People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

There have been many conflicts in the fight for underground black boxing venues, and the final result is that the Onmyoji family is defeated and withdraws from the sphere of influence of underground black boxing.

Later, no one came forward.

After all, this piece of cake is not very rich compared to the prosperous Japanese market.

But now, no one expected that Zhang Benhe and this guy could be so powerful.

No one thought that Tsukahara Ichiye's reputation as a swordsman was in vain. Just based on the few strikes just now, these family heads believed that they could take on the attack.

But it's not that easy.

of course.

The most powerful thing about Onmyoji is the Shikigami, which is also the reason why martial artists are in decline. Their strength depends entirely on improving themselves.

For an ordinary Onmyoji, giving him a Shikigami is like giving an ordinary person a pistol.

Especially when the Shikigami can be transformed and upgraded in various ways.

No one looks down on ordinary martial artists.

suddenly.

The largest electronic screen in the venue flashed, and it was time for a commercial, but the figure of Keiko Minamikawa appeared.

Keiko Minamikawa sat in the studio reading the script.

"Now, a breaking news story: A fire broke out in a large residential building in the Omihachiman area. The fire affected the adjacent shops, and the entire street was engulfed in flames. As of this time, it has not yet been extinguished."

"The specific casualties and property losses are still being calculated."

"Ah!" Shen Muli suddenly screamed.

Zhang Benhe looked over in confusion.

Tears kept flowing out of Shenmuli's eyes.

"That's my family's dojo. It's my family's dojo."

"Woo woo woo, it must be you, it must be you who started the fire."

Kamiki Rei pointed at Tsukahara Ichiyo and cried.

"Why, why did you do this? Tsukahara Morihi, I didn't mean it. We were in competition. We signed a life and death agreement. Why did you look for my family?"

Tsukahara Ichiyo glanced at Kamiki Rei, who was crying so hard that her face was pale and she was almost out of breath.

Sneered.

A slut from a rural place like Omihachiman, a fool who doesn't know what's good for her.

How dare you kill the son I value most and whom I have nurtured.

Tsukahara Ichiyo ignored Kamiki Rei.

He held the knife in both hands and pointed it at Zhang Benhe from a distance.

For the first time, anger appeared on Zhang Benhe's casual face.

"Did you do it?" Zhang Benhe ripped off his white sweatshirt, revealing his dark, knotted muscles covered with scars. "Don't answer me. Whether you did it or not, you must die. I say that."

As he spoke, he slowly gathered strength throughout his body, emitting red spiritual power which slowly condensed behind him.

A red-bearded dragon slowly emerged, growing bigger and bigger, and hovering above Zhang Benhe's head.

Tsukahara Ichiha raised the Mikazuki Munechika katana with both hands and pointed it in the air.

[Secret Sword: True One-no-Tachi]

The whole body's momentum exploded.

Rush up to the sky with the samurai sword.

A ten-meter-long white sword energy formed around Mikazuki Munechika.

Both sides have accumulated strength to the extreme.

The huge sword energy locked onto Zhang Benhe tightly and chopped down fiercely.

Zhang Benhe shouted loudly.

The red-bearded dragon exploded, turning into a red fist more than ten meters wide and crashing into the white sword energy.

With a loud bang.

The dazzling fist mark disappeared in an instant.

The white blade remained motionless.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface, and then the crack spread infinitely, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground like sand.

"Come die."

Zhang Benhe shouted loudly.

Without waiting for Tsukahara Ichiyo to gather strength again.

His fists were glowing red like rockets, and countless punches covered the sky and blasted towards Tsukahara Ichiye.

At this time, Shen Muli curled up in Fang Zuo's arms, crying heart-wrenchingly, unable to even speak clearly.

It took a long time to tell the whole story.

By the time he finished speaking word by word, his face was red, he was out of breath, and his hair was messy.

Fang Zuo's shirt was wet with tears.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and watched the movement in the field.

The winner is already obvious.

Although Tsukahara Ichiha was waving Crescent Moon Munechika, he blocked some of the red fist prints.

But most of the body was still hit.

The whole person was like a sandbag, being hit by random punches in the air and unable to land on the ground.

At last.

He fell to the ground like a piece of rag.

Vomiting blood and groaning.

The pride of the Sword Saint clan is now no different from a pile of cow dung.

"I told you I'd beat you to death, you bastard."

Zhang Benhe spat in disdain and walked over slowly.

Tsukahara Ichiha struggled to his feet, "The Tsukahara... Sword Saint Clan will never...lose."

He threw out the Mikazuki Munechika katana in his hand.

Mikazuki Munechika was thrown into the air, emitting a captivating black light.

A huge black gas rose into the sky.

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Kana Morisawa walked towards a manor.

Here, there were several old guys waiting for her.

Although they have been hiding behind the Yamaguchi-gumi, they have hardly ever been involved in anything.

Only when the other side also has an old guy will he come forward to contact and negotiate with each other, or kill him.

Why did he suddenly jump out and come to Tokyo?

After all, their deterrent has been here for so many years.

If it were in the past, I would probably have to go in on my knees.

But, ever since that man came into being...

Kana Morisawa sneered, straightened her waist, and walked in gracefully.

Chapter 144 Shiraishi Nagami and Morisawa Kana

Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

Tsukahara Ichiyo was beaten to death on the ground by Zhang Benhe's random punches.

His whole body was like a piece of crushed dough, with several indentations from fist marks on it.

The bones in the body made breaking sounds from time to time.

He kept vomiting blood from his mouth, exhaling more than inhaling. I guess he won't live long.

"Father."

"Master of the house."

Tsukahara Shigeki and his family members gathered around.

After checking on his father's condition, Tsukahara Shigeki cast a resentful look at him and shouted to the sky, "Please, senior, kill them all without leaving a single one alive."

The Crescent Moon Munechika thrown out by Tsukahara Ichiyo turned into a huge black gas and soared into the sky.

The black air instantly filled the entire arena.

A huge crescent moon slowly appeared in the black fog, rising and falling.

Emitting a faint white light.

The cold and solemn light of the crescent moon resembles the blade of a samurai sword.

Captivating.

"It's [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]." A silver-haired Yin-Yang master suddenly shouted, "That's right, it's him."

"How is that possible? The [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] created by the Genji clan has long been gone for hundreds of years. How could it appear in Tsukahara Ichiyo's hands and become a samurai sword?"

"What's impossible? Maybe Tsukahara Bokuden became a swordsman thanks to this Shikigami."

"So, it turns out that the famous Sword Saint only reached the realm of Sword Saint with the help of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]."

"Everyone be careful, [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] is a veteran Shikigami with great strength. Don't let him accidentally injure you."

Zhang Benhe looked at the crescent moon above him with disdain and shook his head. "I was wondering if this so-called Sword Saint was anything more than that. His body is so fragile that it can't withstand a few punches. It turns out he's just a fake who relies on external objects to improve himself."

He wiped his fist and shook his head: "What bad luck, what a damn bad luck."

A strange closed eye slowly appeared in the crescent moon in the sky, and then slowly opened.

An overwhelming pressure covered the entire arena.

The Onmyojis released their Shikigami to resist.

As expected of a veteran Shikigami, even his pressure is so strong.

Shen Muli in Fang Zuo's arms was still crying sadly. Listening to the noisy voices of the crowd, she just glanced at the sky lightly and ignored everything else.

The little face was hidden in the man's arms.

With this man around, there's nothing to worry about.

Just need to vent your emotions freely.

[Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]'s only eye emitted a black light, and it spoke majestically: "I..."

Only one word was said.

The spiritual energy is confined all around.

A huge golden palm slapped down from its head.

The pupil of his only eye shrank rapidly.

Then there was a loud bang.

A large handprint with a deep indentation appeared on the grass and dirt on the arena, connected to the huge alloy floor below.

Like slapping a small ant to death, he slapped [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] to the ground.

Including the entire Tsukahara family who were crying around Tsukahara Ichiyo.