"The palace master entertains you with good intentions, but you treat Wujue Palace like this, you..."
The middle-aged man at the head looked angry. Tang Xuanming took out his ears carelessly. With a flick, a piece of yellow earwax flew across a distance of several feet and passed through the middle-aged man's mouth, bringing with it a splash of blood.
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The huge impact caused him to be thrown high into the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.
A warrior whose strength reached the second-rate realm died like this, and a small-scale commotion broke out among the group of people in Wujue Shrine.
Without Tang Xuanming's instructions, the dozens of ronin who followed him roared and rushed forward, their ribs and cross swords flying, and they fought in a ball.
The group of people in Wujue Shrine who had lost their backbone were in a panic and had no intention of fighting at all, especially when their most powerful people were easily defeated.
All they had in their hearts was fear and uneasiness, and they didn't dare to stay at all.
It quickly disintegrated, leaving behind more than a dozen scattered corpses.
The broken kunai was all over the floor.
Tang Xuanming didn't take it seriously and drove the sitting fire unicorn to step through the killing field bit by bit.
Among his more than 40 followers, two were seriously injured. Watanabe Junyi secretly looked at Tang Xuanming's face and found that this top strong man had no expression on his face and did not look here at all.
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He remained silent for a moment and arranged for a ronin to bandage the two seriously injured people. As a warrior who often wandered around, injuries were common and they were very skilled in bandaging.
"Place them nearby and the people here will accept us."
This sudden encounter took place next to a village. In a simple thatched house, pairs of black and white eyes looked at this side with horror.
Their eyes were a little frightened, but mostly numb.
This kind of thing is too much for them.
Since the rise of Wujue Shrine, Juewu God stole the Vajra Indestructible Magic from the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains, modified it and practiced it to become an immortal golden body.
Such killings have been going on, and the Emperor of Japan has been silent, silently watching all this happen.
Different from the situation where a hundred schools of thought contend in the Central Plains martial arts world, in the Japanese martial arts world there is only the Wujue Shrine family of Jue Wushen.
If Tang Xuanming remembered correctly, Jue Wushen would launch an attack on the Central Plains soon, and the progress would be smooth.
When the martial arts community in the Central Plains was decimated by Wuming, the only top martial arts masters were Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun. They had to rely on them to be able to fight against Jue Wushen's Wujue Divine Skill.
"It is because Emperor Shitian's Heavenly Gate is not allowed to come out that these clowns are allowed to speak nonsense in the martial arts world of the Central Plains."
Tang Xuanming looked at the sky indifferently. The bloody sunset spread all over the world, adding a tragic atmosphere out of thin air.
Night has fallen!
Tang Xuanming did not go to rest in the villages he saw on the roadside. As he approached the center of Japan step by step, there were bound to be more and more battles.
He didn't care too much about the life and death of the residents on this island.
But if possible, he doesn't want to affect too many people.
He took off the Xueyin Kuangdao from his waist and put it aside.
The huge fire unicorn lay beside him, its heavy breathing sounding like thunder.
Tang Xuanming patted the Fire Qilin's scales, and the huge ferocious beast spurted a ball of flame from its shoulders.
The ronin on the other side handed over a prepared sea fish. Tang Xuanming used his internal force to pull it, and the sea fish was cut into thin slices one after another.
The almost transparent fish fillet floated on the dancing flames of Fire Qilin for a moment, and the color gradually turned golden, and then automatically flew into Tang Xuanming's mouth.
Although the ronin has seen this scene countless times, it still feels shocking and difficult to understand.
The sea fish suspended next to Tang Xuanming, as well as the pieces of fish flying out and falling into his mouth automatically, are full of a soul-stirring beauty, and at the same time express extremely powerful power.
"puff!"
A white and transparent fish bone was spat out by Tang Xuanming, piercing an assassin who suddenly burst out of the ground and merged with the night.
A coquettish blood flower bloomed in the darkness. The wanderers walked skillfully in front of Tang Xuanming and bowed respectfully to Tang Xuanming.
Dragging the body away in a hurry, this kind of thing happened too many times, it was too common, and they were used to it.
"puff!"
Another fish bone was spit out. The spines of sea fish are longer and sharper than those of inland fish, but no matter what kind of fish they are, the bones can be easily broken.
There has never been a moment when a group of ronin would be so afraid of those white and transparent fish bones.
The hunters in the dark broke out in cold sweat, and there were fine beads of sweat on their foreheads and backs, but they didn't even dare to wipe it away.
That fishbone unmistakably pierced the skull of an assassin, directly penetrating between the eyebrows, as if forming a beautiful picture.
Supported by the majestic internal force, the ravaging elm thorns easily pierced the skull, the hardest bone in the human body, and took away a life.
Tang Xuanming ate fish slowly and unhurriedly, with a different kind of elegance.
But all the assassins dormant in the darkness felt cold all over.
Every short period of time, a fish bone will be spit out, and a living life will be taken away.
No matter how secretive the hiding place is, no matter how good the disguise is, you can never escape the blow of that light fish bone.
"No, I can't stand it anymore."
In the eyes of Tang Xuanming's followers, the originally peaceful night suddenly began to flow, no, or rather, a small patch of darkness suddenly moved through quickly. Only then did they discover the assassin hidden in the darkness, almost integrated with the night.
The assassin who ran wildly did not want to kill everyone, but ran wildly towards the distance, as if there was a demon behind him.
"ah!"
But he only let out a short scream and fell to the ground.
There was dark red blood flowing slowly, destroying the atmosphere that blended in with the darkness, and it looked even more strange and poignant under the firelight.
"There are enemies!"
Watanabe Junichi roared, but in fact it was more to cheer himself up.
The wanderers carrying torches scattered and walked away, only to discover something strange in the darkness.
One after another, assassins dressed in night clothes were lying on the ground, and the blood on their bodies was still flowing slowly, staining the grass a little bit red.
"Do some statistics and collect useful things from them."
Watanabe Junichi's hands were shaking a little, but he calmly issued the order.
The statistics were tallied quickly, and a ronin who looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old came over and reported: "There are seven assassins in total. They have nothing useful on them. They are all dead."