"How is it possible? How does he know we are here?"
The three of them were the subordinates of Lihuo Ghost Emperor, the Masked Killer Zhu Laosan and Monkey Laoer.
They thought that by blending in with the carriage's guards, they could approach the Devil's Sword House without anyone noticing.
But he was discovered by the opponent in a moment, and was even seriously injured by a finger blast!
They didn't understand where they had made a mistake and they would be recognized by the Demon Sword Studio.
“Today is the grand ceremony of our Japanese country’s underworld, but there are a few spies from the Chinese ghost tribe who have no idea of life or death and have sneaked into our grand ceremony.
They are really brave enough.
Let me ask you all, can you bear to let three spies from the Chinese underworld destroy our samurai festival?"
After giving some instructions, Mo Daozhai explained the reason to everyone, but his explanation contained a strong sense of incitement.
"What, the three of them are spies from the Chinese underworld?"
The mention of the word spy immediately aroused everyone's sensitive nerves.
What's more, today is the Samurai Festival. To them, this festival is no less than the Spring Festival in the Chinese Yang Dynasty, and they cannot be humiliated.
"Damn it, we are all in a remote place in the underworld. Don't the ghosts in the Chinese underworld still trust us? How abominable!"
"We are so low-key and do our job, and they even use spies to monitor us.
This approach is clearly treating us like monkeys.
Since they don’t trust us anyway, they might as well hang out with the Demon Sword Studio and let the ghosts in the Chinese underworld know how powerful we are!”
Among the crowd, some members of the Ito family disguised as samurai took advantage of this opportunity and shouted loudly.
The Japanese ghost tribe, which had no good impression of spies, was suddenly aroused with inner anger.
"Yes, the ghost clan in China is so abominable.
Not only did they refuse to give us the position of Ghost Emperor, they also suppressed us in various ways.
How powerful is King Asura?
Being a ghost emperor is more than enough.
But Emperor Yin just refused to give it.
This shows that the other party regards our ghost clan in the underworld of Japan as ants.
We must resist!"
A group of grassroots shouted, filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could kill all the ghosts in the underworld of China.
"Kill them!"
Among the crowd, someone didn't know who shouted.
Immediately, the extremely angry ghost tribe also shouted:
"Kill them!"
Then a group of people waved their fists and rushed towards the three Masked Killers.
"Oops, they are going to kill us, retreat quickly!"
The Masked Killer never expected that his identity would only be exposed, but he would be framed as a spy by Mo Knife Zhai.
If their identity is exposed, the most they can do is be hunted down by Demon Sword Studio.
But now that he has been framed as a spy, he may be hunted down by the entire Japanese ghost clan.
At that time, the underworld to which the Japanese country belongs will have no place for them to stand.
The three men acted decisively and immediately turned around and retreated.
Monkey Lao Er had just retreated a hundred meters when suddenly a strong wind swept from behind him, as powerful as a hammer. Before it hit him, it already caused a dull pain in his back.
His eyes narrowed, knowing that he could not receive this blow no matter what, otherwise, he would be crippled even if he died.
At the moment, the soul power is running and blessing the two fists.
Then he struck out with one blow.
"Ghost skills, monkey trick boxing!"
The two forces collided in one place, a loud noise spread, and the ground where Hou Lao Er was suddenly exploded.
Crushed soil splashed onto his thighs, causing his thighs to be immediately covered in blood.
"Is this the Ito family's ghost technique?"
Monkey Er murmured softly.
When I looked up, there was a young man standing in front of me.
"The spy ghost tribe from China wants to leave now, you are overthinking it!"
This person is none other than the eldest son of the Ito family, Sakon Ito, who is extremely skilled in ghost arts.
He is countless times stronger than his younger brother Ukon Ito.
"Ghost technique, decapitate with one knife!"
When the third pig saw that the second monkey was blocked, he immediately pulled out the butcher's knife from his waist, jumped in the air, and raised the knife to strike at Ito Sakon.
Ito Sakon didn't move. Just when Zhu Laosan's butcher's knife was about to fall, he pulled out his sword and slashed out with one strike, colliding with the opponent's butcher's knife.
Sonorous!
Several metal chimes sounded in succession.
Ito Sakon's Ittosai-ryu swordsmanship gained the upper hand.
Easily shake the pig away.
"Old pig, old monkey, let me help you!"
When the Masked Killer saw that the two of them could not defeat Ito Sakon, he knew that it was not because the opponent was too powerful.
But the two of them had been injured a long time ago and were pressed and beaten by each other. This is normal.
At that moment, he jumped over, hoping that the three of them would work together to repel Ito Sakon.
It's a pity that the Masked Killer wants to join forces.
The big bosses of the Japanese ghost clan who were chasing after them from a distance also wanted to join forces.
In just a moment, the three of them were surrounded by dozens of experts.
"You three are so courageous that you even dared to kill the special envoy sent by the Nine Nether Ghost Emperor to contact us.
You think you are doing it without anyone noticing, but in fact, we already found out your details half a month ago.
Now, pay with your life for your ignorance!"
Sakon Ito grinned.
As expected, defeating the ghost clan in the Chinese underworld is the most fulfilling.
When today's samurai festival is over, he must ask Demon Sword Sai to take him with him to explore the Chinese underworld.
The third pig, the second monkey, and the cold-faced killer were back to back, feeling extremely desperate.
This is the most dangerous moment for the three of them since they lurked in the underworld of Japan.
Maybe, their souls will all die here today.
"what to do?"
The three of them were in the center of the siege, watching dozens of super ghost kings around them.
With the strength of the three of them, they are absolutely invincible one on one.
But with more than a dozen and injuries, it’s hard to say.
After all, the Japanese ghosts who came to participate in the Samurai Festival today are all masters of the Japanese underworld.
They are also weaker than the ghosts of the Ito family.
If they join forces, their strength cannot be underestimated.
Mo Dao Zhai is still standing on the main stage. These three Chinese ghost clans are like ants in his eyes.
I don't even bother to do it myself.
"Your Excellency Dragon King, your three companions seem to be unable to hold on any longer. Do you want to take action?"
Kurosaki Dalang saw that the situation on the field was not good, so he asked.
But Lin Tianyou in the carriage ignored him and still just rested his head on Zi Yuan's knees, playing with Zi Yuan.
Kurosaki Dalang had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that the Ghost Hunting Dragon King had no intention of caring about these three Ghost Emperor's subordinates.
He felt it was a pity that if these people could be saved, they might stand in the camp of their royalists.
Now that they are wiped out, their royalist faction will have no power to fight against Demon Sword Zhai.
"Old pig and old monkey, can you lend me your remaining soul power? I'm going to use the power of heroic spirits to catch them off guard.
As long as we can open a gap, we will have a way out!"
The Masked Killer whispered.
"Heroic Spirit?"
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
"Yes, Mask also has a heroic spirit. As long as you use the possession technique to possess the heroic spirit, you will definitely be able to open a way for the two of us to escape!"
The two of them were very excited. (To be continued)