I Am a Heroic Spirit

"Oh, I can actually fight against you without being defeated. It seems that there are still some capable fighters on the opposite side." Seeing that Shuten Douji failed to defeat his opponent, Ibaraki Douji said excitedly.

"Haha, indeed, he is an opponent who can make us excited." Shuten-doji picked up the wine gourd at his waist and took a sip, his face turning bright red.

"Shuten-doji? Why are you here?"

Mikazuki Munechika stood firm with the help of Daiten Tai Mitsuyo, and looked at the leisurely Shuten-doji with an extremely ugly expression.

"You must be kidding. Why is Shuten-douji here? Then, that guy must be Ibaraki-douji." Daitenta Mitsuyo's voice was extremely bitter.

As two swords of the Heian period, they understand the horror of the Oeyama Demon King better than other swords. He is the strongest among monsters, and no human can possibly defeat him.

The famous general Minamoto no Raikou and the Four Heavenly Kings joined forces to attack. Even with the protection and treasures bestowed by the three gods, they had to poison the wine-drinking boy with poisoned wine before they dared to take action. Even so, they almost lost their lives.

Although they have been practicing for thousands of years, they still find it difficult to deal with the two demon kings, Shuten Douji and Ibaraki Douji.

"Since you recognized me, it seems you will be a good collectible." Shuten-doji licked his lips with his tongue, his words revealing his determination to get it.

"This is really troublesome. Why are these two ghosts here in Ashiya Doman? Damn it! The Demon Slaying Sword and the Demon Exorcist Sword have both gone to Heian-kyo..." Daiten Tai Mitsuyo's tone was a little flustered. He didn't think that the greedy Shuten-doji would let him go.

"Calm down, have you practiced for a thousand years and used it all on a dog?" Mikazuki Munechika said in a deep voice, "So what if they are the Ghost Kings? We have many people and we may be able to defeat them."

"That's easy to say."

Daiden Tai Mitsuyo forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart. Mikazuki Munechika was right. They had been practicing for a thousand years and then became demons overnight. It would not be easy for them to fail in the battle against Shuten Douji who lived a thousand years ago.

Daiten Tai Mitsuyo understood this very well, but understanding it didn't mean they could truly dispel their fear. Furthermore, Shuten-douji, as the son of God, was inherently stronger than these Tsukumogami. Even if he had a thousand years of cultivation, he was at the peak of his powers at this time, so what would a thousand years of cultivation mean?

"Are you done discussing this? It looks like you don't want to become Shuten's collection, so let me destroy your intelligence!"

After taking a sip of wine, Ibaraki Douji hung the wine gourd around Shuten Douji's waist, and then attacked the group of Fusangshin.

"Ichiki Ichijin, I'll leave Ibaraki-douji to your Awataguchi faction, Shuten-douji to us, and the others will act according to circumstances."

Seeing Ibaraki Douji attacking, Mikazuki Munechika made a prompt decision and gave orders. All the Tsukumogami immediately took action. Dozens of Tsukumogami, who were equivalent to second-rate Heroic Spirits, all drew out their true bodies and surrounded and killed Ibaraki Douji.

Because they are all sword tsukumogami of the Awataguchi faction, they are equivalent to brothers, and they have to cooperate with each other tacitly. In addition, they are all descendants of the Kamakura period. At that time, not to mention high-level monsters such as Ibaraki Douji, Shuten Douji, and Tamamonomae, even ordinary monsters died or were sealed in the Heian period. They had no clear understanding of the horror of monsters and only regarded their opponents as powerful monsters. The Awataguchi faction tsukumogami did not have psychological pressure like Mikazuki Munechika and Daiten Mitsuyo. They exerted all their strength in the battle and had the upper hand for a while.

Mikazuki Munechika and Ootenta Mitsuyo no longer hesitated and attacked Shuten-douji together. These two Tsukumogami of the Heian period were known as the Five Swords of the World in Japan. They both possessed the strength of first-class heroic spirits. According to common sense, in a two-on-one situation, even if they could not defeat Shuten-douji, they could still gain the upper hand. However, they had psychological pressure on Shuten-douji and were one level lower than him in status. They were beaten down by Shuten-douji's swift slashing blows and could only barely remain undefeated.

In the direction of the mountainside, after Ibaraki-douji and Shuten-douji set out, Zhang Luo also led Tamamono-neko to kill down the mountain. After all, most of the monster-type heroic spirits have strong physiques, and their various skills allow them to fight for a whole day and a night without getting tired, but Zhang Luo does not have that ability.

Tamamo cat's wild nature is hard to change. Once it entered the battle, it fell into a state of complete frenzy and disappeared in the blink of an eye. All that could be heard was the sound of its sharp claws scratching flesh and the Tamamo cat's excited cries.

Fortunately, Zhang Luo did not expect them to protect him. He looked up and looked around. The ground was full of monsters called the Time Travel Army. Among them, the leader, Tsukumogami, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that they were too disdainful to fight with humans and ran to hunt down Tamamo cat.

Relying on Senko Muramasa's strength and swordsmanship, Zhang Luo fought his way through the Time Travel Army, waving the katana in his hand continuously. Silver light formed a net and bloomed among the crowd. The Time Travel Army could only see the net-like traces left by the katana, but could not capture the katana itself.

The time-traveling troops were torn into pieces by Zhang Luo's sword, and the seemingly solid bone armor had no power to stop them.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of Time Travelers were killed by Zhang Luo. At the same time, it also attracted the attention of those Fusangshen who were besieging Tamamono Cat but could never achieve victory.

Two Fusangshen holding katanas and one holding a long wooden cannon stopped at the same time and turned to look at Zhang Luosuo.

Chapter 164: Unqualified Sword

Zhang Luo brandished his magic sword and opened a narrow path in the Time Traveling Army so that he could escape. However, more and more Time Traveling Army rushed towards Zhang Luo recklessly, causing Zhang Luo's speed of going down the mountain to slow down.

Diagonally behind him, the Time Traveler who rushed forward with a machete in hand roared, his eyes bloodshot, the blade pointing directly at Zhang Luo in front of him.

"Bang!" Amid the dull sound of weapons colliding, Zhang Luo moved his wrist to block the knife attacking from behind. His dark pupils suddenly contracted, and he swung his knife at the Time Traveling Army that was attacking from all directions.

"Swish!" The sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh was heard, and the sword in Zhang Luo's hand drew a graceful arc. The time-traveling army around him flew into the air behind him. When they landed again, their heads covered with bone armor had been cut off, and their bodies fell to the ground, unable to move.

"A familiar smell?" After defeating the surrounding time-traveling army, Zhang Luo turned his head to look to the right. Behind the dense time-traveling army, he had a sense of déjà vu, as if it was an existence that had appeared in Senko Muramasa's memory.

"Tsukumogami... Could there be a sword in here that was once made by Sengo Muramasa?" Zhang Luo quickly came up with a guess, and it made a lot of sense. The demon sword Muramasa is quite famous. Since the time-traveling army has the oldest sword in Japan, Kokarasuma, one of the Five Swords of the World, Mikazuki Munechika, Daitenta Mitsuyo, and the Demon-Exorcising Sword Shishio, then there will naturally be no shortage of the demon sword Muramasa.

Elsewhere, Senko Muramasa, Myoho Muramasa, and Tingtingqiri had already reunited, struggling to make their way through the crowded Time Travel Army. There was a downside to outnumbering the enemy: there were too many of us, and too few of us. Once the enemy dispersed and hid in the crowd, it would be difficult for our high-level forces to catch them. After all, they couldn't just kill off their own soldiers and clear the way like the enemy did.

"Qianzi, are you sure who it is? That familiar breath that comes from the same origin as us." Myoho Muramasa pushed aside the Time Traveling Army blocking the road in front and asked loudly to Qianzi Muramasa who was walking in front.

"I'm not sure. That's someone who shouldn't appear in the Heian period..." Senko Muramasa's tone was a little strange, but the two people behind him could hear the emotions revealed in Senko Muramasa's voice.

"Don't worry about time. The timeline of Heian-kyō has been in chaos for a long time. Otherwise, we would not have been able to easily hide from the sight of the great Onmyoji and gods of Heian-kyō and come here across thousands of years." Dragonfly Qie, who was walking at the back, said.

"That's right, but Senko, you're running so fast, have you thought about what to do?" Myoho Muramasa finally caught up with Senko Muramasa, reached out and grabbed Senko Muramasa's shoulders, pulled Senko Muramasa hard, and asked him to turn around. He saw that Senko Muramasa's lips had been bitten by himself, and his mouth was full of blood.

Looking at the uncontrollable excitement and undisguised uneasiness on Senko Muramasa's face, a trace of sadness flashed in Myoho Muramasa's eyes.

"Myoho's question is crucial, Senko. Myoho and I only sensed a breath from the same source, which is both familiar and unfamiliar. It is obviously not a person from the same period as us, and has no divinity. In other words, the owner of the familiar breath is not a Tsukumogami, but the master of a certain Muramasa, or even a forger. Judging from your appearance, that person is the first generation Senko Muramasa who forged you and gave you his name. So tell me, you have fallen into the evil demon, what will you choose when facing your former forger?" Qingtingqi stood in front of Senko Muramasa and asked seriously.

Qianzi Murasaki lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, his body trembling slightly, and he said nothing.

"Qianzi, you need to think clearly whether to follow our original plan or give up," Myoho Muramasa said slowly, slowing his voice. "No matter what you choose, Dragonfly and I will support you."

Senko Muramasa didn't say anything, but an ominous black aura emanated from his body, and his scarlet eyes were full of evil. Compared with the previous Senko Muramasa, the Senko Muramasa at this time was more in line with the image of an evil demon.

Myoho Muramasa and Chotonageri were extremely calm in the face of Sengo Muramasa's changes. After all, although they usually pretended to be fine, in fact, they were all evil demons who had fallen because of hatred.

"Proceed as planned..."

Chiko Muramasa raised his head and uttered a few words with difficulty. As soon as he finished speaking, the ominous aura surrounding Chiko Muramasa suddenly surged, causing a gust of cold wind to rise in a hundred-meter radius. As Chiko Muramasa made his decision, the bone that had grown during the sword's fall spread again, almost completely enveloping Chiko Muramasa.

Seeing Sengo Muramasa's complete depravity, Totogiki's expression changed. He couldn't tell whether to be sad or happy, but also felt that it was natural. In fact, he, Kokarasuma, Ichigo Ichibu, and some other Tsukumogami didn't fall from the sword because of their relationship with the Shinsengumi, but because of others. Their obsession with changing history was not that deep.

Ichigo Ichizuru did it for his younger brothers, he did it for Sengo Muramasa, and Kokarasumaru, the father of all the Tsukumogami, did it for his fallen children, that's why he came up with the idea of ​​joining the Time Travel Army to change history and prevent their consequences from happening again.

There is only one way to prevent them from falling into demonic states, and that is to prevent them from appearing again. Otherwise, no matter how much history is changed, it will not affect them, who will be awakened a thousand years later, gain spiritual wisdom, and become Tsukumogami.

The three of them set out again and chased after Zhang Luo. However, Zhang Luo did not plan to waste time on the Tsukumogami forged by Sengo Muramasa. After all, even if it was a sword that was once forged, it has now degenerated into an evil demon. Who knows what they are thinking? If they are dragged down and besieged, they will be in trouble.

However, the direction in which Zhang Luo was heading was blocked by the Time-Tracing Army all over the mountains and plains. Although the people of Miaofa Village were also delayed, they were much faster than Zhang Luo because they did not need to fight. However, the two sides met after a few minutes.

When the two sides met, Zhang Luo was waving the magic sword Muramasa in his hand to cut the time-traveling army in front of him in half. The sword strike with a sonic boom could kill five or six time-traveling soldiers at a time. The time-traveling soldiers that attacked later could not rush in before Zhang Luo's magic sword was swung.

"That, is your real body?"

Miaofa Muramasa stood on the outskirts of dozens of time-traveling troops, looking at the magic sword in Zhang Luo's hand, and asked Qianzi Muramasa beside him in surprise, how could two of the same sword really exist at the same time.

Senko Muramasa didn't say anything, but just stared at Zhang Luo's figure. He had long forgotten what kind of person Senko Muramasa was. However, monsters never recognized people by appearance, but by aura. The aura on Zhang Luo's body and the demon sword Senko Muramasa in his hand told him clearly that it was the blacksmith Senko Muramasa who forged it.

Qingtingqie looked at Senko Muramasa worriedly. If he really attacked the blacksmith Senko Muramasa, there would be no turning back.

Sengo Muramasa tightened his grip on the sword and walked forward, while Myoho Muramasa and Kōtōkiri followed quickly.

Zhang Luo was moving down the mountain when he suddenly felt danger approaching. He stopped abruptly and then drew his sword and slashed. The space was compressed as the sword was swung out, and the extremely sharp sword energy formed a circle and killed in all directions.

When Zhang Luo drew his sword and slashed, the Time Traveling Army within a radius of dozens of meters had no power to resist and was cut in half. As the Time Traveling Army that was killed turned into spirit particles and disappeared, only four people were still standing in this forest.

"That was a powerful blow, but I've never heard of a blacksmith who forged you having such great swordsmanship."

A voice sounded from behind him, and Zhang Luo turned around immediately. He saw three Fusangshen putting away their swords, and one of them was even sighing.

Zhang Luo's gaze swept over the three people and finally fell on the Fusangshen in the middle. Zhang Luo was very familiar with the knife in his hand, because that knife was exactly the same as the demon sword Sengoku Muramasa in Zhang Luo's hand.

"Senko Muramasa?" Zhang Luo called out the name of the Tsukumogami.

Qianzi Muramasa remained silent, looking at Zhang Luo with complicated eyes. Zhang Luo could see some murderous intent and resentment in his scarlet pupils.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the surrounding time-traveling army was secretly driven away by Qingtingqie, making the atmosphere tense.

"Lord Sengo Muramasa, I am Qingtingqiri, the work of blacksmith Fujiwara Masamune of the Mikawa Bunju school, which is also considered a branch of the Muramasa school." Half a minute later, Qingtingqiri could no longer bear this weird atmosphere and broke the silence.

"I am Myoho Muramasa, the third generation Muramasa, and this is Sengo Muramasa created by you." Following the Dragonfly Cut, Myoho Muramasa also spoke.

"I'm not interested in knowing here. You just need to tell me your purpose." Zhang Luo said coldly.

"Purpose?"

"Kill you! My goal is to kill you!"

Sengo Muramasa finally spoke, his twisted face filled with hatred and murderous intent.

"If it weren't for you ugly humans who created me for profit and desire, none of this would have happened!"

Sengo Muramasa's words became a little confused, and his tone full of resentment made people shudder.

Raising his true form, Senko Muramasa charged towards Zhang Luo with an ominous murderous intent. Seeing Senko Muramasa's move, Qingtingqiri and Myoho Muramasa had no time to say anything else and quickly drew their swords to follow.

"madness."

Zhang Luo moved his feet, moved sideways to avoid the blade, and rushed forward, slashing down with a perfect half arc. The weapons collided, and Qianzi Muramasa, who was rushing forward, staggered back three steps to the right.

"Cang! Cang!"

Zhang Luo blocked the attacks of Qingtingqiri and Myoho Muramasa with two swords and withdrew.

"Swords are weapons of destruction. If they develop intelligence, self-awareness, or even become a tsukumogami, they are no longer qualified swords."

It seemed that Senko Muramasa was stimulated when he saw Zhang Luo, and he went berserk. He used all his strength in every attack, trying to kill Zhang Luo with his sword. However, Zhang Luo, who knew him better than Senko Muramasa, just took a step back and avoided Senko Muramasa's blade just right, and even had time to comment on Senko Muramasa.

"Shut up! That's enough! The real sword kills!" Sengo Muramasa roared and used a special move that should not be used at this time.

"Pathetic, ridiculous, and sad."

Zhang Luo took three steps back, accurately avoiding the attack range of Senko Muramasa, and with a casual sword, he pulled Senko Muramasa's body to face the attack of Myoho Muramasa.

"I'm disappointed in you and myself." Swinging his sword to block the sneak attack from the dragonfly cutter, Zhang Luo said something that made the Fusangshen extremely angry. "It's unbelievable that I would create a waste like you. Our village is upright and has failures like you."

"Shut up, even if you are Sengo Muramasa, you can't insult us like this." Myoho Muramasa swung three swords in a row, slashing at Zhang Luo's head, neck, and heart, followed by Dragonfly Cut. Three gun flowers stabbed at Zhang Luo's knees, crotch, and waist respectively. One attacked the upper road and the other attacked the lower road. They cooperated closely and there was nowhere for people to hide.

However, Zhang Luo just took a step to the right and forward nonchalantly, and perfectly avoided the attacks of the two. None of the six attacks could hit Zhang Luo, and each attack passed by Zhang Luo. If someone who didn't know saw it, they would probably think that the two Fusangshen were cooperating with Zhang Luo in his performance.

Perhaps it was because he was the first generation of Muramasa, whether it was Miaofa Muramasa or a dragonfly that was not actually a Muramasa but just a name.

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Chapter 165 Retreat

At this moment, Ibaraki Douji has turned the game around. He used the power of transformation to transform into a giant demon that everyone feared. The sword in his hand burst out with a devilish attack of extremely destructive power, completely suppressing Ichigo Ichijin and other Tsukumogami. However, there were too many time-traveling troops. Even though Ibaraki Douji was powerful, he could not defeat the sword Tsukumogami of the Awataguchi school who had a tacit cooperation with the interference of so many time-traveling troops, and could only maintain his undefeated position.

The situation on Shuten-doji's side was not so good. After all, Mikazuki Munechika and Daiten-ta Mitsuyo were two of the Five Swords of the World. Even if they were not as good as Kokarasuma, they were not much worse. After a period of fighting, their condition returned to normal. With the help of the Demon-Exorcising Sword Shishiou and the Spirit Sword Kokitsunemaru, they were able to barely occupy a place in the battle.

The fight between the Yatagarasu and the Three-legged Crow in the sky has come to an end. Both sides are in a bad condition. Hair and flesh are falling off every moment. I am afraid that in a few minutes, the two mythical beasts will die together.

Ashiya Doman was entangled by Kokarasuma and couldn't get away. The divinity and fire from Amaterasu gave Ashiya Doman a headache and he could only keep retreating.

Tamamono Cat's situation is better. After all, there are not many Tsukumogami besieging her, and they are not from the same tribe with whom she cooperates tacitly. As a result, Tamamono Cat has achieved good results in the battle and can escape anytime and anywhere.

Zhang Luo took advantage of the empty space to take a quick look around, then shouted, "Yumozuo, come and help me!"

Zhang Luo overestimated his own strength and underestimated the number of the Time Travel Army. If this continued, he would probably be trapped here and die. Zhang Luo had no choice but to ask for help, and the only one who would come to the rescue as quickly as possible was Tamamo Cat.

"Meow! How dare you bully your master! So I'll kill them all! Brilliant Sunlight Nap Palace, a feast of wine and meat!"

The next second after Yumo Cat heard Zhang Luo's cry for help, its fur suddenly stood on end and it burst out with powerful wild power. It turned into an invisible shadow at the fastest speed, passed through the time travel army within 30 meters, and appeared in front of Zhang Luo.

By the time Tamamo Cat gained a foothold in front of Zhang Luo, hundreds of Time Travellers along the way all collapsed into spirits. Sengo Muramasa, Myoho Muramasa, and Dragonfly Cut were also severely injured and unable to fight anymore. They staggered back into the depths of the Time Travellers. Zhang Luo did not go to chase them, because the Fusangshen who had surrounded Tamamo Cat before had caught up and surrounded the two of them.

At this time, the sky was completely dark and the moon was hanging high in the sky, but tonight was a moonless night. Dense dark clouds covered the moon, and not even a trace of moonlight could be revealed.

"All retreat!"

Suddenly, a loud sound came from halfway up the mountain. The faces of the Fusangshen who surrounded Zhang Luo and Tamamo Neko changed. They all looked up at the sky, then turned and left. Then a large number of time-traveling troops rushed towards Zhang Luo and Tamamo Neko, blocking their way to pursue.

Ten seconds later, the Time Travel Army slowly retreated, and Fusangshen had already disappeared.

Zhang Luo looked suspicious as to why they suddenly retreated. If these time-traveling troops continued to besiege and kill him, he might not be able to hold out for long.

Yumo Cat wanted to chase after them, but was stopped by Zhang Luo. After all, there is a saying that goes "Don't chase after a desperate enemy." No one knew the reason for their retreat, and if they chased after them, there was a high probability that something would go wrong.

"The enemy has been repelled, master, I want carrots as a reward." Tamamo Cat did not spend any time thinking about the Time Travel Army, and immediately began to ask Zhang Luo for the reward.

"There will be carrots and dried fish." Zhang Luo stroked the Tamamo cat's furry head, but he was puzzled. Why would the Tamamo cat like carrots? Isn't that what rabbits like? And isn't the Tamamo cat originally a fox? After transforming into a cat, it really has the same habits as a cat.

"That's great! I love my master the most." Tamamo Cat cheered.

"Eh? Are you going to give out rewards? Then I want some wine and snacks." Ibaraki Douji had no intention of chasing. When he and Shuten Douji came to look for Zhang Luo, they happened to see Tamamo cat asking for rewards, so he said bluntly.

"What a generous master! Well, since Ibaraki asked for good wine, I want a good wine glass." Shuten-doji walked lightly to Zhang Luo, hugged Zhang Luo's arm, and spoke in a tone that seemed like a coquettish tone, which made people feel dazed.

"Sure, whether it's fish, carrots, wine, snacks, or the wine glass Shuten wants, I'll give it to you in a moment." Zhang Luo agreed to the three people's request as if he were under a spell. However, Zhang Luo was still Shuten-douji's master, and Shuten-douji didn't actively use his charm, so Zhang Luo quickly sobered up.

Although Zhang Luo agreed to the request of Shuten Douji and Ibaraki Douji because of their charm, he did not intend to go back on his word. There was no need for him to lower his favorability in the hearts of the two because of this matter.

"Mr. Luo, are you injured?" At this time, Ashiya Doman also came over.

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Master," Zhang Luo said. "I wonder if you have figured out why those Fusangshen suddenly left?"

Ashiya Doman hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "They seemed to leave because it was night, but the night has always been the world of monsters. I have never heard of a monster fleeing because it was dark."

Zhang Luo looked up at the sky in confusion. It was full of dark clouds. It was a dark and windy night, a time of murder and arson. In such an environment, the monsters would definitely be stronger than humans.

Ashiya Doman was also extremely puzzled. He had never seen such an abnormal Tsukumogami before.

"What should we do next?" Zhang Luo asked Ashiya Doman, wanting to see what Ashiya Doman's plans were.

"We have no choice but to leave. Compared to monsters, humans are no match for us in the mountains," Ashiya Michiman said, glancing at his former residence on the mountain. It was now a ruin, with flying dirt and holes everywhere, completely uninhabitable. "Let's go to Himeji Castle and ask the lord for a place to stay. I also need to inform them of what happened today."