Now I just want to have a sip of wine to relieve my sorrow. She would never say that she just wanted to drink. I feel like my acting skills have improved for a while, but it’s still more comfortable to just eat plain rice. "No need to drink, there will be a guest coming later." "guest?" "It's an evil spirit—" "What!?" Musashi immediately gripped his knife tightly, stood up, and looked outside vigilantly. At this time, most of the residents had fallen asleep and the entire village was in darkness. "After eating so much, it's time to move your body. A demon is a good opponent, isn't it?" Emiya Shirou's voice slowly came from behind Musashi.

And she also showed an expression that it was just as expected. It’s really annoying that I can’t just have a simple meal of rice, or even no wine. "Why don't you just deal with it! I'm hurt!" Musashi said that she didn't want to be that hard laborer, and she asked Kotsubaki how strong Shirou Emiya was. Xiaochun said that each of the swords and arrows on the ground represented a dead ghost. Then she looked around and saw that there were at least a hundred of them. She traveled a long distance, didn't eat or sleep, and even went through a half-hour long high-intensity battle. She was even injured. She was very tired. Can we please not exploit her labor force? "You are a swordsman, and a swordsman who bears the name of Miyamoto Musashi. I am just an unknown swordsmith. When it comes to fighting, you are better at it—" Shirou Emiya praised Musashi out loud, saying that he was just a weak swordsmith and did not have any powerful strength at all. And Musashi's eyes widened. She felt that Shirou Emiya was extremely thick-skinned. I was shocked. what are you saying? Is it possible for a swordsmith to shoot a sword through the neck of an evil ghost from a thousand meters away? He guarded the village by himself for several days, and nearly a hundred evil spirits who came were killed? This is a weak swordsmith. What's more, there is a very crucial point. She can clearly feel that she cannot beat Shirou Emiya. Musashi stared at Emiya Shirou with an extremely resentful expression, wondering how thick-skinned he was. "I forged a knife—"

Chapter 842: Crisis? It doesn't seem so critical Refuse! Refuse! You can't agree to something like this just because of a knife. Aren't you very tired? Didn’t you travel through mountains and rivers and be seriously injured? How could he agree to such a thing? If he agreed, there would be a second time. It was obvious that this weapon was nothing in his eyes. But she couldn't look away. At this moment, a demonic voice whispered in her ear. Accept it! Accept it! Isn't it good to have two if there is one? In this way, you will be able to obtain more powerful magic weapons. It is a rare opportunity to obtain magic weapons for free. I don’t know how much a good magic weapon is worth, but later on when you get more weapons from him, if you sell one or two of them, it will be enough to buy countless bottles of wine. Moreover, maybe I can even follow him and eat free rice. No, she couldn't bear it. You can make money, drink wine, get free weapons, and eat free food. OH MY GOD Such generous conditions did not allow her to refuse, and she had no right to refuse. It was Shirou Emiya who forced her to do this, it was definitely not because she wanted to. Absolutely not! Absolutely not! ! ! Say the important thing three times. "I agreed. Is this your newly forged Sun Blade? Why is it a little different from the sword arrows you shot before?" Musashi snatched the golden-glowing katana from Shirou Emiya's hand, and stroked it with a golden light in his eyes that could not even be compared to the sun. What does it mean to cut iron like mud? This is what it means to cut iron like mud. "You're really rude." Emiya Shirou complained out loud.

"You're so rude! We've only met for less than two hours and you're already ordering me around like this!" What? You got an advantage but still have this attitude. Oh, I'm the one who got the advantage but still has this attitude, so it's okay. "choke--!" The next second, the Sun Blade in Miyamoto Musashi's hand turned into a flash of light, like a ray of moonlight, with a pleasant sword chant, and turned into a sword shadow. It was so smooth. Swinging a sword had never been so smooth. "What is this knife called?" "This is a newly forged sword I made specifically to deal with those evil spirits. Let's call it Demon Slayer." "Hmm, that's a nice name. Is it the same as the Nichirin Sword that can kill demons by slicing their necks?" "No, in front of this knife, the evil spirits are no different from normal people. The wounded parts should not be able to recover, and piercing the heart and other fatal parts will also cause death." "That's probably it—" "??????" Originally, Musashi was happy when he heard Emiya Shirou's words. In this way, he wouldn't have to be so embarrassed when facing those ghosts. After all, the neck is a weakness known to everyone, so it is impossible for those evil spirits not to pay attention to defense. Unless the gap in strength is too big, there will always be a need for a fight. If the number is too large, it will become more and more troublesome. But Shirou Emiya's words immediately destroyed the confidence that Miyamoto Musashi had built up. By the way, why do I need Shirou Emiya to build up my confidence? "You, you're not going to just give me a half-finished product!" Emiya Shirou nodded very sincerely. He came to this world not many days earlier than Miyamoto Musashi. He came to this village as soon as he arrived and guarded it for a few days. Then Musashi came over. During these days, he also had to suppress the [evil] and [desire] in his body. He only tried to forge this weapon when he thought of it by chance. He can unleash the full power of the weapon. Even if it is only a semi-finished product, in the hands of Shirou Emiya it can unleash its full power. It is no problem to pierce the chest of a demon and kill it with one blow. But he could not use it as a reference, and at this time, a samurai who was good at swordsmanship appeared in front of Shirou Emiya. This is not a great guinea pig subject. "Don't be angry! Don't be angry! A wonderful life is waiting for me in the future!" Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, tightly gripped the blade in his hand, and looked at Emiya Shirou with an expression unwilling to surrender. Confusion was written all over Shirou Emiya's face. If he felt it was not good, he could just let it go. But even if it was a half-finished product, it was still an excellent samurai sword, and Musashi couldn't bear to let it go.

He suddenly remembered that Toosaka Rin was the same. If she was given enough gems, she would still do it even if she said she didn't want to. Is this the power of money? "Is this the village you mentioned with the powerful swordsman?" Under the moonlight, a man wearing a kimono with purple snake patterns and black spots and a black horse-riding hakama slowly walked over. From the back, he had long dark red hair tied in a high ponytail, and there were red markings on the left forehead and the right side of his neck. If you look at it from the front, you can feel the indescribable horror. It has six eyes, the sclera of the eyes are red, and the irises are golden. In the irises of the left and right eyes in the middle, the words "Upper String" and "One" are engraved respectively. He is the Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, and he was the one who almost killed Shirou Emiya at that time. "Yes, yes, yes! That's right! It's right here!" Next to him was a young man with white hair and his whole body was covered with bones. He looked extremely flattering and humble. In the boy's eyes, the words "lower string" and "three" were engraved. "Then you can die now--!" After hearing the affirmative answer, a small, irregular crescent-shaped blade instantly slashed at the boy's neck. "Pfft——!" Under the scarlet moonlight, the boy's head flew high up, and then fell heavily to the ground. "Sir, why!" The boy's head rolled on the ground for several times, his eyes revealing a strong sense of unwillingness. "Brother doesn't need a piece of trash who lives in disgrace in front of humans! Your blood should return to Master Muzan." Kokushibo's six eyes were filled with coldness, and he did not care about his life at all. "Is that you? Emiya Shirou——!" Looking at the dark village in the distance, Kokushibo spoke slowly. According to the young man's description, the attacking methods of the mysterious swordsman in this village were very similar to those of Shirou Emiya, whom he had faced before. You have to know that because the Infinite Castle was completely destroyed by Shirou Emiya, she, as an Upper Rank One, has always been ridiculed by those who are ranked below him, and was even suppressed by Muzan several times, who told her that she should not be so proud and complacent. During this year, he was frantically searching for Shirou Emiya's whereabouts, but he only found Tanjiro, who was similar to Shirou Emiya. In the end, Tanjiro was not killed and he escaped. The result was that Muzan looked down on him even more. If it weren't for his own extraordinary strength, his position as Upper Rank One would have been lost long ago. "If it's really you, I'll cut you into pieces--!" As he spoke, Kokushibo approached the village step by step with extreme murderous intent. Chapter 843: The Way of the Sky Unique to Miyamoto Musashi

"coming!" Just when Miyamoto Musashi was making a fuss, Emiya Shirou saw it. He saw Kokushibo walking step by step along the river on the flat ground. Miyamoto Musashi also felt an extremely evil aura coming from the front. No matter how you tried to escape before, you must now be on your guard. She could feel that the other party's strength should not be underestimated.