The air waves rolled, and a strange force came from behind.
Without any precautions, Xia Shang was instantly blown away by the air wave.
Fortunately, one of the six corpses exploded, and the power was not too strong. Most of the power was blocked by the other corpses. After Xia Shang was knocked down by Xue Lengxiang in the rain, except for the buzzing in his ears,
I didn't feel much discomfort other than the noise.
As for Xue Lengxiang and Chunjiao, Xia Shang doesn't have to worry. They are both masters and have extraordinary physiques. Such an explosion should not hurt them.
After the explosion dissipated, Xia Shang sat up from the ground, looked at his embarrassed disciple, and whispered a word of concern.
Xue Lengxiang touched his back, but a piece of his clothes was burnt. Then he wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, my disciple is fine."
Xia Shang retracted his thoughts and was about to go see Chunjiao.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the palace corridor where they were, followed by two more bangs, and thick fog suddenly rose from all directions.
Only Chunjiao's exclamation came from the front: "Be careful, there is someone!"
Then the thick fog rose, blocking his vision. Except for the disciple who was following closely beside him, no one else could be seen.
"Cough cough cough..." Xue Lengxiang coughed a few times, "Master, what on earth is going on?"
Xia Shang's expression gradually became serious. He suppressed the pungent smell and waved the smoke in front of his eyes: "This is not an ordinary fog, it is a man-made smoke. Maybe... maybe it is the trick of the Japanese people."
Xia Shang had never encountered such a situation, but he seemed to have never heard of anyone in Dahua creating such smoke, so he naturally thought that the Japanese were up to something.
"Master, be careful!"
"call out……"
A slight sound came from not far away, and Xue Lengxiang's sword flashed, instantly knocking the hidden weapon that tore through the thick fog to the ground.
Seeing the diamond-shaped darts on the ground, Xia Shang concluded his guess that this was indeed something the Japanese were doing.
However, these Japanese people were really bold and dared to launch a blatant attack in the palace.
However, there is one thing that Xia Shang has not yet figured out, that is, what happened to the six guards just now? Such an attack method should not be the method of the Japanese.
Was it a mistake in previous judgment, or was it that more people had colluded with the Japanese?
If someone within Dahua colludes with the Japanese at this time, it is obviously not a good thing.
Xia Shang frowned and focused on his surroundings.
Against the Japanese, the perception of ordinary warriors would not play a big role, because both samurai and ninjas had very good control over their auras.
Now that thick fog is rolling in and the field of vision is blocked, it becomes even more difficult to capture the Japanese people who may appear around you at any time.
Xia Shang knew his situation and would never use his true energy easily unless absolutely necessary, and even if he used his true energy now, it might not have any effect.
"Master, come closer."
The obedient disciple reminded him in a low voice. Xia Shang didn't respond, but he put his hand on his disciple's shoulder.
The rain is still falling, and the raindrops are falling in clusters, tearing apart the thick fog. The layers of fog come and go as quickly as they come.
At first I was worried about the rain, but I felt that at this moment, the clouds and rain were ominous.
Looking at it now, whether it was the previous explosion or the thick fog in front of us, the rain helped a lot.
But strangely enough, there was an attack just now, and then fell into silence. The Japanese people seemed to have left, and they seemed to know that such an attack would not be able to do anything to Xue Lengxiang, or maybe they were worried about being in the palace and did not dare to be too reckless.
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In short, until the thick fog dissipated, Xia and Shang were not attacked again.
"Master...this...what are they planning?" Xue Lengxiang didn't understand why the Japanese launched an attack and then stopped.
Xia Shang was also in a daze. After a few seconds, he noticed something. He frowned and thought something bad.
"Chun Jiao!"
Xia Shang shouted, and the sound wave was quickly drowned in the sound of rain.
But there was no response from Chunjiao for a long time.
Looking around, everything around him was submerged in the rain. There was no one there, only a pile of broken corpses, blood and water mixed in the rain. Combined with the mess of the place, the scene was extremely depressing.
"Where's Sister Chunjiao?" Xue Lengxiang asked.
Xia Shang didn't say anything, but he already knew in his heart that he had made a mistake.
For a long time, he thought that he was the protagonist and that all dangers were directed at him.
But now the target of the Japanese people is Chunjiao, and they are not targeting Xia Shang. Before, Xia Shang was thinking about his own safety.
But I forgot that Chunjiao is the most dangerous person.
Under the deep corridor of the palace, there was no one around, no one seemed to have appeared, and Chunjiao seemed to have evaporated without any breath left.
"Look around and see if we can find any clues. We must catch up immediately and not put Chunjiao in danger."
At this time, Xia Shang was really panicking. Looking for his memory, he ran to the place where he last saw Chunjiao.
Xue Lengxiang saw that her master was a little nervous and comforted her: "Master, it doesn't matter. Sister Chunjiao is very strong. Even if someone attacks her, it is impossible for her to disappear without making any noise."
Even so, Xia Shang was still uneasy.
If you think about it carefully, if someone could really attack Chunjiao and take her away without anyone noticing, then such an expert would not be able to leave any clues.
After searching for a minute at the scene of the incident and finding nothing, Xia Shang couldn't stand it any longer.
"No, we can't continue searching like this. Now follow me, go to the Japanese mission, and ask them for someone."
He never thought that when he brought Chunjiao into the palace, Chunjiao would disappear under his nose. This was something completely unexpected.
Faced with this situation, Xia Shang had no choice but to make an immediate decision. Every minute of delay put Chunjiao in greater danger.
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Xia Shang changed direction and started to go outside the palace.
At the same moment, in a small room used to store discarded clothes, separated by a wall from the corridor where Xia Shang was, Chunjiao looked anxiously at the woman in black lying on a pile of discarded clothes, and asked with concern: "You...
How are you?"
This woman Xia Shang knew, she was Haruta Sakura!
Sakura Haruta wore her own night clothes and brought all the equipment. The tight-fitting clothes outlined her perfect figure, like a fish swimming in the rain.
But now this little fish has been injured. There is a deep wound on the chest. The wound is flat and the blade is sharp. At a glance, it can be seen that it can only be done by a Japanese samurai sword.
Springfield's face was pale, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain on her body. She just waved her hand casually to indicate that she was fine.
Chunjiao saw that the woman's body was soaked in blood, and her veins jumped with fear: "Are you crazy? I have nothing to do with you, why did you save me?"