Chapter 3 Forever Memorial
** soon calmed down. Let's not say that they can understand a little bit of Yanlong's language, but who can't know the crane feather magic knife that shines silver and moonlight?
Chongwu Chengfeng in the whole dwarf country. As the latest leader of the swordsmen, Chino Takeo can be said to be known to everyone, not to mention the most well-informed warrior in Japan and Beijing? The portrait of Takeo Chino has long been painted on the picture of the book and is well known by many martial arts practitioners. Even this crane feather sword has been depicted many times by their martial arts books. The brilliance of the moonlight emitted by the special material of the blade is touted by them as the unique brilliance of the artifact.
This divine knife, with a Yingying Yuehua blade, and a unique blade slightly longer than the ordinary long knife, is the only one in the whole dwarf island country. At this moment, looking at the magic knife that has appeared in their dreams countless times on the linity, and looking at the moonlight that still emanates even in the sun, the shock in the hearts of these swordsmen and prodigal sons is unparalleled.
Chino Takeo, the invincible general in their minds, the eternal idol of thousands of young warriors, the rare peak of martial arts in a hundred years, and the general Chino Takeo, who was regarded by the emperor as the god of war, died?
Is it in the hands of this seemingly young but extremely terrible Yanlong general?
These swordsmen and prodigal sons, including even ninjas, are all martial arts practitioners, and their vision naturally has their own unique features.
Just now, Yanlong split the two strong men between his hands and feet, and one of them was a teacher-level figure they highly respected, but even the extremely amazing knife in their eyes could not resist other people's blows, and even took knives to smash their lives into pieces...
The terrible Yanlong young man hasn't even put out a knife, but his feet, his hands... and even every part of his body, is there that is not like a peerless blade?
As soon as he took action, the prodigal son's thick arm was torn off, flesh and bones, which was faster than the butcher cutting tofu. As soon as he came out his leg, he not only tore his opponent raw, but also broke the long knife... Isn't this man's body more powerful and more horizontal than that long knife? Isn't this person's body a huge long knife?
No, he is more terrible than a long knife. Because not only is he cold and hard as a blade all over his body, but he even has a dark red blood knife in his hand that is colder than the crane feather sword, which seems to be condensed with countless blood light.
How many knives does he have? Or is he the god of knives?
Under his roar, countless swordsman ronin showed fear in his eyes, but the encirclement that was about to rush up kept retreating with the pace of the Yanlong people. Because of the momentum of this leader, none of them could withstand his blow.
"We are looking for the government this time. We have no intention of hurting the people. If you have to stop in front of us, we have to be welcome." Su Yong's bright and calm words echoed in the streets and alleys, and then the divine light flashed in his eyes, and the infinite intention of the knife rose to the sky. He pointed to the blood knife, and the official building with the crane feather sword collapsed in the roaring sound, broken and fell and scattered into countless wood debris dust.
Only the linted wall with a long knife is still standing, and the courtyard and buildings behind have turned into a mess everywhere.
The effect is like dropping a blockbuster here in an instant. But his strength and angle control were excellent, leaving the door wall in front of him, and the magic knife that continued to tremble on it seemed to bring eternal memories to the people here.
This knife was simply a stone shock. Not to mention that these dwarf Japanese swordsmen had never seen this miracle-like martial arts skill, even Xiao Changfeng and Yang Yihu beside Su Yong were so shocked that they could not be themselves.
They almost asked in their hearts, "Is this... is this still a human?"
Although they are also strong people who are close to the peak of martial arts, they have not yet entered the Tao and can't experience the realm of understanding the world. Naturally, it is a little difficult to believe the scene in front of them. It was at this time that they understood where Su Yong's confidence in the 200 people to attack the palace came from.
At this time, the group of ** dwarf Japanese swordsmen suddenly fell silent, and the flow of people in front of them instantly separated a road, and a middle-aged man who was obviously taller than the people around him came out.
The man's face is thin, and there is a poor Japanese knife hanging around his waist because of his short height.
The man's eyes are extremely solemn, and the wrinkles on his face look much older than his actual age. He walked to Su Yong and didn't mean to draw a knife. He just looked at him up and down. Then he turned his head and looked at the trembling magic knife on the other side of the door wall. Suddenly, he asked in a stiff Yanlong language.
"Takeo Chino, how did he die?"
"I killed him on Tongluo Island in Yanlong, on the coconut beach in the east," Su Yong squinted at the middle-aged man with a constantly shaking chin in front of him. He seemed to find a trace very similar to Chino Takeo in his outline, and then slowly said, "I killed him, buried him under the coconut tree, and grew his crane feathers. Bring the knife back."
The middle-aged man even kept shaking his hands, and he was extremely excited. But he still didn't mean to draw a knife.
It was easy to control his emotions. The middle-aged man suddenly sighed sadly, shook his lips and said with difficulty, "I, mine, is his brother."
He turned his head and looked at the long knife that vibrated on the wooden door linth. He slowly closed his eyes, but the two muddy tears rolled down: "I... mine, I have already persuaded him, he, his, don't listen. The result..."
He was silent again, and waited until the stalk began to calm down before asking in a low voice, "You, your, your name?" This time, what's the matter when you come to Japan and Beijing?
Su Yong clenched the blood knife and said awe-inspiringly, "My name is Su Yong. When we come to Japan and Beijing this time, we are not like you dwarfs. We will only avoid officers and soldiers to bully the people. We don't disturb the people. We just ask the government and your emperor for an explanation. Why do we invade our Yanlong, burn, kill and plunder? We come to get back what belongs to us."
The middle-aged man walked slowly to the magic knife and stared silently for a long time, as if he wanted to pull it out.
But he hesitated for a moment, and his outstretched hand finally slowly withdrew.
Returning to Su Yong again, he suddenly bowed deeply and then turned around and strode away. As he raised his hand and waved, the swordsmen and prodigal sons in the streets and alleys disappeared in a blink of an eye.
This person is the brother of Takeo Chino, and may also be the leader of the dwarf Japanese folk swordsman. Su Yong looked at his tall and thin back and thought.
But blocked by the other party, they are still a long distance from the distant palace.
It is said that the distance from the intersection of the port to the dwarf Japanese palace is exactly 20 miles.
At the moment when the countless swordsmen and prodigal sons dispersed, they had seen a patrol brigade slowly approaching from the front, and soon almost covered the long street road in front of them.
The long street, which was originally clean, is like a long steamed vermicelli roll sprinkled with countless sesame seeds, black and white. There are thousands of people in this team.
Although the Long Street is slightly tortuous, the low wooden houses and occasional multi-storey buildings do not completely block their eyes. At this moment, in the eyes of more than 200 iron-blooded soldiers are countless dense ant-like heads in front of them.
Among them are cavalry and infantry. There are warriors in armor and catchers in cloth. There are some familiar symbols written on the waved flag, but none of them can be read.
Su Yonghui turned around and looked at the two hundred soldiers, with a smile on the corners of his mouth: "Do you have confidence?"
"Yes."
Su Yong glanced at their resolute and solemn faces, and then shouted, "Okay, let's eat it."
So under the leadership of the "troika" of Su Yong, Xiao Changfeng and Yang Yihu, this Yanlong team of black iron armor is like a pair of extremely hard tungsten and iron chopsticks, fiercely reaching into this section of steamed vermicelli rolls mixed with countless sesame seeds.