My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 478: Even though the road ahead is dead, I will go there too

The dull sound immediately turned into a loud bang, which resounded loudly in the Buddhist hall under the dark night. The earthen walls on both sides of the Buddhist hall exploded directly, and mud fragments and adobe bricks flew outward, hitting the woods and courtyard walls outside. , all a crackling sound.

In the midst of the air, the old man who flew backwards stabbed the ground with his backhand knife, stopping his castration and keeping his figure firmly in place. At the next moment, he drew his knife and faced the smoke in front of him.

At the other end of the old man's field of vision, the Japanese assassin rushed out from the gap in the earth wall. His agile skills and rapid sword skills caused a violent collision with the oncoming ancient sword. The blade tore through the air, whipping up strong winds. Occasionally, there were the sounds of fists and kicks, and a short... In just a short moment, the fierce and fierce aura of the two reached its peak.

Du Yichu's sword skills are both strong and soft, and he is not afraid of the opponent's sharp sword. After several sword fights with the Japanese assassin, his accumulated sword strength reached its peak.

After two more cuts, the ancient sword pressed against the opponent's blade, pulling out a string of sparks. In an instant, the intention of the sword surged from the body, and the power was also stimulated to the highest level with this sword!

The thin knife that almost pressed the opponent was pressed against the Japanese chest, and it exploded in front of the Japanese assassin without any reservation——

The Japanese assassin kept the posture of holding the knife in front of him with both hands, and was forced to step back a foot, almost forcefully eating the prepared knife. However, the Japanese assassin had a unique force-relieving technique. When he retreated with his feet, the ground As he smoothed it out, it opened inch by inch.

For a moment, there was a cracking sound on the ground, and the assassin stopped his retreat, stabilized his figure, and suddenly thrust his knife into the ground. He stood upright and quickly formed seals on his chest with his hands.

Ninja Technique: Shadow Clone!

The moment Du Yichu rushed towards him with his sword, the Japanese assassin suddenly blurred in front of his eyes across the field of vision. The next moment, he suddenly transformed into two figures.

Secret meaning: Ninja Shadow Dance!

Boom boom boom boom!

The four figures raised their hands together, wiped their fingers across the blade, ignited flames, and rushed towards the old man again. With a bang, sparks burst out, and the flames flew away and exploded in the air.

Sparks were densely bouncing between the ancient knives in the old man's hands, flashing crazily in the night and moonlight.

The Japanese assassin's intention at this time finally emerged, which was to use this secret skill to forcefully defeat the old man. Before he had fought with the old man, he had already noticed that the other man's martial arts was superior to his. It could be seen that the old man had always had reservations. I guess it may be because of my age or other unspeakable factors.

Although this weird secret technique gave Du Yichu the upper hand and allowed him to create another body shape, he was at the clan level and had learned countless secret techniques in the world, so how could he be at a loss when forced to do so.

The moment Du Yichu put his feet firmly on the ground, the ancient sword in his hand was slashing wildly around, and the four figures seemed to have turned into dozens or hundreds at this moment, ghost wheel flash, explosive flame dragon, blowing snow, sky cicada dance... various moves attacked from all directions. Come on, countless sword lights burst out around him.

The moment the four figures scattered in the air landed, they touched the ground with their toes, jumped into the air again, surrounded the old man on the incense burner, and rushed over with knives in both hands——

What seemed to be an understatement of blocking and pushing actually contained complicated rules. When the swords of the two of them fell, they were lifted off the ground by him. The rebound force exploded through the soles of the feet and legs, and was returned to them through the waist and arms. other side.

But when it fell into the eyes of the old man, he sneered: "I was amazed by your secret technique just now, but looking at it now, I am just amazed. The original ten percent of the power has been reduced to four parts. It seems that the strength has been increased, but in fact it is just There are just too many people but little power, it’s really putting the cart before the horse.”

"If the Sword Saint Yuan Baisheng is still alive, his secret skills will be easy to capture against the Japanese."

The two figures over there landed on the ground, took two steps back, and suddenly formed seals again. Their figures became blurry again, and each figure separated again. The two instantly became four people.

When Du Yichu realized the other party's intention, he wanted to find the real body of the Japanese, but the other party was extremely cunning and did not use force. He was mixed among the three clones and kept changing positions.

In an instant, one person faced two people, and the light and shadow of the three knives went back and forth crazily in the moonlight.

In an instant, there were hundreds of fights. Although each blow was not as fierce as the previous one, as the old man continued to receive blows, his physical strength was also reduced in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the fighting was fierce and the wind of swords roared. A large hole was opened in the earthen wall, which was affected and collapsed suddenly. An old tree with a crooked neck next to it was also changed beyond recognition by the vertical and horizontal sword energy among the five figures fighting.

The fighting was so intense that they fought all the way from the side door of the Buddhist temple to the courtyard in the middle of the temple. Du Yichu fought out from among the four figures and jumped onto the triangular incense burner. The four figures followed closely. Du Yichu stepped on the stove with his feet. Turning around and slashing, the four figures were separated in mid-air. The invisible sword energy instantly chopped the eaves on the opposite side into a mess, and the tiles shattered and flew around.

However, the Japanese assassin hit the old man on the wrist with his backhand, jumped up, caught the thin knife, and swooped down in mid-air with another figure. The two thin knives immediately collided with the ancient knife in the old man's hand.

What he did was to consume the old man's physical strength, force him to use secret techniques, and force the opponent's body to collapse.

The two figures on the other side moved almost at the same time and rushed towards him. One of them suddenly jumped into the air and threw a shuriken with a knife. The other assassin pushed the thin knife in his hand and flew to the old man, and with one strike, 'swish' With a slash, the old man strode forward with his feet left and right. The ancient sword "swish" missed the incoming shuriken a few times. He took advantage of the situation and slashed the sword blade towards the Japanese sword that was stabbing him. He used his wrists skillfully. , and the majestic internal force, he chopped off, turned, and flew away the Japanese sword that was thrust at him in one go.

The moment his thoughts flashed through his mind, he stopped the two Japanese swords he had chopped off, and placed his feet on the ground to release the force of the chop. Then he kicked off the ground with his feet, pushed forward, and pushed the two people opposite him away. .

"Ah!"

The old man stepped firmly on the incense burner with both feet, and the sword flew horizontally. His whole body and the heavy incense burner were rotated and lifted into the air. The ancient sword that was turned away caught the Japanese moves coming from all directions one by one. At almost the same moment, at his feet, With a sudden kick, he soared directly into the sky. The moment the incense burner hit the ground, Du Yichu fell from the sky in the night.

The ancient sword trembled loudly.

A majestic air wave, like a mountain falling, pressed the four figures below to the ground. The ground also cracked at this time, and the four figures were immediately pressed to the ground.

The figure descending from the sky slashed down angrily.

The surrounding roofs, eaves, walls, and the half-collapsed Buddhist temple all made a clanking noise under the pressure of this air wave. The next second, together with the four figures, they were all collapsed in an instant and stuck to the ground. ground.

The entire temple turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Among the four figures on the ground, three of them turned into nothingness and disappeared. The remaining figure suddenly turned into a puff of smoke when Du Yichu landed a knife.

By the time the trembling ancient sword cracked the ground, the Japanese assassin in the smoke had disappeared, leaving only a piece of wood rolling.

The ancient sword struck the ground with a loud bang, shaking the ruined temple again, and shaking sounds could be heard from half the mountainside.

Du Yichu gasped for air, looked at the log on the ground, and shouted: "Come out, little barbarian thief!"

This sword attack consumed almost half of his physical strength, but the power of this sword move was truly terrifying, especially the sword wind that arose around him after the force of the sword passed.

His sword skills are like this. He needs to continuously accumulate the sword's intention and power during the fight. After reaching the peak, he can then release the accumulated power in one breath. When he fought with the fierce general named Lu Bu from the Xia Kingdom, he could have been more violent, but the opponent's strength and speed were both fast and heavy. He was defeated by the opponent before his energy accumulation reached its peak.

But at the moment, although he didn't want to use his secret skill, when he used it, he felt a sense of pride that made Xiao Xiaomanyi feel more knowledgeable.

However, just as the smoke and dust filled the air, the huge ravine on the ground suddenly bulged out, and a figure burst out of the ground, and a hidden weapon came out from his right hand.

"Hidden weapons are of no use to me!"

Du Yichu also showed his ferocity. Just like before, he slashed out with a few swish swords and chopped off the flying shurikens. The next moment, when the blade touched the sixth hidden weapon, it turned out to be a wax pill. A cloud of blue smoke exploded.

The old man waved his palm and pushed it towards the smoke. The strong wind pushed the poisonous smoke away.

But in the blink of an eye, the old man frowned, gritted his teeth and groaned. He felt a dense tingling sensation in his palms. When he stopped his hand, he saw that the palms, wrists, and mouth were all covered with dense red blisters.

Whoosh whoosh—

Suddenly, several long shadows flew from the front through the moonlight, and the iron claws clasped the old man's shoulders, knees, calves, and waist ribs. On the opposite side, the Japanese assassin held the rope tightly with both hands, and the black scarf covering his face was here. It was half dyed red.

The old man's previous stabbing had obviously caused him considerable injuries.

Du Yichu endured the stinging pain in his left hand, raised his right arm and swung it open, disturbing the ropes on the hooks in front of him. He held it with one hand and pulled hard, and the Japanese assassin immediately slid towards the old man.

At this moment, the Japanese assassin's black scarf was lifted up by the wind, and he saw a small bamboo tube in his mouth.

'Whoosh' twice.

Two thin needles were instantly nailed to the old man's neck and chest. The Japanese assassin immediately let go of the rope, pulled out a 1-foot-5-inch dagger from behind and struck at the old man through the moonlight.

The wind blew against his face, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and black blood oozed from Du Yichu's mouth, nose, and eyes. He held a knife in one hand and a fist in the other. He shook violently, and his robes moved.

The assassin's pupils tightened, and he thrust the knife in front of him. A terrifying wave of air hit his face. His whole body seemed to have been hit by ten thousand horses, and he flew two feet backwards. Before he could stand still, the old man opposite him They have already come to kill them brazenly under the moonlight.

The assassin rushed forward, holding a dagger in his hand, and was hit into the night sky by the opponent's weapon. His hands were completely torn apart, but he still punched the old man's body with a punch. He was then shaken to the point of retreating involuntarily, spitting out a mouthful of blood again.

However, his feet were still retreating, and the old man on the opposite side was also moving forward. After picking out a knife, he slashed it down suddenly. The assassin reached the incense burner, flipped against the body of the burner and came to the back, and pushed the stone incense burner with one palm. Xiang Du Yichu, the blade slashed at the furnace body, splitting most of it, and was also hit by the stone furnace, knocking him back a few steps.

Du Yichu stumbled a few steps, stabilized his figure, and inserted the ancient knife in his hand into the ground with a bang. Black blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

The Japanese over there seemed to have noticed that the old man was exhausted, so he slowly walked over, holding his chest, picked up the left Japanese sword from the ground, and held a sword flower in his hand.

"Xia Guoren, if you were not so old, I would definitely not be your opponent!"

The assassin said weakly in Japanese, "Moreover, you are very arrogant... Now, you should pay a heavy price for your arrogance."

The drawn sword stopped, and the assassin dragged his scarred body to the old man's side and slowly raised his arm.

Du Yichu was already attacked by poisonous gas, and two acupuncture points were sealed by flying needles. Not only was it difficult to move, but his vision was also blurred.

This is good, it can be regarded as an ending for my life.

It's a pity that I couldn't kill this powerful assassin from Japan... It's a pity... I'm too old, why didn't I come out earlier.

"Haha!" Looking at the old man from Xia who was almost half-kneeling on the ground, the Japanese assassin squeezed out a hoarse laugh and slashed down with the raised blade.

boom!

In an instant, a figure rushed into the ruins of the temple. The steps he took suddenly kicked out, and the incomplete wall stuck with a few adobe bricks suddenly slashed across a distance of five or six feet. The blade that originally cut off instinctively slashed towards Amidst the debris of the broken wall, clods of earth, and stone debris, the rushing figure spoke with a loud, high-pitched voice.

"Lao Du, I'm here!"

The man rushed through the ruins, causing the ground to tremble with every step and sending smoke and dust flying, and he headed towards the Japanese who looked in shock.

With the momentum and vigor of his peak state, the attacker was approaching in the blink of an eye. The Japanese raised his sword and slashed out, but was blocked by the attacker with his bare hands. He directly blocked the blade with his fist of flesh and blood, and even wiped the edge of the knife even more domineeringly. , get close to each other.

The two people got close, and the Japanese assassin also saw the face of the other person. He was an old man with a white beard. His old face showed an indescribable angry look, and his rickety body was erupting with terrifying strength!

Take a step!

Punch out!

This is the most powerful punch anyone has ever received, the Mountain Splitting Style!

The unparalleled punch hit the Japanese body, and the force of the punch penetrated directly into the internal organs, and a fan-shaped wave of air was ejected from the ground behind him.

In an instant!

The Japanese assassin's eyes widened, and his body was instantly torn apart by this punch, with residual limbs and internal organs flying in the sky and scattered on the ground.

The Japanese sword flipped several times in mid-air and fell to the ground with a 'dang' sound.

The old man turned around and looked at Du Yichu, who was half-kneeling on the ground. He hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. When he saw the black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.

"Don't talk yet!"

He put a palm on Du Yichu's back to suppress the injury, and at the same time he groped in his belt with his other hand, took out a porcelain bottle, bit open the cork with his mouth, and poured it into Du Yichu's mouth.

(End of this chapter)