Chapter 1224

"Ingredients for dinner."

Akagi's calm eyes suddenly showed a hint of fighting spirit after seeing Tatsumi. Just from the corpse of the guard last night, he could feel the other party's powerful and terrifying sword skills. There was no hesitation, no waste, and all the strength was gathered in the sword tip, which was very terrifying.

Such a strong man... is worth a fight.

Although Akgi did not show any enthusiasm, Tatsumi felt the best about this person.

Although he was a little obsessed with ingredients, he really fits the image of a killer in his mind.

Cold, calm, cold-blooded.

So handsome.

Leone was a little proud to see Akgi's face-saving. Yes, this is the night raid.

"Our boss is still in the headquarters and has not returned. It is estimated that he will arrive in a few days. Now..."

Swish!

Tatsumi instinctively turned his head, and a wooden sword pierced through the place where his head was just now and inserted into the tree.

"This... this..."

"Challenge."

When Akgi threw the wooden sword from somewhere, there was a swish, and several members of the night raid behind ran out from somewhere.

Leona was the first to jump to the outside and become a bystander.

Everyone was very curious.

Even if someone who can cause the Day of Flowing Fire doesn't use an imperial weapon, he will be very strong.

"Prove your strength?"

Tatsumi... still held the hilt of the knife.

He hasn't seen the combat power of this killer organization with his own eyes.

Even without the blessing of the mysterious weapon behind him, he shouldn't be much worse. After all, the title of the first swordsman in the village is not a joke.

Recalling everything that happened last night, the boy took a deep breath and drew his sword.

"Then you be careful."

He exerted force on his feet and rushed forward with a small pounce. His momentum was very explosive, like a beast.

The sword light and shadow bloomed in a small space, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

20 seconds later, the boy flew back in a spin and fell to the street.

When Tatsumi got up, he blushed a little. Wasn't this too embarrassing?

So he continued to charge and flew in another direction half a minute later.

The battle was over.

Akame was at a loss. This swordsmanship... is not bad, but it is only not bad. It is far from the dominant combat power.

Judging from the boy's swordsmanship foundation, age, and instinct, he can be said to have the qualifications of a general, but his combat ability is not very good.

After all, Akame is the top combat power under Esdeath. He has been trained in the regular imperial assassination department since he was a child. After joining the Night Raid, he lives a life of blood on the edge of a knife every day.

His assassination swordsmanship can be said to be superb, especially the instantaneous explosive power of the one-hit kill is terrifying.

The current swordsmanship of the village boy is not his opponent at all.

The onlookers were also a little speechless. This gap...

Fortunately, everyone in the Night Raid has a very strong character, and just raised the boy's imperial weapon ability again.

Tatsumi can accept it, but Tietiao cannot accept that his holder is so weak. It is a crime that the sincere heart does not have a matching kendo level.

[Immediately, special training. 】

"Imperial Equipment Training Imperial Equipment Users?"

"Can we take a look?"

Leone was too curious. What kind of outrageous development was this? Although the others were not very familiar with it, their eyes were full of expectation.

"Of course."

In the training ground, everyone stared at the boy closely, expecting some incredible scene.

Tatsumi placed the iron bar horizontally on his knees, and under the guidance of his heart, he took a standard sword Zen posture, closed his eyes, and his breath was extremely restrained, as if his mind was immersed in the imperial equipment.

Until now, the boy didn't know what kind of trial he was going to.

"Hey, what kind of practice is this?"

"I don't know, it's probably the process of communicating with the imperial equipment."

"My evil ghost haunting doesn't have this step."

"Pumpkin doesn't have it either, this newcomer is really good at stealing the limelight."

"Such a high realm, I can't understand it at all."

"Leone, I haven't seen Tatsumi's imperial equipment when it explodes, will it be very handsome?"

"The sky-high fire pillar is still super handsome."

The night raiders chatted in a flurry, and no one had ever seen this kind of practice.

Then the aura of Tatsumi began to become strange, sometimes high and sometimes low, and even slowly became dangerous, becoming more and more dangerous.

An hour later.

The short body suddenly erupted with the most tragic aura of death battle, which could not be compared with the one who barely survived the war of millions of people.

"Hell..."

The boy opened his eyes and touched his neck.

He fell to the ground before he finished speaking, and his aura began to decline rapidly, like a dead person.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward to check.

"No bleeding, no fractures, no internal and external injuries, he was exhausted to the extreme so he fell asleep."

"Strange, why is there a red mark on his neck?"

Akahime seemed to have thought of something and directly tore off Tatsumi's clothes. She was sad because her comrade-in-arms died because he concealed the fact that he was poisoned, and at this moment the memory of the past was awakened.

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"This!!!"

Everyone's pupils shrank, and countless red marks appeared on the boy's body, like... sword marks.

Brand frowned, he still had high hopes for this simple and clear-minded little brother.

"Do you think this imperial weapon... could it be a magic sword?"

"Who knows."

When Tatsumi woke up, he felt the benefits of the night raid.

First, Leone gave him a big warm hug, giving him suffocating care.

Then, Seele's innocent hug, this is another paradise.

Mine, Akame... We are killers.

"Boy, tell me what happened to your imperial weapon."

Everyone really cares about this matter. How can you be hurt by an imperial weapon like this?

Tatsumi... was silent, then terrified, looking at the inconspicuous imperial weapon beside him with an unimaginably complicated look.

He estimated that he might not contact Him for a while.

Of course, he still told this experience, hoping to hear similar experiences from other people.

After entering the sword Zen, he kept walking in the dark, and walked to a special place.

Although the country boy had never seen it, he knew that he had come to... the sea based on the description in the story.

The bright moonlight was draped over everything, and the endless ocean was undulating with the sea breeze.

And under his feet was a red wilderness with countless ownerless sword tombstones, and nearly a thousand swords were inserted into the ground, which made it look even more desolate.

A middle-aged man wearing a black cape, black hair and red eyes stood among the thousands of swords.

"Uncle, are you the imperial weapon?"

"Imperial weapon?"

The middle-aged man had a mocking smile on his face.

"I am just an ordinary weapon looking for fire.

As for the emperors and gods... they are just dead souls under the sword."

Tatsumi was speechless. Why doesn't he seem to be easy to get along with?

"Okay, boy, since you have the awareness to draw the sword, don't waste this passionate heart."

"There was a natural sword bone that was reborn in someone's hands. This is my first teaching, and I don't want to lose too much."

"Let me ask you, do you have the awareness to embrace death in order to become stronger!"

The middle-aged man's question was engraved into Tatsumi's soul, and the breath of death was like a chain wrapped around the instinct for survival.

But the boy never lost to anyone when it came to enthusiasm and awareness.

"Of course!"

"Then block a sword, and if you block it, you will be qualified to know my name."

"Okay!"

Tatsumi was still naive at this time, he just felt that this was the same as what was written in the storybook.

There will definitely be tests when the protagonist wants to obtain a certain powerful inheritance.

But the middle-aged swordsman actually doesn't teach students according to their aptitude, he is just imitating a shadow.

So the preparation of the young man is far from enough.

The middle-aged uncle lowered his head and enveloped the world with a momentum that the young man had never felt before.

The bottomless murderous intent broke out, and the aura of millions of corpses made Tatsumi's eyes shrink.

He finally realized that he seemed to have agreed to a very bad agreement.

The middle-aged swordsman seemed to miss a period of time in the past.

"Before practicing swordsmanship, let you see how vast this world is."

"Of course, the force used will not exceed the upper limit of the world."

Clang!

A black sword almost as tall as a person was pulled out from the ground, the blade was a chaotic blade with a heavy flower Ding, inlaid with various precious gems.

"Black Blade Night."

"The Supreme Great Sword Twelve Works, owned by Jurakol Mihawk."

"The former greatest swordsman in the sea."

The boy seemed to see the past of the weapon under the aura.

A million warriors gathered under the red continent, and the smell of gunpowder and war made it difficult to breathe.

Warships, artillery, meteorites, machines, gods, twenty-three warriors launched a crusade against the gods.

The endless shouting and killing made Tatsumi's brain at a loss. Is this a battlefield? ! ! !

Swing the sword!

Time became very slow, and the green flying slashes across thousands of miles filled Tatsumi's eyes.