Reflect the world

Chapter 216 Night Massacre (Second Change)

"The palace lord treats you kindly, but you treat Wujue Shrine like this, you..."

The leader was a middle-aged man with an angry expression on his face. Tang Xuanming picked out his ears indifferently, and with a light flick, a piece of yellow earwax passed through the mouth of the middle-aged man, bringing up a splash of blood .

The huge impact caused him to be thrown high, and then he fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A martial artist whose strength reached the second-rate realm died just like that, and the group of people in Wujue Shrine had a small-scale commotion.

Tang Xuanming didn't need to give too many instructions, the dozens of ronin who followed him roared and rushed forward, their ribs were poor, their cross swords were flying, and they smashed into a ball.

And the group of Wujue Shrine, who had lost their backbone, was in a panic and had no fighting spirit at all, especially when their most powerful people were easily defeated.

What they have in their hearts is only fear and uneasiness, and they dare not stay at all.

It quickly collapsed, leaving behind more than a dozen scattered corpses.

The broken Kunai and ribs fell all over the place.

Tang Xuanming didn't take it seriously, and drove the sitting Huo Qilin across the killing field bit by bit.

Among his more than forty followers, two were seriously injured. Watanabe Junyi secretly looked at Tang Xuanming's face, and found that this top strong man didn't have the slightest expression on his face, and he didn't look this way at all. .

He remained silent on the spot for a while, and arranged for a wanderer to bandage the two seriously injured. As warriors who often wander, injuries are commonplace, and they are very skilled in bandaging.

"Put them nearby, and the people here will accept us."

This sudden encounter was next to a village, inside a simple thatched hut, and pairs of black and white eyes looked at this side with horror.

Their eyes were a little frightened, but more numb.

This kind of thing is too much for them.

Since the rise of the Wujue Shrine, Juewushen stole the Immortal Vajra Kung Fu from the Central Plains Shaolin Temple, and modified it to become an immortal golden body.

This kind of killing has been going on, and the Emperor of Japan has been silent, watching all this happen silently.

Different from the situation where a hundred schools of martial arts contend in the Central Plains, Dongying martial arts is dominated by the Wujue Shrine family of Juewushen.

If Tang Xuanming remembers correctly, Absolute Wushen will launch an attack on the Central Plains soon, and the progress will be smooth.

When the martial arts in the Central Plains were killed by Wuming, the top martial arts masters were actually only Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, and they had to rely on them to be able to fight against Juewushen Wujue.

"That's why Di Shitian's Heavenly Gate is not out, so these jumping clowns are talking nonsense in the Central Plains martial arts."

Tang Xuanming looked at the sky indifferently, the blood-colored sunset sprinkled the whole world, adding a tragic atmosphere out of thin air.

Night has fallen!
Tang Xuanming did not go to rest in the village he saw by the roadside. As he approached the center of Dongpu step by step, there were bound to be more and more battles.

He didn't care too much about the life and death of the residents on this island.

But if possible, he is not willing to affect too many people.

He took off the Xueyin Kuangdao from his waist and put it aside.

The huge fire unicorn crouched beside him, its heavy breathing sounded like thunder.

Tang Xuanming patted the scales of the Huo Qilin, and this huge beast spewed out a ball of flames from its shoulders.

The ronin on the other side handed over a processed sea fish, Tang Xuanming pulled it with his internal force, and the sea fish was cut into slices one by one.

The nearly transparent fish fillets floated on the dancing flames of the fire unicorn for a moment, the color gradually approached golden yellow, and then automatically flew into Tang Xuanming's mouth.

Although the wanderers have seen such a scene countless times, they still find it shocking and incomprehensible.

The sea fish suspended beside Tang Xuanming, and pieces of fish that automatically flew out and fell into his mouth, were full of a breathtaking beauty, and at the same time expressed extremely powerful power.

"puff!"

A white and transparent fishbone was spat out by Tang Xuanming, piercing through an assassin who suddenly broke through the ground and merged with the night.

A coquettish blood flower bloomed in the darkness, and the wanderers skillfully walked up to Tang Xuanming, and saluted Tang Xuanming respectfully.

Dragging the corpse away in a hurry, this kind of thing happened too much, it was too common, and they were all used to it.

"puff!"

Another fishbone was spit out. Compared with inland fish, the bones of sea fish are longer and sharper, but no matter what kind of fish the fishbone is, it can be broken easily.

There was never a moment when a group of ronin would be so afraid of that white and transparent fishbone.

The hunters in the dark were sweating coldly, and there were fine beads of sweat on their foreheads and backs, but they didn't even dare to wipe it off.

That fishbone pierced through an assassin's head unmistakably, and penetrated directly between the eyebrows, as if forming a beautiful picture.

Under the support of the majestic internal force, the ravaged elm thorn easily pierced the hardest skull of the human body, taking away a life.

Tang Xuanming ate fish slowly, without rushing, with a different kind of elegance.

But all the assassins lurking in the dark felt chills all over their bodies.

Every short period of time, a fishbone will be spit out, and then a fresh life will be taken away.

No matter how hidden the dormant place is, no matter how well the camouflage is, it cannot escape the blow of that light fishbone.

"No, I can't stand it."

In the eyes of Tang Xuanming's followers, the originally calm night suddenly flowed, no, or a small piece of darkness suddenly and quickly passed through, which made them discover the assassin who was hidden in the darkness and almost merged with the night.

The assassin who ran wildly did not want to kill everyone, but rushed towards the distance frantically, as if there was a demon behind him.

"what!"

But he only uttered a short scream, and fell to the ground.

There was dark red blood flowing slowly, destroying the atmosphere that blended with the darkness, and it looked even more weird and poignant under the light of the fire.

"There are enemies!"

Watanabe Junichi let out a roar, but in fact it was more to cheer himself up.

The wanderers with torches scattered away, only to discover the strangeness in the darkness.

One after another assassins in night clothes were lying on the ground, the blood on their bodies was still slowly flowing, staining the grass little by little.

"Statistics, collect useful things from them."

Watanabe Junichi's hands trembled a little, but he gave the order calmly.

The statistics were counted quickly, and a ronin who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old came over and reported: "There are seven assassins in total, and there is nothing useful on them. They are all dead."

(End of this chapter)