The Shizheng staff recognized the person in front of him.

The Odachi Jinjian, Sanjō Munechika's favorite masterpiece, and the elder brother of Sanjō Munechika.

Even the Sanjō-gumi's Swords and Blades joined the Shizheng because of this person.

Of course, more importantly, this Fu Mourning God destroyed the Shizheng's strongest barrier not long ago, and turned the Ten Thousand Houses into ruins.

All kinds of information flashed through his mind, and the Shizheng staff immediately realized the huge difference in strength between the two sides.

He could be considered a smart person.

Because he knew he couldn't win, he immediately decided to retreat.

The Shizheng staff carefully squatted down, and then tentatively placed the Komusubi on the ground, "Sorry for my rudeness.

Since it's the Swords and Blades of Sanjō Clan, I naturally have to return it to you. "

His words were filled with flattery and apology, as if he really felt that he was at fault.

However, the silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God only looked at him coldly, and didn't say anything.

His overly silent appearance made him seem even more unfathomable.

When the Shizheng staff placed the Komusubi on the ground, the Fu Mourning God suddenly raised his hand.

Then, the Odachi on the ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and immediately flew into the Fu Mourning God's hand.

Jinjian flipped his wrist, and placed the Odachi flat in his palm, and said, "You're really worrisome."

It was obviously a reprimand, but the Fu Mourning God said it so casually, and even his criticism seemed to be perfunctory.

Or rather, he was condoning his brother's weakness to some extent.

After all, it was the Sanjō Clan's Swords and Blades.

Since he was here for everything, he could do whatever he wanted.

With that thought, Jinjian looked down and carefully observed the Odachi in his hand.

Then, he realized that the Odachi seemed to be strangely quiet.

In fact, ever since Jinjian said "my little brother", the Komusubi … Komusubi was ecstatic!

Did you hear that!

Elder brother called me little brother!

Little brother!

Yes!

I'm the first!

The first!!!

The Komusubi's mind was in a mess, and other than constantly replaying his brother's words, he had temporarily lost all ability to think.

He remained motionless like this, and he even completely forgot his other actions.

Looking at the temporarily offline Komusubi, Jinjian quietly looked away, with a faint disdain in his eyes.

— — So stupid.

Perhaps seeing that Jinjian of the Shizheng staff, the Shizheng staff took the opportunity to secretly move and retreated to a distance.

He Shizheng of Shizheng of of of Shizheng was of of the Shizheng, and Shizheng of of the Shizheng, with Shizheng of Shizheng of Shizheng.

Of the Shizheng of Shizheng 'of Of Shizu' ''s' ''s of him of of of of Sh. of him of..

, of of of Shizi, of. of course.......... of.

But this unfathomable silence was, at some point, the most frightening thing in the world.

The staff of the current administration could not fathom the thoughts of the Fu Mourning God.

After a few seconds, he broke out in cold sweat and felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

Therefore, after making a difficult decision, he finally moved his throat and could not help but say, "I have returned the sword to you, may I … take my leave now?"

Jinjian did not respond. Instead, he asked, "Where did the rest of the people from the Current Government go?"

There was obviously a big problem with this abnormally empty headquarters.

He was now certain that this was not an intentional trap, but that Shi Zheng was held back by something else, so he had no time to care about other things.

He was very curious.

However, after hearing Jinjian's question, the staff did not immediately answer.

After struggling for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "A serious crisis is coming, and it is likely to affect our headquarters, so everyone is going to prepare for an emergency transfer."

That was the work of moving the entire huge headquarters from here to another space-time.

It was far more difficult than traveling through time and space alone.

The operation was complicated and the task was huge.

Almost all of the staff were mobilized to participate in it.

For the sake of insurance, or as a second-hand preparation.

Some important information items, such as these spiritual swords, were arranged to be transferred in advance.

Therefore, he brought the sword case over.

"A serious crisis …"

Fu Mourning God murmured with his eyes down. It was difficult to distinguish the emotions in his deep voice.

The staff of the current administration nervously clenched his hands, afraid that Fu Mourning God would continue to ask.

In the end, Fu Mourning God just snorted softly. Then, he swung the Komusubi in his hand and knocked him unconscious with one hit of the scabbard.

The sword case rolled to the ground.

Jinjian bent down to pick it up. Then, he opened it and motioned to the three swords that were still lying on the ground, "Come in."

This sword case, which was previously seriously rejected by the swords and sabers, now seemed to have become a very good place.

The swords and sabers were so excited that they let out a long cry. Then, they entered the sword case one by one.

After all the swords and sabers were in place, Jinjian closed the sword case and carried it on his back.

Then, he stood in place and pondered for a moment. Then, he returned to the previous storage room.

At this time, almost all the swords and sabers in the storage room had woken up.

The moment Jinjian entered the storage room, the sensitive swords and sabers all buzzed.

— — Who is this person?

Wow, this aura … … it feels so powerful!

— — Such, such a beautiful person … …

— — He seems to be the elder brother of the Sanjo family?

— — Hey, hey, hey!

Is it true?

It's him?!

He seems to be a completely different type from the previous generation.

— — Should I say, as expected of the elder brother of the Sanjo family … … he really lives up to his reputation.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God's eyebrows were faint. As he walked, he seemed to bring with him a sky full of frost and snow, cold and sharp.

Even if he just walked without saying a word, he was already favored by heaven and earth. He was as dazzling as the morning star hanging high in the sky, so bright that it was impossible to look at him directly.

— — This is a true God.

At that moment, the swords and sabers vaguely understood the piety of a believer's pilgrimage.

Even if they clearly knew that with their current state, it was impossible for outsiders to hear their voices.

But the swords and sabers still unknowingly quieted down. They all held their breaths and stared at the Fu Mourning God not far away.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed Fu Mourning God walked to the nearest display window. Then, he reached out his hand with great familiarity.

Then, an invisible force quickly spread out. It swept through the entire space like a wave.

Time and space seemed to stop for a second.

Then, after a crisp "crack", all the display windows turned into a sky full of starry fragments. The sparkling fragments fell down and returned to dust.

— — The shackles that restricted the movements of the swords and sabers were all removed at this moment.

The swords and sabers that were exposed to the air began to naturally absorb the spiritual energy in the air as if they were breathing.

— — Fujishirou, one period, one vibration, Jiang Xuezuo, Kaneko, Kaneko, Kaneko, Kaneko, Kaneko, Kaneko …

After the spiritual energy slots were filled, countless different forms of Fu Mourning God appeared in an instant.

They stood amidst the fireflies that were like fragmentary stars. They were elegant, elegant, and noble, and they formed an unprecedented visual feast.

The Fu Mourning God that appeared composed themselves. Then, they bowed to the figure in the distance and said, "Thank you …"

When they were about to say the other person's name, everyone clearly showed a conflicted expression.

Some people really didn't know. Although some people had heard of it … … they were already used to the lively and cute Jinjian. Now, when they called the person in front of them by the same name, they felt that … … they just couldn't bring themselves to say it.

Just when everyone was still hesitating, an exceptionally clear voice cheerfully said, "Well, well, thank you Jinjian!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. Then, as expected, they saw a white crane.

— — Ah, if that's the case, the Gojo Clan that built the Tsurumaru Palace seems to have a close relationship with the Sanjo Clan.

"You know me?"

Jinjian turned his eyes and glanced over as if he was distinguishing something. After a moment, he spoke again. His indifferent tone was somewhat careless, "You are not the Sanjo Clan's sword."

— — Don't ask him how he could tell.

The style was obviously different.

Kaneko sighed loudly and complained, "You really haven't changed at all. You don't care about anything other than 'Sanjo' at all … …"

As the white crane spoke, he lowered his eyes and lowered his long eyelashes to hide the emotions that flashed through his eyes for a moment.