In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Those were travelers dragged into the water, innocent people who did not belong to Kurokawa Shimomura, whose souls were stuffed into this place after they were killed.

They could clearly see that these four people were not simple, and they made no attempt to hide their malice.

"Who are we... the ones who will end purgatory?" Chiyu flashed past, and Zuocun said expressionlessly.

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Chapter 310 The Wings of a Hundred Birds (Part Two)

Behind the mountain, Lake Kurokawa.

The yokai Hoshiguma Yukina glanced in the direction of Kurokawa Shimomura.

She sensed that something was amiss.

"Is this a new person...?"

Several souls have already returned to the drowned corpses in the lake, awaiting resurrection tomorrow.

These spirits do not die naturally, which means that someone is in the village.

After thinking it over, the yokai Yukina decided not to go to the village.

During these few days every year, she is extra careful to protect her original body, which is the human pillar.

Only on that one day each year, the human sacrifice will involuntarily change from a state protected by the spiritual veins back to its original state, making it possible for them to be killed.

Hoshiguma Yukina knew why this was happening.

Because that day was the "time of contact," the day the girl was murdered and thrown into the lake.

The yokai Yukina sat on the shore, looking at the moonless night sky.

He let out a long sigh.

The bear demon never strayed far from the demon Yukina, protecting her safety.

......

"Hey, Zuocun!"

"Ah, Okita!"

Zheng—

Two dark, murky heads fell to the ground, turning into foul-smelling bodily fluids that dissipated on the surface.

Samura took a breath and leaned back to back with Okita Souji: "These guys are stronger than they were in winter."

"Isn't winter all about freezing everything? Maybe it's frozen stiff?" Okita Souji wasn't afraid; a genius swordsman isn't afraid.

She held the knife upside down, placing it against her face.

"Hey, Zuocun!"

"Ugh?"

"How about we have a contest... to see who kills more?" Okita smiled, looking at the evil spirits that surrounded him with great interest.

“…Come on!” Zuo Cun paused for a moment, then chuckled and replied, “The loser will make a chestnut glutinous rice ball for the winner!”

These are all dead evil spirits, beings that must be dealt with.

It's meaningless to care about their past identities; having killed others, they are already burdened with guilt, so—

kill!

Ryoma dodged an attack from an evil spirit and took a deep breath.

Use your left thumb to open the hilt of the knife.

call out--!

pat.

The evil spirit was instantly decapitated and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Ryoma sighed.

"No matter what, I can't hold them back. Both Samura and Okita are incredibly strong, and Aryu-san can't possibly look after me in this chaotic battlefield, so..."

“I’ll draw it once in a while.” He gave a mysterious smile, tinged with bitterness. “After all, I’m a master of the draw-and-slash technique. If the sword doesn’t rust, the bones will.”

Ultimately, it was human compassion that influenced Ryoma, but now he has come to his senses.

These things are not people, and they are not the Japanese people that Ryoma wants to save.

Lowering his body, Ryoma gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand and placed his left thumb on the guard, then closed his eyes.

"call......"

An evil spirit saw the lone Ryoma and pounced on him with great interest.

Zheng—

Longma's sword easily sliced ​​across the evil spirit's neck.

Miss A-Long breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Ryoma perform beyond his usual standard, and then she brandished her black lightning.

"Scrap, disgusting creations, Miss Aron hates these things!"

Miss Ah Long is definitely the most efficient at killing evil spirits; she can basically injure or kill an evil spirit with a single punch or kick.

The match between Samura and Okita continued.

"15! What about you, Samura!" Miss Okita flashed away, and the head of an evil spirit flew up and returned to Lake Kurokawa.

"...13, the Natural Rinnegan style is too cheating!" Zuocun said, somewhat annoyed.

The speed of Natural Rishin-ryu is much faster than that of his Hyakucho-ryu. His Hyakucho-ryu focuses more on jumping and agility, and cannot compare with the extreme speed of Natural Rishin-ryu.

Okita skillfully maneuvered through the horde of evil spirits, having already eliminated fifteen of them.

Zuocun has already killed thirteen.

"Looks like you're going to make me chestnut dumplings, Zuo Cun!"

"Alright, alright." Zuo Cun sighed and continued to slash at the evil spirits with pheasant feathers.

"Zomura, why are these guys rushing up like this, so reckless? Aren't they afraid of dying?" Ryoma asked in confusion.

“These guys will be resurrected. As long as the corpses in the lake are not destroyed, they will be resurrected and reborn endlessly, continuing to kill and deliver the bodies to the yokai Yukina.” Sakura Ichika cleaved a samurai-like evil spirit in two with his sword and replied to Ryoma.

He frowned.

Among the evil spirits, he could not find the figure with long black hair.

Suddenly, he saw Okita Souji swing his sword at him, shouting, "Samura, watch out!"

Instead of dodging, he noticed what was behind Okita Souji, drew his sword, and thrust it out: "You're the one who should be careful!"

puff-

Two evil spirits fell behind the two men.

"This is a battlefield! What are you looking around for?" Okita Souji punched Samura's arm.

“I’m looking for the source of all this… but you should pay more attention to what’s behind you.” Zuo Cun sighed.

Miss Okita glanced around: "Didn't you find that monster?"

Zuo Cun shook his head and continued to look around warily: "I didn't see anything. Let's search again."

He realized he was wrong.

He had previously thought that the yokai Yukina would appear in the village, but now it seemed that she was probably still in the lake.

"Zuocun, there are too many of them. Is there anything we can do?" Ryoma stood on A-Long's back, a few drops of cold sweat dripping down his face.

There were simply too many evil spirits. No matter how powerful Ryoma's swordsmanship was, he was willing but unable to do so. His physical strength and energy were both problems.

Zuo Cun looked at the horde of evil spirits that were gradually closing in and felt that things were getting difficult.

"Miss Arlong, please protect Okita!"

"Oh!" Miss A-Long grabbed Okita Souji in her hand.

"Huh? Samura? What are you doing?" Okita Souji was startled and shouted.

"Don't worry... I'm not going to do anything foolish..." Zuocun smiled, and the pheasant feathers were sheathed.

“You’re going to use…” Ryoma remembered that during their journey, Samura had practiced a move.

Zuocun leaped high into the air, instantly surpassing Miss Along's height, jumping at least ten meters into the air.

Ryoma patted his chest: "Seriously, that kind of jumping ability... no matter how many times I see it, it still feels... amazing."

Okita Souji was completely taken aback.

Zuocun's hand gripped the hilt of the pheasant-shaped sword, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

After fighting with Miss A-Long, he realized not only the quality of the katana but also the problem with the swordsmanship.

Pheasant feathers are wakizashi, and the sword techniques of katana cannot be fully applied to wakizashi. When killing bandits, Samura never bothers to draw his crane feathers.

So, in those two months, he tried to develop a sword technique specifically for the wakizashi.

That is, right now—

"Hundred Birds Flow—!"

"The Second Wing!"

"—Scatter the pheasant!!!"

Like a storm, Zuocun spun and crashed to the ground.

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Chapter 311 The Most Wicked Evil Spirit—Hideo Kurokawa

Like a fierce wind, like a tornado.

call out--