Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 453: Flowing Cloud Sword (First Update)
"All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated have uncertain natures and consciousnesses. Their bad habits lead to karma, while good habits bear fruit. They do good or evil, and are born according to circumstances. They revolve in the five realms, stopping to rest and moving through countless aeons. They are confused and entangled, like fish swimming in a net. They will be caught in a long stream, escaping for a while, only to be caught again. I worry about such people. Since you have fulfilled your past vows and made solemn vows for countless aeons to save sinners, why should I worry?

Wang Wuyan, I owe you and Wan'er a lot in this life. Today, I will use this "Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" to wish you no more worries in your next life and a life of joy..."

Wu Man and the old master Wang sat facing each other and chanted scriptures to pray for his soul to be reborn.

His back was completely exposed to the enemy below.

The dozen or so Japanese warriors who came to the attic on orders did not hesitate. They soared into the sky like night owls and drew their swords.

The blade was pointing at the back of Wu Man, who was sitting with her back to them.

"laugh!"

A sudden laugh came from Wu Man, who was sitting with her back to them.

The moment these dozen Japanese warriors heard the laughter, they were struck by lightning, stopped their killing intent, and fell back to the ground.

Before they could calm down from the shock of being struck by lightning, they saw Wu Man in the attic stand up and turn around to look down.

A pair of bright and restrained eyes suddenly turned dark at some point, like a deep cave.

The five aggregates are empty. The great method of the devil who is free from all suffering!

Wu Man clasped his hands together and stood still. Waves of unclear and incomprehensible Buddhist chanting came out of his mouth and echoed in the attic.

The Japanese soldiers, who should have opened fire the moment Wu Man made any unusual movement, did not make any move, because their minds were controlled the moment they looked into Wu Man's dark eyes.

In other words, these dozen or so Japanese warriors with great skills are still struggling to hold on.

But this resistance was in vain. Wu Man's spiritual cultivation was far superior to those Japanese warriors who were forced to grow up too fast. Before they finished reading the scriptures, they put down their weapons like the Japanese soldiers around them. They looked at Wu Man who was standing on the attic and looking at them with pious eyes and sacred expressions, as if he were a god.

"My Lord, please give us instructions!"

As one of them spoke, all the devils whose minds were controlled by Wu Man using his magic of transforming the devil into a free devil knelt down towards Wu Man who was in the attic.

Wu Man said nothing, but walked slowly down the stairs with a lit oil lamp under the gaze of these puppets, and finally took another look at the corpse of the old master Wang in the attic.

With a wave of his hand, the oil lamp shattered, and the flames spread as the fire spread, filling the entire attic and thick smoke billowed.

Even though the fire was spreading in the attic, the Japanese soldiers controlled by Wu Man remained kneeling and motionless, waiting for Wu Man's orders.

After doing all this, Wu Man just sat on the ground.

He pointed at the Japanese soldiers outside who were shouting and screaming because of the fire in the attic, and said softly: "Kill."

"Hi Yi!"

There was no hesitation at all, and he didn't care about the flames on his body.

The dozen or so Japanese warriors and nearly a hundred devils who were supposed to take back the bodies of Wu Man and old master Wang turned their guns and killed their own people outside the house.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire that had subsided as Quan Xing was surrounded and killed one by one rang out again.

The instigator, Wu Man, was bathing in the fire of karma and quietly reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"If I don't go to hell, who will? Amitabha."

Under the raging fire, the beams collapsed, burying old Master Wang and Wu Man in the ruins of the study building where they had finally taken shelter.

Wu Man, a famous figure in Quanxing, died in battle at the age of 62.
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Arsenal, where Fucheng was planned to be built.

When the Japanese prince who was responsible for maintaining the construction of Fucheng heard the gunshots again from the living area and the welfare area in the distance, he was not surprised but happy.

Because in his vision, more and more blood Qi was pouring into the coffin enshrined in the center of the altar, and then transformed into wisps of pure Qi that flowed along the altar into the bodies of the aliens from the four forces on their side, as well as their leaders.

Even Matsui Iwane, who had been watching from the side, felt the changes in his body.

After a serious illness, his decayed body, which was nearly sixty years old, is regaining vitality.

The weakness and fatigue are receding and the spirit is growing.

"Your Excellency?!"

"Have you felt it too, Commander? This is Fucheng. The warriors of the Empire, the blood of the Chinese, and the dragon veins that roam across this land have all gathered here. As long as we succeed, we will soon have an army composed entirely of aliens. With the Empire's industry, we will be invincible! Cheer for this moment, Commander. You will witness the birth of the Empire's first Fucheng!"

Matsui Iwane was excited. He indeed felt the changes in his body. As long as he regained a healthy and energetic body, he would be able to continue to hold power in the military.

Instead of having to retreat behind the scenes as you get older.

Although he could also control his own direct lineage to continue to maintain his own interests, he prefers the feeling of holding power in his own hands.

"Okay, do you need me to dispatch more people?"

"Don't be so anxious, Commander. The other party has just made a move. We have so many cards. Why are we in such a hurry?"

"Yes, it was my negligence."

As the two were talking, they also heard faint explosions coming from a distance.

Just when Matsui Iwane thought he had misheard, a staff officer came jogging from the building and reported loudly.

"Report to the commander, the four city gates in the north and east of the city have been destroyed. The enemy is currently unknown and the number is unknown!"

"I see. Considering this gate leading to the south of the city, why didn't they choose to concentrate their forces to break through one place at this time, but instead divided their forces? Your Excellency, it seems that they really have no other options."

"Then I don't need to teach you how to do it, Commander."

"Of course, order the 16th Division and the Military Police to attack and annihilate the enemy! Also, notify Commander Hasegawa Kiyoshi in Shimonoseki and have his gunboats on standby."

"Hi Yi!"

"Wait a moment," the Japanese prince heard the order given by Matsui Iwane to the staff officer and stopped the staff officer. Then he looked at the leaders of the four alien forces around him, "Mr. Yagyu, Mr. Kujo, Mr. Hattori, Mr. Takahashi, it's time for your people to move."

"Aren't they allowed to stay here any longer?"

"Fucheng can already operate on its own. Except for the necessary people, the rest of them are just wasting resources. They have reached the end of their rope."

"In that case, Nine Lights Sword Alliance, Iga Shadow Clan, you go to the north of the city to provide support!"

"Black Dragon Group, Imperial God Sect, go to the south of the city to provide support."

"Hi Yi!"

Following the orders given by the leaders of the four Japanese alien forces, except for a very small number who stayed here and enjoyed the improvement in their cultivation brought by the Fucheng Plan, the rest followed the army's mobilization and headed to the south and north of the main urban area to block the famous and righteous people and Quanxing disciples who were leading their people to evacuate.

The very few who remain are the core of the core for the four Japanese alien forces.

It is the backbone force that will protect this Fucheng when it is completely formed.

His status is equivalent to the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu Palace, the four direct disciples and the seven attendant immortals of Biyou Palace.

According to the affiliation of the four Japanese alien forces, they are:
The Nine-Star Sword Alliance - the Five-Star Sword Star, whose five stars correspond to gold, wood, water, fire and earth respectively;
Imperial Shinto - Four Elders;
Iga Kageshu-Ten Warriors;
Black Dragon Group - Twelve Generals, a total of thirty-one people.

Adding the leaders of the four Japanese alien forces and the coffin standing in the center of the altar in Fucheng, there are exactly thirty-six Tiangang.

Like stars surrounding the moon, they surrounded the Japanese prince who was appointed as the lord of Fucheng, and waited together for Fucheng to be completely formed.

"Okay, now it's our turn to sit at the altar."

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the four Japanese alien forces flashed and came to the positions of their respective forces in the altar, and began to accept the true qi offerings from the Fucheng altar. The Japanese prince also walked towards the standing coffin in the center of the altar.

There was a cushion left for him in front of the coffin. As the most important city lord in the Fucheng plan, he naturally had to sit in the center.

"Your Excellency, what should I do next?"

"You are the commander. Do you need me to teach you what to do? Just have your men guard this place. A distinguished guest will arrive soon."

"Distinguished guest? Could it be..."

"How can the coming of the God of War not require sacrifices? The alien king, he is the best sacrifice."

As he spoke, the coffin in the center of the altar was shaking, as if responding to the words of the Japanese prince.

"Look, the God of War can't wait any longer, just do your job."

"Hi Yi!"

As the four leaders of the Japanese alien forces entered the battle, the Japanese prince sat in the center of the altar, and the unusual movement of the coffin in the center of the altar eased.

Matsui Iwane looked at everything that had been arranged before him, and silently returned to the building behind him, waiting for Wang Yi's arrival.
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It is located east of the main urban area, close to the eastern suburbs, and outside the city are endless hills and woodlands.

At this time, the righteous disciples led by Zhang Dong of Liuyun Sword were working with the defeated troops in the city to break open the city gates and cover the retreat of the people.

The streets were filled with flames and stray bullets.

Amidst the hail of bullets, an iron sword was circling in the air. The smoke of war prevented the fighting parties from noticing the iron sword circling in the air.

"Fly the sword! Draw it out of the sheath!"

Following the sword master's order, the iron sword whistled and shot towards a group of Japanese soldiers below who were building a blockade with heavy machine guns and hiding in bunkers made of sandbags and bricks.

The sword flashed past, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were beheaded by the sword, and there was no movement.

Zhang Dong sheathed his sword, and the defeated soldiers following him also consciously entered the bunker, picked up the heavy machine guns and mortars in the bunker, aimed at the back, and some people moved away the barricades, signaling the people following behind them to pass.

"Hurry! Hurry up! Once we are out of the city and into the forest, we will be safe."

At this moment, several screams were heard from above, and several mortar shells fell on the street and buildings on both sides. The shells fell, houses collapsed, and thick smoke billowed.

Before Zhang Dong and his men could organize the people to evacuate, he saw a group of Japanese warriors rushing out from the end of the street, killing anyone they saw.

In an instant, the fleeing crowd was cut in half.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dong's eyes were bloodshot and he made a decision immediately.

"Lu family, you quickly cover the retreat of the people, I will lead these four island Japanese slaves away!"

"Brother Zhang, what are you going to do!" "Kill the enemy and save people!"

Liuyun Sword·Driving the Sword!
With the activation of true Qi and the silent recitation of the incantation, the iron sword was unsheathed and placed across the chest.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Zhang Dong moved with the sword and turned into an arrow. Waves of mist also dissipated from the sword in his hand.

Flowing Cloud Sword·Slender and Green!
Liuyun Sword, the sword energy is like clouds!
The fog was dense, and as Zhang Dong was flying, it turned into sword energy clouds that protected him. It collided with the bloody sword energy slashed by the warriors of the Jiuyao Sword Alliance who were ordered to stop their evacuation.

The sword energy and the knife energy collided.

The white sword energy and the bloody knife energy dissipated in an instant of collision, transforming into a misty blood fog that covered everything around, making it impossible for both the enemy and us in the fog to tell the direction.

Zhang Dong fell from the air and before he could stop, he raised his hand and waved it, regardless of the broken wound on the knuckles of his sword-holding hand.

A sword energy slashed out from behind him, creating a clear passage in the fog.

"Follow this path! Quick!"

On the other side, the warriors of the Nine Stars Sword Alliance who came here on orders did not expect that the other side could block the bloody sword energy that they jointly slashed out with just one person.

I was shocked, angry, but also happy.

"Chinese swordsman?"

"That's right!"

"Don't make a move, he's ours!"

"Hi Yi!"

With just one move, after confirming that the other party was a swordsman like them, these warriors of the Nine Stars Sword Alliance directly gave orders to the Japanese officers around them.

The Japanese officer also knew that these people in front of him could not be offended, so he had to lead his men out of the fog and wait for the end of this samurai battle.

In the misty blood fog, a group of warriors from the Jiuyao Sword Alliance, holding long swords in their hands, moved forward step by step. Although they were obscured by the fog and could not determine the direction with the naked eye, they were able to identify the direction by listening to the sound.

The sound of so many refugees retreating was enough to make them realize that as long as they slashed their swords in that direction, they would be able to force out Zhang Dong who was hiding in the fog.

The bloody blade in his hand slashed out again, slashing towards the refugees who were fleeing under the cover of fog.

Flowing Cloud Sword·Shadow scattered by wind!
Relying on the sect's accompanying body skills, Zhang Dong, who knew the other party's plan, moved like a ghost and blocked all the bloody sword energy that was slashing towards the refugees.

The recoil force caused Zhang Dong to stop and stabilize the blood and energy surging in his body.

"I found you, kill you!"

Just when Zhang Dong's old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, a warrior seized the opportunity, gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, and with a smile, chopped down at Zhang Dong's head, who had no way to avoid it, intending to cut the man in half.

Liuyun Sword: The sword energy remains!
With one slash of the sword, Zhang Dong in front of him was indeed cut in half by the warrior, but the touch of the blade also made him look surprised.

Before he could figure out the reason, he saw Zhang Dong, who was split into two by him, turned into a ball of blood mist and dissipated, and he also felt a cool touch on his neck.

Then his vision began to spin and gradually darken. The last thing he saw was Zhang Dong standing behind him and his own headless body.

"Oda-kun!"

A sword energy passed behind Zhang Dong. Looking at the nearly one hundred Japanese warriors gathered in front of him, Zhang Dong held his sword horizontally in front of him and tore off his clothes to use as strips of cloth to tie up his sword-holding hand.

"You are just four island Japanese slaves who can't tell the difference between swords and knives. Zhang Dong, the Liuyun Sword, is here. Anyone who crosses this line will be killed!"

"kill!"

Faced with Zhang Dong's ridicule, these newly strengthened Japanese warriors would not give up. With a roar, they all rushed towards Zhang Dong.

They just didn't believe it. With Zhang Dong's strength alone, could he block nearly a hundred blades from attacking him? !
Yes, Zhang Dong also knew that he couldn’t stop them, so he came to fight these guys to the death!

The Liuyun Sword of his sect was created by their sect's founder who observed the changes in the flow of clouds and fog. With the sword as its root, it has spawned many other means of movement, fighting, controlling objects and killing enemies.

Every Liuyun Sword disciple can only choose one sword in his lifetime, and derive many methods based on the core of the Liuyun Sword technique.

It can be said that if a disciple of Liuyun Sword can create his own unique methods based on the skills he has practiced, he will be the well-deserved backbone and core disciple of the Liuyun Sword sect.

And he, Zhang Dong, is the one among the many disciples of Liuyun Sword who has created his own unique methods!
The method he realized has only one characteristic, that is, Yun Wuchang and Jian Wuchang!
After sheathing the sword, Zhang Dong's skin was immediately filled with blood red, and he struck out with both palms at the nearly one hundred Japanese warriors in front of him.

Liuyun Sword·Paiyun Blood Sword!
Countless tiny blood beads overflowed from the pores of Zhang Dong's body. As Zhang Dong's palms struck out, they turned into blood swords the size of an index finger, hidden in the blood mist, and formed a sword formation, shooting out at the same time.

These Japanese warriors from the Jiuyao Sword Alliance did not expect that the opponent, as a swordsman, would not wield a sword to fight, but instead use this vigorous palm technique.

He was caught off guard and was stabbed in the chest by the Paiyun Blood Sword Formation launched by Zhang Dong. He only had time to hurriedly swing out a few blood-colored sword auras to slash at Zhang Dong who had also given up on defense.

Waves of screams and cries of pain echoed in the fog, and the charge of nearly a hundred warriors of the Jiuyao Sword Alliance was repelled by Zhang Dong's desperate attack.

After a series of blows, when the nearly one hundred warriors of the Jiuyao Sword Alliance recovered from the battle and reorganized their formation, they discovered that Zhang Dong's fatal blow had killed nearly one-third of their men.

Although the remaining people were not seriously injured, they all had wounds on their bodies caused by the blood sword transformed from Zhang Dong's blood energy.

Even the knives in their hands became bumpy among the row of cloud-blood swords.

Zhang Dong also turned into a bloody man and fell down powerlessly. He could only lean against the wall, looking at the Japanese warriors who were glaring at him, his face full of sarcasm.

"idiot!"

Seeing that Zhang Dong was at the end of his strength but still dared to be so arrogant, a Japanese samurai roared and rushed towards him with a long sword in hand.

"Hase-kun, be careful!"

His companions behind him shouted a warning, and the warrior named Hase also noticed Zhang Dong, who was leaning against the wall and turned into a bloody man. He swung his right sword finger, and the blood on his body condensed into a blood sword that shot towards his forehead.

'clang! ’

Even though he blocked the attack with his sword, the warrior named Hase was pushed back several steps by the recoil force from the blade before he could stabilize himself.

"I told you, anyone who crosses this line will be killed!"

"Let's see how much blood you have left to bleed! Go!"

Faced with Zhang Dong's desperate resistance, these Japanese warriors also showed respect to Zhang Dong and charged towards him in groups of three.

All Zhang Dong could do was to control the little true Qi in his body and transform the blood on his body into blood swords, shooting them out again and again.

Once, twice, three times...

Zhang Dong's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the power of the blood sword that could be shot out from his body became weaker and weaker.

From being repelled at the beginning, to now being able to block it with a random attack from the opponent.

"It seems that you have no sword left to use."

Feeling Zhang Dong's increasingly weak vitality, the other party also called on everyone to walk towards Zhang Dong in unison with a sneer, wanting to transform the swordsman Zhang Dong's blood into part of their blood-colored sword energy.

"There is still one sword, a thousand blades, unsheathed."

Seeing the other party so confident, Zhang Dong also smiled. With a few words, the iron sword named Thousand Blades flew out from behind him and hung in front of Zhang Dong, the sword master, pointing at the Japanese samurai.

"He only has one iron sword, destroy it!"

"Hi Yi!"

Seeing that Zhang Dong was preparing for the final fatal blow, these Japanese warriors also relied on their numbers, and the long swords in their hands were condensed with bloody sword energy, ready to strike.

Looking at the other party's preparedness, Zhang Dong, who already knew his own fate, saw a white-haired figure emerging from his gradually blurred consciousness.

"Junior Brother Zifeng, I will have to rely on you to pass on my methods..."

"disease!"

The iron sword named Thousand Blades let out its last wail before shooting towards the Japanese samurai in front of it.

Accompanied by the bloody sword energy swung by a group of Japanese warriors, the sword blades shattered and the sword energy flew everywhere, causing the buildings on both sides to collapse and turn into ruins, burying the place where Zhang Dong was.

The Thousand-Blade Iron Sword, with only the hilt left, spun and fell to the ground.

The misty blood fog that shrouded the street was completely dispersed by this blow, exposing the refugees fleeing in front to the guns of these Japanese warriors and the blocking Japanese troops.

"I thought it was some dangerous move, but it turned out to be like this. However, he was smart enough to bury himself. Forget it, order the troops behind to continue the pursuit."

"Hiyi."

Seeing that Zhang Dong's last attack was so ineffective, and looking at the blood on his body, the warrior captain cursed himself for being too cautious and no longer had the idea of ​​going in to perform an autopsy.

The Japanese soldier who asked his companions to hide in the rear gave an order and then walked towards the death line that Zhang Dong had drawn with his sword energy with the regrouped Japanese soldiers.

With the regrouped Japanese troops and these warriors occupying the main roads out of the city, they crossed the death line drawn by Zhang Dong.

At this time, a series of shrill sounds of breaking through the air rang out in the air, spreading in all directions, and no one knew where they came from.

Before the warrior captain could react, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Then, he saw a piece of iron flying out in front of him with his brain matter, falling weakly to the ground with a crisp sound.

His body fell uncontrollably and his vision gradually became blurred.

The last thing he saw was his accomplices falling beside him and the Japanese soldiers falling in the rear.

"Anyone who crosses this line will be killed!"

At the moment of his death, the warrior's mind was filled with the words Zhang Dong had just said.

He used his last bit of strength to look at the death line that had already been crossed behind him, and then looked at the iron pieces on the ground, the blood stains on his body from Zhang Dong's sword, and Zhang Dong's position. He seemed to understand what these iron pieces that killed him were.

The core of Liuyun Sword: As long as the sword is alive, the person will die if the sword is lost!

The righteous disciple, Zhang Dong, the master of Liuyun Sword, died in the battle.

He died at the age of thirty-five.

(End of this chapter)