Chapter 53 Onikiri, Demon Sword Muramasa, Kusanagi Sword! There was a flash of light in his hand, and Chen Lingyou took the sword back into the system space. Here, a blue light suddenly appeared on the blade of the long sword. [Tachi Murasame Maru (Exquisite): A special material stained with a mysterious aura, which can be used to synthesize a special sequence] "Murasamemaru?" Chen Lingyou frowned, and for a moment felt that the name was somewhat familiar. "Oh, right? It seems to be a famous sword from my previous life?" (This is a fictional history, please don’t take it seriously) He no longer cares about the mere fine materials, but since this Murasame Maru will undergo such a special change. If it is not a coincidence, then could there be other similar weapons in the Japanese Empire that are imbued with this special aura? If that was the case, he would remember that the Murasamemaru was not ranked high in the ranking of swords in his daily life. Is it possible that those world-famous ones would be of higher quality?

"I didn't expect that this trip would bring me unexpected gains..." Chen Lingyou curled the corners of her mouth slightly and turned her attention back to the real world. At this time, Miki Kyo, who had completely transformed into a dragon, had stood up, feeling the changes in himself incredulously. Afterwards, Zhou Shuiliang slowly landed in front of him, his eyes like an eagle, carefully examining the work of art he had created. "Thief... Master... Master!" When he saw Zhou Shuiliang, Sanmu Jing was still angry and insulting words were about to come out of his mouth subconsciously. But for some reason, as soon as this thought arose in his mind, he forcibly turned it back. The words that came out of his mouth were forced to turn into kneeling on one knee and addressing each other as master and servant with a fanatical look on their faces. Seeing this scene, Zhou Shuiliang nodded slightly. He couldn't say he was satisfied, but it was okay. "Not bad. At least you are much stronger than before. Kneel down first." After being transformed into a Jiao-man, Miki Kyo's racial identity is no longer human. In addition to possessing hard scales, like Zhou Shuiliang, it can survive in the sea for a long time without breathing air. "despair……" Chen Lingyou tiptoed and slowly landed in front of Sanmu Jing. He took out the Murasame Maru from the system space and asked in a calm tone. "Where did this knife come from?" "Humph!" Facing the other party's question, Miki Kyo just snorted coldly without even raising his head, looking like he would rather die than surrender. Chen Lingyou and Zhou Shuiliang are in the same group and both murdered their own sons.

Even if Sanmu Jing was in deathly pain, there was no way he would answer his enemy's questions! Seeing this, Zhou Shuiliang frowned deeply and his face instantly became gloomy. "How dare you not answer an adult's question? You're courting death!!!" As he spoke, a special wave suddenly emanated from him. As soon as the two came into contact, Miki Kyo immediately felt an incomparable pain coming from the depths of his soul. Under this fluctuation, his soul seemed to be undergoing the torture of slow slicing. Wisps of soul, like flesh and blood, were scraped off piece by piece. This kind of pain that comes from the depths of the soul cannot be endured for even a moment, no matter how powerful the psychic is. "Ah! It hurts!!!" Miki Kyo, who had been keeping a tough mouth just now, suddenly let out several howls of pain. He struggled violently on the beach, while forcing himself to kowtow to Zhou Shuiliang. "Master! I was wrong! I was wrong!" "Stop! Stop now! I said!" "Oh, if it doesn't hurt, how can I teach people like you a lesson?" Zhou Shuiliang laughed contemptuously but did not stop what he was doing immediately. He waited for several dozen seconds. When Miki Kyo started to roll his eyes and was about to faint, he slowly withdrew the breath. "Oh, I thought you were so tough, but this is all?" Looking at the figure lying on the ground half-dead like a dead dog. Zhou Shuiliang stepped forward, kicked him mercilessly, and spoke in a cold tone. "Remember! You are no longer a human being, but just a dog I raise!" "Since you are useful to me, I will spare your life this time. If you do it again, you will die!" "Yes Yes!" At this moment, Miki Kyo no longer cared about his face. In order to avoid experiencing the extreme pain just now, he pointed his head at Chen Lingyou again and knocked it down hard. "Thank you very much for sparing my life. Please feel free to ask me anything you want to know. I will tell you everything I know!" Seeing Miki Kyo's face full of fear, Chen Lingyou couldn't help but look up to Zhou Shuiliang, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. On the surface, Zhou Shuiliang is just a careless and reckless man, but in reality, he is smarter than anyone else. Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to toss the sword in his hand, indicating that Miki Kyo should answer his previous question.

This time, Miki Kyo didn't dare to hesitate at all, and even didn't dare to stand up. He just knelt and spoke. "Sir, the sword in your hand is called Murasamemaru, a precious sword passed down from generation to generation in our Miki family." "According to rumors from our ancestors, this sword has killed many monsters and has the power to suppress evil." "Monster... the aura of suppressing evil..." Chen Lingyou seemed to be thinking about something. Although these rumors may not be true, I think they are more or less related to the mysterious aura that the system described. "Is there anything similar to this sword in Japan?" Hearing this question, Sanmu Jing had already guessed what Chen Lingyou wanted to do, but he could only speak tremblingly. "Have!" "In our Japan, there are three clans and five schools, a total of eight major forces." "As far as I know, there are three most famous magic weapons in the history of Japan." "These three divine weapons belong to the three major clans among the eight major forces." "It is a treasure that only the clan leaders of each clan are qualified to use." “These three divine weapons are: Genji's demon sword - Onikiri, Muramasa’s Demonic Sword——Muramasa And, the first of the three sacred weapons, the Kusanagi clan's Murakumo sword - Kusanagi!" "Onikiri, demon sword, Kusanagi..." Chen Lingyou murmured unconsciously. These familiar names instantly made him even more curious about these so-called divine weapons. "Where are these three clans you mentioned? Lead us there." Hearing this, a hint of bitterness appeared on Miki Kyo's face as expected. He hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and risked his life to speak. "Sir, I advise you not to go..." "You may not know that the leaders of the eight major forces in Japan are all strong men above SSS level." "The contemporary successor of Ertian Yishu, his realm is even higher..." Sanmu Jing was halfway through his words when Zhou Shuiliang suddenly interrupted him with an impatient wave of his hand. "Why are you talking so much nonsense?" "My Lord asked you to lead the way, just do it, and there is no need for you to say anything else." At this moment, Sanmu Jing was suddenly stunned, his eyes fell on Zhou Shuiliang and Chen Lingyou, and then he seemed to realize something belatedly...

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