“It’s okay, Zong Lang!” Tianshui Shengji stepped forward quickly, stretched out her hand to support the second in command of the Hidden Sword School in front of her, and said, “He has been away from the Hidden Sword School for so many years, and few people in the sect know him, so we don’t need to be afraid of him at all!”
“No, no, no! You don’t understand, Saint Princess!” Liu Sheng Zonglang stretched out his hand to push Tianshui Saint Princess, turned around in panic, leaned on the huge scroll, and said in a trembling voice: “The boss is willing to leave the Hidden Sword School and let me handle everything because he simply disdains those ant-like powers! With his terrifying power, as long as he wants, millions of Hidden Sword Schools will be destroyed at will, and I...”
The face of the Japanese tyrant Yagyu Muneaki suddenly showed an extremely self-deprecating look, and he laughed sadly and said: "I am just a chess piece in his hand. If he calls me, I will live, and if he waves me away, I will die!"
"No, Zonglang!" Shengji grabbed Liu Sheng Zonglang's shoulders and said solemnly: "Even if he is the boss, he is definitely not invincible. Don't forget his fatal weakness! Cheer up, we will definitely have a chance!"
"Chance?" Yagyu Muneiro sneered, "As long as he doesn't leave the Moon-Pointing Tower during the day, no one can do anything to him. Once it's night, he will be the great demon god that roams the world again! What's more, he has the Third Master guarding him. Where is the chance?"
"I wanted to use the power of all the Japanese to slay the dragon, hoping to use the power of dragon essence to break through the unprecedented flaming formlessness of my Red Fire Divine Art to deal with his Four Absolute Heavenly Masters. But what's the use of my little trick? He just came out for a short stroll at night and killed almost all the Japanese warriors. It was just a waste of effort!"
"Don't forget! There are still those people from the Central Plains!"
"A person from Central Plains?" Yagyu Muneaki looked doubtful.
Shengji looked straight into Liu Shengzong's eyes with sharp eyes, and said calmly: "According to the news from the Sixth Master, Zhao Dibing and Qianbei Buzui have joined forces to force back the Great Demon God!"
"What? How is that possible?" Yagyu Muneaki looked surprised.
"That's right!" Tianshui Shengji affirmed, "Qianbei Buzui is known as the best master in the Central Plains. His Xianmen sword technique can temporarily fight against the Great Demon God's Hun Tian Four Wonders. With Zhao Dibing's True Dragon Heaven Sword, if we can cooperate with them, we may be able to completely eradicate this scourge!"
After listening quietly to Tianshui Shengji's words, Yagyu Muneaki slowly walked out of the inner hall and gradually walked to the railing of the Xuanhua. Looking out from the top floor of the Xuanhua, the whole of Japan seemed to be crawling at his feet, with sporadic lights flickering in the deep night.
This is not an easy decision to make. To fight against a super powerful being like the Great Demon who is beyond imagination in the human world, one must have the courage to risk everything.
Yagyu Muneaki looked quietly at the city below his feet, letting the night wind blow across his body. The cool north wind brought up some of his body temperature, causing his already sad face to suddenly become slightly warm.
"Then... do it!"
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The Mountain Resort outside Edo Castle was the summer palace of successive emperors. It covers a large area with eighteen chess pavilions rising out of a pond and connected by stone bridges. Exotic flowers and trees grow against the pavilions, and under the winter sun, the scenery is beautiful and elegant, delicate and unrestrained, making it a great place to hold chess meetings.
It’s a pity that Zhou Yi and the other two are not in such a good mood now. The most seriously injured Shenwu Tanlang and the one with the lowest martial arts skills Tang Shangxin are still in a coma. As for Xue Qingcheng and Lian Jingshen, they are also seriously injured and it is unlikely that they can be relied upon in the short term.
Zhao Dibing shook his head helplessly and said, "I never expected that there would be such a strong man in this world. The 'Purple Dragon Qi that Dominates the World' that I attacked with all my strength was dispersed by his casual punch. It is really... unbelievably strong."
Ren Ya frowned slightly: "This person came to my Japanese imperial residence and killed countless people, but I don't know why? How strange!"
Zhou Yi said: "Could it be someone from the Hidden Sword School?"
"It shouldn't be!" Ren Ya waved her hand and said, "There are still many masters of the Hidden Sword School among the dead, especially Yamamoto Zang, who is only one step behind the leaders of the Hidden Sword School. Even if it's just a show, there's no need to destroy the Great Wall like this!"
"No!" Zhou Yi shook his head, thinking carefully about the arrogant and domineering peerless demon god at night, and then said: "How could such an arrogant person like him care about these details? But no matter who he is, I will make him pay double."
“Stop!” Zhao Dibing looked at Zhou Yi, who had a rare fierce look on his face, and said quickly: “Now is not the time to speculate. We still have two things to do. First, the Japanese imperial palace has been razed to the ground. The emperor Ren Ya is now almost in name only. If that great demon is really our opponent, we must contact the Hidden Sword School to have a chance of survival!”
"Secondly, their injuries have not healed yet and they cannot move rashly. Someone must stay here to take good care of them!"
"Third, the time of great fortune is approaching, and we must plan carefully to slay the dragon. Only with the help of the power of dragon essence can we be sure to completely deal with the great demon god!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yi and Ren Ya nodded at the same time. Emperor Bing of Zhao's idea was probably the only feasible plan at the moment.
"We are short of manpower right now, so we have no choice but to split into three groups!" Zhao Dibing said, "I will contact Guo Nuan and the others to prepare for Jingrui's dragon slaying. Qianbei, you go to Xuanhua and discuss cooperation with the Hidden Sword Stream. With your martial arts skills, you can retreat even if Yagyu Muneaki turns against you. As for Renya, I can only leave you here to look after them for the time being!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yi pondered for a long time before slowly nodding his head and saying, "This is the only solution for now! Let's set off without delay!"
After saying that, Zhou Yi stared intently in the direction where Tang Shangxin was, his eyes flickered slightly, then he picked up the Dielianhua, turned around and flew quickly into the surrounding dense forest.
Looking at Zhou Yi's departing back, Emperor Zhao Bing couldn't help but sigh and said, "It seems that Qianbei was really angry after being hurt this time... Alas!"
"Yes!" Ren Ya's pretty eyes suddenly dimmed, and she said slowly in an almost inaudible voice: "Will he risk his life so hard for me?"
Late at night, the stars are dim.
Hidden in the shade of dense woods, Zhou Yi tightly grasped the Dielian Flower in his hand. His legs never stopped as he ran hurriedly all the way with a solemn look on his face.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the top of a big tree not far away.
When the sound came, Zhou Yi immediately became alert, and his body moved suddenly, and Die Lianhua came out of its sheath. The bright sword reflected the moonlight, and immediately the treetops in front of him were clearly reflected.
Zhou Yi looked intently and saw a shabby young man in cloth and blue shirt lying on the treetop.
The young man looked to be no more than 27 or 28 years old, with a handsome appearance. There was a strange aura about him that even Zhou Yi couldn't understand, which made Zhou Yi secretly alert.
At this moment, the young man on the tree suddenly smiled, waved his right hand, and a shadow as big as a human head was thrown over from the tree with the sound of water.
When he took it with a frown, Zhou Yi discovered that this inexplicable "hidden weapon" was actually a gourd filled with half a pot of fine wine. At this moment, the cork was opened, and the wine in the pot was steaming, instantly filling the whole forest with the intoxicating aroma of wine.
"Hmm? This wine... ... what do you mean by this, brother?" (To be continued)