"Sword and Blade … Fu Mourning God …"

Jiazhou Qingguang looked at the figure that came out of the darkness and could not help but take a step back.

This was not because he was timid, but because he clearly realized that — —

The man in front of him was not a comrade of the current political situation … — — but a real Fu Mourning God of this era!

In his previous missions, California's Clear Light had accidentally bumped into historical figures. However, this time, he did not meet a human being. Instead, it was the same existence as him, the Death God of Saber and Sword.

This extremely rare situation finally caused him to be unavoidably hesitant and indecisive.

But at this time, Jiazhou Qingguang suddenly felt a murderous intent — —

It was like a hurricane from the polar regions, coldly scraping every inch of his skin, making him uncontrollably shiver.

The biting cold murderous intent aroused Jiazhou Qingguang's instinct.

He quickly grasped the hilt of his sword and looked at the source of the murderous intent — —

The silver-haired man stood not far away, his lips were pursed into a cold arc, there was not the slightest trace of emotion.

However, in the depths of that pair of golden eyes, there was clearly something stirring up, something extremely dangerous.

Jiazhou Qingguang suddenly felt that if he did not do something, something terrible might happen.

"Cough … … That, I took the liberty to visit you tonight, I'm very sorry."

He carefully looked at the man and found that the man did not respond, so he could only continue dejectedly: "My name is Jiazhou Qingguang, as you can see, I am also a Fu Mourning God of Sword and Blade."

As they were both Fu Mourning God, it was not difficult to sense each other's aura, so his identity should have been known by the other party.

But even so, he still needed to make a statement without hiding anything to reduce the hostility of the other party … … As for his real name, well, in this era, Jiazhou Qingguang was far from being forged, so he was not afraid of exposing anything.

Jiazhou Qingguang was praising himself for being quick-witted, but then he was shocked by the man's answer — —

"So that's how it is … Is exchanging names before a battle the etiquette of this world?"

The silver-haired Fu Mourning God murmured softly as he pondered. After a moment, he suddenly looked up and said, "My name is Jinjian."

"…"

Jiazhou Qingguang suddenly fell silent. It was as if he had not reacted at all. He repeated the other party's name several times in his mind.

After repeatedly confirming that he didn't hear wrongly, Jiazhou Qingguang widened his eyes in disbelief. "Jin Jin Jin Jinjian?!!!!"

"Impossible … It must be a lie … Yes, that's right, it must be a coincidence that they have the same name …"

Jiazhou Qingguang murmured. His pupils went blank, and his brain started working sluggishly, as if he was trying to find a reasonable explanation.

After all, it was Jinjian!

It was the small, lively, and active Jinjian Dagger from his memory!

And the man in front of her …

Jiazhou Qingguang shook his head violently. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't connect the two.

But reality was cruel.

Just as Jiazhou Qingguang was searching for various possible explanations, a plaque suddenly broke into his mind — —

It was what he saw when he first entered the door, and the words written on it were extremely familiar to him …

Wasn't it "San Jinjian"?!

Pingan Jing era, San Jinjian, Jinjian …

If such obvious and harsh conditions were met at the same time, wouldn't it be …

Ahhhhhh!!!

Jiazhou Qingguang pulled his hair helplessly, indicating that he really couldn't accept this fact!

On the other hand, Jinjian, who had been watching his opponent, naturally saw all of this.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. After a moment, he said in a completely certain tone, "You know 'me'."

Jiazhou Qingguang, who was immersed in his own world, finally slowly came back to his senses.

He almost immediately waved his hand to deny it. "No, no, no, I don't know you."

What a joke. If he admitted it at this time, wouldn't his identity be more suspicious?

More importantly, the Tracing Army, the Inquisitor of Gods, and the Government of Time … These things must not be exposed!

However, what Jiazhou Qingguang didn't know was that he wasn't facing an ordinary Fu Mourning God.

"When you first saw me, it was indeed the reaction of a stranger.

So, after that, what made you feel surprised? "

The silver-haired Fu Mourning God tilted his head, and his golden eyes coldly glanced at him. "— It's my name."

Jiazhou Qingguang swallowed slightly, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Obviously, you know a person called 'Jinjian'.

And that person is very different from me. "

The silver-haired Fu Mourning God rubbed the hilt of his sword, and continued in a monotonous tone. "At first, you wanted to deny it, but in the end, you seemed to believe that I was the same person as him … What made you feel so convinced?"

The Fu Mourning God used a questioning tone, but he clearly didn't intend to accept the other party's explanation.

Or it could be said that he was just purely asking and answering his own questions, and then peeling the cocoon to find the truth he needed.

And the terrifying thing was that he completely had the ability to do so, and he was unstoppable.

Realizing this, Jiazhou Qingguang's forehead immediately sweated.

Oh no, oh no!

Could it be that he had encountered the legendary Sherlock Holmes?!

(Frightened face)

However, the silver-haired Fu Mourning God didn't have any intention to pay attention to him.

Dense information gathered in his mind, and then condensed into a giant tree that rose from the ground, and unscrupulously stretched out its lush branches and leaves.

Every branch led to an ending, a reasonable but not absolute possibility.

What he needed to do now was to find the one that was closest to the truth among these countless possibilities.

This was an extremely difficult task for ordinary people, but for him, it didn't take long.

After a few breaths, the Jinjian slowly opened his half-closed eyes and looked at Jiazhou Qingguang. "You don't belong to this era."

Jiazhou Qingguang: … I'm caught off guard!

"You belong to a systematic organization, and in order to fight against a certain existence, you regularly travel through different time and space.

And the 'Jinjian' you know is probably your colleague. "

Once he successfully exposed Death God Fu's background, Death God Fu put on a languid expression that was so simple that it was boring. "Am I right?"

Jiazhou Qingguang nodded with a wooden face.

In fact, there were still some suspicious points, such as the relationship between the two Jinjian, the way they traveled through time and space, the influence of the enemy …

But the Jinjian didn't care.

If he wanted to, he could get to the bottom of it, but —

There was no need to do so.

After all, in essence, he was a weapon, a man without curiosity, and a man who was terrifyingly cold.

"Then, let's end everything here."

The Jinjian slowly raised his hand and held the odachi horizontally in front of his eyes. "Let me tell you one last good thing. The enemy you're looking for has been eliminated by me."

— — So, without any worries, make your move without any scruples. Otherwise …

"If you don't use your full strength, you will die."

Almost at the moment the last word fell, the Fu Mourning God, who was originally standing not far away, instantly appeared in front of Jiazhou Qingguang.

The odachi unsheathed and attacked with an unshakable momentum, as if it carried a great force.

— — It was simply illogical for the odachi to have such mobility!

Jiazhou Qingguang quickly pulled out his main body and held the odachi with both hands to block.

The odachi and the odachi collided with each other with a loud bang.

"Dang!" A loud sound rang out as the two swords collided with each other, causing sparks to burst out.

Jiazhou Qingguang groaned and clenched his teeth — —

His hands trembled slightly.

The initial impact had already caused his five fingers to tremble to the point of numbness.

"I was right — — You are very good."

The silver-haired Fu Mourning God said so, but the force in his hand increased and pushed Jiazhou Qingguang back a few steps.

Then, Jinjian adjusted his posture, the odachi's sharp body leaned forward and accurately locked onto the odachi not far away.

His voice was low and carried a cold texture, appearing extremely unreasonable. "The test ends here. Next …"

The Fu Mourning God didn't finish his sentence, but Jiazhou Qingguang clearly understood what he meant — —

The odachi reflected the bright moonlight and let out a sharp buzzing sound.

The invisible but unavoidable pressure spread like waves.

The invisible airflow swept over with great force, and the surrounding flowers and plants swayed restlessly.

It was like the precursor of a violent storm.

The whole courtyard was shrouded in heavy pressure, so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.

— — There was no doubt that this time, the other party was going to make a serious move.

Jiazhou Qingguang had no idea how things turned out like this — —

He originally came to find the Retroactive Army!

Now, not only did he lose his disguise, but his life was also in danger QAQ

Without waiting, the Retroactive Army?!

Jiazhou Qingguang was stunned — — he remembered that the other party seemed to have said that the Retroactive Army had been eliminated?

… … Since the Retroactive Army was gone, then he could … … retreat?!!!

Realizing this, Jiazhou Qingguang was almost crying with joy.

He almost didn't hesitate to take out the space-time compass, and then chose to return to the Honmaru at the fastest speed in his life.

"Oh?

Want to escape? "

Jinjian immediately noticed the strange space-time fluctuation, and the fighting spirit around him suddenly became violent because of his dissatisfaction.

However, because he didn't know the operating principle of the space-time compass, he didn't know how to interrupt the other party's actions.

At this time, a golden passage had appeared behind Jiazhou Qingguang, and it seemed that he was about to be teleported away.

Jinjian looked down at Jiazhou Qingguang who was gradually disappearing. At the very last moment, he suddenly raised his hand and waved the odachi in his hand — —

The cold and violent Sword Qi roared, and at the last second before the passageway closed, it chased after him and rushed into the passageway!

Jinjian stood in the same place, and the wind caused by the sword energy blew the corners of his clothes, which fluttered under the cold moonlight.

After a long time, he sneered, and then returned to his initial cold appearance, silently looking down and turning around.

The sharp teeth of the wooden clogs stepped on the ground step by step, and the fluttering corners of his robe gradually disappeared into the darkness. The golden eyes were hidden under the eyelashes, and the sharp edge was hidden …

This Fu Mourning God who didn't belong to the human world, walked alone into the dark night.

…

When Jiazhou Qingguang walked out of the teleportation array, he looked up and saw his Honmaru — —

The flowers and the trees were so familiar with Ning Yi, and he was so relieved that he wanted to cry!

Jiazhou Qingguang resisted the urge to shout "I'm back", and decided to go to the main hall to report his arrival.

However, just as he took his first step, he suddenly felt an aura — —

It was cold, familiar, and so terrifying that it made him tremble … — —

No, it can't be?!

Jiazhou Qingguang turned his head stiffly, and immediately saw a condensed sword energy — —

It was like a golden crescent moon, bright and beautiful.

However, even though it looked very beautiful, it was surrounded by an unmistakable murderous intent.

Jiazhou Qingguang immediately squatted down, and the sword energy just grazed his head.

"That was close, that was close …"

Jiazhou Qingguang, who successfully dodged, stood up and patted his chest to comfort him.

Then — —

"Boom!"

The sword energy didn't stop because of Jiazhou Qingguang's dodging, but it continued to move forward, and succeeded in flattening the upper half of a building.

Jiazhou Qingguang looked over with a wooden face — —

"… Knife forging room?!

… The main hall! "

Jiazhou Qingguang rushed over anxiously, and then fortunately found that the main hall didn't seem to be hurt.

But he was still a little shaken, and when he wanted to check again, he found that the main hall seemed to be a little strange.

"You, what happened to you, main hall?"

The interrogator didn't answer, but pointed at the knife forging furnace in a daze.

Jiazhou Qingguang looked over, and then found that the knife forging furnace was strange — —

The time displayed on it was jumping crazily!

It was clearly the same one moment, but the next second it changed again, and then it changed again, and then it kept going back and forth. It was simply strange!

"Main hall, your knife forging formula this time …"

Jiazhou Qingguang said stiffly.

The interrogator turned her head, and with a dreamy expression, she still hadn't come back to her senses, "ALL50."

— — It was clearly a formula that would definitely produce a short knife, but now …

— — That five hours, four hours were simply blinding! Ahhhhh!

The knife forging furnace was like a bug, and it kept changing like it was convulsing. No one knew how long it was in a stalemate, and then — —

It stopped.

The time on the knife forging furnace instantly reset to zero, but not a single hair of Fu Mourning God appeared.

"Swordsmith … What's going on?"

The interrogator was hanging on by a breath, and because of this sudden suffocation, she felt the pain of suffocation.

The little swordsmith waved his hand, "It can't be helped."

"A group of people fought to come out, but in the end, there were only so many materials, and in the end, the forging was neither fish nor fowl, and no one could come out."

"But don't be sad, Lord Divine Inquisitor, there is a god who is more upset than you."

The little swordsmith patted the interrogator comfortingly, and said rather maturely, "Besides, this may be a good thing …"