Iga Musashi retreated suddenly, not caring about continuing to chop the Vulcan cannon, and forcibly avoided the rain of money falling from the sky.
Iga Musashi quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, staring at Mr. Wuhen with all his attention, mentally prepared to evacuate at any time.
Even if he is in Japan, he has heard of Master Wuhen's reputation.
"Iga Musashi, the master of Japan, are you the only one to come to the Central Plains?" Mr. Wuhen asked slowly, holding a folding fan and speaking in a casual tone.
"Master Wuhen, we have no grievances in the past and no enmity in the recent days. Can you let me live?" Iga Musashi said.
"Since you are here, you should know the consequences of invading the Central Plains!"
Mr. Wuhen shook his head and said slowly: "I especially like the words of His Highness the Crown Prince. When you take up arms and step into the territory of the Ming Dynasty, you will become the enemy of the Ming Dynasty."
"When facing the enemy, we should kill them all like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!"
After saying this, a fierce killing intent locked onto Iga Musashi.
The terrifying artistic conception spread instantly and enveloped Iga Musashi.
In a daze, Iga Musashi felt that he had entered a strange world.
Surrounded by unremarkable farmland, an ordinary small village, with blue sky, white clouds, and green grass. Iga Musashi had seen this scene many times on the way when the Japanese army invaded the Central Plains.
Of course, the final result is naturally bloody and cruel.
"The famous Mr. Wuhen, your artistic conception is such an ordinary farmhouse?" Iga Musashi adjusted his breathing while making a sound to find the direction of Mr. Wuhen.
"After washing away all the brilliance, you will finally realize that the plainness is the truth."
An old voice came out from the house.
Iga Musashi drew his sword, exuding the aura of his own artistic conception, resisting the power of the surrounding artistic conception, stepped out, and rushed directly into the house.
There was a pavilion in the house, and there was only a white-haired old man playing chess with a concerned expression. He seemed to be distracted by the chess game and completely ignored Iga Musashi who rushed into the house.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
"Iga Ninpo·Ghost Sword·Slash!"
Iga Musashi didn't care who the old man was, he just waved his saber, and a strange black-purple sword energy came out, slashing towards the old man's head.
The old man did not dodge, he slowly picked up a sunspot and dropped it gently.
"Crack!"
The black chess piece fell, and the layout of the entire house moved strangely. A black-armored soldier suddenly stood up from the ground, pulled out a long knife, and split the sword energy with one blow.
The black armored soldier is covered in armor, his eyes are deep red, he wears a helmet and a mask, his face is invisible, his temperament is cold, and he does not look like a real person.
"Master Wuhen?"
Iga Musashi regained consciousness, stared at the old man, and shouted.
The old man slowly raised his head. He had white beard and white hair. He was clearly Mr. Wuhen, who was several times older.
"This is my former residence, and it is also the place where I and my beloved woman will spend our entire lives together."
"I have refined this place into a artistic conception, and want to be with her forever. However, everything is just an extravagant wish."
"You are the first guest here in so many years."
"The visitor is a guest. Today, I invite you to play chess to determine your life or death!"
"The black piece has fallen, white piece, please!"
As Master Wuhen finished speaking, a chessboard and a bowl of white stones appeared strangely in front of Iga Musashi.
"What if I don't want to get off?" Iga Musashi said coldly.
"Then please just go and die!" Mr. Wuhen said in a calm tone, full of natural meaning.
"boom!"
As Mr. Wuhen's words ended, the black-armored soldiers suddenly split into dozens of people, and they all stepped forward, holding weapons and aiming at Iga Musashi.
Iga Musashi's face changed slightly. He looked at the surrounding scene and thought about how to tear apart his artistic conception and escape.
After some hesitation, he decided to delay for a while to kill Mr. Wuhen's artistic conception.
Playing chess?
Death may not be certain.
After thinking this, Iga Musashi sat down, took out a white piece from the chess box, and dropped it on the chess board.
As the chess pieces fell, the white armored soldiers also emerged from the ground, confronting the black armored soldiers.
Young Master Wuhen lost another son, and all the black-armored soldiers who cloned him disappeared, and another black-armored soldier appeared, representing Heizi.
In this way, the black and white sides move back and forth.
In the empty house, many black and white soldiers gradually appeared.
The game between the two sides has begun.
…
Boundary mountain, peak cave.
The huge white tiger mechanism beast rushed into the cave with a tyrannical attitude.
Hundreds of men in black surrounded the White Tiger Machine Beast, with serious expressions on their faces, ready to take action at any time.
On top of the white tiger machine beast, one of the men also placed his palm on the attack button, preparing to start sweeping away these people.
The battle between the two sides was about to break out. At this moment, a slightly older voice sounded.
"stop!"
"Stop everything!"
An old man holding a cane walked out quickly.
He looked at the White Tiger Machine Beast with a look of obsession and surprise in his eyes, and murmured: "White Tiger Zero is actually White Tiger Zero. I thought that this Machine Beast had been lost as early as the Chu-Han struggle for hegemony...
…”
The man on top of the white tiger mechanism beast keenly noticed the special pattern on the old man's crutch. He nodded to the woman beside him.
The woman immediately understood, jumped up, and jumped off the White Tiger Machine Beast.
The people in black were startled, became nervous and protected the old man.
"It doesn't matter!"
The old man waved his hand to indicate that they should not be nervous.
"Who are you?"
"Why are there the machine beasts of my Mo family?"
The old man looked at the woman and asked.
"Old sir, may I ask who you are?" The woman did not answer, but asked instead.
"Benjie, the 19th generation successor of the Mo family's non-attack machine skills." The old man said slowly.
The woman smiled slightly and gently pulled the trouser leg on her left leg, revealing a mechanized prosthetic leg with a pattern of non-attack machine skills clearly engraved on it, indicating her identity.
"Are you also a disciple of the Mohist family?" Benjie looked surprised and a little excited. He didn't expect that besides their lineage, there were also descendants of the Mohist family's non-attacking mechanism skills?
The woman shook her head and said calmly: "Old sir, let me introduce myself. My name is Murong Fei. I come from the upper world and am a member of the Pioneer Sect. As for the non-attack machine skills you mentioned, in our upper world, they are just
A big branch of what we teach.”
"What?"
"Are you from the upper world?"
"Pioneer Cult?"
Benjie was stunned. This chapter has been completed!