Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

The eyes were as bright as stars, with golden flames boiling in them, and they took in everything in the place.

At the top of Tianmen Peak in Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei was sitting cross-legged under a crooked tree with lush branches and leaves.

One of his eyes was just like usual, plain and without any sparkle, while the other eye was overflowing with Qi and flashing a dazzling blue light.

If you could see through the blue light, you could see that his eyes were sharp and his pupils seemed to reflect all kinds of images.

However, those pictures were not of mountain scenery, but of a battlefield covered in ice and snow, soldiers with live ammunition, and old men holding long swords...

It was the scene of Yangjiatun outside the Great Wall.

Although Zhang Zhiwei did not go to the battlefield in person these days, he was well aware of the situation on the battlefield.

In addition to the immortals conveying messages to him, he also used his dual hands to leave a trace of his consciousness in the souls of several disciples who were sent out to perform rituals.

Through this consciousness, he can observe what the disciples see and hear without them noticing, and can even use this consciousness to influence their actions. When necessary, he can even take over their bodies directly.

It is somewhat similar to the immortals' performance of rituals, but the principles are different. When the immortals perform rituals, their entire souls possess the acupoints, so they carry extremely powerful power, while his is just a thought, and the power contained in it is very little.

Therefore, even if he used this wisp of consciousness to occupy the body of this disciple, it would be difficult for him to resist the old Japanese pirate named Yagyu Tajima no Kami in front of him.

As for the spirits of immortals who come out to possess others, not to mention that their souls and bodies are one and cannot leave their bodies alone,
Even if he could leave his body, he wouldn't.

The other party had set a trap and even wanted to kill him in his prime. How could he come as a soul? That would be like tying his own hands and feet and stepping into the trap.

However, he couldn't just ignore this matter.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and blazing lightning shot out from above his head, forming a lightning incarnation behind him that looked and shaped exactly like him.

The incarnation hovered in the air, and Zhang Zhiwei began to mobilize his own Qi and the power of faith, and continued to bless the lightning incarnation.

The place we are going to this time is very far and the opponent is very strong, so this lightning incarnation needs to absorb as much power as possible.

Powerful force was poured into the incarnation. Lightning like tree branches spread around it. The blue and white incarnation shone brightly like a small sun.

The "little sun" was too close to the top of the mountain. The crooked tree below was trembling and its straight trunk bent again.

Zhang Zhiwei took a look at the crooked tree and felt a little uncomfortable.

How did such a thick tree develop such flexibility?

Can a tree trunk that requires two people to hug be bent just like that?

Is it because the evolutionary ability is too strong, or is it because he is too cowardly? !
Zhang Zhiwei complained in his heart and increased the output of his hands. When the lightning incarnation reached the limit of the force it could bear, he stopped moving. With a thought, the lightning incarnation broke through the air like a dragon and turned into a bolt of lightning that shot straight into the sky.

The lightning disappeared, and the crooked tree that was bent so much that it was almost lying on the ground suddenly straightened its trunk, and its leaves swayed rhythmically as if it was gasping for breath.

the other side.

At the Yangjiatun battlefield, the Japanese sword master Yagyu Tajima-no-kami walked into the reeds with his sword in hand.

Behind him followed several warriors, some of whom were good at kendo, karate, and sumo, all of whom were top-notch experts.

Wu Gensheng's heart sank when he saw this. Even if he was fighting the old swordsman alone, he wouldn't have a complete chance of winning, not to mention that the old swordsman was followed by a group of helpers.

"It seems like we have to give it a try. This unexpected situation is really not pleasant."

Wu Gensheng sighed in his heart, looked back, then looked at the sky, and then he rushed towards Yagyu Tajima-no-kami.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader. Let's get rid of this old man first...

Wu Gensheng narrowed his eyes and calmly hid the box gun in his sleeve. In terms of actual boxing and kicking skills, he was not confident that he could beat the old man, but with a little bit of sneakiness, he felt a little hope.

When Wu Gensheng moved, all the monsters around him also moved, and the reeds rustled.

Hearing the sound, the Japanese pirate soldiers outside raised their guns in unison, pointed the muzzles at the place where the sound came from, and waited for the order to pull the trigger.

"Wait a minute..."

Yagyu Tajima no Kami raised his hand and was about to order people not to shoot. This was a strange matter and he had to solve it in his own way.

These days, some of the new generation of strange people keep up with the times and like to use dishonest methods and hide ulterior motives.

But most of the older generation of aliens look down on those who use firearms such as guns and cannons.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami was such a person, but before he could say anything, a series of bullets were fired at him.

"Clang, sonorous..."

Sparks flew like rain, and a large number of flattened bullets fell to the ground with a clang. Although Yagyu Tajima no Kami was old, he was very fast in drawing his sword. The katana in his hand was slashing like a frame, and he blocked all the bullets shot at him.

"This knife is faster than mine!"

When Wu Gensheng saw this scene, he sighed in his heart. If such an attack was coming towards him, he would not be sure that he could block it all.

Of course, he could dodge, but dodging a bullet and catching a bullet head-on were two completely different things, and the difficulty level was simply not on the same level.

The long sword was spinning between the fingers of Yagyu Tajima-no-kami. He stared at Wu Gensheng without deviation, and walked quickly forward, rushing towards him. Along the way, there were several Quanxing monsters blocking his way.

He swung the knife casually, and no blood was drawn, but the Quan Xing people did not move. A fine and dense line of blood appeared on their necks.

The blood line expanded rapidly and then gushed out, dyeing the reeds red. Several heads fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"Your lives are as light as a feather." He said calmly.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami did not use Qi in these sword attacks, they were just pure slashing. But even so, even though several Quanxing members tried their best, they still couldn't withstand it.

Wu Gensheng didn't even look at the bodies of those disciples. He had already reminded them just now, but even though he was the leader, there was no way to make his disciples obey his orders completely.

The reason why these people acted so rashly just now was simply because they felt that the old Japanese pirate wielding a knife was a little too pretentious.

You're just a little dwarf, why are you acting like this? Let grandpa meet you, but this time they picked the wrong target, and your head and body were separated.

After killing the disciple of Ji Quanxing, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami did not stop and forcefully cut into the reeds.

From time to time, bullets were shot at him from the darkness. He could have used the protective light to block these bullets, but he did not do so. No matter how tricky the bullets were, he cut them all with one sword.

He is a very stubborn person. He doesn't use swords, firearms, and he even doesn't like to use Qi.

He stubbornly believed that a swordsman should fight to the death. If he relied too much on the long-range killing power of sword energy, why not practice Yin Yang Taoism and Shintoism?
"Clang!"

He swung the long sword in his hand and chopped towards Wu Gensheng's face. The half-meter-thick Qi wall with the effect of divine enlightenment in front of Wu Gensheng had no effect on Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami and was torn into pieces by the sword in an instant.

Although it had no effect on Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami, Mugensou still continued to maintain the chi of the divine spirit.

After all, he couldn't figure out the character of Yagyu Tajima-no-kami. Now the other party didn't use Qi, but only a knife. What if he pulled the gods' help and the other party used some other tricks again?
Moreover, maintaining the protection of the gods can also prevent the Japanese pirates who have no moral principles from secretly attacking.

The short-statured Yagyu Tajima Mori used his sword to chop Huashan on the head. There was no Qi on his sword, but it carried the ultimate sword intent and sword force. This sword condensed his sixty years of sword skills. Wu Gensheng could not block it and could only dodge.

The sword slashed through the air, and even without the blessing of sword energy, it still cut through the air, leaving a white air shock wave in the air, which moved backwards in an arc, cutting off a few reeds before dissipating.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of long swords slashing through the air was endless. Yagyu Tajima-no-kami's attacks were continuous and fierce, and there was murderous intent at every step.

Wu Gensheng's response can be said to be full of fear and danger at every step. It was like walking on the edge of a knife. If he was not careful, he would fall into an irretrievable situation.

In the past, Wu Gen Sheng Mian always fought with bare hands or with pistols, and rarely used cold weapons. But this time, he rarely took out a dagger and fought with the opponent.

He picked up this dagger from the body of a disciple who had just died.

There was no way. The opponent's long sword, which had been refined for many years, was too sharp. It would be easy to cut your hand if you tried to block it with bare hands.

But even so, it was still very difficult for him to deal with it. The opponent's close combat ability was more than one level stronger than his. If he did not find a suitable opportunity to fire a sneak shot, defeat was only a matter of time.

"Clang!"

He held the knife with both hands and raised it up suddenly, barely blocking the opponent's long knife.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami pressed his sword down, and with a sharp scratching sound, the blade of the long sword cut into the blade of the short sword, and the two sides wrestled with each other.

"At such a young age, he has already achieved such a high level of life cultivation. The young are truly formidable. I don't want to chop off the head of a genius with my own hands. We really have different positions..."

Although Yagyu Tajima-no-kami said it was a pity, he continued to press the knife down, trying to split Wu Gensheng in half along with the knife.

Wu Gensheng gritted his teeth and used his shoulder to hold the back of the short knife, which had been cut more than half, to stop it from going further down. Then he shook his hand, and the box gun hidden in his sleeve slid down and fell into the palm of his hand.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Yagyu Tajima-no-kami, and the trigger was pulled suddenly.

"boom!"

The firing pin hit the primer, and flames and kinetic energy burst out from the chamber, pushing the brass bullet towards the center of Yagyu Tajima's eyebrows.

"idiot!"

Yagyu Tajima no Kami shouted angrily, and a strong momentum burst out from his body. He quickly broke free, flipped like a kite, flew backwards, and finally stood on the tall reeds.

"Clang!"

The broken dagger flipped in mid-air and finally stuck under Wu Gensheng's feet, leaving a deep scar on his shoulder that was visible to the bone.

Wu Gensheng's life cultivation is very high, and his physical strength is not much inferior to that of a horizontal training master. Although this knife looks scary, it is not a serious injury to him. Of course, if it were Zhang Huaiyi, he might have been cut in half by the knife diagonally across the shoulder.

"Did it succeed? The shot just now should have hit the target!"

Wu Gensheng was breathing heavily, controlling the contraction of the muscles on his shoulder to close the huge cut and stop the bleeding. His eyes were fixed on Yagyu Tajima no Kami.

A ninja seized the opportunity, suddenly appeared, and attacked Wu Gensheng's defenseless back.

Wu Gensheng continued to stare at Yagyu Tajima-no-kami without even turning his head, but he suddenly stretched out his right hand backwards, slapped the long sword away with the back of his hand, then reached forward, grabbed the ninja's head, and then exerted force.

With a "pop", it burst like a watermelon.

Although he killed the ninja who attacked him by surprise, Wu Gensheng's face became increasingly uglier.

The Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami on the opposite side opened his mouth and spat out a deformed bullet and a few bloody teeth. His mouth was full of blood, but he grinned:

"Little devil, I will make sure you die miserably!"

Yagyu Tajima no Kami was very angry, but he was not angry because he was injured. Being injured was an honor for a samurai. If he was injured in a duel, he would only respect his opponent more.

But what made him angry was that the other party was so unsportsmanlike that he launched a sneak attack and shot arrows in a fair duel, and even used the firearms that he despised the most.

He swore to cut the little devil in front of him into pieces to relieve his hatred.

"This old devil has really tough teeth. He just lacks luck!"

Wu Gensheng pulled the trigger hard, but there was no response. The extremely cold weather in Northeast China froze the bullets in the magazine and caused them to jam, so he only fired one bullet. If he could fire one more, he would definitely be able to blow up the old Japanese pirate's head.

"My plan failed, it was God's will!"

Wu Gensheng looked around, turned around and ran. There was no reason for him to fight to the death with this old man. As long as he could lead the old man away, the others could fight a street battle in the reeds.

The direction he ran was exactly the same direction Zhang Huaiyi had run before. Although Zhang Huaiyi had run before, he did not run too far. Instead, he watched from a distance and waited for the right time to act.

His name is Zhang Huaiyi, he can't be completely disloyal.

"Damn, this guy is coming towards me!" Seeing this, Zhang Huaiyi cursed inwardly but did not run away.

If he were left to deal with the old man alone, he would definitely run as far away as possible.

But if he was with Wu Gensheng, he felt he had an 80% chance of killing the old man.

"coward!"

Without thinking, Yagyu Tajima-no-kami chased in the direction where Mugensheng fled.

But after taking only one step, he stopped.

Wu Gensheng, who was running wildly backwards, also stopped.

They all looked up at the sky, and saw under the gloomy sky in the distance, the sound of thunder was getting closer and closer, and a thundercloud was surging towards them.

Lightning flashed through the air, like countless electric snakes twisting.

Everyone in Yangjiatun looked up tremblingly.

In the sky, a bright silver figure came with lightning. His pressure was so terrifying that people mistakenly thought that the god of thunder had descended. (End of this chapter)