I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"This is the headquarters, emergency notification... Two police officers were beheaded in the car at the Nihombashi Exit of Tokyo Station. The surrounding surveillance did not capture the image of the perpetrators, as if the two people sitting in the car were beheaded out of thin air. Like a head off."

In the encrypted communication channel, there was a message from the headquarters.

"The second group of the nearest joint operation is heading to the target location."

In the black Toyota Alpha, moving with the joint operation is Abeji holding the sun and moon swords to his chest.

At this moment, he leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His whole body was as calm as water, like a treasured sword ready to be drawn.

"Buzz..."

Halfway through the car, the twin swords on Abeji's chest suddenly let out intensive chirping sounds.

Abe opened his eyes.

That calm as water but sharp eyes, like a peerless magic weapon out of its scabbard.

"parking."

After saying this, before the car stopped, he had already opened the door and rushed out.

Like an arrow leaving the string, Abeji leaped up in the air, unsheathed his long sword, and slashed towards a maple tree beside the road without hesitation.

"Zheng".

Jin Tiejiao Ming, a man in black armor, as if walking out of a tree trunk, drew his sword and fought Abe Temple.

It is the shadow warrior transformed by Ping Jiangmen.

Just as Abeji's spiritually empowered long sword Hikura touched the opponent, Wakisashi Tsukiyō had already pierced the opponent's armpit trickily.

But the shadow warrior in black armor just turned the hilt lightly, cleverly using the force of the blades to rotate the Taidao, and stopped his Wakizawa first.

"Good trick... come again!"

Seeing the opponent's actions, Abe Temple's eyes lit up, and he was delighted to see Liexin.

The opponent's black sword is powerful and heavy, but the sword's posture is quite simple and rough, with a battle style that is as clever as foolish.

This is the way of the sword that can only be forged through the flames of war and blood.

Abe Temple stepped on the ground with both feet, lowered his waist and exerted strength, and swirled his two knives, bringing out a whirlwind of flames.

Two-day first-class · Fierce Sun Slash.

The two knives precisely passed through the gap between the helmet and the hood, and slashed on the shadow warrior's neck.

Like chopping on hard iron wood.

The fire that spread to the Shadow Warrior only lasted for a breath before it was extinguished.

"Hmph, onmyojis who practice the way of the sword are rare. These spirit eliminators seem to have been prepared for a long time. It seems that my return is not so unknown."

On the rooftop of the Kuramae apartment, Hirashomon said disdainfully with his eyes closed and knees crossed.

At the same time, the unscathed Kagemura swiftly swung his sword and slashed at Abe Temple again.

"Is the flame difficult to work?"

Abe Temple leaped back extremely fast, and before the tip of the knife caught up, he narrowly avoided the slash in the posture of going down the bridge.

The sharp blade light still grazed his cheek.

The moment he distanced himself from the opponent, several muffled gunshots came from behind him.

"This is the second group of the joint operation. At the current location, I encountered a wraith in the appearance of a black samurai armor. It is suspected to be a wraith of the Pingjiangmen. Abe Temple is fighting fiercely with it..."

It was the detectives who had just arrived, taking advantage of Abe Temple to distance themselves, and continuously drew their guns and fired.

Dozens of bullets of spiritual power flew towards the man's forehead and temple inside the warrior's helmet with precision and cunning.

The Shadow Warrior just swung his helmet slightly, and several bullets fell to the ground with a ding ding dong dong.

"I have become the body of ghosts and gods, how can I have the weakness of a mortal body... But Ping Zhensheng colluded with that little bitch and made my life known to the world, it is really hateful!"

On the rooftop, Ping Jiangmen with his eyes closed seemed to be irritated by the actions of the agents, and black resentment rose from his body.

When he was born, his mother turned into a big snake and licked all over his body, and used demonic power to forge his body that was invulnerable to gold and iron, but only the part between the eyebrows was missed, which became his life gate.

As if echoing Ping Jiangmen's anger, the Shadow Warrior here was full of resentment, and suddenly disappeared into the green belt beside him.

"Be careful behind you..."

In Abeji's eyes, he could see a mass of resentment rushing along the green belt towards several agents, and he was so anxious that he was about to burst into tears.

As soon as he left, that resentment had once again transformed into an armored warrior, appearing behind the agents.

The detectives reacted very quickly, regardless of the extremely close distance, the bullets from the guns poured out, and it seemed that a string of firecrackers were lit for a while.

The dense gunfire stopped abruptly with the swing of the black sword.

A slanted bloodstain appeared on the bodies of several detectives from the waist to the shoulders.

Then, before they could react, their upper body slid out obliquely like a tree felled in the middle.

Even wearing [Spirit Detective Combat Uniform Type II], the bodies of the detectives are still as thin as paper in front of the knife light.

"No……"

Abeji, who had arrived as fast as he could, could only watch a few agents fall limply to the ground like broken dolls.

The fountain of fresh blood spurted out from their still standing lower bodies at this moment.

Seeing this tragic scene, these fresh lives that had been acting with him just now suddenly disappeared under his nose. Even Abeji, who was obsessed with swordsmanship and indifferent to human feelings, had bloodshot eyes and burst into anger.

"Today, I will kill you..."

The sun wheel with the long sword in his hand came out as if alive, flew into the air, and with the momentum of a majestic fire, he slashed towards the bloody shadow warrior with the long sword.

Abeji rubbed his body with Wakisashi Yueyao.

The pair of sun and moon swords in his hand are not as simple as ordinary famous swords, but the Abe family has cultivated them for a hundred years in the way of accumulating Fusangshen, and in time they can become the existence of Shikigami.

One person and one sword, like two peerless swordsmen, launched an attack on the shadow warrior at the same time.

As the long sword and the Taidao continued to collide, snowflakes began to fall in the air, lightly covering the ground with a layer of pure white.

Bloodstains flowed on the ground, blended with snowflakes, turned into a dull red, and slowly bloomed a coquettish flower on the ground...

...

Next to Tokyo Station, an eight-minute walk from the Herashomon Head Tokazuka, is the Imperial Palace rebuilt from the former Edo Castle and rebuilt after the Tokyo bombing.

Above the moat surrounding the outer side of the Imperial Palace is a simple and solemn double bridge. The closed black gate behind the bridge is the only way to the royal residence.

From the outside of the Imperial Palace to the bridgehead, the headless corpses of several detectives lay in disorder along the road.

Mochizuki Ayano and Tokimoto Ichiro looked carefully at the end of the bridge on the double bridge deck repaired with black bricks.

There, two shadow warriors wielding black katanas and wearing black samurai armor were fighting fiercely with Kengo Yamada and another man in dark red armor with talismans stuck all over his body.

These two shadow warriors who appeared suddenly can move quickly by possessing vegetation, and their black swords are mysterious and unpredictable.

After encountering them on their respective patrol routes, the two groups of people who were very close to each other fought and retreated. After losing the lives of several agents, they gathered on the stone bridge without plants at the entrance of the Imperial Palace.

The man in the dark red armor that seemed to have been stained with blood was the zombie [cocoon] raised by Ichiro Tokimoto.

Although Cocoon's movements are slightly stiffer than those of the two shadow warriors, but with his strength and strength, his body is hard, and his pair of sharp claws are far beyond the blade, he meets the sword without losing any wind, and rubs out the golden iron. Voice.