Towering into the clouds, the foothills of Hino Mountain stretch for thousands of miles. Thousands of miles of thick cloth are arranged in fine patterns. More than a hundred families have lived at the foot of the mountain for generations. wisps of cooking smoke float in the air in the clean and small villages. The blazing sun shines into the lush green countryside, filling the air.
Covered with gauze-like mist, everything seemed so peaceful and quiet...
The smoke billowing outside the mountains, the sound of thundering hooves, shouts and roars, etc., all have nothing to do with the small village like a paradise...
"Mom! Mom! Kyoko grabs my toy!"
A pink and tender child who looked like a seven-year-old child pouted his little mouth and ran toward the house in grievance, shouting loudly at the same time...
"Morino is good, Morino is a little man, and he will definitely be a big hero in the future. How can he compete with Kyoko for toys? If Kyoko wants to play..."
A seemingly gentle woman wearing a coarse cloth with a homemade kitchen cloth around her waist walked out of the house and said softly that if she could change the coarse cloth into a Jinzhu kimono, her virtuous temperament would be no less than that of the legendary noble lady from the big city.
…
Suddenly his expression froze and his eyes widened...
Because at this moment, the child's head suddenly flew up in the air, his clear and innocent eyes were full of longing, as if he was replying to his mother's hard teachings, and he seemed to be looking at the situation when he would become a great hero in the future...
"Sen..."
Just as he was about to remember a shrill whistle, a black shadow passed by, and the woman's head flew into the air, her eyes still wide open...
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"Okura-kun. Eat..."
"Click..."
A loud and melodious sound rang out somewhere in a house. It suddenly stopped...
There was a sound of a hard object breaking. It was particularly clear in the quiet environment...
"Coming!"
A middle-aged man in the courtyard responded loudly. He put down his hands and looked at the logs piled on the ground. He patted the sawdust stained on his rough hands and walked towards the house. His mind could not help but guess what surprises there would be in the lunch...
…
"This stupid girl must have broken something again!" As he approached the house, the middle-aged man said with a helpless and happy smile. Suddenly his nose wrinkled, and he murmured to himself as he walked:
"Hey... the food is delicious, but there is something mixed with it..."
"install……"
As soon as the strong man stepped into the house, he froze like a statue, because the woman who had been cooking in the house and asked him to eat was now lying in a pool of blood, and a green dish fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
, the green vegetables are now stained with blood...
Before the strong man could react, he was about to shout out in agony, but unfortunately, a black shadow passed by...
No chance...
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Although the village has about 200 households and about 1,300 people, the living atmosphere is almost isolated from the outside world, making it almost unprepared for war. The first Qianzhan who entered the village could not even have a cup of tea and almost slaughtered all the long boats.
Zhenqin led a hundred personal guards into the village. At this time, the village was in chaos, with looming black shadows flickering, and unarmed villagers fell into a pool of blood...
The rising black smoke quickly covered up the light smoke...
"Crackling..."
There was a crackling sound of burning firewood. Half an hour ago, the quiet and peaceful village, which had been carefree and peaceful, almost didn't have time to react, and was slaughtered by the legendary Shinobi who suddenly appeared...
The overflowing smell of blood goes straight into the sky, showing the ruthless cruelty of war...
The black smoke rises like a wolf smoke, getting thicker and thicker, indicating that the village is in a catastrophe...
The crackling sound of the burning fire is a feeble accusation against the injustice of the sky...
The bright red blood slowly overflowed from all parts of the village. A quick glance at the bitter spring, slowly flowing...
"Search the village quickly and kill any living thing!"
After entering the village, Changfune Zadachi stood in the center of the village, silently feeling the village's death wails, watching the quiet village gradually disappear in the smoke, then pointed a giant gun, and a hundred guards quickly dispersed in all directions, Zhongzhen
Constantly search for miracles whose probability is infinitely close to zero...
"brute!"
A loud shout suddenly arose, and the silent Nagafune Sadami tightened his scalp. Relying on his martial instinct, the giant spear suddenly slashed to the left, turning into a bright silvery white light...
"Click... click..."
There was an extremely unpleasant sound of metal friction, sparks flew everywhere, there was a sound of metal breaking, blood spurted out, and the head of the long ship's daughter flew into the air, her eyes still showed shock, panic, and unwillingness...
"Who!"
There was a burst of loud shouts. Although the owner died suddenly, the surrounding Baizhan guards still rushed towards the lightning-rushing figure without hesitation...
"You...you...all...deserve...to die!"
There was a sound of gnashing of teeth and hatred in the bones, and the figure, like a gray whirlwind, killed Nagafune Sadashi with one move, and rushed towards the surrounding bodyguards dressed as warriors without stopping...
Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and each word fell in a deep voice. Bodies were scattered in the center of the village with a radius of 100 meters. The only one standing was a figure holding a sword and wearing a gray swordsman uniform...
The sword as bright as water pointed at the ground, and the bright red blood formed into a stream of water. The gray swordsman's eyes were cold as he waited for the soldiers coming from all directions.
The Shinobi hidden in the air slowly approaches...
"Hey! Who is this? Nagafune Sadachi is one of the three elders of Ukita after all. Although he is good at marching strategies, his martial arts is also innately accomplished. He is also a B-level historical general. He was killed with one move.
"
Mo Xuan, who acted as a supervisor and watched from a distance, narrowed his eyes and looked at the gray figure that suddenly appeared in surprise. Just as he turned his head, he thought, all thirty of the longship guards had been killed...
"What a speed!"
Mo Xuan praised with admiration, and then made a gesture, hiding a shadow angel beside him and quietly left the village and returned to report the news. Mo Xuan, on the other hand, quietly watched the battle ninjas pouring out from all directions, and personally
Wei, and the gray figure who was slaughtering like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, had no intention of showing up. They just watched quietly with interest, and showed no sign of hiding their traces, as if they were just watching...
Ten minutes later...
The gray figure is still standing in the center of the village, but there are corpses all around it, almost covering the space of a hundred meters in radius. And that gray figure is also the only survivor...
"Have you seen enough, Your Excellency?"
After standing quietly for a moment, until no more soldiers appeared, a gloomy voice sounded. The swordsman turned around, but his mind was locked on Mo Xuan, who was two hundred meters behind him...
"Pah, pah..."
"Good skill!"
There was a burst of crisp applause, and Mo Xuan, who had not disappeared, walked slowly along the village path and said in a clear voice!
"Alien Demon General?!"
The gray swordsman slowly turned around, his eyes like poison staring straight at the sturdy young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was dressed calmly in black, trimmed with gold threads, and walked easily with bare hands. This kind of clothing is not available in Yingzhou, and Yingzhou
The new humans in Asia obviously do not have such strength!
"Excellent! I am Mo Xuan, and Tian is one of the four great demon generals under Xie Zuo!"
Although he regarded the gray swordsman as his opponent, Mo Xuan was more confident in himself and said calmly without expression!
"Under Yagyu, I see the flow of the mirror, Koheijuro!"
The bloody sword was slowly raised until it pointed at Mo Xuan. Kohei Juro's voice was so cold that it almost solidified...
"Sure enough! Only the alien demon army can do such an inhumane thing! The village here is self-sufficient and has not been involved in war. Why do you do this!"
"Oh! It turns out he is one of the Ninety-Three Swordsmen. It is said that 'during the competition, the master of the Yagyu Clan used a pen dipped in ink to mark the lord's pattern and uniform'. No wonder he has such strength! It seems that I was lucky and caught a big one.
Fish! Hehe..."
Mo Xuan's eyes flashed, the ice thawed, he gave a rare smile, and said nonchalantly:
"Without him, the evil king has an order! Except for the Oda clan, the Japanese nation is a race that should not exist and should be eliminated from this world!"
"Hey... Actually, if you people could come out of your own volition, we wouldn't use this method to force you to take action. You are the culprit!"
"Suffer death!"
Urgent notice: Please remember the new address of the mobile site and the computer site to thank everyone for your continued support! Happy New Year! It seems that the alien demon will shamelessly put the blame on himself. Kodaira Juro was furious, and an afterimage lingered, spanning hundreds of miles in a few breaths.
Meters away, a ray of white light fell from the sky, just like the creation of the world, killing only the "black man" in front of him...
"Keng..."
Although he is two realms higher than his opponent, the opponent is also a famous swordsman after all, and he is also a saint. Mo Xuan did not dare to fight with bare hands, and the dragon-fork lightning in the East China Sea appeared...
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Northern Gyeonggi Province, Danba County...
"Click, click..."
Seven or eight figures looked at the town in ruins and groaning in the fire in shock. Their scalps were numb, their faces were full of anger, they were gnashing their teeth for a young man, and the veins in his hands holding the handle of the knife at his waist were exposed...
"Ping Majun, the second elder asked me to come out and practice, but I must not get involved in war..."
Seeing that young man looking like this, a middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat and he asked rather uneasily!
Shinin-ryu Ryuzoji Temple Hirama, ninety-three swords provided by the Yagyu family (a very famous ancient folk family in the Japanese country, I believe everyone has heard of it), the beloved disciple of Yagyu Munefuji, the famous swordsman, and the Tokugawa clan
One of the heroes, he studied Zen deeply and was good at blacksmithing. Most of the swords he used were forged by himself.
"Uncle Mishima, no need to say more, I have decided to go to Gyeonggi!"
Ryuuzouji Pingma waved his right hand and said categorically. After finishing his words, he ignored the people around him and ran away dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye, chasing out the ruins along the ruins...
"Fantou? (position of small boss)" The others were stunned and didn't know how to respond.
"Go back to Shangmu Shanye and report to the elders. The rest of you will follow me and follow Mr. Pingma!"
The middle-aged man frowned, looked at a young man and warned, paused, sighed heavily and continued:
"I heard that Brahmanism, Izumo Taisha and other major sects are gathering in Gyeonggi Province. If Heima-kun does this, it is equivalent to involving Elder Soudong. It is a blessing, not a curse. It is a curse that cannot be avoided! Alas..."
As the sun set, hundreds of miles of town were slowly swallowed up by fire, and thick black fog rolled into the sky, making the originally blue sky turn gray...
Such a calamity cannot be avoided even by heaven...
