This Meishan island is only twenty-five miles long and ten miles wide.

An out-and-out small island, the mountain forest vegetation on the island is OK, there is a small mountain bag called Toad Mountain by the locals, there is no good scenery, there are few people, and the natural population is sparse.

Although it is close to the beach, except for the occasional resting place of local fishermen, there are no villagers living on the island for long, and it is easy to hide some people in the mountains and forests.

Liu Zhuoran's boat docked in an inconspicuous depression on the edge of the island, he was a master of art and boldness, and after entering the island, he quickly went to the mountains and forests.

At night, high in the forest, you can vaguely see some lights, which should be the place where the Japanese people are hiding.

Wujian carried a hat, carried a thousand blades on his back, and stood in the shade of a large tree.

The qi machine is restrained, as if it is melting into the darkness, holding a red wine gourd in his hand, and looking around while moistening his throat with wine.

There were people walking in this forest, and there were quite a few of them.

As far as he could see in the night, these widows were well-equipped and well-trained, and three or four people walked a few feet below Liu Zhuoran, and they could be seen clearly by the swordless.

All of them have long swords and short soldiers, and they have a brave spirit.

He also found that there were nimble black-clothed people shuttling through the forest, and they should be secret guards other than these patrol soldiers, who were very good at concealment, like masters of physical skills.

Every time he jumped on the branches, he galloped in the night, but did not make a sound, like a black cat, jumping from branch to branch.

And there is a strange strength, and when he falls on a branch, he is like a half-squat, his hands are folded, he looks around vigilantly, and after a few breaths, he goes to another place, repeating the process.

"Ninja?"

Liu Zhuoran had this word in his mind.

He had seen the Japanese people in Penglai Mountain, and this Penglai had been operating in the Japanese country for more than 500 years, so he naturally knew some of the Dongying customs better than other Jianghu guests.

There is no concept of Jianghu martial arts over there, it is to respect the emperor and create a dynasty of all generations, subordinate to the feudal officials, called the daimyo, and under the daimyo, there are samurai, from high to low, and finally the flat-headed people.

This samurai can basically be regarded as a martial arts person who is attached to the bigwigs at all levels, or a leader of the soldiers.

There is no distinction between swords and swords, and the long and short soldiers are collectively called swords, and martial arts are awarded by various schools in the form of dojos, which are actually the large and small sects on the side of Middle-earth.

Of course, the land of the Wa Kingdom is small, and it is not as prosperous as the martial arts of Middle Earth, and the swordsmanship is different in various parts of the country, but there are so many of them, that is, there are more than 100 families.

Heavy move techniques, but not heavy internal practice, as for the ninja, it can basically be equated with the role of the Five Elements Gate of Middle Earth, the Hidden Building, and the secret guard of the national dynasty.

He specializes in intelligence gathering, assassination, planting and other shady work.

Liu Zhuoran had never seen a ninja.

But I occasionally hear the people of Penglaimen, talking about such alien warriors, it is said that they live in the shadows, their status is not high, and their means are different, and few people know about them in the territory of the Wa Kingdom, but various stories are spread very widely.

"Well defended."

Hiding in the shade of the trees without a sword, he looked high in the mountains and forests.

Take a glimpse and see the whole leopard, these Japanese people hidden here must be from the same big force, and the cooperation between them is very exquisite.

Ordinary warriors, touching the island, can't avoid such a net in the forest.

However, it doesn't matter if there is no sword, these warrior soldiers, although the ninja ronin is brave, but after all, the level is not high, and it is very tricky for ordinary people, with his martial arts attainments, even if he walks with these samurai, they are difficult to find.

But such an elite is hidden on this small island, obviously preparing for a big event.

Without a sword, he quietly swept towards the mountains and forests, and he couldn't help but think that if this island close to Ningbo City was there, there were already so many Dongying people hiding.

So how many Japanese people are waiting in the entire Zhoushan Islands? In addition, if there are ghosts in the city to respond, if this starry sky gathers, I am afraid that it will become a fire that burns Ningbo, or even the south of the Yangtze River.

The Rebellion of the Japanese People?

Wujian shook his head, a surge of killing intent surging in his heart.

He is not a nationalist, but seeing that evil is happening in front of him, more than a dozen people have died in the city, if he does not draw his sword and seek justice, let alone himself, he is the sleeping master in a thousand blades, I am afraid that he will be angry.

This has nothing to do with identity, this is his martial arts.

This is the morality that must be carried out as a martial artist!

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Same night.

The same mountain forest.

On the top of the hill of Toad Mountain, the leader of the Japanese people, a samurai of the Maori family, is meeting with a mysterious man.

Where the two of them stood, in the night, they could clearly see that in the makeshift cottage below, there was a group of people drinking and having fun, and the charming laughter of women.

They were some women who had been hired for money, and they had been here for a few days, and they had evaporated from the outside world as if they had disappeared from the world.

This kind of arrangement is certainly not something that these Japanese people who have crossed the sea can do, but it is arranged by the local hidden bosses.

There are not only women, but also all kinds of materials that have been placed on the island in advance, even materials for temporarily setting up camps, clothes to hide their identities, tools for repairing blades, and so on.

And not only on this small island of Meishan, but also in the entire Zhoushan Islands.

This kind of hand, this kind of ability, is destined to be the person in front of him, who is by no means an ordinary person, and he will never be able to do it if he is a rich family alone.

has money, and a huge force, plus the samurai in black armor, is also respectful to the person in front of him, and the identity of the mysterious person is already revealed.

Hidden Building...

It must be a hidden building, right?

This samurai does not have the arrogant and domineering style of ordinary ronin, he is a retainer of the Maori daimyo, and he has some vision.

You can't spoil the big things of the daimyo and the immortals because of your personal thoughts, otherwise you can only cut your stomach Mingzhi.

It's just that the mysterious person in front of him is wearing the rich shirt of an ordinary businessman, and his body shape is not characteristic, and his face is buttoned with a mask of the evil spirit of Dongying.

It's very similar to Xiao Tie's ghost face, but the one in front of him is even more evil.

The black-red ghost face covered the man's face tightly, and his voice also changed, and his tone was very hoarse.

"A few days ago, a messenger came from the East China Sea."

The man said to the warrior who bowed his head and listened:

"It was said that I wanted you to wait for the attack on the Central Plains Martial Arts, but first hold it off, the immortal changed the target of the primary election, and asked you to stay here with peace of mind and wait for the follow-up instructions.

There is also the instruction of your lord's lord, it should be in the next few days, with the merchant ship. ”

"Hmm."

The samurai's Chinese was okay, and he could understand what the man was saying, but he rarely responded, and seemed to be silent.

"Recently, you've been making a bit of a fuss."

The man glanced at the tide under the moon, and his tone became heavier, and said:

"I know that those onmyoji want to extract their souls and replenish their spiritual energy, and one or two are fine, but in this month, inside and outside Ningbo City, there are fifty or sixty people who have died from the 'evil spirit' alone.

I'm a little curious.

This aura is supplemented, and it is faster to extract the true qi of the martial artist, if you are ambushing the martial artist, I can still understand it, but those ordinary people, rich merchants, and women in the dust, and they don't practice martial arts, what are you waiting to do?

Do you feel bored here, so you want to do something to have fun?

Or are you used to being in the East, and you feel constrained and uncomfortable in my middle earth? ”

The samurai was also a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

He can control the samurai ronin and ashigaru under his command, but he can't control those onmyoji, they are the children of the fairy family, and they are all very arrogant.

"Is it the Onmyoji who made his own decisions?"

When the man saw that the samurai's face was different, he guessed what had happened.

He laughed twice.

Say:

"Okay, you don't care about this mess, I'll deal with it."

The warrior's face was a little better, and he was about to say more, but the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted his words, and the man took a few steps towards the edge of the cliff.

Attach your hands to your ears and listen with your heart.

After a few breaths, he turned back to the warrior and said:

"Someone has gone up the mountain, and he is heading towards this place, he is a master, what have you been doing in the past few days? How could such a warrior be attracted! ”

His voice became much harsher.

The warrior didn't react, he was grabbed by the collar with five fingers, and the whole person was lifted, he was shorter, and he had no power to resist at this moment.

The person in front of him, from the calm and elegant look just now, became like a ghost at this moment.

The manic and arrogant air came to him, and the samurai who pressed him looked confused, and in the face of this question, he stammered and replied:

"We are all in the mountains, and I haven't left, ah, it's Onmyoji Fujishita, he said a few days ago, in Ningbo City, someone is secretly investigating the hurt of the gods.

Fearing that the matter would be exposed, he left for two nights, saying that he wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"Bang"

The samurai's whole body was thrown to the ground, like a heavy hammer, and he was hit with blood.

"Insufficient success, more than failure!"

The mysterious man squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth, and in addition to his anger, he felt very tired.

Obviously, everything has been arranged, everything is in order, and everything is going smoothly when it is finally completed.

Beat it tonight, and tomorrow you will do the mischievous Onmyoji, kill the chickens and monkeys, and comfort the dead and wounded in the city, and this matter will be over.

Unexpectedly, the pig teammate suddenly jumped out and output frantically behind his back.

In this place of Ningbo, the force where he is located is not afraid to be the enemy of anyone, but now this matter is sudden, but it makes all calculations worry about subversion.

The cause of everything is just a waste of insufficient success, and you want to solve the problem by yourself?

Yards!

Isn't it good to use this kind of unprovoked ambition in a nearby place? Are these widows full of feces in their heads?

"There is only one person who comes, and it is really daring."

The mysterious man moved his fingers, and a black hook jade jumped at his fingertips, and his tone was indifferent. Say to the samurai who got up behind him:

"Go and get done! If he is not left tonight, you will not see tomorrow. ”

The samurai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted in the language of the east.

He took a ghost face from his waist, put it on his head, drew the knife from his waist, and rushed down the mountain road, and after a few breaths, the entire temporary camp was in chaos.

There is also the sound of screeching gongs.

Liu Zhuoran, who sneaked all the way from the forest, heard the noisy gong sound, and was shocked, knowing that his whereabouts had been discovered.

Seeing that the wind was blowing everywhere, he no longer hid, but on the branch of the tree, holding the hilt of the sword behind his back.

In the next moment, Ling Xuan was out of the sheath.

"Wow"

Sen Bai's sword light lit up, and under the moonlight, it was like a large arc of light that stretched twenty zhang, and there was no sword move.

The swordless wrist waved, and roughly swept the thousand blades in a circle, and in the loud noise, the severed trees were mixed with the burst of blood light, taking him as the center of the circle, and all the obstacles within twenty zhang were divided into two.

Thick trunk.

Solid stone.

Fragile flesh.

A sword cut down, within twenty zhang, there is no life, as if demolished, in this mountain forest, there is a hole in a big ring.

The hundreds of fallen trees had smooth incisions and fell to the ground, shaking the ground and sending dust flying.

The first wave of ninja warriors who rushed in, except for a few with better skills, the rest of the twenty or thirty people were annihilated by this sword.

The gore grew thick.

In the midst of the chaos, the few people who survived, their faces were dull, and they looked up.

On the trunk of the tree in front of him, Liu Zhuoran was holding the sword in one hand, and the flying fragments of a thousand blades were shining with cold light, rapidly "growing" on the bare hilt.

After a breath, the thousand blades returned, and the sword body full of cracks like blue and white porcelain reflected a touch of warm moonlight.

There are a few sporadic people, just in the mountains and forests where this blow clears the field, everyone has an unconcealed horror in their eyes, and these days, they also have the action of ambushing the Central Plains martial arts people.

In their opinion, the Central Plains Martial Arts is just like that.

The warrior's methods are indeed versatile and dexterous, and he can compete with the samurai ninjas, but as soon as he encounters the onmyoji, he is completely blind, and these middle-earth people, the experience of dealing with demons and evil spirits is completely inferior to those of them who rush up from hell.

But at the moment, this blow simply and neatly shattered their contemptuous impression of the Middle-earth martial arts.

cast an insurmountable shadow on these widows. This is the master of the Central Plains martial arts?

Are they all a bunch of monsters?

"Ghost を summon す! 殺します! ”

The mournful shouts of the warriors outside the forest disturbed the tranquility of the night for a moment, and when they heard the order of the main general, several Japanese people in front of them immediately took out the jade on their waists.

The surging aura spreads out in the next moment.

The light spirit wind blew, blowing Liu Zhuoran's long hair flying, he looked fixedly, those people were wrapped in aura, but they were only dancing around three inches, and with the addition of aura, these people actually gave birth to strange changes.

"Ahh

The cries of pain came and went, and their bodies swelled like blows, like evil spirits hidden in their hearts, and with the blessing of the aura, they tore through the disguise of their human forms.

One by one, they were exposed to the moonlit night.

"Bang"

A samurai stepped forward, no longer human, more than a foot tall, with a single horn, twisted cheeks, and exposed fangs.

The skin on the outside also turned dark red, and the stretched body flowed with drops of blood.

He still held the blade of the long knife in his hand, but in the other hand, it had turned into a ghostly claw, and a tail covered with scales emerged from behind his waist.

Looks like a lizardman!

It's not just him who turns into a demon, it's the same for everyone, and the few ninjas who dodge a thousand blades and a sword are even more exaggerated, one by one on all fours, with bulging facial features.

It's really like a ghost monkey at night, and a pair of eyes are full of green light.

Hundred ghosts and demons! These Japanese people who crossed the sea are no longer pure human beings, and once they are stimulated by the aura, they can break through the limits of human beings and turn into hideous ghosts.

The roars came and went, so that this night down the island, if it turned into a ghost in the world.

Just a few breaths later, Liu Zhuoran was completely surrounded by a group of hundred ghosts and demons, hundreds of pairs of terrible ghost eyes, looking at him in all directions, and there was a brutal killing intent in each pair of eyes.

"No wonder around Ningbo, there are always warriors who disappear mysteriously."

Liu Zhuoran clenched the hilt of Ling Xu's sword, looking at these hideous ghost soldiers in front of him, his heart was very calm, and the initial astonishment had dissipated, leaving only pure killing intent.

"Since he is no longer human, he has no need to have mercy."

The cold light of a thousand blades floated, and the sword marks and stars were scattered.

"There is no need to carry out the morals of tonight in words."

Liu Zhuoran's hair flew wildly, jumped down from the branches, and landed in the group of hundred ghosts.

In the next moment, those demonic things rushed towards him, and the Ling Void Sword Wind also blew like a storm at this moment.

"The justice I want back..."

"Let this rain of blood fall tonight, and tell your heart's content."