My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 477 Hattori Hanzo

At night, you can vaguely hear the sound of distant waves, and the smelly sea breeze blows past the island called Hokuriku.

This is one of the Japanese islands. The night in the distance was lit up by flames. A military fortress was burned into a sheet of fire. The Japanese were everywhere screaming in panic.

The old man in black warrior uniform stood on the top of a high mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at everything with indifferent eyes. When the wind blew, his clothes would fly up. The ancient sword hanging on his waist was tied with Hongying's leather reins were also shaking slightly.

The old man's eyes reflected that the military camp was devoured by fire, which he had set secretly in the night. This was already the seventh Japanese military camp he had burned.

In a battle formation, personal force may pale in comparison, but when it comes to sneak attacks, the higher the martial arts, the more obvious the effect.

That day, he secretly attacked the Japanese general Date Masamune in the street. After cutting off one of his hands and escaping, he set his sights on the Japanese's more important ships, military camps, and baggage.

However, the ships and baggage were extremely tightly guarded, and the military camp was so huge that it was impossible for the other party to guard it without blind spots. As long as he seized the opportunity, he would choose the right weather and light the felt tents in the camp. The flames often followed the wind. Together, the fire can spread quickly.

Although it is impossible to effectively kill the Japanese, it is of great help to suppress the opponent's morale.

This is the only thing that can be done to repay the kindness of the Xia Emperor.

The screams of the burning Japanese came from a distance through the night. Du Yichu took one last look at the Japanese military camp where the fire was spreading, turned around and left the cliff at his feet and fled into the forest. He walked quickly, tapping the fallen leaves on the ground without making the slightest sound. .

Leaving this mountain, Du Yichu followed the route he had memorized before and came to a hill not far from the east coast. This was the place he had been looking for during the day.

There was a newly built temple in the mountains and forests, and the Japanese monk inside was killed by him. He originally saw that the man was a monk, so he planned to let him go and find another place to rest.

But the monks in this temple are just a group of Japanese pirates who look like monks on the outside but are still beasts on the inside. The temple is not big and there are several women hidden in them. They have been tricked into offering sacrifices from other villages for their enjoyment.

So he killed them casually. As for those Japanese women, in his opinion, they were desecrating the Buddhist temple, so he simply sent these women to follow the footsteps of Japanese monks.

There is no village near this temple, and no one will come here. After burning the military camp and returning here, the corpse in the temple is still on the ground, maintaining the same movements as before death.

Du Yichu lit the oil lamp, took a look at the Buddha statue in the middle of the temple, then went to the firewood shed behind the temple, found dead branches and lit it. He also found some dried meat and grains, put a small pot on the fire, and tore the dried meat into pieces. Cut into strips and cooked with millet into a pot of porridge.

The barren mountains and ridges are deserted.

The temple shrouded in black woods was illuminated by the eerie moonlight. In the silence, there were insects chirping in the corners.

The old man looked at the small pot where the heat was gradually rising and coughed from time to time.

He was not injured, nor was he infected by the plague, but his body was no longer as good as when he was in his prime. Even though he was already a master, his body was still declining. The old man clearly felt that after these days of fighting, his end was approaching.

After sitting on the futon for a while, the pot of meat porridge on the fire was also cooked.

The old man raised the small pot to his feet to cool it a little, and started eating from the small pot. Perhaps because of his old age, he didn't eat much. After finishing his meal in small bites, he put down the small pot, stood up slowly, and untied his belt from his waist. He held the ancient sword and turned his head to look at the Buddha statue on the lotus platform in the middle.

"Sir, please show up...I've followed you all the way. Thank you for your hard work."

The forest is quiet at night, with the occasional sound of night birds heard, and the treetops in the forest rustling softly against the eaves.

The Buddha statue sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform seemed to be looking this way with numb eyes following the old man's words.

The mountain wind blew in from the forest outside, inciting the flames slightly. The moment the rising sparks floated towards the Buddha statue, the flames fell down with a roar, and the sparks filled the air. It seemed as if a square piece of skin was peeled off from the Buddha statue and flew towards the old man. The dark ancient sword trembled and cut open the square brown cloth. At the same time, three black shadows almost roared from behind with the sound of wind and thunder. to.

When...when...

With two consecutive sounds, the blade of the knife deflected the flying black shadow. Among the mixed sparks, the old man flew back to avoid the third one. With a bang, the stone pillar that had entered the hall penetrated from behind again, carrying a piece of sand and stone. , nailed to the earthen wall behind.

It was a pitch-black cross dart. The old man had seen it once during his three years on the island. It was called a shuriken. However, the next moment, a sound like chopping the air echoed with the ancient sword in his hand, and metal collided. A shrill sound tore through the night sky.

A figure flew down from the Buddha statue.

The man was covered in black clothes and wore shoulder armor on both shoulders. He had a slender knife in his hand, one foot five inches long, and struck the old man in mid-air. There was a sound of metal and iron colliding, and Du Yichu also smashed the opponent's weapon away with a very fast knife.

The knife edge intersected with the knife edge, and sparks flew out. Before the man landed, he flipped in the air and said lightly in Japanese: "Ghost Wheel Flash!"

With a flash of his body, the weapon in his hand unleashed a round of sword energy. In front of the Buddha statue, the flames were encouraged to sway wildly. Under the light of the fire, the sword energy seemed to become visible to the naked eye, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the old man.

At the entrance of the Buddhist hall, fire and dust were rushed towards him by the light of the sword. Du Yichu snorted. The ancient sword in his hand did not have any fancy, and he slashed out with the same slash, directly splitting the sword energy. The old man took a step, and the dust on the ground It blew away in an instant, and the moment the blade in his hand dispersed the opponent's sword energy, he also cut out a sword light.

boom!

Ten steps away, the Buddha statue and the lotus platform were directly split in half. Amidst the rolling rocks and mud, the Japanese in black came down from the roof, chasing the evading old man with hidden weapons in their hands and nailing them in a row. As soon as it hit the ground, there was an explosion of energy.

The old man ran forward, kicked off the wall, turned around, and flew towards the Japanese assassin who was descending. His long knife split the air and collided with the short knife in the opponent's hand. The moment the two of them landed together, the sound of "呯呯呯呯" was heard. In the air, the bonfire on the ground swayed crazily, and the shadows on the wall between the two of them collided crazily.

This Japanese assassin is the most powerful person the old man has seen in the past three years. He has superb sword skills, extremely agile skills, and hidden weapon skills. In the blink of an eye, the old man has quickly killed more than twenty knives with the opponent.

After Du Yichu blocked the opponent with his sword, he moved his steps, turned around and struck with his backhand, forcing the Japanese assassin to take a step back. However, the latter seemed to be aware of the power of the sword that the old man was about to strike. The moment he stepped back, he threw something in his hand and hit it. on the ground.

The old man's sword struck the ground with an afterimage, creating a ravine and at the same time, the Buddhist temple was filled with smoke.

At this time, the line of sight was affected, and the other party was in the dark, so he could not make a sound. The old man stood there, closed his eyes, and twitched his ears slightly, using his voice to identify the other party's position.

rustle……

The sound of extremely small footsteps was approaching from behind quickly. Du Yichu turned around and slashed. A figure appeared in the smoke in an instant. He had already slashed out the short sword. The Japanese assassin who rushed over suddenly dwarfed when he collided with the ancient sword. , approached Du Yichu from below the ancient sword.

Ninja Technique: Obscure Ground Slash!

The old man raised his foot and kicked out.

There was a muffled sound in the air between the two of them.

……

In the firelight, the two figures who were close to each other flew backwards and hit the earth walls on both sides, shaking the Buddhist temple and causing countless dust to fall.

(End of this chapter)