When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Late at night, Japan, in an alley on the streets of Tokyo.

A young man from the Qing Dynasty carried a drunk woman dressed as an OL in a princess hug. The starry sky above her head was cut into long and narrow strips by the two walls, and the light of the neon lights outside the alley could not shine in.

The woman hugged the boy's neck, rubbing her red lips smelling of wine against his cheek, and her lipstick rubbed on it like blush.

The alley is deep and quiet, and the sound of steady breathing is somehow mixed in with the woman's lustful sleep talk and the boy's nimble footsteps.

"I'm sorry," the boy Qing Juan turned around with the woman in his arms and showed an apologetic expression to the man behind him, "I don't accompany men."

The man behind the boy stood there, his long trench coat open, revealing a pure white shirt and black tie, with two swords buckled on his belt.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head: "I didn't come to find you to accompany me."

He didn't even know how he said this. The majestic young master of the Snake Qihachi family needed a cowherd to accompany him. He might as well just commit seppuku to avoid bringing shame to the ancestors of the Minamoto family.

The young man raised his head and looked at the tall buildings in the distance. The stars in the night sky were reflected in his clear and clean eyes. If this was an idol drama, his action at this moment was undoubtedly the standard one of raising his head and looking up at a 45-degree angle. The stars in his eyes were even more... The youthful, melancholy and beautiful boy is the trump card for capturing the hearts of women.

However, Sakura, who was 1,700 meters away and had a sniper rifle set up on the roof of the building, saw the young man's eyes but did not feel the slightest emotion. Only a chill that was colder than the night quietly climbed up from the bottom of her heart.

[He spotted me all at once from such a distance? 】

Through the field of view brought by the scope, Sakura subconsciously glanced at Yuan Zhisheng - this was her subconscious habit when she encountered sudden situations and panicked.

Looking at Sakura from afar, the boy looked at Yuan Zhisheng again and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I won't accompany a woman who already has a lover."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

"Furthermore," the young man said timidly, like a nervous junior who wants to point out the mistakes of his seniors, "your mentality of wanting your lover to come into contact with the Cowherd... is wrong."

Yuan Zhisheng: "...she is not my lover."

After holding it in for a long time, he only said this sentence.

"No," the young man shook his head and said seriously, "She just glanced at you, and the look in her eyes clearly showed the trust that only a lover can have."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

He didn't know how to answer the question, so he just got to the point.

"Where are you taking her?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the OL woman in the boy's arms. At this moment, she was still asking for help from the boy. It was obvious that she was not simply drunk.

"Of course I went to the hotel." The young man smiled shyly.

"Go and kill her in the hotel?" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes and tone were cold.

"No, I ate her." The boy licked his lips.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped talking, just put his hand on the handle of the sword at his waist, pulled out the two autumn-like blades from the scabbard, and pointed the tip of the sword down to the ground.

"Please wait a moment." The young man gently put down the woman in his arms and let her lean against the wall.

"Food should not be wasted." He took the initiative to explain to Yuan Zhisheng, and even took a few steps forward, deliberately avoiding the woman to avoid accidentally injuring her in the fight later.

"Your flower name is 'Shuten Doji'?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

The Enforcement Bureau investigated and found out that this boy was a street cowboy. He had recently become famous on the streets of Tokyo. Some people even compared him to the legendary Kazama Ruri in the cowboy field.

What the hell? Is there any legend about Cowherd?

When Yuan Zhisheng heard this statement for the first time, he complained in his heart.

"It's not just a flower name." Shuten Doji smiled shyly. His smile always made people unconsciously think of the youthful era.

"What a coincidence," Yuan Zhisheng raised a sword, "its name happens to be 'Doji Kiri Yasuna'."

"What about the other one...ah, it's the Spider Cut Knee Pill!" Shuten Doji exclaimed happily, proud of himself for guessing its name at once.

The side of the stem of another tachi was engraved with "The evil spirit lurks in the spider mountain at night", and Shuten Douji guessed its name based on this.

Yuan Zhisheng raised both swords.

"Are you here to kill me?" Shuten Doji asked.

"Yes." Yuan Zhisheng disdained lying.

"But I don't want to kill you," Shuten Doji shook his head and pointed at Sakura in the distance, "She likes you very much. If you die, a girl who loves you deeply will be sad, right?"

He stared at Yuan Zhisheng and said seriously: "So you have to try your best not to be killed by me."

"What about you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"You don't have to worry about me," Shuten Doji said, "No one loves me."

He was still laughing, smiling cheerfully. He had been very happy ever since he relied on his own cleverness to guess Spider Che's name.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and rushed forward, the long hem of his windbreaker whipping up and howling in the wind, his sword tearing through the air, and the cold light was like the moon.

A pair of white and slender hands held the sword, and blood splattered.

But that's about it.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened.

Shuten Doji held his two swords with two hands respectively. The blades were slashed in the palms of his hands, breaking through the flesh and bones and making a "dang--" sound.

Blood climbed down the blade, dripping all the way up.

Both Doji Kiri and Spider Kiri were swords owned by Minamoto no Yorimitsu, a senior member of the Minamoto family. They are the pinnacle of Japanese alchemical craftsmanship. Not to mention just bones, in theory, even if they are made of steel forged with modern technology, combined with Minamoto's strength, Enough to cut off!

Yuan Zhisheng exerted his strength and pulled the knife out of Shuten Doji's palm. The tip of the knife drew a smooth semicircle and slashed again!

The flesh-and-blood palm once again blocked the blade. Although there was another wound, it still failed to really damage the bone.

Yuan Zhisheng swung the sword again, and the palms of his hands blocked it again. Repeatedly, blood spattered in the confrontation again and again, and was torn and shattered by the sword energy in the air.

Yuan Zhisheng had already entered the keel state unknowingly, and exploded with almost all his strength. He swung the sword, and the high-speed air turbulence distorted the shape of the sword, making it look like a connected piece of cold light to the naked eye.

But amidst the splatters of blood, the young man Qing Jun remained motionless, with no expression of pain on his face. He just kept blocking Yuan Zhisheng's knife with his bloody palm.

Until a certain moment, almost all the flesh and blood on his palms were shaved off, revealing the white jade-like bones, so he turned to guard and used the white finger bones as mini daggers. The ten finger bones were ten daggers, and the daggers tore apart the blades. The woven net cuts through Yuan Zhisheng's clothes.

One person and one demon attacked each other at a speed far beyond the limit of ordinary human reaction. Sakura in the distance could not even shoot because she could not guarantee that she would not accidentally injure the fighting Minamoto.

It was the first time she had seen someone fight Yuan Zhisheng to this point, and even vaguely gained the upper hand.

Yuan Zhisheng separated the bone claws with a knife, and the tip of the claw was only a millimeter away from grazing his throat.

This ghost's physical fitness is no less than his!

After narrowly repelling the young man's attack again, Yuan Zhisheng let out a low chanting sound from his throat.

The air condensed in an instant, and the dust floating in the air fell to the ground. The young man's movements suddenly stopped, and his body lowered,

Yan Ling·Kingdom!

The high-level word spirit of Sequence No. 91 can amplify the gravity in the field dozens of times. Almost no living thing can move normally under hypergravity. Most enemies will be suppressed by the huge gravity and have to kneel on the ground. It looks like It seems to be kneeling down to the one who releases the spirit of speech, hence the name "King Quan".

Shuten Doji's physical fitness was frighteningly strong, so although he half-bowed in this field and the blood vessels on the surface of his body protruded, he did not completely fall to his knees.

Of course, now he has no fighting power. Without saying a word, Yuan Zhisheng swung his sword again - this word spirit consumes a lot of energy and will soon overdraw the user's physical strength and collapse to the point where he cannot move. If he cannot If this ghost is dealt with within the duration of the spirit spirit, he will probably die.

However, the next moment, strange lines of blood spread from Shuten Doji's eyebrows, covering his whole body in an instant. The white jade-like metacarpal bones turned into blood jade, and popped out like lightning, grabbing Doji Kiri who was slashing at him, and another With a flick of the bone claw, the spider flew out of his hand and turned into a white bolt and flew out.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened as he watched the boy straighten up again in an environment with more than fifty times the gravity, with a calm expression.

Bloody lines covered his whole body, emitting a bloody light, and even his originally clear eyes glowed with a coquettish bloody light.

Holding Dojikiri's blood jade bone claw and slowly exerting force, this famous sword, which represents the pinnacle of Japanese alchemy and forging, let out an overwhelmed wail.

However, Shuten Doji's goal was not to break the sword from the beginning to the end. While the blade screamed, his other bone claw stretched towards Minamoto's heart.

Yuan Zhisheng still had one hand, but he had no time to stop it. The bone claw came so fast that he could only watch his heart being ripped out.

"Qiang——"

The moment the bone claws touched the skin of Yuan Zhisheng's chest, sword sounds came from all directions.

Amidst the clear and trembling sound of metal, two blood-jade palm bones fell to the ground.

Shuten Doji retreated at a speed that Yuan Zhisheng could not see clearly. For just a moment, Yuan Zhisheng saw panic in those coquettish blood pupils.

The sky was bright in front of him, and the dazzling white light made Yuan Zhisheng subconsciously close his eyes, and then there was a loud thunder in his ears.

After the thunder dissipated, Yuan Zhisheng slowly opened his eyes. The alley in front of him stretched forward to the end, all turned into charred black. Only the OL woman leaning on the roadside had no change in one foot.

Yuan Zhi was dumbfounded and even forgot to remove the royal power.

There stood an old man in the scorched earth, with his back to Yuan Zhisheng. He was wearing an old Baina Taoist robe. He was tall, with a straight back and a long snow-white beard hanging down.

There was a sword stuck at the old Taoist priest's feet, a sword that could hardly be called a sword. Two rectangular pieces of wood sandwiched a rough, unedged iron bar. The two pieces of wood were not symmetrical, and the edges were irregular. Only a piece of twine was used to bind the wood pieces and strips, not even a nail.

A ray of lightning dissipated from the old Taoist's fingertips, and he reached out and pulled out the tip stuck in the ground.

"Infinite deities, he actually ran away," the old Taoist priest muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, we shouldn't have used fractal scattering."

"you……"

Yuan Zhisheng reluctantly came back to his senses, released the spirit of speech, and spoke to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist turned to look at him, held the sword in his arms, and walked towards the other end of the alley with his back to him.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the exhaustion side effects caused by the huge consumption of royal power swept over him. He was unsteady on his feet and stumbled down. He could only use the dojichi in his hand to barely support his body.

When he raised his head again, all that was left in front of Yuan Zhisheng was the charred alley and the unconscious OL woman.