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No matter what, it is a magic sword. As long as I can get this magic sword, my strength and status will be affirmed!

Not only did the young people have a fire burning in their hearts, but even the old guys wanted to fight for it. The knife just now was telling them to go through layers of tests and come to him, so let's go!

Almost at the same time, those swordsmen with blades tightly in their hands charged towards the skeletons blocking the road. The magic sword was too attractive to these Japanese swordsmen!

At this moment, Xia Yan heard the sound of the system.

So Xia Yan, under the pretext of settling everyone down first, prepared to meet up with other friends, then find a room to settle down, and then sneaked away on the pretext of going to the bathroom. After confirming again and again that there was no one around, Xia Yan turned his attention to his system, feeling a little confused at the same time.

The system did not react to the current incident. Could it be that there will be other abnormal events happening after this incident?

When he opened the system screen, what came into view was a very traditional Japanese street, which made Xia Yan's heart tighten.

Strange noises continued to be heard, and those noises sounded like crying and laughing. At the same time, thick fog began to spread. The fog passed through the streets and gathered towards Mount Fuji. Then, one after another, the monsters that had appeared in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons before, or the monsters that the people of this country could call out by name, appeared one by one.

The huge skull lowered its body, which was as tall as a three-story building. Two jade-like eyeballs moved around in the empty skull. "I feel the breath of the demon sword coming."

The woman, wearing a white kimono and surrounded by falling snowflakes, covered her mouth. "The appearance of the demon sword means that the master is about to be resurrected from the sea. The memories in our minds should have clearly told us this. It's time for us to take the lead. The biggest One Hundred Demons Night Parade so far!"

The cat demon with two tails opened his eyes. "I didn't participate in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons before because it was completely unnecessary. But this time is different. If it is for that sir, for the prosperity of our demon world, then why not participate this time?"

A bald-headed kappa with a turtle shell on his back fiddled with water in his hands, with a look of pity on his face, "It's a pity that those monster masters haven't come to this world yet, otherwise, it would be more enjoyable if those masters led us in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

A monster with half of its body being a spider and only the upper body of a woman walked out of the mist and stretched gently. His voice was strange, with a bit of charm that women didn't want. "According to our memory, four magic swords are needed to open the seal. Now the first one has appeared. Let's go find it. We can't let these keys fall into the hands of humans!"

In the dark purple mist, pair of red eyes opened one after another, and noisy responses continued to sound. They all agreed with what the monster said. No matter what, the demon sword that served as the key must not fall into the hands of humans!

The leading monsters narrowed their eyes, looked at each other, and raised their hands. "Although it has been less than a year since we last showed our existence, let's begin! Let's begin our Night Parade of One Hundred Demons! Hahahahaha!! Tell humans that our time is coming!"

[EX-level event prelude: SS-level event - the first key]

After watching the trailer, Xia Yan paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and almost cursed.

What did the boy who was speaking in the shadow of the moon just now say? Demon Sword Murasame... There is no doubt that the abnormal events here will not cause any serious impact.

But what can we do? The destination of those monsters is here!

Chapter 129: Summoning Heroic Spirits

When Xia Yan saw that he was about to face many monsters this time, his first reaction was to summon Raikou's mother, who possessed a mysterious killer, into this world.

But then Xia Yan quickly shook his head. If he summoned Lai Guang’s mother at this time, he would be worried all day long in the future!

Anyway, the summons of the three sluts will be kept in Chaldea for a while! !

Now! !

absolute! !

Can't summon them out!!

Anyway, it has to be resolved as soon as possible. In this arena-like space, the easiest way is to directly gain the recognition of the demon sword Murasame, which will allow you to control the demon sword Murasame in your own hands. With the help of the heroic spirits, it is always easier for you to keep the so-called key than those ordinary people.

Now that I think about it, it was a private gathering between friends and classmates. If I took Black Zhen with me, it would cause misunderstandings from others. I persuaded a certain Dragon Witch to stay at home temporarily with all kinds of sweets, which was a wrong choice!!

There is no doubt that after Greece, Japan will also face the arrival of mythological anomalies. It seems that more heroes will be deployed here in the future.

After such a long time, Xia Yan has basically figured out how to master the knowledge he learned in Chaldea back into his own body. That is of course to summon the heroic spirits he had been disciples of, just like his mind now has Christian theology, alchemy, and some detective skills.

Next, I should summon at least one kendo-type heroic spirit, so that I will be able to compete for the ownership of the demon sword Chun Yu. On the other hand, I must also prevent those monsters from directly attacking me after the collapse of this selection space, so I should also summon a heroic spirit against those monsters that will be coming later.

In that case, let's summon three heroic spirits first, Okita Souji, Senko Muramasa, and Watanabe Tsuna!

While there was no one around him in the toilet, Xia Yan opened the system and edited it quickly. Fortunately, his familiarity with the Heroic Spirits helped him to quickly complete the editing of the Heroic Spirits under such great pressure.

In an unknown space, the purple-haired little devil was swinging her feet. After seeing the three applications popping up on the system, she was ready to approve them. However, before she approved them, the little devil suddenly frowned, her eyes turned red, and she turned around with an evil smile on her face, and her tone was very unhappy.

"Ah~ Even if it's you who came into the little devil's secret room uninvited, I won't let you go easily. Judging from the god's divine power contained in my body, I am more powerful than you. If there is no reason, I will not let you go."

The person standing in the darkness just smiled gently. The black clothes with red patterns in the sky kept streaking red light in the darkness. The person who came just waved his hand gently, first explaining that he had no hostile intentions, and then pointed to the last application of the little devil junior that had not yet passed.

The purple-haired little devil smiled softly. After looking at the last application, he understood what exactly this uninvited person was thinking. "Let me explain first. If you settle the score later, I won't take the blame for you."

The person hiding in the darkness nodded and gently raised his hand. A red pentagram appeared on the application screen. Then the last application was covered by a black and red light, and then tampering occurred. After doing all this, the uninvited person disappeared in this space.

The purple-haired little devil swung his feet, picked up a candy from the side, then propped up his chin with his hand and turned on the live broadcast, "Senior... a troublesome beast has passed, I hope your heart can still bear it."

On this side, after completing the summoning of the heroic spirits, they returned to communicate with the others. Most of the friends decided to stay where they were and wait for the trial to end. Only a few people wanted to try to snatch the demon swords from the hands of these Japanese people. After all, what if?

Those who were planning to take on the challenge had either learned certain martial arts when they were young or had already awakened their special powers. After all, the others also had a certain degree of self-awareness. Xia Yan felt the various Japanese swordsmanship and the forging and evaluation techniques of swords gradually becoming clear in his mind, and Xia Yan understood that he was now qualified to compete for the magic sword.

Of course, there are also some brave people who are holding cameras to record everything. If there is no internet in this space, I'm afraid someone would have already prepared a live broadcast. I hope that after the photo space collapses, no one will show off immediately, otherwise, those monsters will definitely rush over as soon as possible.

"Great, let's find a chance to bring their national treasure home!!"

The boy found a firewood stick in the room with a smile on his face, and then rushed directly towards the skeletons blocking the street. The stick in his hand seemed to be waving randomly, but it seemed to be enough to deal with this first level.

Xia Yan took a few steps forward, and the skeletons that were originally broken up by the burning iron rods reassembled themselves and blocked the road at this moment. It seemed that no one was allowed to take shortcuts. However, at this time, he should say, "That's exactly what I want!"

Although he usually doesn't like to get involved in anything, this doesn't mean he's afraid of things. Most Chinese people have this mentality. They have been hiding their weapons for a long time! Today they are unsheathed!

Xia Yan rushed directly towards the skeletons. After observing them just now, he found that the speed of these skeletons was not very agile. Looking at the raised arms of the skeletons, Xia Yan dodged slightly to the side. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and snatched a blade that looked intact from the skeleton's hand.

That's right, this knife can only be described as being in relatively intact condition. Compared to those weapons that are frequently maintained or have just been forged, the blades of these weapons have become a little dull, and there are traces of a lot of rust on the silver-white blades, but it can still be used.

There is a saying that goes, if we don’t have guns or swords, the enemy will make them for us. Anyway, someone will definitely provide better weapons in the next level.

Looking at the new puppet-like existence that appeared before him, Xia Yan clenched the sword in his hand and rushed out. What he learned in Chaldea was not some performance sword technique, but a real sword that killed people!

No need to follow the rules, the sword in your hand is all about killing the enemy!!

Chapter 130: Onmyoji? I didn't summon an Onmyoji, did I?

In the real world, Chizi Muramasa looked at the swordsman wearing a green haori beside him and raised his eyebrows. Then he turned his head to look at the side. His originally calm face instantly showed some signs of collapse. "Why is it you?"

The black yin and yang, the priest's attire, the tall black hat, the half-black and half-white hair, the slightly narrowed eyes that did not hide their malice at all, and the raised black hand with sharp nails, as well as the strange paper man on the hand, all told everyone -

There is no way this person could be Watanabe Tsuna.

“Huff, huff, huff…hahahaha…please allow me to change my clothes for a moment. I’m still not used to wearing such formal clothes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the black Yin-Yang priest uniform turned into an extremely strange monk's robe, revealing half of his chest and abdomen. His full muscles were definitely not inferior to any close combat warrior. His black and white hair spread out on both sides, with traces of being slightly curled, and at the same time, two bells made crisp sounds at the ends of his hair.

The bells at the bottom of the monk's robe made a series of sounds as he turned around.

At the same time, this strange man showed a false sadness on his face, "It's really sad. After all, I and you are companions, right? I just saw and missed the master's bright eyes, so I couldn't help but use some means to come here."

The monk covered his face with a red paper figure made with his fingertips. He looked like a mad beast and narrowed his eyes slightly. It was impossible to tell whether what he said was true or a lie.

"Didn't I say this? If it's for the Master, I won't hesitate to do anything. Whether it's killing or ravaging, I won't be confused about anything that the Master is hesitant about. Even if it means committing a heinous crime, I will still do it for the Master."

This strange monk hugged himself tightly. How can he convey the throbbing in his heart to you? Master, whenever I look into your eyes or your profile, I always fall into thoughts that I cannot extricate myself from. I must calm down, I must calm down...

"If it's you, Master, for the sake of justice, it doesn't matter even if you use me to pieces."

The monk looked at the other two Heroic Spirits and smiled, opening his arms. "I think you two can relate to my feelings for the Master."

Muramasa clutched his clothes tightly. He could not empathize with this guy, even though they had some exchanges in Chaldea. After all, this guy was the other side of the great Onmyoji...

But no matter what, he had no way to understand the existence in front of him!

His eyes are like polished obsidian, and he often has a cruel yet perfect smile on his face. His body is so terrifying that he can easily tear his enemies apart even with his bare hands. Yet, looking at him can even give people a sense of beauty. He is a monster in human form - the Onmyoji, a wizard from the Heian period.

Also known as Doma the Hoshi and Monk Doman, he is a monster who competes with Abe Haruaki, the strongest sorcerer in the Heian period. He is not a hero who protects people, but is classified as an anti-hero because he harms people with vicious means and uses his own destruction to bring peace to the world.

However, Alterego Ashiya Doman is a similar existence to the Ashiya Doman who once existed. He incorporated the three gods and evil spirits into his own spiritual base and became a high-level Servant.

The three gods and evil spirits included are the goddess Itzpapalotl from Aztec mythology, the evil god Chernobog from Slavic mythology, and the vengeful evil spirit Sakufu from Japan during the Heian period.

He is the enemy of the capital city and the people protected by Abe Haruaki. He regards himself as a transcendent being who is well versed in the five elements and can sometimes even manipulate the gods. He laughs at trivial things, fragile and impermanent things, and the common people who live down-to-earth lives. He likes to trample on people's self-esteem and beliefs for entertainment.

Such an existence is so close to being completely evil... No matter how many times I come into contact with it, I can't help but feel my body trembling!

How can I say that my Master can actually tame such a beast? Should I say that he is truly worthy of being called a Master?

A sword suddenly appeared in Muramasa's hand. To be honest, every time he saw this guy in front of him like this, he wanted to swing his sword at him.

Ashiya Doman looked at the two heroes who were wary of him and shook his head. He gently touched his lips with his sharp fingers. The fallen monk raised his lips and said, "The purpose of the Master summoning us is to prevent the monsters from taking away the sword... I can see that you are afraid of me...

Then please allow me to go ahead. I will help you to keep all dangers out of the safe range."

After saying this, Ashiya Doman himself turned into a small red paper man and floated onto the roof. No one noticed when he replaced his real body with a shikigami.

Muramasa looked at the disappearing Doman and couldn't help but raise his hand and scratched his hair, "Really... so willful, the Master will have a headache again, right?"

"Does Master Muramasa intend to stay here?"

The girl wearing the Shinsengumi uniform stood on the rooftop, tidied her hair in the wind and asked.

A young and strong boy with red hair sat on the roof. He then gently adjusted the coat in his hand and put it on his back. "Of course I have to wait here for the Master to come out from another space. After all, the purpose of the Master summoning me this time is the demon sword."

Therefore, you have to see the situation of the demon sword as soon as possible.

The girl in the Shinsengumi uniform understood what old man Muramasa had not finished saying. She clenched the samurai sword at her waist, and after thinking for a moment, she smiled. Although she wanted to see the Master as soon as possible, if the love between two people is long-lasting, why should they be together day and night? As expected, she should just stare at that damn beautiful beast first.

"Then I'll leave this place to you, old man."

After saying this, the girl disappeared on the roof.

In that selection space, the blade in Xia Yan's hand pierced through the head of a puppet that was blocking the way. Then he raised his hand, pointed it behind him, and quickly drew a five-pointed star with his hand. A ball of fire shot out from the center of the five-pointed star and directly knocked off the head of another puppet that pounced on him.

Looking at his hands, Xia Yan was stunned. It seemed that he had just made a choice and judgment in a hurry. This was not alchemy, but Yin-Yang magic... Watanabe Tsuna... knows Yin-Yang magic...

Chapter 131: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Xia Yan stood there in a daze, feeling the power he had just used. Yin-Yang magic or something... I shouldn't have summoned any heroic spirits related to Yin-Yang magic, so why did he have a bad feeling in his heart?

Although Xia Yan stood there in a daze, the guys around him showed no intention of stopping. One of the puppets holding a samurai sword rushed directly towards Xia Yan. After seeing the cold light approaching him, Xia Yan subconsciously clenched his fist and smashed it to the side.

By the way, he shouted "Hallelujah!"

Looking at the puppet rushing towards him, whose head was directly knocked off by his punch, Xia Yan placed his hands on his forehead and chest and made a praying gesture. Then he completely woke up. It seemed that he was in an emergency situation just now. He unconsciously used the fighting skills he learned from Martha.

What a sin!

Although he was very confused as to why vague Yin-Yang magic appeared in his mind, now was obviously not the time to think about these things. In any case, he should first put the so-called demon sword Murasame into his own pocket.

If you continue forward, you will see the companion who was holding the fire stick in his hand, sitting on the side of the road with a helpless expression on his face. Obviously, he did not pass the next level. However, since the Japanese players who were preparing to compete for the demon sword have gone deeper into this area before them, it is not dangerous to continue staying on the side of the road.

My friend shrugged his shoulders and then made a cheering gesture, "This is my limit. You have to keep working hard and find a chance to bring their demon sword back to our country."

Xia Yan nodded and looked around. This place had already entered the center of the city. It was a little different from a normal city. Originally, this should have been where the city lord lived, like a city within a city, but now it had turned into a huge tall building.

Sixteen staircases extended outward from the pavilion, constantly rising and shrinking like a high tower. Now, as long as one pushed open the door in front of him, he could climb up this staircase and look up at the platform above the stairs. The platform was obscured by the bloody moonlight, making it impossible to see whether there was already someone waiting on the platform.

In front of the door stood a figure with a mask on his face and a somewhat illusory body. It was obvious that this was completely different from the previous tests. If one could pass the previous tests with luck, then the test in front of him was really screening people. Brute force or superpowers alone were not enough to pass this test.

The weapon in Xia Yan's hand had long been replaced with a fairly good, complete samurai sword. However, based on his own hand feel, the style of this samurai sword was not the type that he was most comfortable with, but that didn't matter!

The illusory figure wearing a mask slowly drew out his blade. Through the expressionless mask, this person seemed extremely cold and dangerous.

Xia Yan did not hesitate and charged forward. The blades collided with each other, and he kept moving forward along the enemy's hand holding the knife. Xia Yan did not consider himself a complete swordsman.

After the blades touched the handles, Xia Yan twisted his body, raised his foot, and kicked the masked man in front of him at the neck.

The slender legs showed their advantage to the fullest at this moment. Perhaps the masked figure did not expect things to develop like this. The black boots worn by Xia Yan made direct and intimate contact with the masked man's neck.

The powerful force made the masked guy take several steps back. He covered his neck with his hands and his whole body went limp. Xia Yan took this opportunity and thrust the sword in his hand forward. The tip of the sword pierced through the mask and into the masked man's head.

Xia Yan reached out and took the blade from the masked man, then walked inside as he watched the door in front of him gradually open.

In the residential area on the other side, all the lights have been turned off, and even the curtains are drawn tightly. When the evening breeze blows, there is no sound at all, and the entire residential area seems dead silent. This is the unique way that the residents here deal with the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. As long as they pretend that they are not there, they can avoid the harassment of those monsters to the greatest extent.

Under the influence of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, the sky, which would have taken a long time for the sun to set, was now covered with a large amount of dark clouds, as if it were night.

Some wealthy people even hid in secret rooms in their houses, where they could better isolate themselves from the smell.

Some people who are very scared will hide under their covers and switch their phones to night mode, hoping to get the strength to drive away their fear from the encouragement and chats with people on the Internet.

At the same time, there is also official map feedback, telling everyone where the One Hundred Demons Night Parade has spread or passed through.

[It’s almost time. The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons will pass through the area where I live! Why haven’t I gone home these days? I have to stay here and face such danger. I’m so scared that my body can’t stop shaking, but I can’t make any sound.]

[Calm down. The purpose of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons this time is not to take people away and show their existence. Their purpose is to find the demon sword. I wonder if the authorities can give them some misleading information and lead these demons to the no-man's land.]

[That’s right, the monsters’ purpose this time is not to take people away, so we should be safe, right? I can’t imagine these monsters wanting to take us away while searching for their target!]