In the field in front of the Rokudo Shrine, Oda Nobunaga stood proudly, and the autumn wind blew his long hair, making it even more beautiful to see the blood on his chest.

Iga tennin stood with his sword, and after a long time, he moved his neck with difficulty, and a line of blood spurted out of his neck, and then turned into a rain of blood.

"It's so beautiful, it's like the red cherry blossoms on the shore of Lake Owari, I saw it again, it's so beautiful." Oda Nobunaga indulged in this spray of blood rain, but the blood capacity of the human body is limited. And just now, in order to see the most perfect blood cherry blossoms, Nobunaga deliberately delayed the time for the wound of the tennin to collapse, so when Iga tennin was cut off the artery, the blood circulation in the body had reached the best power, and the blood rain that spurted out at this moment took away one-third of the blood in the body.

The blood rain ended, the last of the Iga ninja died, plus the ten shinobi who died on the battlefield, the entire Iga Valley ninja was completely wiped out, if the Koga ninjas saw this scene, I really don't know if they should be happy or sad.

Smack! Applause rang out, and Yashamaru, who had been watching the battle for a long time, sincerely admired: "Good swordsmanship!" It is worthy of the sixth day demon king Nobu Dai. ”

Oda Nobunaga glanced at him, then pointed to the razor monks behind him: "In front of them, do you have to mention the title of me!" ”

Sure enough, those razor monks all showed a look of grief and indignation, during the Warring States Period, Oda Nobunaga was the only person who was not afraid of the Toei Buddhism at that time, especially for Honganji, many times with troops to conquer, through his hands to kill the monks, I don't know how many, because of this, Oda Nobunaga has the title of "Buddha enemy", is secretly called the "Sixth Heavenly Demon King".

For these Honganji monks, this is simply an eternal enemy.

The duckweed lark standing behind Oda Nobunaga shouted crisply: "Nobunaga, don't talk nonsense with them, just kill those monks." ”

Oda Nobunaga lifted the knife and laughed, and in a flash of the knife, the two razor monks were stopped and cut off, and suddenly there was a uniform cheer from behind.

More than a hundred girls were wearing armor and holding giant swords and cheering there, like the cheerleaders of the fan group, which was really a bit spectacular, but Yakshamaru didn't dare to underestimate them, in the melee just now, the monks and soldiers of the shrine alliance and the samurai of the dojo died at the hands of these girls. The most terrifying thing is that these girls with delicate faces under the helmets are all vampire maniacs.

How many thousand people were sucked dry of blood by them on the battlefield?

The corpses piled up in this field are slowly moving towards the dark jungle, where the hungry demon tree is still waiting for enough nourishment, in this regard, it is simply perfect to choose this place as a battlefield, neither corpses nor blood will be left, after everything, the grass is still green.

The only dozen or so razor monks left on the battlefield are already desperate, so before they die, at least let the big devil on the opposite side be injured to be considered victory, these razor monks rolled up their robes together, chanted words in their mouths, raised the razor in their hands, cut off the handle of the long knife, everyone only carried the blade in front of them, and then pounced desperately.

Oda Nobunaga didn't move, but Yakshamaru moved, the long knife shot out, and there was a thunderclap, and the aura of the sword spirit was like lightning, splitting the fifty razor monks at the same time, it also left a deep groove on the earth, and it was really the knife of Shura, which was earth-shattering.

Oda Nobunaga was surprised: "Why is this so. ”

Yashamaru retracted the knife and slowly put it upside down on his waist, raised his left hand, and bent forward with his right foot, which was the posture of drawing the knife and slashing.

He faced Oda Nobunaga and said: "Those monks are not your opponents, and rushing up is also sending them to death, so it is better to help you retain a little physical strength, I want to duel with you!" ”

Oda Nobunaga smiled: "There is no problem with physical strength for me, but I am starting to like you a little, and if you want to fight so much, then I will satisfy you." ”

Hey!

Yakshamaru roared, and the strength of his whole body was concentrated on the palm of the knife drawn, while the rest of his body seemed to lose weight lightly, this is his strongest knife drawing technique, when this knife is shot, it is said that he can charge with the person who draws the sword, and burst out with the strongest power in the shortest possible time, which is the mystery of Shura's sword flow.

The trajectory of Yashamaru's knife is neither crescent-shaped nor arc-shaped, but turns into a straight stab at the moment when the knife is drawn. In this way, after the power of drawing the sword, the power of the charge is added, and the speed and power of this knife can be imagined.

The target of this knife was Oda Nobunaga's chest, and it was a one-shot kill.

Oda Nobunaga hadn't moved his sword after he made a move, and what Yashamaru saw in his eyes, he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, he won! He was very confident in the speed of his sword, even if the gods and Buddhas were in front of him, if he didn't draw the sword at this time, it would definitely be too late......

But this sword didn't cut down, and the moment Yashamaru's long knife stabbed in front of Nobunaga's chest, he suddenly stopped, and blood flowed from the palm of the sword holding the sword, but he just couldn't stab this sword......

The scene was very strange, but at this time, I saw a yellow talisman appear on Nobunaga's sword, and when the flame rose, it still smelled of yellow sorghum wine. Oda Nobunaga holds a sword with a yellow talisman, his left hand bends his index finger, and the other four fingers are spread out, which is the Taiji finger dedicated to the practice of the Heavenly Master.

He pinched his finger and brandished the Yellow Fu Sword as if he was dancing, while the Yakshamaru on the other side had a changing complexion, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

When Nobunaga put away his sword, the Yashamaru in front of him had already knelt on the ground, his face was pale, his dark hair turned snow-white in an instant, and even his forehead had terrible wrinkles, as if he had aged for decades in an instant.

The duckweed lark walked over, stuck out his tongue and said, "Master Shin, what kind of swordsmanship are you, so powerful, that you suck people's souls?" ”

Oda Nobunaga stroked the long knife in his hand and smiled slightly: "Heavenly Master Dao, Huangliang Sword Technique." ”

The lark looked curiously at the Yashamaru who was speechless: "What the hell is wrong with him?"

"Huang Liang wakes up from a dream, and everything returns to nothingness." Oda Nobunaga muttered: "The person who passed on my sword technique said that the most terrible sword technique in this world is not the vulgar sword technique of slashing and slashing and splashing blood, but the sword technique that can control people's hearts and play with the soul of the other party, this set of Huangliang sword technique is like this, but I heard that there are more powerful tricks." ”

The lark who does not have the foundation of the Dao Gate will not be able to understand the meaning of Huangliang Yimeng no matter what, so he can only yearn for this miraculous swordsmanship.

They left behind the white-haired Yakshamaru and guarded the front door with the army of maidens.

At this time, next to Qingming Jingjing, Li Shaoyang's demon knife also struck.

His sword skills are even more traceless than Nobunaga's swordsmanship, not to mention that there are no tricks, but the basic movements are simplified into a stab.

With such a slight stab, those monsters jumping out of the well could not be stopped, no matter whether he was three heads and six arms or fangs and long tails, these monsters had not yet shown their skills, and they were pierced by the flower demon knife on the other side, and the demon knife was hungry and thirsty, devouring in the inner dan of these monsters.

Li Shaoyang exhaled, this is the three hundred and twenty-eighth monster, the energy absorbed by the demon knife has reached the limit, and the Yuan Dan in his body is also a little overabsorbed, he must digest it.

After the last youkai was killed, the well immediately fell silent.

Li Shaoyang frowned, and it was seven yellow runes that lit the Beidou array, but he saw that there were no waves and no sound at the wellhead, and it was really quiet.

It's finally time to take a break.

Li Shaoyang put away the demon knife tiredly, but he didn't dare to relax, turned around and stepped on, and the yellow talismans at the mouth of the Qingming Well burned together, and the seven fire talismans were just like seven ancient lamps, temporarily suppressing the evil spirit here.

But the war is not over.

It can only be said that the first attack of the enemy was barely blocked by him.

Li Shaoyang walked back to the front yard, immediately found Tian Xingli, and picked up his daughter's empty photo. Just now, when he was resisting the god monster, he actually had a trace of fear in his heart, and it was a fear of losing. At this time, only when I hugged my daughter did I have that sense of steadfastness.

He took Tian Xingli and Kongzhao to the deepest house behind the shrine, which was the strongest house in the entire shrine, and the front door was full of runes painted by Li Shaoyang.

"You and Kongzhao are hiding here first." Li Shaoyang said in a low voice: "When this matter is over, I will send you and Kongzhao to Jiulong Valley, Jiulong Valley has the Queen Mother of the West in town, and it is also my base camp, which can be said to be the safest place at present." ”

Tian Xingli was speechless at this time, only bowed her head and obeyed, but Xiaokong Zhao seemed to be dissatisfied, but she was just a 2-year-old doll, and she didn't quite understand what was going on outside.

Li Shaoyang closed the door, his heart settled down a little, Xiao Jin Toad and Zhong Kui went out to do errands, and they haven't come back yet, Zhong Li's soul and Xuanlonghui seem to have lost news overnight, and everything is developing in a direction that is not favorable to him.

He returned to the Qingming Well again, sat down cross-legged, and slowly digested the power absorbed by the Yuan Dan in his body.

Killing three hundred and twenty-eight Shikkai, the biggest gain is still in the merit value, a Shikkai monster actually provided 100,000 merit points, and now he has 32 million merit points in his hand, and then he can exchange high-level equipment from the Styx Temple.

Li Shaoyang has digested the power of the Yuan Dan, and under the cultivation of the Jindan Realm, the six Yuan Dans are no longer as lonely as before, but faintly fused together.

Li Shaoyang was thinking about exchanging new equipment in his heart, now things are very cruel, in the face of the enemy's large-scale attack, those girl zombies outside are a rare surprise soldier in his hands. Although they are not of high level and weak in strength, they have special resurrection abilities.

In other words, these teenage zombies are very malleable and naturally well-trained, as long as they are given enough equipment, their strength will immediately increase.

Let's go to the Temple of Styx again, this time the merit is enough.