Republic of China

Chapter 396: Stinging Curtain
Lu Xiucai has a habit that he has maintained for many years in private.

When you are alone, find a corner and kill yourself in the air.

Through three years of simulation and five years of training, he found countless ways to vent his hatred and take revenge.

Tonight, the time has finally come for my great wish to come true. Even if I kill Tsuchimikado Toaki, it will not be able to eliminate the anger and hatred in my heart, but it is better than nothing.

However, due to the situation, he had no chance to display his power.

Who would have thought that Cherry, who arrived halfway, would be the first to choose Tsuchimikado Toaki?
Isn’t it that your family has a blood feud with the Japanese?
Are you also suffering from the heart-wrenching pain day and night?
But at least there should be a first come first served principle, right?
Besides, your pain is not even a fraction of what I’ve suffered!

Lu Xiucai wished he could whip him with a whip dipped in chili oil until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled.

But he couldn't do it.

Because there are more than just Tsuchimikado Toaki Onmyoji present.

When Cherry took the lead in attacking, it was as if flying wood and rocks were hitting the lake from the top of the mountain, and the originally calm lake was suddenly filled with huge waves.

Just when Lu Xiucai was sending warm greetings to Cherry's family in his heart, several dark shadows attacked from behind!

Perhaps, his belief really wanted to drive him to kill his enemy, but his body's reaction was just the opposite.

Turn around.

Curved step.

The blood jade Bodhi on the arm is in front, and the combined and separated cloud board is in the back.

Make hand gestures and seals.

Three loud bell sounds came out of his mouth, which was deafening!
It seemed as if at this moment there was light and sand flowing, guarding the altar!

Then I saw a few evil shadows that seemed to be torn out from nothingness by some force. They turned out to be a few pieces of mysterious old bark in dark color, with complex and fine lines and shiny gloss.

Almost everything on Mount Sumeru turned into foam.

The mustached Yin-Yang master on the opposite side certainly had no idea what magic Lu Xiucai was using. At most, he could guess that it was somewhat similar to the Buddhist Lion's Roar.

In fact, I guessed the direction correctly.

The three phases of Brahma's wheel turning were personally taught by the old monk Hongguang. It is the integration of the three phases of panting, respiration and breathing, and can only be passed on to those with a clear mind.

It whistles and shakes the mountains, rushes down like thunder, and is good at destroying evil and bringing disaster!

Lu Xiucai didn't know what kind of magical power the opponent was using, but he had seen a lot and knew just by "smelling" that it was not something upright, so no matter what it was, he would break your escape first and then disperse your appearance!
And what the brothers are facing tonight is definitely not a small character.

Having just completed a round, Lu Xiucai was just trying to take a moment to catch his breath, after all, this move was too demanding on his voice. However, reality did not give him a chance at all, because the mustached Yin-Yang Master on the opposite side also saw through the clue.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to take advantage of the illness to kill someone?
The next moment, countless 'golden dots' splashed over.

It was not like the sudden appearance of light and sand just now, but it was real and dense.

Lu Xiucai's pupils contracted greatly, and he tried hard to figure out what was coming.

Who the hell scattered the millet! ?

Countless golden corns blew past Lu Xiucai, and in the blink of an eye, his hair and beard were covered with gold. From a distance, he looked like a deformed giant corn, which was a bit funny.

But Lu Xiucai was not happy at all.

Although these corns were harmless, he gradually felt his limbs becoming heavier and heavier as if they were filled with lead.

In the distance, the Yin-Yang master with a small mustache formed seals with one hand and his incantations became increasingly urgent.

In contrast, the corns under Lu Xiucai's feet turned into some kind of small magic circle. The corns were connected and fused, and they were also called golden strips that were winding up. If there were any corns longer than three inches, the tips would pierce the epidermis and penetrate deep into the blood vessels.

Just because we try to capture them alive doesn't mean we can't cripple them.

"Rice and grain are in my hands, and the first plate of the fifth leap year is ready!"

Suddenly, a curse was chanted in a clanging voice, and then countless burning paper money hit Lu Xiucai and turned into ashes, burning him so much that he screamed.

It hurts, for sure, because it is an open fire, not a magic fire. Liu Mangfan knows that his brother is in pain, but a serious illness requires strong medicine. If he delays any longer, the corns will definitely cut off his meridians.

There's nothing I can do. I'm getting old, and my reactions are always a beat slower than those of young people.

By the time they were ready to fight, the scholar had already exchanged several moves with the Japanese and was now at a disadvantage.

While throwing out the paper money, Liu Mangfan made a sword-like gesture with his left hand and placed his right palm in the air. Then he took out a slightly yellowed round plate from his arms with his left hand, which was obviously an object for the dead.

When the paper money was quickly burned to ashes, Lao Liu glared and shouted, then suddenly clenched his right palm towards Lu Xiucai.

"The main road leads to the Ming Pond, and the grass leaves its roots to wait for the coming spring!"

A whirlwind suddenly arose.

The falling ashes seemed to have life and flew back upside down towards Liu Mangfan, taking away all the contaminated corns, including the increasingly strange rice formation under Lu Xiucai's feet, leaving not a single grain behind. Finally, they all flew onto the round plate in Liu Mangfan's hand, forming a rice ash tower more than a foot high.

"It's really true that one kind of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people. I have lived for decades before I realized that millet can kill people."

As he spoke, Liu Mangfan slapped the rice tower apart. The countless corns mixed with paper ashes were no longer golden, but turned into a gloomy color, as if the grains that had been used as offerings in front of the grave had been moldy for too long.

After Lu Xiucai narrowly passed this hurdle, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

This is really Brother Liu's style. His techniques are crude and crude, but they are so effective that they are perfect in use.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang master with a small moustache, whose magic was broken, stopped casting spells. He stretched out his arms, turned his palms up, and muttered some strange incantation.

The light and shadows became blurred, and the night wind weakened by three points.

There was something blurry on both sides in front of Liu Mangfan and Lu Xiucai. After a blink of an eye, they could vaguely make out a few things similar to "gauze".

The two brothers thought they were seeing things, but after looking at each other, they could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Brother Liu, what does this bastard want to do?"

“I don’t know—Ahhhhh—”

"What the hell, Brother Liu!?"

Everything happened so fast that even if Lu Xiucai reacted quickly enough, he could only grab a handful of Liu Ge's curly hair, while the latter was dragged into the sand. The scream was not because of any fatal injury, but the pain of having his hair pulled out.

The situation did not give Lu Xiucai time to be distracted. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the things around him were becoming increasingly blurry, as if a thick mist was covering his eyes.

Ding!
Sparks fly!

Lu Xiucai held the bronze diamond hook and used the Su Qin's sword-carrying move to block some fierce attack. At this moment, he could not see a three-bladed dart being blocked and falling to the ground, and finally turned into ink and merged into the sand.

The mustached Yin-Yang master who was painting in front of the 'gauze' was slightly surprised. It was rare to see someone who was not knocked down by a single blow in the stinging curtain. This formation could not only turn the invisible into the visible, but also confuse people's five senses and eight consciousnesses. It was definitely not something that could be cracked by so-called intuition.

The only possibility is that this person is persistent.

Well, that depends on how long you can hold on.

Just as the mustached Yin-Yang master thought, Lu Xiucai felt as if he had fallen into a devil's cave, and his five senses and eight consciousnesses were being tortured repeatedly.

This feeling is much more terrifying than sitting on the mountain facing the wall for a hundred days or so. The fact that he didn't go crazy is already a sign of having a heart as hard as iron.

But now we have to deal with a fierce attack that may come from nowhere. You can imagine how difficult it is.

A square inch of golden roof?

It can only solve the siege temporarily, but will eventually be exhausted, and by then there will be no result except being at the mercy of others.

Open the Sakyamuni Lotus Formation?
But he couldn't tell the location of the Japanese soldier. If he couldn't reach him, all his efforts would be in vain. He had to use the little strength he had on the blade.

Just as Lu Xiucai was thinking quickly and racking his brains for a good way to break the impasse, a Yin-Yang master with a small mustache appeared behind a curtain three feet away and started to write brilliantly.

But after a while, two ink-and-wash ninjas in black clothes and black faces stepped out from the stinging curtain, each holding a short knife in hand and stabbing towards them.

The breath of death is unavoidable!

(End of this chapter)