The surrounding courtyard was then restored to its original state. "Grandpa Muramasa! You're cheating! How come you can use your abilities?" Miyamoto Musashi turned around suddenly and swung the broken sword in his hand directly towards Emiya Shirou's face. "Snapped--!" The sound of the knife handle being caught steadily could be heard under the night sky. "You don't always think that the enemies you encounter are always regular swordsmen, right? No matter what evil spirits we encounter now, some of them have powerful blood ghost arts, so we must be careful and guard against them." "It's just that when you travel to other worlds in the future, you will always encounter some strange powers." "One more thing, don't call me Grandpa Muramasa! I'm not that old!" Shirou Emiya spoke helplessly to restore Miyamoto Musashi. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, there were only a few pure swordsmen in this world, or even those who stood at the top with pure kendo. Even if we just talk about martial arts, the strongest ones he has seen so far are only Edwards and Li Shuwen.

These two people are at the top of martial arts. As for the others, they will more or less use all other powers to make up for the deficiencies in their martial arts. For example, the released Raikiri uses the power of lightning to create an extremely fast sword slash. "Come again! I've already figured out how to deal with that [Raikiri]!" Miyamoto Musashi just stood there and thought for a while, then looked at Emiya Shirou with an extremely confident expression. He must have the answer in his mind that could decide the outcome. "Let's stop here for today. We need to travel tomorrow. There's no need to rush." Shirou Emiya looked at the scarlet moon above his head and waved his hand, indicating that he needed to rest. In fact, at this stage, given Shirou Emiya's current condition, not sleeping for several days and nights will not have any significant impact at all. His body is now a prosthetic one, and the fatigue caused by it will be absorbed by the [evil]. But Miyamoto Musashi is still a human being. Even though her physical fitness is considered to be top-notch among humans, and even if her injuries were completely healed through her Zanpakuto. But the necessary fatigue would still show on her. After such intense sparring, if she did not rest, by the time Miyamoto Musashi herself reacted, she would only feel exhausted all over her body. “Okay—!” Miyamoto Musashi nodded upon seeing this. She also understood the principle of combining work and rest. Although she couldn't feel it now, since Emiya Shirou said so, she would definitely feel it later. A few days ago, because she didn't listen to the old man, she was carried on Shirou Emiya's back the next day with a tired face, and then had to endure his vicious ridicule. Shirou Emiya and Musashi Miyamoto's walking speed was not slow, but it was not as fast as a car or train. On the one hand, the road is not deserted, and there are still some lucky people who survive the attack of the evil spirits. Shirou Emiya and Musashi Miyamoto both hold the idea of ​​helping as much as possible and provide some assistance in terms of food or weapons. After all, they don't know where is safe here. Another aspect is that it is impossible for them to travel at all costs. They are not servants like Joan of Arc who can run all the way and still maintain their combat effectiveness in the end. What's more, even with the existence of a servant like Jeanne, it took more than half a day, or even nearly a day, to run from Sighisoara to Tolifas. This war between humans and ghosts did not start in a short period of time.

Shirou Emiya didn't think he could finish it in a short time. Especially since he is now completely in the dark. So while on the road, Shirou Emiya would choose to practice with Miyamoto Musashi. Help Miyamoto Musashi to understand her swordsmanship. After all, Miyamoto Musashi originally planned to wander around the world like a ronin, and fight with more swordsmen to comprehend his own way of emptiness. Shirou Emiya can represent many swordsmen alone, which is much more convenient and faster than Miyamoto Musashi looking for them one by one. Miyamoto Musashi expressed disbelief. How could one person know so many different types and styles of sword skills? But when she saw Emiya Shirou projecting his dual swords and using his Niten Ichiryu, she was stunned for a moment. She felt that she was already a genius, so how could there be someone who could learn everything she had learned with just one look. Then Emiya Shirou told her that when he copied the sword, he could even read the abilities of the original owner. "????????" There is something strange, why is this happening? Chapter 848: Storm is Coming, Spring is Coming Therefore, Miyamoto Musashi could only reluctantly, but seemingly willingly, practice sparring with Emiya Shirou, who was holding a different sword. After all, as a swordsman, how could Miyamoto Musashi resist the temptation of being able to fight with hundreds of different swordsmen? Although the one who performed these hundreds of swordsmen's moves was Emiya Shirou alone. What's more, there is a battle field that is not afraid of any injuries at all - [Bankai-Zenjin]. Then you can show your skills even during sparring. Naturally, Shirou Emiya did not give so much to Miyamoto Musashi selflessly. He had his reasons for wanting Miyamoto Musashi to comprehend the Way of Emiya as soon as possible. The reason was simple, he wanted to understand from Miyamoto Musashi the sword that could cut off cause and effect. For some reason, he had a hunch that if Miyamoto Musashi could reach the realm she expected, it should be a sword that could cut off all unkarma, past karma, curses, and misfortunes. Perhaps I can learn something from it, or even forge something. "It feels like we are heading towards the heart of those evil spirits now!" On the way, Miyamoto Musashi spoke lightly. It was not because of anything else. As they continued to move forward, they encountered fewer and fewer survivors, and more and more evil spirits wandered around at night. However, the destination of their trip was not Fujisaka Mountain, but the flower street where Shirou Emiya had once stayed. Miyamoto Musashi had only been in this world for a few days, and Emiya Shirou had only been in this world for two months. I spent more than a month living in Flower Street. Shirou Emiya did know the location of Fujishizan, but that didn't mean that he could directly determine the location of Fujishizan by randomly going to a strange place.

What's more, more than a year has passed now, and he doesn't have the ability to remember everything he sees, otherwise his grades wouldn't have plummeted after not going to school for so long. Shirou Emiya couldn't remember many details. After asking the village chief to confirm the location of the city where the flower street was located, Shirou Emiya was able to find the way to Fujishiko Mountain based on the few impressions he had. "Too weird?" "Yeah! I was saying, since it's the place you mentioned where the Demon Slayer Corps selects members, and there are so many wisteria flowers that the evil spirits are afraid of." "Logically speaking, the number of evil spirits should be decreasing. Why are they increasing?" "No, the strange thing is that until now, there are still no groups of evil spirits attacking us." "Huh? There are already a lot of evil spirits." Miyamoto Musashi was confused, but suddenly he changed his mind and seemed to have thought of something. Although she is careless, she is very good at using tactics in battle. She can figure out this kind of problem if she thinks about it carefully. "We have not concealed our whereabouts along the way." The death of Upper Moon Kokushibo will be known to the evil spirits no matter whether he was the commander-in-chief of this area or a subordinate of someone in this area. Emiya Shirou and Miyamoto Musashi had no intention of concealing their actions. Basically, all the evil spirits that attacked us along the way were defeated. "But have you ever thought that this might be a sign of a coming storm—!" Miyamoto Musashi changed the subject and said that the increasing number of evil spirits they encountered along the way might not be due to their good luck, but rather the temptation of the evil spirits. These evil ghosts who don't even know blood magic can almost be called cannon fodder. "It looks like we're almost there." Shirou Emiya did not respond to Miyamoto Musashi's words, but looked at everything in front of him that was familiar yet unfamiliar. That year, he came to this village to ask for directions to the town, came to the flower street, met Rengoku Kyojuro, and learned the breathing method. Although he doesn't fight many battles now using breathing techniques combined with sword skills, that was his only way of fighting. However, the bustling scene of the past has become dilapidated, and one can feel the fine dust floating around. Looking around, the houses have collapsed, the land is filled with weeds, dense spider webs are all over the corners, there are mottled rain marks on the walls, rats and ants are running around, mosquitoes and flies are flying everywhere, showing the desolation. This place must have been completely destroyed by evil spirits a long time ago. "is it?" Miyamoto Musashi also looked at the dilapidated scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Along the way, they saw only two possible outcomes for the villages: one was that everyone evacuated quickly, and some things like the houses were preserved, but were covered in dust. The second is that the village they see now is in a state of disrepair and has been completely destroyed by evil spirits.

As for the people in the village, they were either eaten by evil spirits or turned into one of them. So there were almost no dead bodies in the villages we passed through. "It seems that you are right. They are waiting for us in Hua Street—" At this time, Shirou Emiya responded to what Miyamoto Musashi had said before, about the eve of the storm. He felt something that shouldn't have happened. In this village, in a place where magic shouldn't exist, there are remnants of magical fluctuations, and they extend along the road in the direction of Hanamachi. "Red Street? It's not the kind of red street I thought of -" "Well, it is." "Didn't we say we were going to Fujiyama? Why are we in Flower Street?" "I used to go from Hanamachi to Fujiyama, so—" Miyamoto Musashi gave Emiya Shirou a look and told him to experience it himself. "Then can we reach Flower Street during the day?" "I'm afraid not. This is the time when I came to this village to ask for directions. At that time, I arrived at the Flower Street late at night." "My running speed is definitely better than before. Unless I run like crazy without caring about my physical strength, the fastest I can reach Flower Street is at night." They can ignore the signals from the Flower Street. After all, we have come to this area and can find Teng Xishan's location without entering the flower street. But isn't the idea of ​​exposing our tracks so that we can kill a large number of ghosts? What's more, Emiya Shirou and Miyamoto Musashi were absolutely confident in their own strength, and they headed towards that direction without any hesitation. "It looks like Minamoto no Raikou has also received the message from those two people and is heading this way?" In an extremely gorgeous hall, beside a table filled with all kinds of fine wines and delicacies, a clear and beautiful voice was heard. That's a girl. A girl lying on her side, holding a bowl full of wine. She was dressed extremely revealingly, with only a purple robe draped over her body, leaving most of her skin exposed. She had several gourds of different shapes pinned to her waist, and she smelled strongly of alcohol. However, this girl had two long horns with tender red tips on her forehead, and beautiful purple short hair that fell by her ears like a waterfall. There was a deep smile on the corner of his mouth. "Master, as the Ghost King, it's time for you to take some action—" Chapter 849: The Leader of the Ghosts of Dajiang Mountain (Edited) The student union room is different from other classrooms. The floor is covered with gorgeous carpets, just like a formal meeting room.

The surroundings, like the entire building, exude a sense of simplicity, elegance, yet a bit shabby. This is the temperament of the entire teaching building, not just the Student Union. It just looks more elegant under the red carpet. In such an elegant student union, a young man in a black school uniform was sitting at the innermost seat of the conference table. Behind him stood a young man in a coat on one side and a young man in white armor on the other. Sitting next to him was a chestnut-haired girl, and behind her stood a white-haired man who looked very fashionable in a jacket and jeans.