Chapter 779: Asakusa Dojo

Chapter 780 Asakusa Dojo

"It doesn't matter whether he can kill Shi You, as long as he can drag Shi You to reduce the spell energy that Shi You releases on me, I can break free from his shackles." The old man said lightly.

The top figure in the Watanabe family was originally Miyamoto Jiro, but in the battle between Miyamoto Jiro and Ishiyu 20 years ago, Miyamoto Jiro was cursed by Ishiyu and he could only stay in the temple all his life. , And under the control of Shi You.

Shi Yu was also severely injured by Miyamoto Jiro, who could only shrink the tortoise to heal his wounds.

Sashu Watanabe nodded, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "As long as Grandpa can break free of Shiyou's control, we will sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight and take advantage of the fisherman's profit."

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Asakusa Dojo is next to the Asakusa tribe.

All the buildings in Asakusa Base Camp are made of wooden buildings. Feiliang painting building. Two stone statues about three feet high stand at the door. The body of a monkey-headed snake looks very strange.

At this time, a man and a woman stood at the door, Zhuo Bufan and Shijian.

"This is not open for the time being, please come back, please." A staff member of the dojo frowned when they saw the two standing at the door, and walked out and said.

Zhuo Bufan looked at him and said lightly: "Is Shi You inside?"

The staff of that dojo suddenly changed their complexion slightly, and reprimanded: "The name of the **** is not something you can blaspheme."

"Really? I also want to see if I really use a god." Zhuo Bufan said, and with a wave of his hand, a giant wind blade like a steel knife shot out, cutting off a **** statue standing at the door.

The wind blade slashed across, directly splitting a statue of a hericium and snake **** into two parts.

"Asshole!"

The staff in the dojo was so angry that they completely forgot the horror of Zhuo Bufan's methods. With a wave of their hands, they cut a three-foot-tall stone statue into two pieces.

Zhuo Bufan flicked his finger, a finger left a blood hole in the staff's eyebrows, and immediately walked into the dojo with a swagger.

Dozens of warriors holding Tadao quickly ran out from the dojo, staring at Zhuo Bufan with enthusiasm.

Someone dared to break into the dojo!

These warriors have the strength of the warriors of Lan Country, and there are even two warriors who are almost equivalent to grand masters. These people are combined and placed in any place. They are absolutely super powerful forces. They are here now. Be a watchdog for Shi You.

"Asshole, kill them." A samurai in the lead shouted, looking at the dead at the door and the chopped stone statue.

Dozens of people rushed over. The swordsman held the purple sword while his wrists were shaking, and the purple sword light swept out. At present, the three warriors were directly defeated. Zhuo Bufan fists like a dragon. They flew out one after another, shattered their internal organs.

Seeing a famous warrior flew out and all died. Although these people had the will to martial arts, they were all mortals after all, and no one wanted to come up to death in vain, and they all retreated in fear.

"Shi You, do you want to watch your subordinates die out before they come out again?" Zhuo Bufan said coldly, punching out, punching a samurai with strength, and the opponent was deemed dead.

"stop."

At this moment, a man wearing an onmyoji costume with an Eguan Bo belt came out with a folding fan in his hand. He was about forty years old.

"Your Excellency, I don't know who it is? Why did you come to us to make trouble?" The other party frowned, looking at the samurai who fell on the ground, his eyes kept silent.

"Are you the manager of the dojo?" Zhuo Bufan asked while looking at the other party.

"I'm Chino, the president of Asakusa Dojo. I don't know who your Excellency is?"

"My name is Shadow Killer, let Shiyou come out?" Zhuo Bufan said indifferently with his hands on his back.

Chiye brows slightly, and snorted coldly: "Shadow Kill, I don't know who you are, but the name of the Lord God is not something you can profanity. You will destroy them for me."

The samurai standing on the field didn't seem to have heard his words, and remained stunned.

Chiye frowned, his hands were sealed, and a black mist was drawn. These black mist turned into silk threads and poured into the top of the warrior's head. From the moment the black mist poured into the top of their head, all the samurai's eyes They all became blood red and full of murderous intent.

"Dare to break into my Asakusa Dojo, only death." After Chino finished speaking, the samurai who had been stunned rushed towards Zhuo Bufan and Shijian again.

"My son, what is this?" Shi Jian asked, frowning on Xiu's eyebrows.

"Similar to a soul-controlling spell." Zhuo Bufan said, facing the samurai who had lost his mind and rushed up, he punched the two.

These people have been manipulated by spells, no longer in fear, no longer in fear, all have become slaughter machines.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian Dafei rushing up to the warrior, Chiye's face gradually showed a solemn color, and suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand. The folding fan was inscribed with some strange French, and the French suddenly emitted. A little silver light.

"Yanling·Binding!" Jiye Shouyin gave a soft sigh.

Those little silver starlights that originally floated out were combined into a huge fishing net, flying towards Zhuo Bufan, covering Zhuo Bufan in it, while those silver thread combination fishing nets tightly bound Zhuo Bufan.

When Chiye saw this scene, there was a calm joy on his face.

Those silver fishing nets seem soft, but they are full of toughness and hardness comparable to steel. There is absolutely no way for ordinary people to break them away.

"Do you want to trap me by this?" Zhuo Bufan shook his head and sighed.

"What?" Shakuno opened his mouth wide and his face was shocked. I saw Zhuo Bufan struggling lightly, and the silver thread that originally surrounded him broke inch by inch, turning into a little bit of silver starlight and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

The opponent's mana is equivalent to that of the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and the spells they use also have many flaws.

Chiye's face finally turned pale, the dozens of warriors who had been left had completely fallen to the ground, and he was the only one facing Zhuo Bufan and Shijian.

Chiye bit the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he put his **** together with his right hand next to his lips, and muttered: "I can see Shijin in a dream."

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color suddenly, wind and waves swept across the entire dojo, dark clouds in the sky obscured the sun, thirty-eight golden light spots lit up on the edge of the entire dojo, and then these light spots rushed into the sky, forming a An invisible barrier enveloped the entire ethnic group.

The black mist in the sky is rolling and moving, with an extremely terrifying aura.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, Chiye definitely did not have such a powerful force, this power was the power of the entire dojo formation, and Chiye was just equivalent to holding a key and hitting this formation.

"Chiye, stop." At this moment, an old voice suddenly rang from the main hall.