At night, you can faintly hear the sound of waves in the distance, and the fishy smell of the sea breeze blows across the island called Hokuriku.

This is one of the Wa Islands, and the distant night is lit up by flames, and a military village is burned into patches, and the firelight is full of panicked screams of the Wa people.

The old man in a black samurai suit stood on the top of a high mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at all this indifferently, and when the wind blew, he blew his clothes into a hunting fly, and the ancient knife hanging from his waist was also swaying slightly with a red tasseled leather rein.

The old man's eyes reflected that the military village was engulfed in flames, which he secretly released in the night, and this was already the seventh Japanese military camp he had burned.

On the battle array, personal force may be dwarfed, but when it comes to sneak attacks, the higher the martial arts, the more obvious the effect.

On that day, he attacked the Japanese general Date Masamune on the street, and after cutting off one of the opponent's hands and fleeing, he set his sights on the more important ships, military camps, and baggage of the Japanese people.

However, the ships and baggage guards were very strong, only the military camp was huge, and the other party could not have no dead guards, as long as he seized the opportunity, he would choose the right weather and set fire to the felt tents in the camp, often the flames followed the wind, and the fire could soon spread.

Although it is impossible to effectively kill and injure the Japanese people, it is of great help to suppress the morale of the other side.

This is the only thing that can be done to repay the kindness of the emperor of the Xia Kingdom.

The screams of the Japanese people on fire penetrated the night far away, Du Yichu took one last look at the Japanese military camp where the fire spread, turned around and left the cliff at his feet and fled into the forest, his steps were fast, and he did not make the slightest sound.

Leaving this mountain, Du Yichu followed the route he had written down before and came to a hill not far from the eastern coast, which was the place to settle that he had already found during the day.

There is a new temple in the mountains and forests, and the Japanese monks in it were killed by him, and he originally saw that the other party was a monk, and planned to let go of a horse and find another place to rest.

But the monks in this temple are just a group of monks on the outside, but still wild beasts on the inside, the temple is not big, and there are several women hidden, all of whom have been coaxed into other villages to worship for their enjoyment.

So he killed them, and as for those Japanese women, in his opinion, they were blaspheming the Buddhist hall and simply sent these women to follow in the footsteps of the Japanese monks.

There is no village near this temple, and no one will come here, and when they return here after burning the barracks, the corpses in the temple are still on the ground, maintaining their previous movements.

Du Yichu lit the oil lamp, glanced at the Buddha statue in the middle of the Buddha hall, went to the firewood room behind the temple, found a dry branch and lit it, and found some air-dried meat and grain rice, put a small pot on the fire, tore the air-dried meat into strips, and cooked it into a pot of porridge with millet.

Barren mountains and mountains, uninhabited.

The temple shrouded in black trees, the moonlight shines in the quiet of the forest, and there are insects chirping in the corners from time to time.

The old man looked at the small pot that was gradually rising, and coughed a few times from time to time.

He was not injured, nor had he been infected with the plague, but his body was no longer comparable to when he was in his prime, even if he was already a grandmaster, his body was also going downhill, and the old man obviously felt that with the fight of the past few days, the time limit was approaching.

After sitting on the futon for a while, the pot of porridge on the fire was cooked.

The old man lifted the small pot to his feet to cool it a little, and ate it in the small pot, perhaps because of old age, he did not eat much, and after eating it in small bites, he put down the small pot, slowly got up, untied the ancient knife on his waist, and looked at the Buddha statue on the lotus platform in the middle.

"Your Excellency...... Tailgating all the way, it's hard for you. ”

The forest is quiet at night, with the occasional sound of night birds and the rustling of the treetops against the eaves.

The Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform, numb eyes, falling from the old man's words, as if looking over this side.

The mountain wind blew in from the forest outside, slightly stirring up the flames, and the moment the rising sparks floated towards the Buddha statue, the flames 'whirred' and fell down, and the sparks diffused.

The Buddha statue seemed to have peeled off a boxy skin, flying towards the old man, the dark ancient knife trembled, and at the same time as cutting the square brown square cloth, three black shadows almost roared from behind with the sound of wind and thunder.

Wow...... Wow......

With two successive sounds, the knife edge deflected the flying black shadow, and among the mixed sparks, the third one was avoided by the old man's flying back, and with a bang, the stone pillar that did not enter the hall penetrated from behind, carrying a piece of sand and stone, nailed to the earthen wall behind it.

It was a pitch-black cross-dart, the old man had seen it once in Wajima for three years, it was called a shuriken, however, the next moment, the sound of the air splitting and the ancient knife in his hand rang together in an instant, and the harsh sound of metal colliding tore through the night sky.

A figure flew down from the Buddha statue.

The man was covered in black, wearing shoulder armor on his shoulders, and the thin knife in his hand was one foot and five inches, and he instantly slashed at the old man in mid-air, and with a sound of gold and iron collision, Du Yichu also smashed the opponent's weapon away with a very fast knife.

The knife edge intersected with the knife edge, and the aroused sparks splashed out, and before the person landed, he flipped in the air and said lightly in the Japanese language: "Ghost wheel flash!" ”

The figure flashed, the weapon in his hand cut out a round of knife qi, in front of the Buddha statue, the flame was inspired to sway wildly, under the light of the fire, the knife qi seemed to become visible to the naked eye, turning into a round of streamers and flying towards the old man.

At the door of the Buddha hall, the fire and dust were wrapped in the knife light and rushed over, Du Yichu snorted, the ancient knife in his hand did not have any fancy eyes, the same slash out, the knife qi directly split, the old man took a step, the dust on the ground was blown away instantly, and the moment the blade in his hand split the opponent's knife qi, he also cut out a knife light.

Rumble!

Ten steps away, the Buddha statue and the lotus platform were directly split in half, and among the rocks and mud billows, the black-clothed Japanese man came down from the roof, and the hidden weapon in his hand chased the old man who was hiding and nailed out a row.

The old man ran forward, kicked on the wall, turned around, flew and threw himself at the descending Japanese assassin, the long knife split the air, collided with the short knife in the opponent's hand, and the moment the two landed together, it was the sound of the exchange of '呑呑呑' resounded in the air, and the bonfire on the ground swayed wildly, illuminating the shadows on the wall of the two frantically colliding.

This Japanese assassin is the most powerful person the old man has ever seen in the past three years, with superb knife skills and extremely sensitive skills and hidden weapon kung fu, and in the blink of an eye, the old man has quickly fought with the other party more than 20 knives.

After Du Yichu stabbed the other party, he moved with his steps, turned around and slashed backhand, forcing the Japanese assassin to take a step back, but the latter seemed to sense the power of the old man's knife that he was about to slash, and the moment he retreated, he threw something out of his hand and smashed it on the ground.

The old man's sword light slashed on the ground with an afterimage, cutting out a ravine, and at the same time, the Buddha hall was filled with smoke.

At this time, the sight is affected, the other party is dark, and he can't make a sound, the old man stands in place, closes his eyes, his ears tremble slightly, and uses his voice to identify the other party's location.

Rustling......

The sound of extremely small footsteps was rapidly approaching from behind, Du Yichu turned around, horizontal knife, a figure in the smoke came in an instant, and the short knife had already been chopped, and the whole body of the Japanese assassin who rushed over at the moment of collision with the ancient knife suddenly became short, and approached Du Yichu from under the ancient knife.

Ninja: Slash the ground!

The old man lifted his foot and kicked it out.

A muffled sound suddenly sounded in the air between the two.

……

In the firelight, the two figures close to each other flew backwards and crashed into the earthen walls on both sides, and countless dust fell from the Buddha hall that shook the temple.

(End of chapter)