With a loud bang, the old man in Mai and I exchanged a solid punch.
The fists faced each other.
I only felt an extremely heavy force rushing towards me.
I frowned and forced to swallow the surge in my throat.
The sweetness that came out was followed by another heavy punch, hitting the old man Mai's chest.
The old man in Mai took my punch without changing his expression, and then slapped me on the head with his backhand.
With a snap, he slapped my body outwards.
I shook my head, and a sense of dizziness spread immediately.
Come.
The old man's strength was surprisingly strong.
"Good strength."
The old man in Mai said, placing his palms in a posture in front of his chest, then forming a round with his fists, and struck me crazily.
Wakayama, if the most mythical person in the eyes of Japan is the legendary Yin Yang Master Abe Seimei, and the one who makes people feel the most safe and realistic is the God of War Oda Nobunaga, then Wakayama is the existence that stands above the two. , is the last pure land of Japanese Bushido.
Wakayama is not a legend, but a myth.
Compared with the illusory Yin Yang Way, Wakayama's Bushido is extremely outstanding, and even surpasses the spirit of British chivalry.
It can be said that compared to the sacredness and inheritance, the British Royal Knights are not inferior to Wakayama.
It's like saying how strong the old man in front of me is.
How strong is the old man who dared to hunt down Hu Baye in China for ten years?
How strong do you think he would be?
The old man in Mai was about to punch me, so I swung my palm fiercely and hit it with a bang.
However, I saw that the old man just dodged slightly for a second, then bumped his shoulder and leaned towards me.
I took two steps back, then kicked out.
Old Man Mai blocked it with his palm, and then smiled slightly: "It's really strong."
I gritted my teeth and pulled out the Minghong Sword from behind.
With a bang, the Minghong Sword suddenly fell into my hand with a hint of crimson color, and moved towards Mai like an eagle attacking the moon.
The old man's neck was slashed, and the weak flame carried by the blade as soon as it was unsheathed burned the old man Mai's chest in an instant.
This was also the first time that old man Mai's expression showed surprise and panic.
I held the hilt of the sword, flicked my wrist slightly, and pulled out a sword flower.
After tasting the old man's blood, the Minghong Dao neighed, as if it was jumping for joy.
"Why is this Red Phoenix knife in your hand?"
the old man in Mai said, with a look of astonishment on his face.
Even the other two old men were a little surprised and said, "It's really the Red Phoenix."
"The name of the sword is Minghong.
It was made by the Yellow Emperor himself.
How can it be that this sword is also yours?"
I curved the corners of my mouth, and then took a deep breath.
The slight chirp of the Minghong Dao made me feel energetic and almost joyful.
But I couldn't be careless at this time, because the moment I took out the sheath, the old man in Mai also took out the sword.
The old man in Mai sighed slightly, and said softly: "It seems that I really can't let you leave alive."
After saying that, I saw the old man in Mai raise his hand.
I just felt a blur in front of my eyes, and I came to my senses.
He was already holding a strange purple-black long knife, and the aura coming from the blade was extremely complicated and violent, like a wild beast that wanted to eat people.
"The demon sword Muramasa Wakayama has sealed this sword for hundreds of years, and it has only been unsheathed twice."
The old man in Mai slowly pulled out the blade, and the purple-black violent aura suddenly spread across the top of the mountain.
The weird smell made me feel a little uncomfortable.
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I shook the Minghong Sword in my hand, and then pointed the blade at the old man Mai.
The two of them took a step forward at the same time, and then moved their arms, and the sword light shot out.
Two blades spanning a country collided with each other.
After Minghong was forged by Huangdi, because his anger was too strong and his murderous intention was even greater than Xuanyuan's righteousness, he was abandoned by Huangdi and turned into a bird and flew away.
Muramasa is the Demon Sword Devourer, but anyone who uses this sword will die violently.
In other words, between two demon swords, who is more powerful?
The old man in Mai spun around, turned his wrist lightly, and the village chief pulled out a sword in his hand, almost close to my body in a very strange way.
I frowned, and punched hard, hitting it hard and cold. on the blade.
With a bang, old man Mai and I took a step back at the same time, but the collision had already caused some damage to my fists.
I exhaled slowly, licked my lips, and moved my trembling palms back.
The old man in Mai narrowed his eyes, held a sword in one hand, and fiercely formed a mark on his chest with his left hand.
He covered my chest and hit me.
My face was startled, and I turned back sharply.
My body moved strangely like a butterfly walking through flowers.
Then I slashed out with the knife.
The Minghong Dao made a soft sound, and the blade was like a lightning strike, with a hint of brilliant crimson red.
The fog struck at the head of the old man Mai's head.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
The old man in Mai narrowed his eyes and punched out with a bang.
The huge force rushed from the blade to my wrist.
I groaned, quickly held the handle of the knife with both hands, shouted and stopped.
If my palm had been a little slower just now, my entire right hand might have been broken by Old Man Mai's punch.
The old man breathed out, held Muramasa and drew a circle on his chest.
Just after drawing the circle, a phantom of Asura appeared behind the old man in Mai.
The three-headed and six-armed Asura held various weapons in his hands and smiled evilly at me.
"Ha" the old man in Mai suddenly shouted softly, and the village chief in his hand shook suddenly, and then stabbed me in the chest instantly.
The weird incarnation of Asura chuckled even more.
I frowned and kept waving the blade in my hand, but at this moment, there was like a rain of knives in front of me, with continuous raindrops coming from above and below.
I kept pounding.
It's just that one sword kills everything, and another sword strikes again.
I gritted my teeth and rushed forward.
After the old man in Mai punched me on the arm, I cut the skin on his chest with a knife.
I let out a soft breath.
At this moment, I was injured and suddenly saw a black shadow.
Hua Mulan swung the knife with an expressionless face.
The blade came out of her hand and went straight through her.
She saw the white-haired old man standing upright in front of her.
The old man stared at his chest as if in disbelief, and then slowly fell to the ground.
Hua Mulan looked at me while panting.
A half-arm-long wound on her back was exuding bursts of blood.
It seemed that she was also injured.
Seeing the death of his colleague, the old man in Mai was slightly startled, but at this moment, he saw a black shadow passing through the woods.
The old man in Mai shrank his pupils, turned around and punched out, but the person who came turned out to be a The hidden weapon as thin as a hair immediately penetrated into the old man Mai's wound, causing him to frown and said: "Withdraw" After that, the bald old man disappeared within a few breaths.
"Hey grandson, don't run away."
Chen Changsheng shouted.
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"Okay, stop shouting, don't chase after poor people, and the old man in sackcloth is not easy to deal with at all."
I frowned, and then spit out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.
Old Man Mai's punch just now did cause me some internal injuries, but my knife was just a superficial injury.
As expected, Wakayama is not easy to mess with because several old men have such abilities.
I'm sure this isn't their greatest strength.
Moreover, for the last blow just now, it was obvious that someone helped us.
Otherwise, with just a few of us, even if Hua Mulan killed an old man, we would definitely not be able to defeat the two of them.
But who is helping us?
"Did you just see the people in the woods?"
I asked.
Chen Changsheng blinked and said, "Mr.
Lin, you are confused.
Where are the people coming from?
It's not just the three of us."
"No, there is someone."
Hua Mulan said suddenly.
"When I killed the old man just now, someone actually helped me.
I had just been stabbed.
The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't stand up at all, but someone in the forest seemed to have hit the old man's chest, making him tremble. , I just took this opportunity to kill him with one blow, otherwise I'm afraid," Hua Mulan pursed her lips and said.
"hidden weapon" I murmured, someone was definitely helping me in the woods just now, but who will help me at this juncture?
"Okay, okay, don't think about it.
Damn it, no matter who helped the young man, I have become enemies with him.
He helped Mr.
Lin and sister Mulan, but he didn't help me.
He is Nao's fault.
This kid will definitely not like it.
"Chen Changsheng put away the iron talisman and chirped.
Hua Mulan rolled her eyes and ignored him.
But I was a little confused at this time, I should say quite confused.
The person who can find this place is definitely not an ordinary person, and he has definitely been following us for a while.
But why didn't he show up earlier?
Is it because he couldn't let me see his face?
Then why couldn't he let me see his face?
There is definitely something wrong with this.
Ever since I got the Bird Bead, I have become extremely sensitive to the movements around me, especially the flow of yin and yang energy.
Unless there is a red-robed ghost, I will feel it even if a ghost walks in front of me.
It was only because of this that I discovered Old Man Mai, but what kind of strength is the person who secretly helped me?
Is it possible that he is higher than Old Man Mai?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be slightly startled.
If it was really more difficult than Elder Mai, then I would really break out in a cold sweat.
It's okay to have such a person as a friend, but it would be terrible if they were an enemy.
It's like the hidden weapon that hit the white-haired old man just now.
If it were us, I'm afraid it would have been a corpse long ago.
I licked my lips, and suddenly, the sun shone on the ground.
There was a pool of blood where the old man in Mai was standing just now, and just above the blood, there was an object that was giving off a cold light.
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I walked over, looked at the cold light in the blood, squinted and said, "This thing":