Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

With a flick of her sleeve, Li Fuyao slowly clenched her long, slender, and fair hand into a fist. A faint blue glow emanated from her eyes. At the same time, a huge blue lantern phantom appeared behind her. She made no attempt to hide it from Uesugi Kiyoshi and took in his complex expression.

The girl smiled sweetly.

"I'll help you out a little bit~"

As she spoke these words, the world turned upside down in an instant.

The originally dazzling blood-red sunlight turned into a ghostly blue, and eerie will-o'-the-wisps ignited across the mountains and fields.

"The dim light will never fade, the green lamp will never be extinguished!"

"A cowardly soul has no value; become nourishment for the Hundred Tales!"

The girl murmured something, and the blue-green will-o'-the-wisp suddenly expanded and spread, from a point to a line, and then to the entire surface of space.

In that instant, the world was filled with a deep blue.

The next second, the eerie blue ghost fire vanished without a trace, along with the seemingly countless ghosts blocking the way.

As if those living ghosts and gods had never existed, Mount Ooe was completely silent, with only the relentless howling of the wind.

Slightly different from before, the phantom of the blue lamp behind Li Fuyao seemed to have brightened a bit more.

Uesugi Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow, his surprise undisguised.

"The Lord of a Hundred Tales, the Great Yokai, Aoandon."

This thought just popped into his head without his even realizing it.

There's no mistake; even if the Hundred Demons Scroll didn't give him any hints, he could still recognize it.

That lantern, and the will-o'-the-wisp that envelops the mountains and rivers, are the best proof.

Uesugi Kiyoshi clearly remembered that in the Hundred Demons Scroll, behind his self-portrait, there was a blue lamp floating beside him, and on it sat a woman in blue whose face was not visible.

But why didn't the Hundred Ghosts Scroll give any hints? Even a blind man could see that this extraordinary girl from the Celestial Empire who once saved him was definitely related to the great demon Qingxing.

Before he could come up with a solution, Li Fuyao turned pale and stumbled, almost falling over.

Uesugi Kiyoshi reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and touching her soft, fragrant body. He didn't have time to appreciate it, but instead asked her with concern.

"Fuyao, are you alright?"

Li Fuyao's smile was somewhat forced, but this weak expression only added to her alluring and pitiful charm.

"I'm fine, just a bit drained. Although these are all low-quality items, there were quite a lot of them."

"Never mind me, Qing, I'm not here to hold you back."

Li Fuyao supported herself as she stood up and gave Uesugi Kiyoshi a gentle push.

"Go, go and break free from the lingering resentment in your heart."

Li Fuyao's serene and gentle smile fell into Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes, and he felt that anything he said would be superfluous.

This girl seems to understand herself better than anyone else.

She knew that he harbored resentment and was stubborn by nature. If he didn't vent his anger, he would probably be depressed and unhappy on his future path of cultivation, and there would be a hurdle to overcome.

Therefore, she spared no effort and made no attempt to conceal her intentions in paving a path for herself.

She forcefully pushed away the person who should have been supporting her, allowing the young swordsman to shatter the delusions in his heart.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's lips moved, but he was interrupted by Li Fuyao's soft laughter.

"You're welcome."

She seemed to have foreseen the future, effectively shutting down Uesugi Kiyoshi's words of gratitude.

"Go, don't keep the mighty Ghost King waiting for you too long."

"If you really want to thank me, then give me a victory as a gift."

"I am also a woman from a samurai family, and I also enjoy collecting stories."

"Let me write your triumphant story into my tale~"

"Just for me, you have to win!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes flickered several times, and he mumbled a response from his throat. His lips twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He simply turned his back, hardened his heart, and transformed all his emotions into a fighting spirit against the demon king he had not yet met.

Now he has another reason to win.

"wait me back."

After saying those words, Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly felt that the scene was somewhat familiar, but his body was already moving faster than his reaction, propelling him forward relentlessly toward the mountain peak.

Li Fuyao struggled to support her swaying body, but the smile on her face was brighter than ever before.

"Qing, you must return in triumph!"

"Just like the countless victories you've brought me."

She slowly steadied herself, her gaze fixed on the summit of Mount Ooe, and then, as if breaking through the limitations of space, looked towards another world.

A smile spread across her face, but it unconsciously took on a slightly eerie quality, tracing lines on her now somewhat sickly expression, making her appear somewhat arrogant.

Her jade-like hands were slightly clasped together, and the green lamp flickered.

Li Fuyao seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps making some kind of vow.

"clear"

"This time, I won't let you die before me."

I swear!

As the girl's resolute words fell silently, Uesugi Kiyoshi looked up as if sensing something.

The road has come to an end.

All around were ruins, and in front of him stood a dilapidated Buddhist temple.

The temple gates were wide open, and a dilapidated bronze bell had been placed in the center of the courtyard by someone.

Before the bronze bell, a majestic figure sat cross-legged on the ground.

With unrestrained red hair and carrying a huge ghost gourd on his back, he exudes a wild and domineering aura.

He picked up the huge wine bowl, drank the crimson liquid in one gulp, then looked up indifferently, his wild gaze meeting Uesugi Kiyoshi's calm and serene eyes.

After a glance, he burst into a loud laugh, his laughter carrying a hidden murderous intent and anger that even made the bronze bells chime.

"You finally came."

"The swordsman who ruined my plans, protected the Demon Sword Princess, and gained the favor of the Lord of a Hundred Tales."

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Is it just my imagination?"

"I'll think about what happens after this gets really annoying!"

"Since you stole my offering, then I'll use you as my substitute!"

Before he finished speaking, the Demon King of Mount Ooe stood up.

The sound of swords being drawn was incessant, but the young man, full of fighting spirit, had already drawn his sword first!

Chapter 138 Buddha's Son

Uesugi Kiyoshi was too lazy to waste words.

What about the blood debts of innocent people, the lives of the Yokota family, and Fuyao's all-out assistance?

There's no need to go into these details.

Everything was transformed into unparalleled power, hidden within this sword.

The night wind howled through the air, its sound eerie and mournful. Under the dome of Mount Ooe, the blood-red sun had somehow disappeared into the clouds, replaced by a cold, golden crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

Under the moonlight, the glint of a sword seemed to rival its sharpness.

In the blink of an eye, the blade stopped the flowing clouds and startled the sky. Just as Shuten-dōji stood up, the blade was already three inches in front of him.

Some of the broken and dilapidated sword blades emitted faint purple light from Onikiri, like a venomous snake hunting its prey.

Stealthy, efficient, swift, inconspicuous, yet deadly.

Niten Ichi-ryu, Gorin-sho, Mizu no Kumo, Tachi-fu.

Frenzied Attack - Tiger Storm Enters.

Tiger, fierce and cruel, king of the mountains.

Lan means storm.

Like a tiger or a storm, they swarm in. This move is a self-sacrificing technique, and it is also the most ferocious self-sacrificing technique that Uesugi Kiyoshi has ever learned.

Niten Ichi-ryu is a sword style founded by the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi. It is famous for its two-sword style, but it also includes katana.

His katana skills are renowned for their self-sacrificing techniques.

"Who can stop a young samurai from dying?" This is a quote from Miyamoto Musashi, which he perfectly incorporated into his swordsmanship.

What burned in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes was a determination to die.

This strike is a mid-section attack, targeting Shuten-dōji's vital chest. Uesugi Kiyoshi has prepared at least three variations and five consecutive techniques to target his throat, abdomen, and groin. Even if this strike fails, the subsequent sword attacks will come like a storm.

As for the opponent's counterattack, he didn't intend to care. Even if the enemy punched his heart, he would first cut off Shuten-dōji's head with a single stroke.

In Kendo, momentum is very important, and the very first move is even more crucial.

Shuten-dōji witnessed the sword strike, which came as brilliantly as starlight, and his face showed surprise.

"Truly... a familiar aura, and a familiar sword."

Without hesitation, he transformed his palm into a blade, grinned maliciously, and struck the oncoming sword with his palm.

The katana, exhausted and on its last legs, let out a mournful cry of despair, and in an instant, it turned into fragments of metal, scattering in all directions.

The purple light relentlessly slashed across Shuten-dōji's arm, achieving remarkable results. His strong arm was now a bloody mess, but Shuten-dōji didn't seem to care at all.

Shuten-dōji, the Demon King of Mount Ōe, is a great demon who lives amidst strong liquor and battles; such minor injuries are commonplace for him.

Uesugi Kiyoshi paused for a moment, but did not panic. He decisively abandoned his sword and continued to charge forward, crashing into Shuten-dōji's chest. He swung his arm in a rounded motion, his left fist slamming into Shuten-dōji's abdomen, while his right elbow lashed out like thunder into Shuten-dōji's left chest.

Bajiquan's cannon hammer and top elbow.