Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 254: The Knife of the Qunling Mountain, Lü Ci is Shocked

One day later.

Based on the few clues provided by Er Zhuang, Yan Huan repeatedly pondered and finally found the desolate mountain where the demon Nikaidou Eita died.

Yan Huan was walking alone in the mountains. The air was filled with the unique chill of winter. All around was silent. Occasionally, the wind blew through the dead branches, bringing a crisp rustling sound.

Yan Huan closed his eyes, with a faint sound of wind echoing in his ears. He tilted his head slightly, and the moment he opened his eyes, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Then he whispered, "Find a large hole with two corpses inside."

The originally silent commotion in the forest suddenly broke out, and the surrounding birds and beasts seemed to respond to Yan Huan's call, running around and starting to look for it.

Half an hour later, birds began to sing in the forest. Yan Huan squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. A group of mountain birds flapped their wings and flew across the forest, taking him into a deeper valley.

Soon after, he stood at a large sunken hole. The hole was not hidden, and there were dead vines and bushes around it. Below the hole, the snow had fallen, forming a pool of cold thin ice.

Yan Huan jumped lightly and his figure disappeared into the shadow of the cave entrance.

When I landed, I heard a slight sound under my feet. The ground was covered with dead vines and weeds. The coldness in the cave was much more bone-chilling than the outside world. The thick yin energy seemed to be tangible, floating around like wisps of gray smoke. The scene was blurry and there was a faint ominous aura.

"Yes, it's here." Yan Huan whispered.

Before my eyes were two long-rotted skeletons, one lying on the ground, the other lying in the snow.

The bones were a yellowish-brown color eroded by time, and they were fragile and brittle, as if they would turn into powder with the slightest touch.

Yan Huan's gaze stayed on the lying skeleton - a rusty hatchet was stuck in its head, and the blade was deeply embedded in the bone.

"The corpse of Eita Nikaidou." Yan Huan said in his heart.

He walked forward slowly, gently grasped the handle of the hatchet, and tried to pull it out.

However, when he exerted force, something unexpected happened. The skull began to move as if it had become one with the blade.

Yan Huan frowned slightly, exerted force with his feet, stepped on the skull, and channeled the force into his feet. He then suddenly pulled out the knife in his hand. There was a "click" sound, and the skull shattered into powder, which drifted away in the air with the wind.

Next to the skeleton, an eerie aura diffused faintly, and Yan Huan's gaze narrowed slightly.

Right next to the skeleton, a black long sword lay quietly. The blade was dark and cold, as if it had swallowed up the light from the surrounding area, and the cold aura it emitted was chilling.

——This is the legendary demon sword Hirumaru.

Yan Huan bent down and picked up the knife. His palm gently stroked the blade, which was cold to the bone.

"Let me take a look at this demon sword that scares everyone in my life."

However, the Hirumaru sword remained motionless, as if it was just an ordinary Japanese long sword, without any unusual power surging.

The blade was cold and silent as a dead object.

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"That's it?" He raised his hand and shook the blade, but there was still no change.

"Give me some reaction, aren't you very arrogant?"

This demon sword was originally the work of the son of a swordsmith in the mountains of Japan many years ago. In order to forge a better sword, the young boy practiced the art of swordsmanship and went around looking for people to learn basic sword skills. However, his talent was unparalleled in the world, and he achieved perfection in swordsmanship while swinging the sword selflessly.

In his ignorance, the boy challenged various major arenas one after another in pursuit of a higher realm. He was powerful but ignorant of the ways of the world. He eventually angered the remaining sword masters and was besieged by them, who joined forces with ninjas and sorcerers.

The young man died, having spent his whole life wielding the sword in an attempt to have a good opponent, but he was unwilling to accept this, and after his death, his hatred was poured into his own weapon, transforming it into a demonic sword.

It was later picked up by Ishikawa Masaya, the only one who was unwilling to be attacked by a group of people. After being accused, he became the first host and slaughtered people everywhere. The name of the demon sword thus frightened Japan.

Yan Huan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and swung it gently a few times. The cold wind swept across the blade, making a low "buzzing" sound.

After an ordinary sound of breaking air, a figure formed by black mist gradually emerged in front of Yan Huan's eyes.

He knelt on the ground with his knees together, put his hands in front of him in an inward-facing position, and leaned forward until his forehead touched the soil. What a standard posture for getting out of the soil.

"Please let me go, I just want to fight a real swordsman."

"Heh." Yan Huan smiled, and after hearing the sentence, he understood a "Wow Da Xi".

Yan Huan pressed the sword blade with his hand, extracting all the evil energy attached to it. Chaotic and deformed amorphous black smoke condensed, which contained resentment, unwillingness, sword intent, and all kinds of twisted souls.

Yan Huan stuck the demon sword vertically into the ground and said, "I only want the symbol of Hirudo. Some of the harmful things are not within my consideration."

A genius who suddenly appeared was able to scare a group of old guys in the kendo world so much that they came up with all kinds of schemes and used every possible means. Such behavior was quite consistent with Xiao Ri's usual style.

"Come! After today, there will be no more magic sword." Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the Yin energy condensed into a blade, falling into the hands of the black shadow opposite.

"Don't say I'm bullying you. I won't need the golden light this time." Yan Huan clenched his palms and also tightly grasped the Yin Blade.

"To be honest, I'm not good at swords, and I don't like fighting..."

Yan Huan pointed the sword at the black shadow in front of him.

White Tiger·God of War Instinct·Thousand Years of Martial Arts!

call!
Yan Huan's golden eyes flashed, and his entire aura changed completely. The shadow opposite saw this, grinned grimly, and held the knife across his body.

Swish!
There was just a simple collision of yin energy in the cave. With just one move, the strange yin energy began to slowly dissipate.

The swordsmanship genius was stunned and turned around and said, "Excellent swordsmanship! I have never met an opponent like you in such a long time!"

The Yin energy in Yan Huan's hand drifted away, and he recited softly, "The sword on my waist has seven stars, and the carved bow on my arm has hundreds of battle medals. I heard that the cunning captives were captured in the clouds, and then I knew there was a general in heaven."

"The Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, Pei Min!"

The shadow nodded thoughtfully, "I see. You must have studied hard and practiced hard. It is worth my while to fight you."

The black shadow that resided in the demon sword Hirumaru dissipated and disappeared, and the so-called demon sword was left with only a name, but this was enough for Yan Huan.

"No..." Bifang's voice came from inside his body, "How did you two communicate with each other? Do you know the Japanese language?"

"No." Yan Huan did not deny it.

It mainly depends on momentum. Once the momentum comes out, no one cares whether he understands it or not.

Swish!
A figure passed through the hole in the cave and disappeared into the woods in an instant.

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Three days later, a Japanese long sword was found hanging on the vines of a big tree in front of the Qunling Mountain House. The news of the appearance of the demon sword inexplicably spread throughout the northeastern division of the company.

At Shi Chun's house, Shan Die sat upright on the sofa, her brows furrowed, with all her wrinkles squeezed together.

She stared at the news sent by the company's informant, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly. "After so many years, he finally showed up."

Snapped!
Fraudster Liu Qingping slammed the table and left, staring angrily at the secret report sent back by Lao Zhang, "This is an open conspiracy! This is a complete open conspiracy!"

"The Chinese just love to do this! Die! You can't go, it's obvious that they want to lure you out!"

Shan Die shook her head. "Xiao Zhang's identity was perfectly disguised in the company. He collected this information with great difficulty. It is unlikely that this is an open conspiracy."

"We have no grudges against the mountain master, why would he do this?"

"If it was the company's decision, they wouldn't have sent anyone to retrieve the Hirugan. Just call a few kids and we'll go get it and leave. This world is a mess, and we can find a place to stay anywhere."

The trickster gritted his teeth in hatred, always feeling that something was wrong. He looked at Die's unwavering gaze and slapped his legs helplessly.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll help you as much as possible."

"Then we can make other plans after we get to Jiangxi." Die whispered.

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In Lujia Village, Lu Ci sat cross-legged in front of his eldest brother's tomb, placed offerings, poured wine, and then poured it on the ground.

The green smoke from the incense burner in front of the tomb curled up and drifted past his scarred eyes.

At this time, Lu Zhong walked over slowly with his cell phone in hand. He bowed to the tombstone first, then turned to Lu Ci and said, "Dad, there's news from the company. I called you, but the call didn't go through."

Lu Ci raised his head, took out his cell phone and glanced at it. Seeing that it was Zhao Fangxu calling personally, he called back.

"Boss Zhao, what's the matter?"

Zhao Fangxu said, "The demon sword Hirumaru has reappeared, and the remnants of the Bihenin are ready to make a move. I'm letting you know."

"..." Lu Ci's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at the words on the tombstone, "Please, Mr. Zhao, give me a seat."

"Dayu, Jiangxi, Qunling Mountain."

"Qunling Mountain?" Lu Ci was stunned.

"That's right. By the way, this news was sent to you by the mountain master."

"Roar?" Lu Ci's scarred eyes widened slightly.

(End of this chapter)