Chapter 7 Divine Knife and a pile of rags

But no matter what Su Yong thinks, these shabby utensils will not know. As the laughter of Yamaguchi Hoshino stopped, the people all over the street rushed towards him. The weapons in their hands were also strange. The rusty harpoon, the collapsed kitchen knife, the bare broom, and even a big fat man rushed straight over as a weapon.

Su Yong doesn't need to draw a knife at all, because he is a peerless sword. He kicked out, and the big fat man who rushed straight over slid out more than ten meters and hit a wall. There was no blood gushing out, but his collapsed body into a pile of broken porcelain.

Just as he looked at the pile of porcelain pieces in a daze, more than a dozen people beside him had surrounded him in the center, and a large pile of strange weapons hit him on the head like raindrops. Although these people watched the big fat man being kicked and smashed by him, they didn't know how to be afraid. They only knew how to smash things on him desperately, and they didn't care about what they were hurt at all.

Because they are not human in the first place. They are just old things full of resentment. They have no feelings and no fear. They only know how to attack the only human on this street. They didn't care about the casualties of their companions, and they didn't have any offensive rules. They just picked up everything that could hurt this person and smashed it desperately.

They don't even care that they will be smashed. Every attack carries a heroic spirit of "breaking the jar" and the courage that human beings will not have, even more terrible than those short Japanese warriors.

Su Yong shouted, "Stop and listen to me." However, these "people" didn't seem to hear it at all and continued to throw things at him without stopping. The only function of his shouting is to attract more people.

A masonry-thick cutting board hit his head, and the thick cutting board was smashed into a big hole, like a big cake around his neck. Su Yong sighed sadly, and his left hand strangely patted a few palm shadows. Five or six people on the left were patted by his palm wind and rolled on the ground a few times. Unexpectedly, two horses got up again. But one of them broke his left hand and the other lame his right leg.

Seven or eight mourners attacked on the right were swept down by him, and they were still struggling on the ground one by one.

But he didn't have time to take a breath. More people, more iron pots, dishes and wooden poles roared at him.

Su Yong sighed in his heart, and the powerful knife that had already condensed finally gushed out without reservation, scattering this pile of debris. At this time, he knew that it was pointless to say more. At that moment, he shouted loudly, and his whole body was like a huge sheathed knife, rushing into this group of broken copper and iron.

Next to his roaring figure, countless "people" were thrown, smashed and trampled. There was no tragic cry, only the jingle sound, just like an indestructible magic knife smashing the pot to sell iron, cutting vegetables and chopping meat.

Su Yong did not draw a bleeding knife at this time, but his body and torso was extremely strong. He hit it out casually. Some fragile "people" were beaten and fragmented in an instant. Those who still had souls were also broken hands and feet kept moving on the ground, which was so miserable.

But I don't know how many thousands of people are here. How did he kill them? What's more, some hard objects, such as kitchen knives and iron pots, seem to be immortal. Although he was seriously injured, somehow put together on the ground for a moment, he would stand up again, making his hands full of coal ash and sigh secretly.

He hit him all the way. Although he had not been hurt too much, the mourning god wrapped around him like an ant was really annoying. He knocked down hundreds of them at least, but at a glance, there were still countless heads in front of him, and there was still nothing on his face. It's called the look.

No. He slapped one of the mourners who came close to him and suddenly thought to himself: Since there are so many difficult monsters here, how can the other party be afraid of our team coming in? Normally, there are thousands of people here, more than the guards. Aren't the 200 people in our district sleepy for them? Why did they block the palace gate instead?

Since this is caused by a huge scene of ninjutsu for the other party, these mourning gods are probably summoned by some warlocks of the other party. This is just enough to deal with our whole team. Why do you have to spend so much effort for me?

Is it? He didn't stop with his hands and feet. He kept holding the weapons in front of him and thought, "Is this a scam? Can't you stand too many people present at all? As long as there are more people, the whole ninjutsu will be broken, and even these mourners will be recalled?

In front of him, he fought for a long time. Although there were people struggling to the ground everywhere, I'm afraid it would take half a day to put down all these monsters.

They came from afar to intimidate the emperor, but they didn't come here to have a fight. But as far as the murderer Liwei is concerned, they killed all the way to the palace, which was enough to shock the whole capital.

And you can't come here to fight against a pile of shabby things.

Moreover, I'm afraid it's early at noon now. They still have a lot of things to do, and they have to budget for the return time. It's really unnecessary to spend time on smashing the pot and selling iron.

Just as he was thinking, several things hit him. Although his body was like a knife, he was still somewhat painful when he was hit by these things. He was annoyed, the blood knife was pulled out, and the person in front of him was swept into a pile of rags in an instant.

And while he was fighting unstoppably on this long street, in some dark air, two people were talking in low Japanese in a low voice.

Hoshino Yamaguchi said, "Did you see it too? This person alone is so powerful, plus a group of iron-blooded soldiers and two extremely strong deputy men. Who can stop him?

Another person also sighed, "I didn't expect that thousands of mourners couldn't trap him. This man's bravery really has no opponent in the dwarf."

However, as they were talking in a low voice, Su Yong suddenly shouted, "General Yamaguchi, do you think such a pile of things can stop me? Don't think I don't know. It's just an illusion here. Don't think that making a few curtains and making a little light and shadow can confuse me.

Yamaguchi subconsciously laughed and said, "Then you can break it and have a look..."

Another person quickly raised his finger and said, "Silt."

However, it's too late.

At that moment, Su Yong had heard the direction of the source of the sound, and his footsteps fluttered. He quickly dodged the entangled mourning gods and rushed in their direction.

"It's not good. I've been tricked. Run away." The two rushed out from behind the dark blue curtain one after the other and escaped separately.

Su Yong just thought that since so many mourning gods gathered here, it must be because this scene blocked the sky, which was just beneficial to their activities. As long as they find the people behind the scenes or broke the shading scene, these mourning gods will naturally return to their original appearance.

But he came all the way and looked carefully. There was a light cyan background full of light and dark. He didn't know what was in the depths, but he was unable to break it for a while. At this time, he thought that since General Hoshino Yamaguchi was staring at him secretly, he could not say that it was gathering with the manipulators, so he deliberately said what he had just said, which really came in handy.

At this time, before others arrived, the sad knife wind of the blood knife had swept in violently, even if the two people escaped quickly, but the curtain in front of them, which was a key point of the whole scene, had been cracked by the knife wind.

With the sound of tearing cloth, a ray of skylight finally penetrated in from afar, and the mourners who were illuminated by this ray of sky below instantly turned into a lot of waste, quietly piled up on the ground, and there was no more sound.