The nine people who suddenly blocked Qingdeng formed a thick human wall, blocking Qingdeng and Lu Xiu.
Whether it was the nine people blocking Qingdeng's path or the nine people blocking Qingdeng's back, they were all without exception - they all wore two swords, one long and one short, hanging on their waists.
Seeing this, Qingdeng's face darkened, his steps stopped, and the straw sandals on his feet wiped two white marks on the dusty ground.
After stabilizing his body, Qingdeng raised his left hand to steady the Ding Guishen on his left waist.
His eyes wandering from back to front, one by one, he glanced at the faces of the 18 warriors who were blocking him in this alley.
Qingdeng was not very familiar with this neighborhood. During the chase just now, he vaguely saw that this was a samurai area where warriors gathered. There were few people and it was quite deserted.
In Edo, many samurai settlements were sparsely populated.
Nearly 80% of the land in Edo is "samurai land" where only samurai can live, and "temple land" used only by religious people. The other 20% of the land is "machi land", which is used by common people.
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Samurai and religious people occupied most of the land in Edo, but their total population only accounted for 20% of the total population of Edo.
On the other hand, the common people, who account for more than 80% of the city's total population, can only live in narrow town areas...
Therefore, this created a consequence-the population distribution of Edo was extremely polarized.
Many samurai places are deserted every day, with very few people walking on the streets. But in the townspeople's place, they are bustling with traffic every day.
——Did you deliberately lead me here so that my companions lurking here can cover my departure...
Qingden raised his eyebrows and looked beyond the wall of people blocking him in front of him, looking at the figure in the distance with a beard that had shrunk to the size of a thumb and was about to disappear from the field of vision.
When Qingdeng looked over, the bearded man also happened to turn his head and look over.
Qingdeng saw the bearded man showing an expression of rejoicing that he had survived the disaster, and a smile that seemed to be mocking Qingdeng.
At this time, Qingdeng suddenly heard a shout from the wall of people in front of him:
"Hey! Be careful! This person is that Tachibana Aoden!"
This simple shout... caused the atmosphere in the alley to change immediately.
Many people's faces suddenly changed, with strong anger and hatred etched on their faces.
Seeing these people's reactions, Qingdeng's eyes narrowed slightly.
After learning that he was Tachibana Aoto, his expression suddenly changed as if he were facing a formidable enemy... In Aoto's impression, there was only one group in Edo that had a deep quarrel with him.
"...Hey, are you from the anti-barbarian group?"
Qingdeng's tone was calm, and his indifferent attitude contained a strong chill.
No one responded directly to Qingdeng's question...because they are all busy with "internal fighting" now.
"Hey! Calm down, everyone!"
"That's right! Don't be ridiculous! We are just here to cover Funachi and his evacuation! We are not here to kill people! Don't act without authorization! As long as we can force Tachibana Aoto to leave and stop chasing Funachi!"
"Huh? What do you mean? Do you want us to just let this national traitor leave completely?"
"Hey! He's alone now! This is a great opportunity to kill him and avenge his friends who died because of this beast!"
"Yes! This guy is alone now! There is no better opportunity for revenge than this!"
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The 18 warriors blocking the front and back roads of Qingdeng were divided into two distinct factions.
One group advocates not to have a strong conflict with Qingteng at the moment. They are only here to prevent Qingteng from pursuing Funachi and not to do unnecessary things.
Qingdeng guessed that "Chunba" was the name or nickname of the bearded man.
The other faction advocates that Qing Deng, who is alone, should be eliminated now and then hurry up.
Their "infighting" did not last long.
Because in the midst of this chaos, a warrior behind Qingden suddenly roared.
This warrior has been glaring at Qingden with eyes full of hatred since he just woke up.
When he heard some of his companions saying things like "We are not here to kill people" and "As long as we can force him to leave," a look of impatience began to appear on his face.
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Impatience, resentment, hatred... when these emotions are accumulated to their peak, they immediately erupt out like lava bursting from the crater of a volcano.
He was emotionally out of control and didn't want to listen to any more nonsense from other people.
He pulled out the knife from his waist, and while roaring, he raised the knife and rushed straight towards Qingdeng!
Qingden turned his head slightly and looked at the warrior rushing towards him from the corner of his right eye.
In the next moment, the person who was staring at Qingdeng saw an incredible scene - a silver snake emerged from Qingdeng's left waist.
Qingden quickly used his left hand to open the sheath of Ding Guishen, and with his left foot as the axis, he rotated 180 degrees backwards like a top. With the potential energy of the rotation, he drew the sword out of its sheath with his right hand! The white blade that popped out of the sheath was like a
A silver snake!
Ding Guishen's blade swept behind him and slashed the warrior's neck, making a "cheep" sound... This sound was enough to make any timid person tremble.
Under the scorching summer sun, the blade reflected the cold light, slicing flesh and breaking bones. A big head flew out under the influence of inertia, hit the wall on the east side of the alley heavily, and then hit the wall again.
It bounced back and rolled down to Qingdeng's feet.
Blood spurted out from the warrior's broken neck like a fountain.
A few drops of blood splashed on Qingdeng's face, including the eyelids, the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth, etc... Qingdeng didn't even blink.
Since time traveling, he has defeated countless enemies and has long been accustomed to seeing blood and death.
Qingdeng didn't just stay there in a daze, doing nothing.
After these 18 warriors appeared, he began to silently and visually measure the distance between himself and these people, and calculated how he should fight back after these people attacked him, who should be killed first, and how each person should be attacked.
How to cut it most smoothly.
In a nutshell - after these 18 warriors who knew they were coming with bad intentions appeared, Qingden tensed up his nerves and was always ready to face the enemy!
This was the first time Qingdeng faced so many enemies alone.
Looking back on the past, Qingden was surrounded by companions who could help him in almost every battle.
During the chaotic battle on the snowy night, Saito and Anthony's guards were by his side.
Saito, Nagakura and the others were all there when they rescued the Tibetan Book Transfer Station.
Without any comrades, he single-handedly faced nearly twenty samurai... This was indeed Qingden's first time.
But Qingdeng didn't feel uneasy or afraid about this.
It would be better to say... Qingden is still very motivated now!
The martial arts skills that he has never slackened in training and the extremely rich types of talents in his personal system interface have given Qingden the confidence to accept any difficult and dangerous challenges!
It just so happens that we can take this opportunity to see the power of "Gathering God"... Qingdeng said in his heart.
After copying the god-level talent: "Gathering God" from Eijiro Chiba, Aomori never found an opportunity to properly test the effect of this new talent.
The kind of sparring in the dojo where one wears protective gear, holds a bamboo sword, and has no danger of life at all, cannot fully unleash the potential and power of this talent.
And now - this opportunity has come!
The sudden attack by the warrior just now and Qingden's lightning-like counterattack were like a boulder thrown into the calm lake water, causing thousands of waves... Those who just advocated "Killing Qingden now",
They all turned into "wild horses running wild".
They roared like wild beasts and attacked Qingdeng in groups!
There were 12 people in total who attacked Qingdeng.
The remaining five people who did not immediately attack Qingdeng together were the ones who had just advocated "not to have a head-on conflict with Qingdeng now."
These five "peace factions" are neither advancing nor retreating. They are looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
Three of them gritted their teeth, pulled out their knives, and charged Qingdeng.
The other two people were still standing there, hesitating.
"ah--!"
The first person who rushed to Qingden had a sharp voice, and his roar sounded quite harsh.
While he was shouting and slashing at Qingdeng with his knife, he shouted "You beast!".
Qingdeng turned a deaf ear to his insults.
Qingdeng glanced at the path of the man's sword, stood with his legs spread apart, and while sidestepping to avoid the man's chop, he clenched his left hand into a fist and slashed straight at the opponent's right wrist holding the sword.
At this moment, the knife in this man's hand fell to the ground with a clang.
After removing the guy's weapon with one blow, Qing Deng waved his hand to calm the ghosts and gods, and wiped it on the man's neck...a new "fountain" that spurted out blood appeared.
"The second one..."
Qingden didn't look at the appearance of the enemy whose neck he had wiped. After quietly recording the number of enemies he killed in an indifferent tone, he took back the Dingguishen and adjusted the blade.
direction, and then used the cassock slash towards the next enemy.
Puchichichichi... the sound of blood splattering.
Click, click, click… the sound of flesh and bones being chopped off.
These two sounds mixed together, announcing the loss of another life - Qingdeng's cassock chop, leaving another broken corpse on the ground in this alley.
"The third one..."
In the blink of an eye, Qingdeng had killed two people in a row.
Qingdeng now feels that he has entered a... very strange state.
He was so focused that he felt a little scary.
His eyes, ears, nose... in short, all his senses can no longer pay attention to other things in the outside world.
He only sees the enemies around him.
In his ears, he could only hear the footsteps, roars and the sound of the dancing blades of the enemies.
My head is so clear...it feels like I have stuffed a lot of peppermint candies into my head.
The high degree of mental concentration greatly improved Qingdeng's reaction ability and thinking speed!
——So strong!
Feeling the change in his mental state, Qingden couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
He began to understand more and more why Chiba Eijiro was able to impress masters from all walks of life with his overwhelming strength at such a young age.
The strength of this "Gathering God"...is no worse than the talents of "Gu Gu" and "Ghost Heart"!
Sure enough, only in this kind of life-and-death battle, where one dares not be careless at all, can the power of "Gathering God" be fully unleashed.
Qingdeng is now extremely convinced that with "Ju Shen" in his body, his overall strength has reached a new breakthrough compared to the past!
At this moment, Qingdeng's various boosting effects are almost full.
The greater the number of enemies and the stronger the enemy's strength, the more they can ignite their fighting spirit and be "lonely" who can exert their own strength beyond normal.
It is far easier than ordinary people to concentrate and concentrate, and can maintain a state of "extremely high concentration" for a long time.
With the blessing of these abnormal talents, Qingdeng is now like an extremely efficient "killing machine", constantly swinging his knife to harvest the lives of every enemy around him.
Because the effect of "Gathering Gods" was far more powerful than he expected, Qingdeng, who was not timid because of the enemy's absolute numerical superiority, became even more bold and fearless!
The enemies were attacking from both directions, so in order to avoid being attacked from both sides, Qingden leaned against the wall on the east side of the alley to ensure that he could only face the enemy from one side.
This alley is neither wide nor narrow, and the widest point is only enough for three adults to pass side by side. This small and spacious terrain is very beneficial to Qingdeng, and it is difficult for the enemy to take advantage of their numerical advantage.
After Qingdeng faced the enemy with his back against the wall, the narrow alleyway could only accommodate up to three people to attack Qingdeng at the same time.
call!
The enemy standing on the right side of Qingdeng raised his sword and struck at it, the blade making a sound in the wind.
Qingdeng lowered his stance and raised Ding Guishen upwards with force, used the back of the knife to deflect the incoming knife, then lowered his waist, gathered strength, and finally struck hard from top to bottom.
This period of "defense and counterattack" was completed in one go. The blade of the blade was embedded in the side of the man's neck, and the feeling of cutting flesh and bones was continuously transmitted along the blade and handle into Qingdeng's hands.
Poof... a handful of blood spurted out from the severed artery in the man's neck, pouring all over Qingdeng's body.
"The fourth one..."
Buzz... Qingden heard the sound of a knife being swung in the blind spot of his vision.
"Gathering God" and "Perceiver of Wind" have a linkage effect!
Qingdeng's hearing became sharper due to his high concentration of attention.
Hearing Qingdeng's argument, he stood half a step sideways to avoid the knife. The blow came from the blind spot of his vision and only hit the air beside Qingdeng.
Qingdeng did not swing his sword to fight back against the man who sneaked up on him.
This guy was standing on the left side of Qingdeng... His position made Qingdeng think of a better and faster countermeasure.
Qingdeng freed his left hand, pressed the sheath of Ding Guishen's sword with his left hand, and pressed the sheath downwards.
As the mouth of the sheath was lowered, under the influence of leverage, the bottom of the sheath was raised high, hitting the crotch of the enemy who had just sneak-attacked Qingdeng.
This man felt as if his lower body had been hit by an express carriage.
His eyes bulged, his head jerked forward, and the blood on his face quickly faded at an alarming speed.
Hearing a "clang" sound, he could no longer hold the knife firmly with both hands. The knife fell to the ground, and his freed hands stretched down to the part where it was hit.
Foam was already flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he kept moaning "ho ho ho" without any specific meaning, his throat gurgled, and he was gagging.
In order to relieve his pain as much as possible, he knelt down unconsciously and tried to lie forward on the ground to make himself feel better.
"The fifth one..."
The senses that had become unprecedentedly sharp due to the "gathering of the gods" sensed danger again.
Qingneng was convinced that danger was coming. He quickly took half a step back and used his back to find the wall of the alley. A sharp blade pierced past his lower abdomen and cut through the kimono fabric on Qingneng's abdomen. Qingneng
My stomach felt the coldness of the blade.
Qingden's eyes narrowed, and his counterattack followed closely after dodging——
clang!
Qingdeng used a vertical chop to knock down the knife, which was almost touching his lower abdomen.
This enemy whose sword was shot down by Qingden still has a strong will to fight.
Even though he had no weapon, he still screamed and lunged forward desperately, hugging Qingdeng's waist.
Qingdeng let him hug him, his waist sank, he inserted his arms into the opponent's armpits, and threw him out with all his strength.
This guy is very thin and weighs very little, which is the fundamental reason why Qingden dared to let him hug him.
The skinny man was thrown two meters away, and the back of his head hit the ground. He lay straight on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
"The 6th..."
Qingteng, who believed in the principle of "killing the enemy if he is the enemy", neither felt ashamed nor felt cruel about the fact that "he was constantly taking the lives of others."
As long as they are enemies, no matter how many people there are or how old they are, they can all be killed!
Qingdeng raised the knife in his hand and killed him with one knife. At this time, his whole body was covered in blood.
His knife, his face, and the clothes on his body were all stained with flowers of blood.
The blood dripping from the enemy's corpse mixed with the soil on the ground, turning the ground under Qingden's feet into a strange purple-black color.
The two "Zhuhe Faction" who did not attack Qingdeng and were still standing there hesitantly looked at Qingdeng with horrified expressions as he was killing Qingdeng like the incarnation of the God of Death.
The two of them glanced at the corpses on the ground and the surviving friends, then gritted their teeth as if they had made up their minds, exchanged something with each other in a low voice, and then ran out of the alley...
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The vacancies created after Qingden defeated the enemies were quickly filled by new enemies.
A new attack is coming.
This time, three knives were struck from three directions at the same time, striking Qingdeng in three different directions.
An older middle-aged man on the left raised his sword high and used his upper right hand to slash with his cassock.
The young man in the middle thrust his sword forward and stabbed Qingdeng in the chest.
The short man on the right picked the lower part and pointed the blade towards Qingdeng's lower body.
Qingdeng quickly swept his eyes and clearly saw the sword path of these three attacks, and then in the next moment, he thought of a strategy to defeat the enemy.
This feeling of thinking becoming unprecedentedly agile under a high degree of mental concentration is really addictive.
Qingdeng took a step to the right, dodging the stabbing blow of the young man in the middle, and at the same time swung his sword to block the cassock slash of the middle-aged man on the left.
Immediately afterwards, his body and hands tilted to the right and crashed into the arms of the dwarf on the right, causing the dwarf's upper body to miss.
Someone groaned:
"Uh! Uh!"
It turned out that when Qingdeng ran into the short man's arms, he freed his left hand to pull out the wakizashi that was still hanging on his left waist, pushed the wakizashi into the short man's belly, and stirred it hard a few times.
The dwarf staggered forward and fell forward after vomiting a large amount of blood.
The light of the sword flashed - after stabbing the dwarf, Qingdeng directly left the wakizashi in his body, used his left foot as an axis to spin his body and the Dingkishin in his hand, and the retracted Dingkishin blade made a "buzz" sound and swung towards the one in the middle.
Young man's cheeks.
The young man whose brains were chopped out didn't even have time to scream and collapsed to the ground. His body happened to be stacked with the dwarf who had just fallen to the ground.
Qingdeng's offensive didn't stop. In the blink of an eye, he pounced on the middle-aged man on his left. The middle-aged man hurriedly raised his knife to defend. As soon as the middle-aged man raised the knife, only half of the flesh on his waist was still connected. He was vomiting.
After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his head and hands hung down feebly. His feet supported his body, which was rapidly losing its vitality. He walked crookedly forward for two steps before slowly falling to the ground.
"The 7th, the 8th, the 9th..."
Qingdeng, whose body was covered in blood, opened his mouth slightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then quietly rested the Ding Guishen in front of him.
His sharp wolf-like eyes swept across the faces of each remaining enemy along the blade.
No one dares to do it again...
The remaining seven enemies who were still standing surrounded Qingto in a semicircular formation.
Even though Qingdeng was being surrounded, they still maintained their numerical advantage, but no one dared to attack again.
You look at me, I look at you...neither attack nor retreat.
There were only 18 of them in total, and now half of their companions had fallen into Qingdeng's hands... Such huge casualties cast a shadow called "fear" on their faces.
Those who just shouted "Kill Qingdeng now and take revenge" have now become much "calmer" and no longer so angry.
The situation on the battlefield suddenly became strange.
The remaining enemies were obviously frightened by Qingdeng's fierce strength, and they did not dare to approach Qingdeng rashly again.
But the fluke mentality of "What if I can kill Qingdeng?" and the self-esteem of "not wanting to run away" made them not want to just retreat...
In this weird atmosphere of hesitation... someone finally made it.
"Mr. Orange!"
A shout like thunder on the ground exploded from the entrance to the east side of the alley.
Hearing this shout, Qingdeng, who had always been expressionless, had a faint smile on his face.
Nagakura, who finally caught up, could smell the strong smell of blood before he entered the alley.
Without any words or thinking - Nagakura's face sank, he drew the knife in his hand and rushed into the alley!
After finding Qingdeng in the alley, he rushed towards the enemies still surrounding Qingdeng without any hesitation.
The first target Nagakura found was the short, thin, ugly man closest to him.
He raised the knife, made a sharp sound of Qi, and slashed the knife down - Nagakura's movements were fast, powerful, and full of momentum.
The short man subconsciously raised his knife to defend himself.
At this time, a companion with good eyesight beside him could tell which style of swordsmanship Nagakura was using.
"Shinto Wu Nian-ryu...! Don't take his sword!"
This person’s reminder was still half a step too late…
After Nagakura's blade and Aojiazi's blade collided in mid-air, Aojiazi could only hold on for less than a second before his sword was shot down because it was unable to withstand Nagakura's huge force.
After knocking down Gaozhizi's sword, Nagakura's blade retained its power and was deeply embedded in Gaozhizi's forehead.
Schools such as Shinto Muken-ryu and Shinto Muken-ryu that have a full "power" attribute should try to avoid hitting their swords forcefully... This is also a common sense in the swordsmanship community.
Qingdeng has always felt that heavy weapons such as axes and mallets might be more suitable for Nagacang.
Nagakura's sudden attack completely destroyed the enemy's last psychological defense line.
Just one Qingdeng defeated them to a pulp, and now here comes another person whose swordsmanship is obviously very strong...
These people who did not have the courage to fight Qingdeng and Nagacang began to retreat hastily towards the entrance to the west side of the alley!
Seeing that these people wanted to escape, Qingden quickly shouted to Nagakura: "Leave them! Don't let them escape! Try to capture as many of them alive as possible!"
If they were allowed to escape and failed to capture a few people alive to gather information, then Qingdeng's battle just now would have been in vain.
No matter what, at least one person must be caught alive to obtain information - Qingdeng had firmly decided on this idea.
Nagakura nodded vigorously silently, and chased after the fleeing enemy together with Qingteng.
But just then——
Whizzing!
Two sharp sounds piercing the air made Qingden's scalp suddenly feel cold.
"Get away!" Qingdeng pushed Nagakura by his side hard, pushed Nagakura, and jumped to the back of a nearby garbage pile with him.
The moment the two men dodged, two arrows flew out of the air and passed straight in the direction where Qingto and Nagakura were standing just now.
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