Master Xiaotian was already stupid, Yuanshan City was completely destroyed, and the doubts and worries in his heart disappeared along with Yuanshan City.
"Master uncle! Master uncle is good at swordsmanship!"
Now he screamed without any pressure! He even ran out of the rocky mountain, fearing that Ji Xiang would be left here. Now, regardless of whether this young man in black is the real uncle, he just yelled at this cultivator.
Not a single word is worth it!
What a power this is!
Although this blow should have been swung by that massive sword, first of all, if you want to get this divine sword, you must defeat a fake immortal level figure, which is impossible for most people.
.When Yuanshan City was still garrisoned by the Ming army, the old fake immortal dragged his decayed and old body and took action once, almost shaking the Ming Dynasty's national prestige in Yuanshan City.
And that old Japanese fake immortal divided his own cultivation into three parts and handed them over to Japanese control, and selected the loyal swordsman Yagyu Munenomi as the main inheritor. This was an absolutely correct choice.
If nothing else happens, in the near future, when Yagyu Munenomi grows old, he will also become a fake immortal and live hundreds of years later to exist as the foundation of the new era.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs. An accident is called an accident because it comes without any warning. Even if there is a magic to predict good or bad luck, it is inevitable that the horse will stumble and end up in the gutter.
We are all people who are fighting in front of the gate of hell. Now that we have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, we must be prepared for death and death at any time!
The little Tianshi stumbled and ran towards Yuanshan City. He knew that his uncle should be "cleaning the battlefield" now!
And for the little Heavenly Master, there is also a person who will be willing to die only when he sees it with his own eyes!
...
Painful moans came out of Shimazu Yoshihiro's mouth unconsciously. His armor was shattered, and he was shirtless, even his lower body. The clothes on his body had turned into strips of cloth and scraps, and his hair was disheveled and stained with blood.
With mud and dust smeared on his face, he struggled to get up from the ground, half-bent on his knees, holding the broken sword, and felt a sharp pain like burning in his lungs, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Bagya Road!"
When people are extremely angry, they will shout loudly to vent their emotions, but Shimazu Yoshihiro found that his own voice was so weak and hoarse. He grabbed his throat and his face turned the color of pig liver.
.
After a person's throat is injured by a strong external force, the vocal cords rupture and bleed, and the sound made is like trying to tear the trachea. Blood flowed out of Shimazu Yoshihiro's mouth uncontrollably. He looked around and saw several people fighting with him.
All the regiment commanders fell to the ground, motionless.
He is probably dead.
"Hehehe...."
Making a sound meant spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Shimazu Yoshihiro murmured to himself like he was mocking himself:
"I never thought that my overlord of Kyushu would be in this situation."
He looked miserable as he looked at Wonsan Castle in ruins in the distance.
The mood changed several times in a short period of time.
Miserable, sad, angry, furious, wailing and crying, and finally gasping for air hysterically, like a person who has been drowned for a long time and returns to land.
The lung has been ruptured, so breathing is difficult!
"Oh, there are still people alive. Being able to survive this sword shows your own importance."
"You should be a certain army commander... hmm? Shimazu Yoshihiro? What a big fish! Are you the general in charge of the east?"
Shimazu Yoshihiro saw the Taoist priest in black approaching him in front of him. He seemed to know him?
"We haven't met, have we?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Indeed, today is the first time we meet." Ji Xiang also responded politely.
"Should I say good night or just keep walking? How about surrendering? I guarantee you'll live a long time."
After Ji Xiang read the description of the blank divine card, the hostility from the other party reached an extreme peak in an instant. This made Ji Xiang not even have to ask the other party's name, because everything about the other party had been exposed.
"The overlord of Kyushu will never surrender to the people of the Ming Kingdom..."
Shimazu Yoshihiro had no time to think about why the other party could understand what he was saying, and why he could also understand what the other party was saying. At least in the current dangerous situation, these were unimportant details.
It must be some kind of little magic spell by the other party, it's not surprising.
"Overlord of Kyushu? You are talking about Kyushu Island... I was shocked. I thought you were going to be the overlord of Kyushu here."
"Hehehe... I had this hope, but unfortunately it didn't succeed."
"If you don't surrender, do you still want to commit suicide in front of me? Yuanshan City has been destroyed, and this place has been obtained by us. In other words, this place is no longer important. Surrender, and you can have a decent second half of your life by surrendering.
Maybe because of his good attitude, he was exempted from the death penalty."
"unimportant?"
Shimazu Yoshihiro grinded his teeth and spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm:
"This strategic location has just been wiped off the map, but it doesn't matter. As long as we have manpower and reinforcements, we can take it back again!"
"It's not because there is a city here that it's important. It's precisely because it's important here that there's a city!"
"You know, I fought a battle in Sichuan City in North Korea in October two years ago. The Ming army leader in that battle was Dong Yiyuan. At that time, we were defeated and several generals died in succession.
, I only led a hundred people to retreat to the inner city, and you used various cannons to bombard us."
"But in the end, it was me, with a dozen people, who attacked your arsenal and killed 20,000 of you!"
"Later, I chopped off the heads of your soldiers' corpses and cut off all their noses. I originally wanted to take all these trophies away. When I go back, these will be my martial arts and medals!"
"It's just a pity that I can't go back."
He vomited blood every time he said a word and looked at Ji Xiang with provocative eyes.
It is impossible to escape at this time. Surrendering will only cause greater torture, so the only way is to anger the person in front of you and let the other person kill you here. This is your best destination and the best ending. And if
If I'm lucky, I wish Nian might be able to return to the country. If it's fast, it'll only take a few years, if not, it'll be decades. Maybe I can be reincarnated.
Come on, be angry and kill me!
Not only did Shimazu Yoshihiro think so, he even wanted to shout out!
"Don't you want revenge!"
"Come! Come and kill me..."
"Kill...me."
"?"
Ji Xiang's face was expressionless, and Shimazu Yoshihiro was puzzled: "Aren't you angry?"
"Although you fought well, after the battle, cutting off the head of the corpse and cutting off the nose of the corpse will only prove your incompetence. For a person who can only show off his power and rage against corpses, I
There is no need to be angry."
Ji Xiang said lightly: "And this just shows that you were beaten very badly at that time, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry, or even angry from shame."
"What did you say!"
Shimazu Yoshihiro suddenly became furious, but then his lungs ruptured again, his face kept changing, and it became difficult to breathe.
"Okay, okay! Let me tell you, after that, I will massacre more than 10,000 people near Sichuan, ah... in short, I guess your Ming Kingdom's logistics are also among them.
Soldier!"
"Aren't you angry yet? Don't you want to avenge them?"
Ji Xiang chuckled: "Revenge will have to wait until I send you to the guillotine. I will take it naturally at that time, and show it to everyone in the world, so that your name can be passed down through the ages and be reviled by all generations. This is probably a good thing."
"You, you!"
Shimazu Yoshihiro felt a suffocation in his chest that could not be released. He thought for a while and began to move as hard as he could and adjust his breathing.
His eyes gradually became sharper, but his head was lowered.
"I, I surrender."
Surrender is of course impossible.
But now that the matter has come to this, claiming surrender will actually make the other party relax their vigilance. As long as the other party comes close, he will chop off his head with a knife...!
That's right, chop off your own head!
Of course, killing the opponent is like hitting a stone with an egg, but it is different to kill yourself. After successfully completing your suicide goal, all you have to wait for is reincarnation...
"Certainly."
These were the last words Shimazu Yoshihiro heard.
Immediately afterwards, he stopped moving and stopped thinking.
Then, white smoke enveloped him, and a god was stripped from his body, losing the power of the gods. The image of ghosts and gods gradually emerged, but was suppressed by the demonic energy in Ji Xiang's hands, and then surrendered.
"Jiujiunengzhi Shen, who is in charge of the harvest of crops, no wonder you don't go to the front line to fight. It is really the right choice to attack here in advance. If you run away, doesn't it mean that the logistics are not interrupted?"
"And... your ancestors were from the ferry."
Ji Xiang looked at Shimazu Yoshihiro, who was immobilized by the immobilizing magic power. The inner scene of the magic tablet showed some information about him. It mentioned "his ancestor, the Qin family", but there was a question mark at the end.
The ferry people refer to the people who migrated to Japan from China and Korea during the Qin and Han Dynasties. Xu Fu's three thousand boys and girls are the ferry people. There are a total of 160 families of this kind of ferry people in Japan.
However, tangerines born in Huainan are called tangerines, and those born in the north of Huaibei are called tangerines; when the Huaxia came to the Yidi, the Yidi came to them, and the barbarians came to the Huaxia and came to the Huaxia. Where the ancestor came from is no longer important after thousands of years. What is important is that he is now
Japanese.
Snap.
The little heavenly master arrived not far outside the city, stumbling and dragging his weak body, and saw the scene of Shimazu Yoshihiro being frozen.
"Uncle Master, why don't you kill him?"
The little Celestial Master looked angry. He wanted to skin Shimazu Yoshihiro and show him to the public. Ji Xiang comforted him: "Why are monks so angry?"
"Uncle Master! A monk relies on the power of fire to practice. If you don't have a lot of fire, you can't be a monk!"
"Well...it seems a little unreasonable."
Ji Xiang touched his chin seriously: "But it's still not time to kill him."
"Originally, it would be okay if he was killed by my sword. Since he is not dead, it is just right that he is alive."
Shimazu Yoshihiro was the general-in-chief on the eastern coast. Hanging him on the city gate tower and shouting at him would definitely bring a huge mental shock to the Japanese troops fighting on the east and west fronts.
And after shouting, they can be brought back to the country, and then under the interrogation of a series of professional torturers such as Jinyiwei and Dongchang, another wave of information will be extracted. After the trap is completed, it will be the Qiu Hou Wen Zhan. By then, the common people will be surrounded by the West City.
If you can come and watch the beheading, you can buy three eggs or a basket of rotten vegetable leaves for a penny and throw them. This is another source of income and can also be used as an entertainment activity.
How nice!
Little Heavenly Master: "..."
"Okay! As expected of Uncle Master, this move is really brilliant!"
Of course, the Little Heavenly Master knew that this was the right thing to do, so he didn't object again, but...
"Child, why is your face twisted?" Ji Xiang looked at the little Tianshi curiously.
"Ah? Uncle Master, my face is like this since I was born. I'm not angry at all."
The little Heavenly Master twisted his face and responded obediently.
I finally suppressed the hatred in my heart. Among the corpses where Shimazu Yoshihiro had his nose cut off, there were also comrades from Longhu Mountain. This revenge could not be avenged now. After all, my dear uncle wanted to recycle the waste. Then
It seems that I can only spend fifty taels of silver to contract the eggs of the entire Western Market after returning to China and waiting for the opening of the Western Market in Shuntian Prefecture.
In order to divert his attention, the little heavenly master couldn't help but look around, and suddenly became confused:
"Uncle Master, um, that monster that looks like Buddhist King Kong, Waterfall Spirit King, is he missing?"
Ji Xiang glanced around: "Ah, it seems he has escaped."
"It's a bit difficult to deal with. I didn't pay attention to it just now. After all, it's just a monster. It would be wrong to let him ask for help."
"But it doesn't matter, I just threw a piece of gold on it."
"I got a lot of gold from a rich friend (Yin Ping Lady)."
Little Heavenly Master: "?"
"Uncle Master, this... do you want to say that you are rich... or?"