The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Really nice speed, both sides.

Gojo Satoru simply pulled out a chair with armrests from the ticket checking room, sat on it with Erlang's legs crossed, and watched the boy on the other side play with the curse spirit.

Although it was just a curse spirit that had just touched the threshold of the super class, but it was so easy, it seemed that Sasuke's strength was stronger than he imagined.

Kusakabe Takuya's arm has been fixed by himself with a grin. Now, except for the exhaustion of the magic power and some wounds corroded by the magic power on his legs, the whole person is actually in good condition.

He leaned against a gate and stared blankly at the fight on the other side.

"Amazing... that child..."

"That's it!" Gojo Gojo said proudly, "He's my shikigami~"

"Eh--"

The dusty young man seemed to have finally realized what was wrong, and raised his head in surprise.

"So am I not mistaken? That child is indeed a..." Curse spirit?

"Human." Gojo Satoru held his chin, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "If you say he is a curse spirit, be careful not to be killed."

"...Yes, I understand."

Kusakabe Takuya, today is also a day to be cautious about survival.

As Gojo Satoru saw, Sasuke on the other side is really relaxed now, but he is not a magic spirit in front of "playing", but hopes to take this opportunity to test himself as a "false" magic power user. How much damage the curse can do.

He has never heard what Qing Shuiyan said about the new Xiaoyan first-level spell standard. It seems to be a set of theories within the magician. For him, it cannot be said that it is useless, but it is indeed dispensable.

Maybe it's because of the special level, the curse spirit in front of him doesn't look so sharp.

Its head looked like a squeezed and deformed human face, with seven or eight eyes, elongated and protruding from the nose to a bird's beak, covered with a layer of hard bone.

The neck is long, covered with scale-like dirty purple feathers, swelling up to the torso, and then connected to a slender tail covered with feathers of the same color.

It also has a pair of wings with sharp bony spurs at the end and stubby legs. Just now, the curse spirit folded its wings and lay down behind the stairwell with a big mouth, ready to attack the spell that wanted to rescue Takuya Kusakabe division.

"Although he has gained some brains, he didn't even hide his mouth well," Sasuke threw the hapless conjurer to Wujo Satoru's side, and jumped out with a kick.

"I always feel that if you try a knife, the knife will cry!"

He slashed at the tail that was thrown like a whip by the curse spirit.

The seemingly soft tail and the sword collided, but there was a sound like metal colliding.

Sasuke used his strength to leap back, leaving only a shallow knife mark on the curse spirit's tail, with a little dark blood oozing out.

Is it true that simple physical skills won't work?

The mantra, which looked like a bird but not a bird, had completely entered the hall, with its wings folded by its legs, it suddenly shot towards Sasuke without warning.

Even faster than before!

Kusakabe Takuya nervously grabbed the trousers on his legs, and then pulled to the corroded wound, gasping for breath in pain.

The wound he caused to the curse spirit has basically disappeared, and he himself was used as bait by the curse spirit because he was exhausted in order to block the blow.

It is probably because of this action that the few corpses yesterday became as tragic as if they were hit by a high-speed train.

Sasuke's eyes were fixed on the curse spirit. Although the opponent was not human, Sharingan could still capture every muscle tremor and make accurate predictions.

Although it is fast, it is not an unavoidable action.

Uchiha is not just good eyesight. The physique that can carry Sharingan makes them have a higher upper limit than ordinary ninjas. In theory, as fast as their eyes can see, they can move as fast as they can.

It's just that if you go on a rampage like this foolishly, it's not even as good as patience.

While dodging the curse spirit, the long knife on the assistant's hand was also covered with bright purple arcs, and slashed towards the curse spirit's tail.

This time, the chakra-covered Taidao easily cut through the tail of the curse spirit rushing past, and stopped less than ten centimeters from the ground, only the sword wind blowing away the fine dust on the ground.

"...kill...pain...relief..."

The curse spirit shattered the concrete pillar in front of Wutiao Wu, then howled in pain, rolled and flapped its wings, and stumbled off the ground.

"Not bad, so the wings are not for decoration."

Gojo Satoru on the other side frowned slightly.

"Cover your ears with spell power," he said to those around him.

No lower limit spells can block tangible attacks, but it is difficult to block invisible influences.

The cry of this curse spirit is probably the real spell. When he heard it, he was affected for a moment, and he couldn't help recalling the darkest and most painful moment in his life.

On the other hand, Kusakabe Takuya even felt that he was so sad that he could meet death immediately.

Hearing Gojo Satoru's words, he suddenly came back to his senses, realized that he had been affected by the spell, and hurriedly followed suit, only to lose that disheartened feeling.

Sasuke was also a little dazed, thinking of that night, but soon came back to his senses, and even laughed.

"Dirty things like you," he whispered, with a knife-like glint in his eyes, "are you worthy of performing illusions in front of my eyes?"

The height of the underground hall is less than four meters, but this height is enough for the curse spirit to use its wings to avoid the attacks of ordinary melee magicians.

"If you are smarter, you should escape to the ground!"

It's just such a little height, it doesn't work at all.

The bright electric light seems to appear in any corner of this space. Every time the electric arc flashes in one place, the figure of the black-haired boy will appear for a moment, bringing out a cluster of dark purple blood flowers, and then the sharp curse spirit Howl.

There is no thrilling dodge, and no grandiose spells.

It's just a simple fast movement, raising and lowering the knife.

It's like a cat catching a mouse and not killing it immediately, but playing with its paws until the mouse died of exhaustion and fear.

Kusakabe Takuya watched the one-sided battle on the field, and felt that the black-haired boy was the cat, and the curse spirit who teased him like a cat before was now a mouse.

The corner where he was was protected by Wujo Wuyong's infinite lower limit—maybe it was just because he was close enough to the other party—the stones and gravel stirred up by the other side would be blocked by an invisible wall when they flew tens of centimeters away from them , fell to the ground.

"Sasuke," Gojo Satoru was forced to think of some unhappy things, and shouted over there with some irritability, "Are you playing the guide game? Come to an end, I want to eat mango ice cream!"

"It's only been 15 minutes."

The boy's calm voice sounded not far from the two of them.

Kusakabe Takuya looked over, and the other party was standing aside with hands down, carelessly brushing off the dust on his body.

"Anyway, it's a special grade, so we can't just let it die like this."

The boy looked up and wiped away the blood on the knife.

Kusakabe Takuya couldn't help shivering.

"It's just something that can barely touch the threshold of the premium grade." Gojo Satoru hooked the blindfold out, let go of his hand again, let the cloth bounce back to the bridge of the nose, and made a soft snap, "It's probably almost enough to chop it up."

As if to refute his words, the bird-shaped curse spirit fluttered on the floor—its two wings were almost cut off by Sasuke, and there were flashes of lightning from the countless wounds all over its body from time to time. It is estimated that it will not be able to fly for a while.

Then the purple-black mantra suddenly burned on his body, spreading all the way, covering the entire hall.

Whether it's Gojo Satoru or a layman like Sasuke, they can see that this curse spirit is probably about to amplify its moves.

"This is..." Kusakabe Takuya opened his eyes wide.

It seemed that only a moment later, the three of them came to another space.

The dilapidated tracks criss-crossed under the feet, supporting the entire space like a skeleton.

There are human torsos with distorted expressions in the cracks of the rails, and on the ground—if they are stepping on the ground—there are half-dried, even sticky pieces of flesh and blood-stained paper.

"The field is unfolding." Gojo Satoru put his hand on Kusakabe's shoulder, and rarely lost his smile.

What the overdrawn mana power brought in was a rapidly healing torso and a powerful spell. Even if it was lucky enough not to be exorcised by the magician, it would never evolve into a super magic spirit again in the future.

So now, the howl of the curse spirit is more ear-piercing than even his curse power can faintly penetrate, Kusakabe's eyes have lost focus, and blood has begun to ooze from his ears, and some fragmentary things appear in front of his eyes. Most of the clips are red, which makes people feel irritable after watching them.

"Sasuke," he said impatiently to the boy who turned his back to the two of them, "Spells in the domain will definitely hit. Hurry up. I don't want to read it."

The other party did not answer.

"Sasuke?" Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold, knocked Kusakabe Takuya unconscious with a knife in one hand - he had already started to mutter, saying "I'm sorry", while trying to stand up unsteadily and walk across.

The black-haired boy who was a few steps away from him turned his head sideways, and his ear was also bleeding, but compared with the exposed right eye, this blood color was not worth mentioning.

"Tell me," he showed a cold smile, "if the curse spirit is burned to ashes, will it be painful?"

The wings of the curse spirit in the distance have almost grown completely, and it flew up staggeringly.

"That should be regarded as a more painful exorcism method, for the curse spirit."

Gojo Satoru found that Sasuke also had the trait that was once very similar to himself, and he must retaliate when he was provoked.

"Then let you have a look." The three hooks in the opponent's eyes spun rapidly, forming a complex pattern that Gojo Satoru had seen once before. "An attack that can never be avoided."

Uchiha Sasuke turned his head to look at the magic spirit in the air.

"Amaterasu."

A black flame that can burn everything appeared.

The author has something to say: some notes:

The image and ability of the curse spirit is changed to Jin Zhentian. It is a kind of monster that shows that someone died due to war or hunger, and was born of resentment towards his companions who did not save him.

Gojo Satoru's lower limit technique is physical defense, and Hana Yu was fooled by him in the animation, so he was also affected here.

As for Sasuke, when he heard the cry, he thought of something bad, and didn't want to let the curse die too easily, but he didn't expect that it would be even more uncomfortable when he used the big move, and he was so angry that he also used the big move.In addition, remind everyone that Sasuke's teleportation technique is also very good!

Have you discovered the foreshadowing before!Sasuke's eye chakra is purple like the magic power of the mantra. After the chakra is changed by the magic power, the normal chakra also turns purple!So Chidori also changed color.

日下部没死是有原因的，不是bug。感谢在2021-02-2700:00:00~2021-02-2800:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 steamed bun strike;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles every year; please explode 5 bottles on the spot;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!