"Damn, is this really something that can be created with 50,000 Mana's magic power?"

"Hey, who is that foreigner and why is he so scary?"

"You are worthy of being the guest of Lord Yachi. They are all big guys."

"Si Guoyi, red bean paste Si Guoyi..."

"Hey, Ibuki-sama's strength has increased over the years, this..."

"Can we really grasp this level of strength?"

.........

The two sword gods on the stage were still wrestling with each other, their swords clashing with each other, and sword energy flowed across the stage. However, under the stage, the people who had come to attend the oiran's banquet had already begun to whisper after being shocked.

The reason why everyone dared to attend the oiran's welcome banquet was not only because they were greedy for the wealth and news of Huajie, or because they were greedy for the beauty's beauty, but also because of their confidence in the power behind them.

They all know that Miss Ibuki is a wild horse, extremely difficult to tame, and a bad move may lead to backlash, but they are all decent people, and they are all very confident. They always think that others can't do it, but I can definitely do something.

of.

But now, looking at the terrifying oiran below who was wielding a huge mace, laughing, and looking crazy, like a ghost king, many people present had already retreated.

A wild horse with such strength and a history of rioting and hurting people is not easy to tame. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

Although everyone spent a lot of money to buy tickets to participate in this welcome banquet, but now everyone has obtained a few Demon Swordsmen, and their efforts have been almost rewarded, so quitting at this time does not count.

What a loss.

........

Although the exchanges between the guests in the audience were in a low voice, and some were even conducted through sound transmission, some of them were still heard by Ibuki Yugi in the arena. Suddenly, the evil oiran was a little depressed, and even more regretful.

"You've gone too far, and you've only frightened the enemy."

She realized her mistake and thought to herself.

She is also a little speechless about her nature as a ghost. In order to restrain her minions and show her weakness to the enemy, she has been an oiran in this flower street for so long over the years. It has been so long that others have almost forgotten her strength.

Thought she had surrendered and behaved.

However, although many of them have been completely exposed in this battle, it has also made these preys wary. I am afraid it will not be easy to make a move in the future.

Thinking of this, Ibuki Yugi felt a little angry in her regret. She was angry at herself for not being able to calm down, and she was also angry at the guy opposite her who ruined her life by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

She thought this was just a farce that could be dismissed to teach a naughty child a lesson. Who would have expected that in the end, she would be forced to show her true skills out of help? What kind of thing is this?

"Who is your Excellency?"

While she resisted the sword blade that was still pressing towards her, she questioned her opponent with doubts.

She wondered if there was a spy on her side, which caused the plan to be leaked in advance, so someone came to deal with her.

You must know that the Sword God is not a big deal, there are only a few in the entire Japanese Island, and the one in front of you is obviously not one of the old sword gods. It is very likely that he came from the outside.

In other words, have the external Council of Sages, the Inquisition, or even the Three Kings noticed the situation on Japan Island?

Such conjecture diluted the original anger and regret in Ibuki Hoshikuma's heart. After all, attracting the attention of the outside world was the result she wanted.

However, although the evil oiran was very anxious, opposite her, the otaku witch frowned and was slightly disappointed.

"What? I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're only at this level."

Dorothy sighed and said in a dazed tone.

Ibuki Yugi: "..."

Hard, hard, both the stick and the fist are hard.

What's going on with this guy? Are you deliberately looking for trouble?

"Isn't this the case, Your Excellency? Even someone with my level can't win easily."

She couldn't help but feel weird and angry.

"No, Auntie, you misunderstood. It's not that I have any objections to your strength. I'm just a little disappointed with your realm. The purity of your sword god is really far from enough."

Dorothy was very calm about the evil oiran's ridicule. After thinking about it, she shifted her strength and stopped wrestling with her opponent. The demon sword and the big stick separated. After the two retreated far away, the house witch finally

He opened his mouth and explained.

"Auntie, your swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the level of a sword god, but you only have an empty body and no soul. Your sword heart is really messed up."

She shook her head and commented with a pity look on her face.

"I feel endless anger from your sword, but this anger is not pure. It has no goal. It is just a vain desire to destroy. I even smell cowardice in the anger. You are afraid in your heart. No

You're just afraid of others, and even a little afraid of yourself, what's the point?"

"Sooner or later, that scorching anger will destroy you and everything around you. Is this the result you want? If so, forget it, why are you still afraid? Do you still have lingering feelings for something and are unwilling to do so?

?"

"In short, in my opinion, you are not crazy enough, and you are not crazy enough. You may think you are an avenger, but I only feel the self-destruction of a weak person from you."

"Such a weak belief can't reach the realm of no thoughts and thoughts. Sword God? You're just a showman."

Dorothy commented like this.

Then, she took back the demon sword in her hand with some boredom, and her interest waned.

"Forget it, let's not fight. It's boring to fight you. Unfortunately, I thought there were only you and me among the swordsmen here. Now it seems that I thought too much. You are just like the others, you are also rubbish. You are just a piece of stone with a delicate appearance.

It’s just rubbish.”

The otaku witch in the state of the Fairy King is really arrogant and has no limits.

However, although her words were a little blunt, a little wild, and sounded unpleasant, what she said was all true.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! For a skilled warrior, the collision of swords and fists is the best communication, far better than inefficient and pale language.

It's effective.

After all, words can be deceiving, but martial arts and martial arts are very difficult to deceive.

The collision between the sword and the stick just now was enough for Dorothy to read the mind of the evil oiran lady, so the Goblin King felt a little bored.

What Miss Wuhun wants is a hearty duel between swordsmen, not such a half-baked idea like her mother-in-law's.

The empty determination on the other side was not worthy of her drawing the sword.

It's not fun at all to fight against such an opponent. If you're not happy, then let's not compete.

According to this concept, the defeated Fairy King went back angrily, while the otaku witch who was enjoying herself in the spiritual world had no choice but to return to her position.

She glanced at the evil oiran who was standing there dumbly after being deceived by her mistress's words, and couldn't help but feel speechless at "her" uprightness.

"Can't you speak more tactfully?"

Dorothy said this to Xiao Si, but the Goblin King was too lazy to pay attention to her. It seemed that the martial soul incarnation was really disappointed this time.

Fine.

The otaku witch is a little helpless. She is not a pure warrior and does not understand the pride of these warriors.

She glanced at the evil oiran across from her who had been hit hard by the verbal abuse, and even had a clear shake in her eyes, and thought about how to deal with the situation.

.......

On the opposite side, Ibuki Yugi was indeed very shaken.

Although as a peak witch, it was a bit embarrassing to be defeated by a little witch's words, but the oiran lady was also helpless, after all, every word the other party just said hit her inner weakness quite accurately.

Those verbal attacks, which are like mind-reading, are really hard to guard against.

"Is there really someone who can read people's hearts through duels? That's nonsense. I always thought it was just a legend."

Ibuki Yugi looked down at the mace in his hand and thought so.

There was indeed a legend in Japan's history about swordsmen fighting each other with swords, but when she herself reached the level of a swordsman, she did not have this ability, so she only regarded it as a legend.

But now, this legendary plot happened to her. It was just a brief fight, and her opponent saw everything about her.

It turns out that it's not the legend that's wrong, it's just that I'm not a real swordsman yet.

The oiran lady sighed in her heart and gradually understood everything.

She recalled the scene when she held the sword for the first time.

.......

A girl named Ibuki Yugi grew up in this flower street. Her biological mother was the vine girl raised by the Mirage Tower, and she was also the original oiran. Her other mother was a once famous oiran in Japan.

Great swordsman.

The encounter between the two mothers is very much like the plot of a story sung on the roadside. The young swordsman from a noble family likes to be romantic, and the beauty who lives in the flower street is endearing. However, the two people with very different statuses meet by chance.

Falling in love at first sight, the two naturally fell in love with each other, and even secretly conceived the fruit of love using secret techniques.

The children of witches are precious. After all, most witches can only use the secret technique of childbirth once or twice in their lives. If it is used too much, it will be harmful to the body.

This is especially true for witches born in aristocratic families. Every use of secret techniques is related to the inheritance of the family and often requires careful preparation. There is no way to do it casually.

Therefore, of course, the family of the swordsman who did not know Fujime's identity was very angry that their young master actually fell in love with a prostitute and even gave birth to a child with the prostitute.
To be continued...