It was evening now, and smoke was rising from the camps of Fuso.
It's almost time for dinner.
After finishing today's martial arts training, Koizumi Rishin quietly climbed onto a house behind the camp, holding a grass ring, and lay on the roof, staring blankly in the direction of Fuso.
Koizumi Rishin is eighteen years old this year.
At the beginning of this year, he and his beloved Emiko secretly got married.
Unfortunately, lovers can never be together. On the day he eloped with Emiko, he was discovered by Emiko's rich father.
Emiko was captured and he was sold as a slave to the Fuso Daipai Emperor's Palace.
At that time, the Lord of the Emperor's Palace, Miyamoto Ichima, and Musashi God were planning to attack the Central Plains.
The strong and healthy Koizumi Rishin was pulled into this army and became a slave soldier.
After arriving in the Central Plains, in order to motivate them to kill the enemies, the higher-ups promised them that killing the enemies could be exchanged for money and freedom.
So, in order to regain his freedom and become a superior person, Koizumi Rishin began his brutal plunder.
He killed a total of seven Central Plains men and captured thirteen Central Plains women.
Thanks to this merit, he has now regained his freedom and become a glorious Fuso samurai.
Although there was a big change in his status, Koizumi Rishin could not be happy.
Because he found that more and more of his colleagues were dying.
Every time we fight with the people from the Central Plains, a large number of people die.
Those people might have been chatting with him about the cherry blossoms in their hometown the day before, but they passed away within a day.
He didn't know when he would die, die in this continent that he would never reach the end of.
So, he started coming here every day, not knowing when it started.
It was high enough here, and although he couldn't see Fuso, he looked in that direction and seemed to be able to see his Emiko.
Bang Bang Bang…
The gong sounds.
It’s time for dinner.
Gurgle!
Feeling hungry, Koizumi Rishin turned around and wanted to climb down to have dinner.
"What?"
When he turned around, he was stunned by what he saw.
He actually saw a person flying in the sky.
"Baga!"
He had seen the adults in the Emperor's Palace flying into the sky.
He also saw the god he respected, Miyamoto Ichima, flying in the sky.
So, he knew that it was the god from Central Plains who came to attack.
He was no stranger to this kind of scene.
Some time ago, he saw an old immortal with a white beard flying to Hongyang Pass with a sword on his back to fight with their gods.
He immediately stood up and cursed, shouting, "Enemy attack!"
Unfortunately, his shouting was of no use.
Yanxiong is not Chonghe.
Chonghe would talk about morality, but he wouldn't.
He never thought that killing ordinary people was unjust.
What the hell is benevolence and righteousness
He never believed in it.
Therefore, he would not stand in the air and wait for the Fuso master to react.
“Enjoy yourself!”
He threw his hand, and the shadow stone activated by his internal force flew into the sky, illuminating him and the ground.
Then he moved his palms.
Boom!
Dark clouds instantly covered the entire east side of Hongyang Pass.
He pressed his palm.
The black cloud instantly condensed into a huge palm and pressed down.
"Baga!"
"Central Plains people, how dare you!"
"Asshole! Kill him!"
…
More than a dozen powerful auras rushed out from the palace on the ground, and sword lights, knife lights, fists, and palm powers all attacked Yan Xiong in the sky.
“Too late!”
Yan Xiong laughed.
boom!
The giant palm pressed down in an instant.
At this moment, in the eyes of countless Fuso people, the sky seemed to have fallen.
The two camps to the east of Hongri City were instantly shrouded in dark clouds.
Boom!
Ahhh…
Countless screams were heard, and blood mist rose along with the smoke and dust after the collapsed houses.
One palm.
Two camps accommodating thousands of people were shattered in an instant.
Countless people were turned into corpses without even being able to react under that palm.
The blood dyed the entire east side of Hongyang Pass red.
"Ah! People from the Central Plains, you are looking for death!"
Among the dozen or so people who flew towards Yan Xiong, someone let out an angry roar.
At this time, the dozen or so finally approached Yan Xiong.
Faced with these attacks, Yan Xiong naturally did not dare to resist.
These dozen people are all fourth-grade.
One or two he might be able to resist.
There were more than a dozen people, not to mention him, even a third-rank official had to give way.
So, when the attack was about to happen, the wind rose under his feet, and he pulled up the shadow stone in the air and fled directly out of the city.
"Chase!"
“He must be killed!”
"Yes! If Lord Miyamoto comes back and sees this scene, he will definitely not let us go and will kill this Central Plains man!
Do you want to bring back his head to commemorate your dead disciples?"
…
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
More than a dozen figures chased after Yan Xiong without any hesitation.
"Chasing me?"
When Yan Xiong saw more than a dozen people chasing after him, he was not surprised but happy.
To be honest, he possesses the peerless lightness skill of Wind God Leg, and he has never seen anyone whose lightness skill is better than his!
Therefore, these guys are just asking for trouble by chasing him!
It just so happened that he had only destroyed one of the four camps in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest of Hongyang Pass, and he thought he would have no chance to destroy another one!
whoosh!
With the idea of luring these guys out and then coming back to destroy a camp, Yan Xiong unconsciously slowed down his speed a little.
Five minutes later.
"Zhongyuan dog! Die!"
A Fuso swordsman with the best light skills was already very close to Yan Xiong. He suddenly drew his sword, and the huge sword light flashed across the sky and slashed straight at Yan Xiong.
Yan Xiong looked around and found that he was quite far away from Hongyang Pass.
So he accelerated suddenly.
boom!
The blade chopped down from where he was just now, directly cutting off a hill below.
"Zhongyuan dog, if you have the guts, don't run back and fight me for three hundred rounds!"
The Fuso swordsman cursed angrily.
Yan Xiong ignored him and saw a cliff in front of him, so he went down directly.
Then he went into the dense forest.
"He's gone into the woods, chase him!"
Seeing this, more than a dozen Fuso masters immediately followed suit and fell down.
Half a day later, several people rose into the sky with ugly faces.
"This cunning Central Plains man escaped!"
"Next time I meet him, I will chop off his head and use it as a wine jug!"
…
The group hurried back to Hongyang Pass with gloomy faces.
"Asshole!"
"Central Plains people! How dare you!"
"Bagaya Deer!"
…
As soon as they approached Hongyang Pass, they immediately saw a scene that made them furious.
Yan Xiong kicked out from the sky above Hongyang Pass.
As he kicked out, an enormous tornado vortex suddenly rolled towards the city.
Wherever the tornado vortex passed, houses collapsed, walls fell down, and countless ordinary Fuso disciples were sucked into the vortex with screams.
Anyone caught up in it could not last two breaths before being cut into pieces by the wind blades, and blood flew everywhere in an instant.
In just a few breaths, the entire dark tornado vortex turned into a blood-red vortex.
The still spinning tornado vortex continued to be like hell at this moment.
No, it's worse than hell.
It is made up of human remains.
"Ah... Central Plains people, I'm going to kill you!"
A dozen Fuso masters first felt their scalps tingling, then they felt angry and hateful!