The flames soared into the sky, illuminating the endless sky, and the surrounding forests were shadowed in the firelight like hideous evil spirits, and the night wind blew through the mountains and forests, making a loud noise, which was their whispering. The forest that has stood silent for thousands of years, in this bloody night, seems to be watered by infinite blood, and thus come to life, countless Japanese slaves in Sugihara Ryukaze City are scurrying around like panicked ants, and the die-hard members of the Yanagi family who are entangled together are still besieging Li Kuan one after another, trying to send this devil back to the cage of Amaterasu.

Li Kuan is like a toiling farmer, constantly harvesting his prey. The long knife had been rolled out, and he did not know how many times he had swung it, nor how many weapons and heads had been cut off, and in this night he fought to the point of madness. The clothes on his body were all soaked with blood, and drops of sticky blood continued to drip down the hem of the clothes, and in the non-stop battle, he could no longer avoid the blood that spurted out, and even his face was splashed with red blood, and now it had begun to coagulate, forming a thin layer of blood scabs, covering the mask that looked like a dancing flame.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, but in the process of slipping, mixed with blood dripping down, no longer its original color. The long knife in his hand was completely scrapped, like a tattered saw blade. I saw him soar one by one, his feet on the ground slightly, the whole person rose from the ground like a feather, and then threw out the long knife in his hand in mid-air, like a blood-colored thunderbolt, staring straight at the few Japanese slaves in plate armor standing in the distance, they were several commanders of the Yanagi Hara commando. Then a snow-white pure white lotus bloomed in his hand again.

Endless chills shot out of his hands. It was like a meteor shower suddenly falling in the night sky, and a little cold light reflected the gradually brighter sky. Suddenly, it scattered out in all directions like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, with the sound of whistling wind. A little bit of cold light only left a moment on everyone's retina, and then it appeared in front of their eyes before they could react, and then they realized that it was not a meteor shower, but a flying knife with weak cicada wings, the sharp blade tore through the air, and the snowy blade reflected the firelight, like gorgeous fireworks.

But by the time they discovered the true colors of these little things, it was too late, because by the time they saw them clearly. The small flying knife had already shot into their bodies, piercing through their thin bodies with endless sharp attribute attacks. They didn't even have time to make the slightest sound before their eyes went completely dark and fell into an eternal slumber. The snow-white lotus flower, blooming in mid-air, is so dazzling, like the snow lotus standing in the sea of blood, the whole body is crystal clear. Born from the dirtiest sea of blood in the world, but still maintaining a bright and clean posture, in the night completely confused the Japanese slave people who were lost in the rolling red dust. At this moment, as long as they saw the bewitching white lotus blooming in the air, they were all dumbfounded. Because when it blooms, it brings disaster.

Li Kuan's body crossed out of thin air in the air. It was like a volley of emptiness, coming in mid-air with the wind. The Yanagi Hara commandos on the opposite side all rushed away.

"Stop him!" Several of the Japanese slaves were completely panicked at this time, although they were loyal to the Yanagi family. But when facing their own life and death, they still can't face it, in this era, the Japanese slave people have not been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido, they are just a heart of gratitude to Yanagi Yuhara, who raised them since childhood and taught them all kinds of skills. As for the samurai who committed suicide by seppuku in minutes, it has not yet appeared in the history of the Japanese slave country in this era!

"Huh...... Can you stop it? Li Kuan sneered, and at the moment when the whole person was about to land, he leaned forward, and then the soles of his feet borrowed a force on the pile of corpses piled up high under him, and then shot out in the predetermined direction. Like an arrow from a bow, swift and unmatched.

I don't know when a long knife appeared in his hand again, like a clear spring reflecting the rising sun, under the faint morning light, you can see the billowing smoke rising into the sky, on the island in the endless ocean, a huge mushroom cloud blooms wantonly in the wind, as if to envelop the entire island of Benzhou, the mountains and forests in the distance, and the fields near are no longer real. All of them were shrouded in a white twilight, like the morning fog that often occurs in the early morning of this season. But this qiē is no longer a fog, but a smoke and dust in Sugihara Liufeng City, which is a tribute to the souls of countless Japanese slaves. In this night, in the short time before dawn, Sugihara Liufeng City, this unfallen Xiongguan, was breached, and countless Japanese slaves shed blood and lost their lives on this night, but now the murderer is still unscathed.

Standing on the street full of corpses, the messy long hair fluttered in the morning breeze, wisps raised, and the armor of a body was even more hideous after being stained with blood, like the devil's armor that had absorbed endless blood and souls in hell, and it was full of mottled blood clots, as well as countless residual flesh and blood, the whole person was in the middle of this street, and there were corpses of the Japanese slaves in front of and behind him, and the surviving Japanese people cowered in the distance, as if they would lose their lives if they took a step forward. The shiny blade in his hand was now stuck in the chest of a man in black plate armor, who was now completely out of breath. Half a minute ago, this man was still discussing with several of his colleagues how to kill Li Kuan, but he never thought that he would die at Li Kuan's hands now.

The night gradually began to withdraw from this land, and the light was coming, and at this bloody dawn, a waning moon obliquely disappeared into the western sky, hiding his own line. Everyone was attracted by the man standing on the long street, they all surrounded with a look of fear, or fled in panic, no one noticed, on the city wall, a group of people wearing black rattan armor were moving rapidly, they were carrying bulging skins, constantly wandering on the city wall, harvesting the lives of the soldiers who had been in chaos on the city wall, when they quickly cleared a place on the city wall that allowed them to move, They untied the heavy leather bags from their bodies, and then revealed round things with long leads on them, and piled up in small piles on the ground.

"What to do? My lord, do you want to wait for the general's order now? A soldier asked a stout man beside him.

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you see so many Japanese slaves running away? Hurry up and throw these things out like you did in the previous exercises! Remember to light the fire! The words spoken by the two were not in the language of the Japanese slave country, but in the Chinese dialect of the Tang Dynasty. Although it is not an authentic Guanzhong dialect, it will definitely not be a Japanese slave country, who is this group of people? They are the water army brought by Li Kuan this time, these are only a few months of training from all over the Tang Dynasty, they have been constantly transforming in this short period of time, and now they are a group of qualified elite divisions, although they have not seen too much blood, but as long as they go through the baptism of the battlefield, this group of people will be the nightmare of the enemy on the battlefield, their physical fitness, their military literacy, absolutely compared to all the super elites of this era, go out of eight streets.

"So, that's how it began? But where is the general? The soldier asked, confused.

"Damn, you can't see anything so conspicuous? Here...... Over there! The stout man, known as the Adult, stretched out his hand and pointed only at the bloodied figure who was surrounded by a crowd of people, but no one dared to step forward.

"The general is so cool......" accompanied the training, and some incomprehensible words also slipped out of Li Kuan, and gradually spread among this army.

"That is, the general's skills, who of us don't know, even if it is thousands of troops, as long as the general is willing, he is also free to come and go, and there is no problem in killing seven in and seven out, no wonder Zhao Zilong Changbanpo can enter and exit the Cao army as if there is nothing. It seems that when a person's force is strong to a certain point, the ordinary army is definitely not an opponent! I really envy ......" The soldiers all stared at the figure standing on top of a mountain of corpses with fiery eyes, their eyes were full of fanatical worship, from the very beginning when they were brought to Crescent Island for training, the mentality full of complaints, even extreme fear, has now completely changed. At this time, even if you chase them with a stick, you can't drive them away, because no matter what era you are, the strong can attract a large number of people to die for it.

"Let's stop talking, let's get moving! Raze the city to the ground! The stout man picked up a black ball from the ground, then took out the fire fold from his arms, blew it gently, ignited the flame, and then put the lead on the black iron ball on the fire and lit it, and then shook his hand suddenly, and suddenly a black iron lump was thrown far away in mid-air, and smashed down with strong force towards a group of Japanese slaves dozens of feet away. Under the cover of thick smoke and dust, this black bump was not noticed by anyone, and it fell into the crowd like this.

"......Boom" A ball of flame exploded violently, and then the people around the center of the explosion were suddenly thrown out, and there were a few people in the center, and the body of the bombed body was torn apart, and then the stump and broken arm flew several feet high, and then fell heavily and smashed into the plasma on the ground.

"It's powerful! This thing is really tough! The soldiers were also dumbfounded, although they had also practiced the use of this weapon on Crescent Island in the past, but it was just an iron lump, and the power of the explosion was far less than the current one, when they learned that they were going to attack with this iron lump, they all pretended desperately, because relying on this thing to attack the city, it must be to stone people to death, and it was enough to bring more. Now that I think of the general's expression at that time, I suddenly ...... It turns out that this thing is so powerful! (To be continued......)