Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

A hint of surprise flashed across Uesugi Kiyoshi's brows—not to mention that Ye San's punch would have definitely killed Dong Wenyu on the spot in the dream world, even if he had survived by chance, he would have perished along with the dream world of Mount Ooe.

"Fine, if he's not dead, I'll finish him off."

Picking up a somewhat broken sword from the ground, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly at Higashimura Maki, opened his umbrella, and walked step by step to Higashimura Yu's bowed head.

With a swift movement, the knife fell with a clang.

The knife struck Dong Wenyu's neck with a dull thud, like striking a stone.

The somewhat bloated body, which had been hanging its head, suddenly raised its head.

A bizarre smile appeared on his fleshy face.

From the wound where his arm was severed, countless granulation tissues intertwined and climbed out, forming a new arm.

He sprang up stiffly from the ground, as if waking from a deep sleep, casually pushed aside Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword, and stretched on his own.

A bluish-green jade pendant fell from his arms, crashed to the ground, and turned into powder.

At the same time, an ancient book was also reduced to ashes.

Dong Wenyu let out a heavy breath, stretched out his arms as if he had been reborn, felt the raindrops falling on his body, and his smile became more and more unrestrained.

"what"

"How many years."

"It spent hundreds of years in the prison of dreams, and then hundreds of years in silence within the Tosho Magatama."

"Finally, we can see the light of day again!"

"Hmm, so many souls of mortals who died unjustly, are they a special appetizer prepared for me?"

"Then I'm not welcome!"

Talking to himself, "Dong Wenyu" took a breath, and his stomach suddenly swelled up, like a balloon about to burst.

As he moved, it seemed as if the pitiful cries of countless wronged souls echoed in the courtyard, the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling reverberating in everyone's ears.

"Dong Wenyu" let out a burp and turned his gaze to everyone present.

"Tsk, the soul of a superhuman."

"This is a rare delicacy!"

"I won't be polite then!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi should have reacted to Higashi Bunyu's strange behavior, but he had no time to think about anything else at the moment.

He bent over in pain, clutching his forehead, as countless whispers of ghosts and spirits buzzed in his mind.

he.

Ironically, it was at this very moment that the signs of decline began.

At the same time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! This is the aura of a god!"

"The Divine Lord Tosho has descended? Why?!"

"Kudo, call for help!"

"Contact headquarters! Issue a Skyguard-level disaster warning immediately and mobilize all the extraordinary forces of the Collectors Association here!"

"Contain the God!"

Chapter 144 Even an unjust god can be slain!

The Collectors Association has done quite a few things related to containing deities.

Japan is said to have eight million gods, and many of them have fallen into the form of demons.

However, since the establishment of the Tokyo Collectors Association, warnings of demonic disasters at the castle tower level have only been issued three times.

This is a signal that the entire city is in imminent danger.

Dealing with ghosts and spirits is the specialty of superhuman organizations. At almost the same time, monitoring agencies of superhuman organizations of all sizes in Tokyo detected the strange energy fluctuations that suddenly arose at the headquarters of the Dongwen Society.

When a deity with faith descends in their true form, their extraordinary power is completely different from that of ordinary extraordinary individuals.

It's not a matter of strength, but a matter of nature.

The power of gods is more or less mixed with the faith power of believers. It is a collection of the beliefs of many ordinary humans, which is transformed into extraordinary power through the fermentation of gods. It is completely different from the extraordinary power of ordinary extraordinary people that comes from heroic spirits, from themselves, or from "willpower".

In short, it's very eye-catching.

Not to mention the turmoil within the Tokyo branch of the Onmyoji and the Mibu Wolves.

The headquarters of the Dongwen Society, the temple of worship.

Kudo Yuichi's face turned very ugly.

Of the three warnings of demonic disasters at the Tenshu level, apart from the third one, which was completely defeated by the Dongwen Association and the great swordsman Kamiizumi Hidekawa, the remaining two resulted in heavy losses for the Collectors Association.

The "Dong Wenyu" before us now is the fourth time.

Without hesitation, he adjusted his headset and issued the command in rapid speech.

The gears of the entire Collectors Association were set in motion, and the massive organization of extraordinary individuals began to operate at high speed. Countless ordinary people and extraordinary individuals were on their way to the headquarters of the Eastern Culture Association.

However, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

The atmosphere in the entire courtyard became thick and heavy.

Everyone present felt as if a huge boulder had been placed on their hearts—this was not an adjective describing their feelings, but rather a psychological reaction.

At least, Ryunosuke Akutagawa felt immense pressure weighing on his mind, which slowed his movements and weakened his connection to "Rashomon".

Uesugi Kiyoshi's condition was even worse.

By sheer coincidence, he fell into depravity.

A stinging sensation erupted in his mind, as if someone were stirring his brain with an awl.

A deafening roar filled my ears, my vision went black, and countless ghostly figures flashed before my eyes.

He could vaguely make out those familiar faces; they all seemed to be victims of his sword.

The whispers of ghosts and spirits were faint yet persistent.

Everything was stirring the "killing" chord in his heart.

The dam of reason was teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of malevolent forces, causing immense suffering.

Uesugi Kiyoshi bit his lips until they bled.

This gesture naturally caught the attention of "Dong Wenyu".

He glanced casually at Uesugi Kiyoshi, who was covering his forehead and bending over, and then his eyes lit up.

"Huh? Why is this body so compatible with divine power?"

"Could this be a gift from heaven, a way for me to see the light of day again?"

"Hmm, if the soul resides in this body, the speed at which it recovers its strength will probably be greatly enhanced, right?"

"Dong Wenyu" muttered to himself, stretching out his newly grown arm and grabbing Uesugi Kiyoshi's shoulder.

Not far away, Ye San had already frowned deeply, his fists clenched tightly. Seeing this scene, he wanted to give this Dongzhao Divine Lord, who was inexplicably possessing or had descended into Dong Wenyu's body, a set of Wing Chun Eight Hands techniques, a good beating to wake him up.

If Kamiizumi Hidekawa could frighten away a Tenshou-level demon god with a single sword strike, Ye San would naturally not be afraid of Tosho no Shinjun, whose strength was unknown.

That "qi" that can melt metal and iron was not something he cultivated for nothing.

He had barely taken a step when Li Fuyao grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Third Uncle, don't meddle."

"Don't you dare break Qing's stepping stone."

Ye San exchanged a surprised glance with Li Fuyao, and said hesitantly in a low voice, "Fuyao, have you thought this through? That's a real god, not some cat or dog that you can kill at will."

"You'll regret it if something happens to your child."

Li Fuyao's face showed no worry, only calmness and a hint of anticipation.

"Stop fooling around, Third Uncle."

"Just the weak soul of an old tortoise who, in order to escape from prison, did not hesitate to give up thousands of years of accumulation and the faith of his believers, just to breathe a breath of fresh air."

"The people from the Collectors Association are so naive and make such a big fuss. Don't be like them."

"Just watch, watch how Qing shatters him."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, standing to the side, looked utterly exasperated.

"Hey, I'm listening. Miss Li, isn't that a bit too disrespectful?"

"Never underestimate any god; having endured the test of countless ages, they are not to be underestimated."

Li Fuyao rolled her eyes at Akutagawa Ryunosuke, her expression full of disdain.

"I didn't stop you from doing anything, so do whatever you want."

"I'm not your boss, I can't control that, please do as you please."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa shook his head helplessly, giving up on his plan to argue with Li Fuyao at this moment.

"Kudo, have you informed our young master yet?"

"Protect, weaken, control, contain."

"Without his 'weakening' factor, our chances of winning are slim!"

Kudo Yuichi nodded with a dark face, took out a dark gold pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and nodded slightly.

“He’s in Kabukicho in Shinjuku, I’ll be there soon. I’ve explained the situation to him, and he knows what’s important and what’s urgent.”

"Let's go help Qing first!"

In the short time it took to say those few words, Uesugi Kiyoshi had already exchanged several blows with Tosho Shinkun, who was controlling Toubu Yu's body.

His mind was foggy and his thoughts were unclear, but his instincts from years of sword practice remained.

He won't be easily defeated.