soundly!

Just when everyone other than Bianruozi couldn't bear it, Yuxian also slowly opened his eyes, which made Yongzhen's face a little gloomy.

"Time is up?"

"Well, it's almost time to go, don't worry, I have adjusted the time flow to 5:1, even if I go for ten years, Wei Ming will only have two years, maybe I will be back in two days." Yu Xian lightly He stood up with a smile and put on the blue haori.

The greater the ratio of time to flow, the greater the difficulty. 5:1 is just a very suitable range, so as not to throw Weiming and others too far.

"The concubine can rest easy." Yong Zhen finally smiled, and quietly straightened Yu Xian's clothes, "Then I wish you long luck in martial arts."

"Okay." Yuzuru took two steps back. This time he will choose the conditions for crossing, so there must be a reserved time, but before he speaks, Sekiro has already run over.

He didn't speak, raised his hand and threw a wine jug, and said silently: "Thank you!"

Sekiro gave away all the "worship tears", and now he has nothing but wine.

Yuzuru was taken aback, knowing how difficult it is for a reserved wolf to express his gratitude, he couldn't help laughing, turned around and shouted:

"Activate the shuttle skill and start screening!"

A unique aura was released, which was the same 'stink' that both Xiazongguo and Yinglong had.

"Use this aura as the starting point, shuttle!"

Right in front of Yongzhen and Sekiro, Yuzuru's body quickly blurred, and they saw the swordsman open the jug and take a sip.

puff!

Tired away, impassioned.

"Only pay for the wine in this life! After drinking—"

The figure was blurred, only the long singing echoed above the sea of ​​blood.

"Put on Tsing Yi and swim in the Flame Sea!"

PS: I really like the lyrics of the last two sentences, please vote.

Chapter 390 The Seventh Swordsman from Ancient Times

The night was getting dark, and the hazy moonlight was also covered by thick clouds. It should have been a dark sky, but under the light of human creation, it was as bright as day.

Brightly lit buildings, pearl-like street lamps, and cars moving fast on the concrete road.Because of this light, the human beings who should have returned home a hundred years ago to create human beings are still flowing. The streets are full of people, stopping in front of each beautiful window. The night city is more vibrant than the daytime.

Right on the commercial street, there are white-collar workers in fashionable clothes carrying shopping bags, JK who is haggling with well-dressed staff, drunken alcoholics, street performers playing guitar, even though the big screen in the small square shows that it is ten o'clock in the evening, noisy The voice still did not weaken by half.All kinds of people walked through the street, turned their heads and saw the young man in Tsing Yi under the street lamp, and all cast strange glances.

"Hey? Is there a crew filming a period drama today?"

"No way, why didn't I see the camera. But this little guy is pretty handsome, do you want to strike up a conversation?"

"I hate it!"

Passers-by were whispering. Fortunately, mobile phones were not advanced at this time, otherwise they would have to be photographed and posted online.

Even though people in the city wear weird clothes, and even have mohawk hair, hot girl makeup and other weird things, but the roadside boy is still eye-catching.He was wearing a gray kendo uniform with a green haori on the outside, an 'open door' on his left waist, and a 'worship tear' on his back. It's no wonder that such an ancient costume is regarded as a period drama.But if you look closely, his aura is different from that of the actor, and it feels natural.

'Where is this? '

Yuxian, who was surrounded by people, was in a daze. He was already 12 energized and ready to fight. What he never expected to see were bright lights and bustling crowds. All these made him familiar and strange. He saw a familiar face on the big screen opposite. The ghost is talking, if it is not marked in Japanese, he thought he had gone home.

Blinking, he had never seen so many people in several world travels, when he heard the whistle, he turned his head and saw a few people in police uniforms running towards them.

At night, someone wearing ancient clothes and carrying two real knives looked suspicious no matter what. Those who had something to do went to the police immediately, but the patrolman pushed away the crowded crowd and saw nothing, but the street lamp next to it was flickering because of the electric light.. .....

Yuzuru didn't want to cause trouble, let alone kill people inexplicably, so he simply avoided it, but the speed was too fast and the people around thought he was dazzled.

"He came to the modern age." He had already jumped to the platform on the fifth floor, and finally recovered from the shock when he saw the bustling crowd below. Over time, both thinking and habits have become ancient.

'It is estimated that I will not be able to use a remote control board now. '

With a wry smile, maybe this is the price of becoming stronger. He stared at the night view of the city, his expression getting more and more exciting.

You're cheating, now don't talk about identity substitution, there is no such thing as a world introduction?

The system didn't tell him where he was, probably because Yuxian took the initiative to screen the world. After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion from the big screen just now.

'That person should be the President of the United States, Clinton, who can't control his trousers, that is to say, I am in Japan in the 90s? '

It's okay, it's a stage better than when it was Demon Slayer: Blade.

Yuzuru leaned against the wall and thought for a moment. There are more than thousands of worlds in this time period. As long as he confirms the specific location, he can quickly reverse it, and one thing is certain:

That guy is definitely in this worldline.

I don't know where the 'God' is. When he first entered the world, Yuzuru of course understood that the most important thing is to hide himself. If he escaped, he would have to waste a lot of time doing tasks before he could leave.