Republic of China

Chapter 389 Old Yihe

Except for the unconscious Xie Xiaoya, no one knew Xie Jiuren's true identity. However, he was no different from Zhang Xiaogou. When one saw the way Xie Jiuren held the knife, one knew that he was no ordinary person.

The Japanese attendants had been on guard for a long time. After all, they had an absolute advantage in numbers. How could they not be defeated by a mere old man?

I don't know which one of the strange howls made the first person to rush out with a knife. With someone taking the lead, the servants rushed towards Xie Jiuren just like they had surrounded and killed Zhang Xiaogou before.

Only the secretary in the tea garden was still sitting there. He frowned and had a bad premonition in his heart, but he dispelled it in an instant.

Before facing the siege, Xie Jiuren took the initiative to attack!

His back is no longer hunched, and his steps are no longer as slow as when he was setting up a stall.

He held the knife in his left hand and killed the Japanese servant who attacked first.

When one fights many, whoever jumps higher will be killed first.

The leading attendant was horrified. In his eyes, Xie Jiuren was not an old man at all, but a ghost with bared fangs. He quickly raised his sword to block.

The sound is crisp and piercing!
The broken sword is like cutting ice and snow, moving forward unstoppably.

The short knife, which was an inch shorter and more dangerous, was like a divine axe that could split mountains.

With a crisp sound, the katana was cut off head-on, but the shado continued to move forward and split the Japanese servant's skull.

The stunning knife even made Zhang Xiaogou forget the pain.

Is the Japanese sword too fragile?

No.

He had come into contact with some high-end Japanese swords before, and their toughness was definitely not as bad as rumored.

This terrifying effect is entirely due to the angle and force.
When the Japanese attendant blocked with his sword, Xie Jiuren had already seen where the opponent's sword-holding action would cause the sword to be most vulnerable, and he exerted force a second time in the process of chopping with one hand, breaking the blade with an inch of force.

If he had held a long handle like the Miao Dao, the Japanese servant would have been split in two from head to toe.

But the visual impact at the moment is shocking enough.

In the rain of blood, Xie Jiuren did not stop. He rushed straight into the enemy group. Then one could hear the sound of weapons clashing and angry shouts. The weapons of the Japanese attendants were a little messy. It would have been fine if they had surrounded and killed them, but the chaotic battle did not allow them to take advantage of their numbers and long arms.

The nearest attendant swung his sword at him, and Xie Jiuren immediately took advantage of the situation and held the sword in his backhand, shifting the blade's edge away from the opponent's. When the sword reached the guardrail, Xie Jiuren turned his wrist and stabbed twice in succession, one to pierce the tendons of his hand and the other to stab his throat.

Quick, decisive and ruthless, no dragging your feet!
A sound of breaking air came from behind. Xie Jiuren raised his left arm without looking back and passed through the opponent's arms that were chopping down.

There were several more streaks of blood. The Japanese servant never saw clearly how Xie Jiuren's sword moved until his death. He knelt on the ground with his hands covering his throat in grief and anger until the end of his life.

There will be no casualties, no exceptions.

The demeanor of Lao Yihe is so stunning that one must risk one's life to appreciate it.

Zhang Xiaogou was so frightened and confused that he could not imagine such a scene no matter how hard he tried.

Is this the old man who ignored visitors at the school gate?
Are you sure it’s not some great master from the previous dynasty?!

It's the same knife, but how come it's as unstoppable as a divine weapon in his hand! ?

It’s ridiculous that I used to boast in Haikou that when it comes to playing with knives, Yanhuang is the grandfather of the Japanese. Now, I think I am just a good grandson, and the uncle selling sugarcane is the real grandfather.

The secretary in the tea garden has disappeared at this moment.
Looking at Xie Jiuren again, he was always fighting with a knife in close combat. Even if the Japanese servants did not intend to keep a distance, it was useless. His body movements were as sharp as lightning and unpredictable, and there were always Japanese soldiers around him who could be killed.

Another knife was seen stabbing towards Xie Jiuren's knee at an extremely tricky angle, just as he had just slashed the throat of a Japanese soldier with his knife. He could not draw his knife to rescue in a short period of time. As long as he lost his ability to move, he would be hacked to death.

Return the knife?

You don't have to.

Xie Jiuren bent his legs, stood on one leg, and pressed down the opponent's knife-wielding hand with one knee. After he landed on the ground, the sharp sound of bones being broken could be clearly heard.

He wanted to scream out in pain, but all that came out were blood bubbles and cold air pouring into his throat.

It is no exaggeration to say that the old man is extremely powerful.

At first, Zhang Xiaogou also thought so.

but.

His longing look instantly turned into doubt, and was quickly replaced by fear.

wrong!

No no no!!!

The old man's pace slowed down! This was by no means a sign of weakness to the enemy. Even if the old man made up for it with his sword, it was difficult to reverse the decline.

Zhang Xiaogou finally realized the true meaning of the words spoken by the storytellers.

The world sighs.

The beauty’s hair turns white, and the hero’s hair turns gray.

There came a moment when he couldn't dodge in time.

Xie Jiuren was kicked in the back and was stabbed twice in the lower back as he staggered.

As he leaned forward, he seized the Japanese attendant in front of him, and stabbed his heart with his sword, laughing loudly with blood on his face, like a hungry tiger rushing down the mountain.

"You bastard, did you learn how to use a knife from your mistress in bed? Your skills are too weak. They are much worse than those from 20 or 30 years ago. Come on, continue. Let me cut you into pieces!"

Then he shouted loudly at Zhang Xiaogou who was digging sugarcane crazily, and he was very excited.

"Don't worry, grandson-in-law. I'll kill a few more times and I'll teach you how to do it!"

After hearing that, Zhang Xiaogou was distracted for a moment, and then he broke the sugarcane even more frantically. Seeing Xie Jiuren trapped in the chaos of swords, his eyes were furious and tears had already burst out.

It turns out that the old man who was always laughing and joking was Xiaoya's relative.
It turns out that the reason he only taught me once was not because he had a weird temper, but because he was willing to sacrifice his life.
Before, the Japanese attendants thought that Zhang Xiaogou and her woman would have no chance to escape, so they concentrated on dealing with Xie Jiuren. Now, when they saw that he was about to rush out, they immediately sent some people to finish him off.

"How dare you, little devil, come at me!!!"

Zhang Xiaogou, who was becoming more and more crazy, finally pushed aside the scattered sugarcanes, picked up a Japanese sword with his left hand and rushed forward angrily.

Seeing this situation, Xie Jiuren did not scold, but felt helpless as a hero in his twilight years. He had thought that with his own abilities he could at least wipe out the Japanese devils here.

What can I do? What can I do?

If I can't do it myself, the two little ones will never be able to escape.

Not only has his vow to stop killing been broken, but even his only bloodline cannot be saved.

This life
Xie Jiuren smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face showed even more murderous intent, and he completely let go.

Old Yihe is still old Yihe after all. Even the ember of his life is brilliant enough.

"I can't kill enough! The only thing I can't kill enough is the damn Japs! Ah! Come - come again!"

Although twenty or thirty years had passed, the Japanese attendants present could truly feel why their predecessors were reluctant to mention the war, especially when facing Chinese farmers armed with swords and guns.

If they were all like the old man in front of him, it would be really scary.

How many has he killed?

Seven or eight?

Ten twenty?

Even if we really kill him, how many of our men will be left alive?
While they were fighting for their lives in the courtyard, they didn't know that three people in the main hall had a panoramic view of most of what was happening.

These were elite Onmyoji sent by Tsuchimikado Toaki. They were ordered to intercept the Oracle, but they did not expect to see such a melee.

That’s not bad, it saves a lot of effort.

Wait until the dust settles below before picking the melons.

Just as the three Yin-Yang masters were eating melons and watching the show, they suddenly found a few wooden lumps rolling to the soles of their feet. They were round and looked like children's smiling faces.

"Baby sleeping~covered with flower quilt~"

"If the baby doesn't sleep, he will be beaten with a stick~"

The wooden lump made unclear, childish sounds with a distinct Qilu accent, and its sophistication was shocking enough.

Although the Onmyojis were quite knowledgeable and had encountered many gods and ghosts, this was the first time they had seen such an exquisite object. Compared to it, the Western music box was nothing but shit.

The visual impact was so great that several Onmyojis were stunned for a moment, looking as if they had never seen the world.

But what’s even more outrageous is yet to come.

Without warning, a few wooden lumps "opened" and swelled up, turning into fist-sized wooden figures holding hammers. Then they suddenly jumped high and actually jumped up to hit the Onmyojis with the hammers.

But the hammer has densely packed metal teeth on it, which makes people's scalps numb.

It's a bit too much to call it a children's toy.
(End of this chapter)