For the glory of the Oda family! ”

Oda Nakaaki put on the white grimace mask, and then, several gray roots instantly grew from the edge of the mask, wrapping Oda Nakaaki's entire head.

At the same time, a group of black-clothed people standing behind Oda Nakaaki wore grimace masks on their heads in unison like Oda Nakaaki.

Immediately afterward, a total of eleven people emerged with black mist visible to the naked eye and continued to escape in all directions.

"Let's go, Zhong Mingjun."

The one-hearted monk is stretching out his hands. His hands lit up with a golden Buddha light.

The crumbling fuselage of the aircraft was enveloped by a translucent golden light curtain in an instant.

"The old monk can still hold this plane for half a minute at most. Zhong Mingjun, you don't have much time. ”

Oda Nakaaki turned around and nodded at the Ichishin Monk, and then Oda Nakaaki took ten samurai and plunged headlong into the sea of clouds without any protective gear and landing equipment.

……

"Boom!"

Oda Nakaaki and the others jumped into the sea of clouds with lightning flashing. There was a huge explosion of the plane behind him, and the wreckage flew everywhere, and a huge wave of air accelerated the group of ghost-faced people who kept falling.

In an instant, the speed at which the eleven ghost-faced people fell even faster.

Due to the high speed of the fall, the air rubbed violently against the clothes of the ghost-faced men. Soon, a raging fire ignited around the bodies of those ghost-faced warriors.

But strangely, the fire that surrounds each of the ghostfaces. But he never burned the Ghostface's clothes, let alone burned them to death.

In just a few minutes, the team of Ghostface people surrounded by raging fire landed smoothly and smoothly on the water.

And here, there is a man. I've been waiting for them for a long time.

"Original...... All of this is the handiwork of Your Excellency. ”

When Oda Nakaaki saw the man in front of him, he already knew it in his heart. In very pure Chinese, he spoke.

He should have thought that the person who could obtain the inheritance of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King could be a simple guy.

"There is an old saying that everyone knows about my China. Come and have no contact, and it is rude. ”

Fan Ren looked at the group of ghost-faced people in front of him. A faint smile appeared on his face, and he said with a warm look.

"Since your Oda family has never met and given me such a big gift, I can't say anything in return if I don't say anything."

Oda Nakaaki, who was wearing a mask, shook his head lightly and said, "We don't mean to be enemies of Your Excellency, the power of his Heavenly Demon King originally belonged to my Oda family, and I just retrieved what belonged to my Oda family."

Fan Ren smiled contemptuously, and said indifferently: "Oda family, do you think from top to bottom that Oda Nobunaga is the deity of the Heavenly Demon King who he has turned into?" To tell you the truth, I've met the Demon King Bo Shun, and he never told me that he has an incarnation named Nobunaga. An imposter who doesn't know what to call it. What's more, that monk of your Oda family used to trap my Buddha Kingdom. Inside, there are many souls of our people. ”

Fan Ren understood in his heart. That Buddha realm illusion, since it has to use so many unjust ghosts, there will be no serious way to come from 100%, and it is only in the modern times that there are so many low-level evil ghosts and resentful spirits that can be used by the Oda family to control the servants.

Therefore. Although the monk who shot at himself was almost superb, his Dharma cultivation was almost superb. But the monk was either a butcher who had killed countless people before, or there was a group of butchers who had killed countless people to provide him with powerful ghosts and ghosts that he could control. It can be said that it is not innocent at all.

"Your Excellency, since your words are disrespectful to the ancestors of my Oda family, then I can't let Your Excellency leave here alive."

Oda Nakaaki glanced at Fan Ren standing on the water in front of him and waved his hand lightly. Two samurai stepped out from behind him, pinning their long katanas to their waists and holding the hilt in one hand. Made a common starting hand style of drawing a knife and chopping.

Immediately afterward, streams of black qi visible to the naked eye floated out from the bodies of the two black-clothed men.

"Oh? It's kind of interesting. ”

A dazzling golden light flashed in Fan Ren's eyes, and he saw the clue in an instant.

On the hilt of the knife in the hand of the man in black, and on the grimace mask on his face. Streams of strange purple mist kept pouring into the samurai's body.

"Oh? Pay for the funeral. ”

Fan Ren saw clearly how the power in the samurai's body operated in front of him, and immediately thought of a youkai population that was particularly famous in Oriental culture.

The monster that the artifact achieves because of the powerful [Nian] is the god of mourning.

If it sounds good, it is called Fu Fushen, and if it is ugly, it is a group of old things.

"It's different from ordinary mourning gods. This. It is a ghost-faced artifact that can use the power of Oda Nobunaga, and these two samurai are holding demon swords made by the Oda family with their hearts. ”

Perhaps because Fan Ren said the word Fu Fushen in one mouth, Oda Zhongming opened his mouth to be a commentator for Fan Ren.

"I said, Brother Zhongming, have you ever heard a word?"

Fan Ren rolled his eyes speechlessly, shrugged his shoulders and looked at the ghost-faced man in front of him.

"What?"

"The villain died from talking too much."

Fan Ren held his arms helplessly, just watching the two ghost-faced warriors who had volunteered to come out standing motionless on the water. Although they knew that they were secretly accumulating strength while they were talking to Oda Nakaaki.

But when you encounter this kind of skill, you have to read the note and forcibly explain it to yourself and delay time, is it really stupid?

"Don't get me wrong, sir, I'm just stalling for time."

As soon as Oda Nakaaki's words fell, the two samurai who had been posing suddenly pulled out their katanas, and then a white light flashed.

In front of the two warriors, two half-moon-shaped currents appeared, slashing towards Fan Ren at a rapid speed.

"We bushido are all about being upright."

A dignified frontal sneak attack?

Fan Ren looked at the two half-moon-shaped sea balls that flew in. Resist the urge to complain and reach out with your palms facing down.

In an instant, he absorbed two balls of seawater, and then slapped at the two swords composed of seawater.

Moment. Water splashes. Blurred vision.

Then, two katanas, one left and one right, cut through the splashing water and slashed towards Fan Ren's body.

"It's embarrassing to take out an attack of this level?"

Fan Ren reached out to meet the blade. Flick your fingertips lightly on the katana.

"Ding-ding."

After two soft sounds, the two menacing warriors, one to the left and the other to the right, turned in place for half a circle, and the entire momentum collapsed in an instant.

"Mortal, for me. Nothing to do ......"

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