Chapter 287 Broken Knife
There was a loud noise.
After a while, there was another sound, but it was much softer and duller than the previous one.
The roof of the ancestral hall, which was already overwhelmed, shook some ash from time to time in response to the movement outside.
Broken huanghuali beams and pillars lie on the ground, mixed with rubble and gravel, like a broken yellow beam dream all over the ground.
Yin Xiu walked around a shaky pillar that was half broken, with only half still swinging in the wind, and punched Yamamoto Masahito.
At this moment, the Japanese warrior who thought highly of himself had only less than a third of his right hand left due to the violent explosion just now, revealing a little bit of charred bone stubble and flesh.
But his fighting spirit remained undiminished. When he saw Yin Xiu's punch coming, he also rushed forward, and punched out with his remaining fist, directly towards Yin Xiu's face.
After all, Yin Xiu had two hands. At the critical moment, he used his elbow with his other hand, and Yamamoto Masahito's fist passed by his ear and deflected away.
At the same time, he had punched Yamamoto Masahito in the chest, and a piece of the opponent's chest collapsed visibly.
Yamamoto Masahito spit out a mist of blood from his mouth.
When Yin Xiu saw this, he was about to pursue him, but the blood that Yamamoto Masahito spit out just now seemed to have consciousness and was combined to form the image of a warrior.
Whoops!
As the samurai sword made of blood beads slashed out, a cold light struck from the blood mist.
Yin Xiu took only half a step back, and the place where her clothes were rubbed by the tip of the knife immediately ignited flames.
He was startled, and his fingers touched the blood beads on his collar, and a series of information immediately appeared in his mind.
[Blood Samurai]: Active skills, Shinto-style spells.
Description: Spurt out the body's protective blood, summon a ghost warrior's incorporeal body in front of him, and attack the enemy.
Cooling time: three hours.
Duration:?
"You are so stupid, are you playing tricks in front of me, a Taoist priest!?"
"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe is borrowed from the law, edict!"
Yin Xiu's sleeves bulged, and countless talismans came out of the sleeves. When Zhang Zhang passed his fingertips, he was dyed with a purple aura. The ends were connected together, and it looked like two purple talismans were drilled out of his sleeves. flying dragon.
The purple flying dragon penetrated the body of the ghost warrior, and the originally nihilistic soul finally began to show expressions and became very ferocious, as if it was breaking free from some shackles.
After the flying dragon passed through, the soul body was ignited with blazing fire, and finally the soul flew away and turned into nothingness.
Yamamoto Masahito couldn't help but be stunned. He never expected that Yin Xiu would not retreat but advance, and even pull off such a unique skill.
However, the ghost warrior delayed for a while, and the hand he originally lost due to the explosion has grown back. After all, Rakshasa's recovery ability is not inferior to that of vampires.
As soon as he came over, Yamamoto Masahito jumped back, grabbed an imperial chair, and threw it at Yin Xiu with great force.
When Yin Xiu saw this, he lowered his body and raised his hands in the air. The chair seemed to be suspended in the air, and Yin Xiu stopped firmly on his fingertips.
Then, he kept walking and gently pushed the chair with his hand, causing the Taishi chair to spin on the ground and hit Yamamoto Masahito.
The Grand Master's chair was in front, followed closely by Yin Xiu, who looked like he was driving a chariot towards the opponent.
Yamamoto Masahito's eyes were filled with tears, he kicked the Taishi's chair with his kick, and also used his hands to attack Yin Xiu.
At this moment, Yin Xiu poked forward with her toes, and the Taishi chair turned sideways unexpectedly, causing the opponent to miss the kick.
Yamamoto Masahito's kick missed, and while his body's center of gravity moved forward, Yin Xiu jumped up and stepped on the back of the chair with one foot. As the chair moved forward, the other foot stabbed the opponent's heart and face one after another.
[Master of Weapons]: A warrior is like water, everything can be used as a weapon.
Yamamoto Masahito was shocked by this acrobatic attack. He was distracted when he kept blocking with his hands. Finally, Yin Xiu kicked him in the face and heart.
He finally couldn't resist anymore and gave up blocking with his hands.
Instead, he forced a distance and stood up straight.
Prince Fudo!
When Yin Xiu kicked him up, he knew through the touch of his feet that Yamamoto Masahito was using that rock-solid defense.
But the energy and blood in his body was already boiling, and he didn't care to think about it. He just kicked Yamamoto Masahito with his feet like a violent storm.
Every kick made by Yin Xiu felt like it was being kicked on an iron plate. With the blessing of his own blood, this Japanese's physical defense had reached its peak, and any attack could not stop him.
In this way, although Yamamoto Masahito was still beaten continuously, he felt a little more at ease and had a chance to breathe.
I don’t know how many kicks, the toe of Yin Xiu’s shoe cracked, and there was a gap visible to the naked eye.
Even though the toe and heel of this pair of shoes were reinforced, and the hardness and toughness of these locations were specially designed for kicking, they were still overwhelmed and cracked at this moment.
What was even more terrible than the boots was Yin Xiu's feet. Inside the invisible shoes, his toes had begun to bleed, and the blood soaked into the boots, making them sticky.
As he stepped hard, the Taishi chair under his feet suddenly shattered, disintegrated, and turned into a pile of broken wood.
As soon as it landed, smoke steamed from Yin Xiu's hands, and a tongue of fire jumped out of [Red Scale·Change]. The clockwork and gears in the mechanical prosthetic body were running wildly, and the roaring screams hurt people's eardrums.
The two people who were very close could already feel the hot wind blowing against their faces, and their eyebrows and hair were faintly smelling. The overlord is in battle!
Yin Xiu poured out all his momentum and punched out, causing bright flames and almost causing the surrounding air to twist and deform.
Yamamoto Masahito's eyes were filled with the raging fire. He immediately gathered his mind, raised his breath and held his breath, trying to resist the punch with all his strength.
boom! !
A ball of fire exploded in Yamamoto Masahito's chest, and the tail flames and smoke covered his shoulders and head, as if he had disappeared from the world.
Phew...
After the smoke cleared, Yamamoto Masahito still stood there, his chest to shoulders were scorched black, and there were some traces of smoke on his face, but he still held on and did not fall!
As if she had foreseen this outcome, Yin Xiu just stared at him coldly without much expression.
His face was expressionless, but Yamamoto Masahito's heart was filled with waves.
Because the series of kicks just now, coupled with Yin Xiu's powerful punch, had already exhausted all the blood in his body used to activate [Fudo Mingou]!
If he couldn't avoid the next punch, he might be hit for real, and his life or death would be uncertain.
Thinking this way, he was more panicked than he looked.
Although he had an opportunity at this moment, he didn't intend to take action, but wanted to find some insurance!
Giving up on Yin Xiu, who seemed to be exhausted, Yamamoto Masahito flew back, aiming for the black sword behind him on the altar!
It was He Lisheng's gang-suppressing treasure, but to a certain extent, it was more like a token, an ancient token that represented the speaker's authority.
Its origin and origin in ancient times are difficult for even historians to give a clear explanation.
But its modern history is well known to everyone in the world. Back then, Hong Sheng's grandfather used this sword to make a name for himself at the dock.
Yamamoto Masahito already knew the significance of this sword within the club when he was preparing for the ceremony.
To a certain extent, it is equivalent to the Heavenly Master's Order Sword. No one cares where it is kept, and no one will kneel down or anything like that when they see it.
But when someone asks you to show the identity of the speaker, you'd better keep it safe.
There are many things like this in Ise Shrine, but none of them are as majestic and practical as this black sword.
Yes, if it weren't for the fact that it was too big and conspicuous, it would be a bit weird to take it out for a fight.
Otherwise, Yamamoto Masahito really feels that this is an impeccable weapon.
Such a weapon comes in handy just at this moment!
Yamamoto Masahito jumped to the side of the altar table several times and slammed his hand on the table. The black knife enshrined on it was knocked off the shelf and landed firmly in his hand.
Feeling the heavy weight on his hand, and looking at Yin Xiu who seemed to be out of breath, Yamamoto Masahito's eyes overflowed with fierceness.
After turning the black knife in his hand a few times, Yamamoto Masahito said seriously: "As a Tang Dynasty person, you have tried your best. Even the so-called great masters in the north, few can live so many rounds with me.
What kind of master or master? I'm tired of killing. No sword in Kyushu has ever entered my eyes. ”
Yin Xiu glanced at him and said, "How big is Kyushu? You, a carrot head, are outside the customs at best. You have been in Hong Kong Island for a while, and you dare to talk about seeing all the swords in Kyushu?
If it weren't for that evil trick to protect your body, you don't know how many times you would have been hacked to death by me.
You talk so much nonsense, are these your last words? Still complaining? ”
“It’s a victory speech!”
Yamamoto Masahito shouted loudly and raised his knife to chop. Before he could get close to Yin Xiu, the strong wind had already hit his face, freezing him to the bone.
Yin Xiu didn't hide or move his feet. He didn't even raise his red scale to block it. Instead, he stretched out his right hand of flesh and blood and put it under the knife.
Yamamoto Masahito's eyes became even more fierce, and he couldn't help but increase his strength on his hands.
In his opinion, there is no difference between Yin Xiu doing this and committing suicide. How can anyone stretch out his other hand to block when being slashed? Isn't this a free hand?
At this moment, Yin Xiu sneered and caught the extremely sharp blade with his palm, using his strength.
Boom!
The black knife was broken into two pieces. One piece fell into Yin Xiu's hand, while the other piece was still connected to the handle and was held by the stunned Yamamoto Masahito.
Before he came to his senses, Yin Xiu turned the blade in his hand with one hand, and the sharp blade slashed at Yamamoto Masahito's throat.
Prince Fudo!
Yamamoto Masahito stood up straight, golden light emerging from his body.
After a piercing sound, blood spurted out from Yamamoto Masahito's neck, straight to the ceiling like a fountain.
Until this time, Yamamoto Masahito remained standing upright, as if he had indeed blocked the blow.
But the blood on the ground doesn't lie.
Just like the glue that holds the black sword together cannot fool anyone.
(End of chapter)