In the shrine of the Sheqi Hachi Family, under the witness of many elites, another battle is about to begin.
Inuyama Ga fell to the side, his face was like gold paper, and a trace of blood left from the corner of his mouth. His word spirit was a moment, which could increase his speed exponentially, but it had a fatal flaw:
You can only act according to the set actions.
In other words, once Setsuna takes action, he cannot stop it. It is for this reason that Inuyama Ga's attacks are so meticulous.
Ender, who had been with Angers for a long time, was naturally not afraid of such an enemy. All he needed was a small illusion to make Inuyamaga unable to find his target and all his attacks failed.
And when Inuyama Ga stopped and fell into the cool-down period of the word spirit, Ander killed this strong man of the Eight Sheqi Family with a single blow.
This method was ineffective, but Ender had no time to play samurai games with these devils. Now, he looked at the two brothers who stood up and moved the fingers holding the samurai sword before continuing to use that hoarse
The weird voice said:
"Has the emperor's bloodline appeared again? But it's not enough to stop me. You all, come together!"
Chu Tong pulled out the sword named Dojikiri from his waist. He did not bring his own weapon. This sword was a gift given to the emperor by the Sheqi family. The curved Japanese sword was held by Chu Tong in his hand and moved forward.
He held it straight, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the general's chest.
Chu Feng next to him took out a folding knife from his sleeve, and the blade opened and closed, flying in his hand.
"What a shame..." Genichiro Ryoma, the head of the Ryoma family, held the sword in his hand. At that moment, he was so shocked by the terrifying fighting power of the king that he could not move.
For the eight Sheqi families who valued loyalty, the ministers had to commit seppuku for failing to protect the emperor.
The silver samurai sword reflected Chu Tong's side face, and then turned into a silver light, stabbing straight into the chest of the king. This was not the sword technique of the island country, but the ancient sword technique of China.
when!
The king made a casual move, and the sword in his hand hit Chu Tong's blade. The thrust deflected from the original direction and flew out after grazing the king's shoulder.
Chu Tong spun around, turned his stab into a slash, and slashed down with his sword diagonally, hitting the opponent's shoulder. The king did not dodge, but held the slashed samurai sword in his left hand, and then kicked Chu Tong in the abdomen.
With a groan and a spin, Chu Tong's body flew out and landed in the dark crowd. All of this happened like lightning. Before most people could react, the battle was over... was it?
of course not!
At some point, Chu Feng had taken advantage of his brother's attack to get behind the general, struck in the blind spot of the general's vision, and wiped the opponent's neck with the opened folding knife.
"too close……"
Like eyes on his back, General Wang grabbed Chu Feng's outstretched hand, turned sideways, shouldered it, and threw it on his back. After a few seconds, Chu Feng followed his brother's footsteps and was thrown into the crowd.
At this time, everyone from the Sheqi Eighth Family finally took action. Men wearing black feathers rushed towards the old man standing there from all directions. The crowd was like a tide, trying in vain to submerge this stubborn rock.
But the general Wang just stood there, holding the sword flat with his right hand, and snorted coldly. The sound was like thunder on the ground, exploding in the hearts of every commissioner who rushed over.
The black tide stopped at that moment, and the held-up blade was frozen there. Genichiro Ryoma held the knife, desperately trying to control his trembling muscles, but he couldn't. His muscles were so stiff that he couldn't even move.
Every cent.
"Step back and let me see the emperor's power."
When the king takes a step, the black crowd steps back. He walks in the black tide, like Moses parting the sea.
On the other side of the sea, the Chu brothers and Lu Mingfei were protected by everyone.
"Xiaotong, use your speaking spirit." Ander's voice reached Chu Tong's ears, making his hands tremble slightly.
Chu Tong stood up with his hands on the ground, his golden eyes burning. His word spirit had strong side effects, so it was generally not used easily.
The boy once again pulled out the Doji Cut that was placed on the ground, raised the knife and pointed it forward. With the blazing flames in his eyes, the king's power came to the world.
The eight members of the Sheqi family who were originally shocked by Ender felt difficulty breathing, as if they were carrying a heavy weight. The katana in their hands slipped out of their hands little by little, hit the ground, and was pressed into the ground by an unknown force.
This is the Word Spirit King's Power, which can create dozens of times the gravity in the field, and can even crush the bones of enemies in the field.
The body of Genichiro Ryoma, the head of the Ryoma family, became rickety little by little. The blood could not reach the brain under such gravity. The dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen had made it difficult for him to breathe and his mind became unclear.
Click!
Finally, someone couldn't hold on anymore and knelt on the ground with his knees weak, pressing his forehead against the ground to resist the ischemia caused by gravity.
The dark crowd knelt on the ground like dominoes, forming a perfect circle. The eight Sheqi families were always good at finding their own position. They surrounded the returning emperor and worshiped him.
In the center of the circle, Wang Jiang and Chu Tong stood opposite each other. Wang Jiang was also hunched over, his bones making an unpleasant creaking sound. The kimono on his body became stiff under the heavy pressure, and the mask on his face also cracked.
"Is this the emperor?" General Wang took the first step under heavy pressure, followed by the second step, and the third step. He was slowly but firmly walking towards Chu Tong: "It's not that good..."
The hem of Yuori was torn open, revealing the king's thin calves, which were as thin as sticks. There were dark blood vessels on them. The remaining muscles were stretched into a ball, squeezing out the last bit of strength, just to get closer to Chu.
Tong a little.
"I'll leave the rest to you, brother..." Chu Tong suddenly showed a smile and closed his eyes. The realm of royal power disappeared instantly, making every member of the Eight Sheqi Family feel a rush of blood rushing to their brains.
Feel.
Chu Tong's body fell to the ground, revealing Chu Feng whose back was also burning with golden eyes. He read out obscure dragon texts and compiled a strange dream. The king was suddenly stunned.
Clang!
Chu Feng walked forward slowly and slit the king's throat. Black-red blood spurted out. Looking at this scene, Chu Feng whispered speechlessly:
"That's so fake, Grandpa Ander."
"Shut up, do you know how disgusting the blood of these Deadpools is?" Ender's voice sounded, and then he saw the king covering his neck and stomping on the ground.
The king's body rose up from the ground, crossed the shrine wall in twos and twos, and disappeared into the distance.
When the members of the Sheqi Eighth Family woke up, they only saw Chu Feng standing there, playing with the folding knife in his hand in boredom.
Ryoma Genichiro touched his body in disbelief, but found that he was unharmed. He murmured to himself: "Why, why don't you kill us?"