A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 164 No need for true qi, the pinnacle of the physical body is also invincible.

Bang!

The compartment door, made of wood and paper, was violently kicked open.

"There are really a lot of people."

Afeng had his arms wrapped around Taiyi's arms, but upon seeing more than a dozen samurai in the Japanese-style room opposite, he slowly lowered his hands.

He turned his body directly towards the other person, then put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile:

"My lords, why are you so angry?"

Ah Feng had a kind expression, but he was also very calm inside.

Is this another hassle?

Hey ~

Lord Shengyang, it's your turn to make your appearance again.

She has experienced far too many scenes of being threatened and threatened over the past twenty years.

Some coveted her beauty, while others coveted her wealth.

These people all thought she was easy to bully and that they could profit from her because she was a woman and alone.

But the result was...

"It will only add to the number of lives lost under the sword."

After a moment of reflection, Afeng silently said to himself.

"Oh? So you're a priestess."

As soon as the words were spoken, the samurai blocking the doorway of the cubicle automatically parted to the sides, revealing the Kyoto nobleman holding a wine cup inside, and Kiyokawa Hachiro sitting opposite him.

"He is indeed a handsome man."

"However, compared to Lord Shengyang, I am still a hundred and eight thousand miles behind!"

Upon seeing Kiyohachiro, Afeng's eyebrows visibly twitched.

He could be considered a handsome man, but that's about it.

As for the important person on the other side, Afeng had never met him and didn't want to know who he was.

Her only worry now was that the money intended for decorating the house would have to be given to Matsudaira Yasuo, the then-Kyoto governor, and the officials of the magistrate's office.

Did you hear what we just said?

Kiyohachiro gave Afeng a deep look, narrowed his eyes, secretly swallowed, and then immediately put on a cold and aloof expression, asking indifferently.

What a stunning woman! I can't believe there's a woman like that in Kyoto.

In an instant, his body, which was already exhausted from days of travel, felt a surge of heat, and blood immediately rushed to certain areas.

Her hunting robes were clean and tidy, her face was aloof, her figure was full and shapely, and her hips were pear-shaped.

This kind of woman should be pinned down and dominated.

"My lord, Ah Feng didn't hear anything."

Ah Feng nodded slightly, lowered his head, and answered calmly.

Ok.

Nodding, before Kiyokawa Hachiro could speak, the esteemed person sitting opposite him asked a question first:

"What about him?"

He remained calm on the surface, but was inwardly alarmed. Seeing the murderous look in the eyes of the nobleman opposite him, Kiyokawa Hachiro knew he was in trouble.

Oh no, I guess I won't get a chance with this woman.

“We are the Holy Sun Church, and this is our god. For some reason, he cannot speak, but I can answer for him.”

"What, is he deaf and mute?"

The nobleman looked Taiyi up and down, then said with a cold smile.

Upon hearing this, Afeng's expression froze. She wanted to agree with what the other person was saying, but it was clearly a derogatory remark about Taiyi, and she simply couldn't agree.

I also hope that he is not deaf and mute.

No, he must not be.

Thinking of this, Afeng shook his head.

As he slowly raised his head, Ah Feng looked at the people opposite him and didn't want to say anything more.

She took a step back, came behind Taiichi, and gently reached out with both hands to pinch the kimono on his left shoulder, pulling it down.

Taiyi's physical body did not resist. Instead, it cooperated with her movements, pulling out its left hand and letting her tie the sleeve around its waist, revealing its strong left chest and left arm.

“Our divine son is a perfect man, how could he be deaf and mute?”

"If you want to know the answer, then come and ask him yourself."

Lingeringly, Afeng ran his fingers over Taiyi's skin, still warm from his body, before withdrawing his hands and taking a few steps back to sit upright against the wall.

The samurai opposite her looked at each other and then gave each other disdainful smiles.

Since Kiyohachiro didn't give any hints, it proves that the other party is not a true qi warrior.

In this era, anyone who isn't a true qi warrior is essentially an ordinary person.

In such a confined space, even Miyamoto Musashi or Kamiizumi Nobutsuna would be hacked to death.

"Hey, you don't look like a god's child at all, you look more like a samurai."

Did you hear what the adult asked you just now?

"Speak up? Are you really mute?"

Everyone bombarded Taiyi with questions, but when it came to Taiyi, the only response was silence.

Then these people turned to look at the nobleman and Kiyokawa Hachiro.

The nobleman didn't speak, but Kiyokawa Hachiro made a throat-slitting gesture.

After all, the Tokugawa Shogunate still ruled the country on the surface.

So what these people are talking about, such as overthrowing the Tokugawa shogunate and expelling foreigners while respecting the emperor, is actually all considered treason.

It's fine for insiders to discuss it, but if outsiders overhear it, then no one can be spared.

Long swords were raised, and more than a dozen warriors stepped forward, gradually approaching Taiyi.

The other person was also holding a sword, and it was a greatsword.

Even for ordinary samurai, because the blade of this sword is so long, once it is unleashed, the attack range will be longer than that of a samurai wielding a katana.

clack.

The samurai at the front unconsciously took a step forward, his eyes turning fierce.

At this moment, no one in the room made a sound, causing the air in the room to seem to freeze.

If we really fight, it's a matter of life and death.

But at that very moment, Taiichi finally moved.

He calmly placed the knife on his knees, his left hand a few centimeters above the blade, and made a sweeping motion from a distance.

The white cloth strips wrapped around the knife began to untangle automatically, slowly falling off to the sides to reveal the dark red blade and the eerie red light emanating from its edge.

Afeng also wanted to make a scabbard for Taiyi, but for some reason, even after she finished making it and put it on the sword, the scabbard would break in two the next second.

Finally, having no other choice, fearing she might cut Taiichi or hurt herself, she could only try wrapping it with a white cloth.

But then, the knife behaved normally and was obediently wrapped in the white cloth.

"This... Brother Qinghe Hachiro, what do you think..."

Upon witnessing this scene, many samurai's eyes bulged outwards, and then they turned around with embarrassed expressions to look at Kiyokawa Hachiro.

Shaking his head, Kiyokawa Hachiro frowned. After carefully sensing the air, he found no trace of true energy flowing through it.

Having received his confirmation, the samurai regained their confidence and once again grinned maliciously at Taiichi:

"Playing tricks, brothers! This guy must be a lackey of the shogunate! Attack him! Let's kill him!"

"Tianchu!"

"kill him!"

hum...

In the blink of an eye, Taiichi suddenly sprang up from the tatami mat and darted forward like a ghost.

The wine bottle on the coffee table in front of him only swayed slightly due to the disturbance of the airflow.

But then, Kiyokawa Hachiro was lying on his back on the tatami mat, beads of sweat quickly appearing on his forehead, and his hand holding the sword was trembling involuntarily.

At this moment, Taiichi was still wearing the face covering, but his position was no longer the same. Instead, he had come to the base of the wall in the opposite Japanese-style room.

clack.

The sound of liquid falling to the ground rang out, and a drop of blood slid from the sword that opened the door of the Mortal Blade, dripping onto the beige tatami mat and staining it into a circle.

Kiyokawa Hachiro struggled to raise his neck, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

The samurai holding swords aloft, and the nobles holding wine cups, about to put them to their lips, were all frozen in time.

Next came the sound of objects hitting the ground with a thud, along with the hissing sound of high-pressure water.

The stench of blood and decay spread, and the standing man was cut in two at the abdomen.

With his intestines ripped open, his internal organs and feces gushed out, turning the entire room into a scene of utter hell.

The nobleman, on the other hand, died more dignifiedly; his hands were still upright, but from his nose upwards, there was nothing left.

Kiyokawa Hachiro swallowed hard, then turned his head with difficulty to look at Taiichi facing the wall, and said in a trembling voice:

"I didn't sense any fluctuations of true energy. Who...who exactly are you?"