Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 257: Bihe Heroic Spirit, right?

Yusuke Harada knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and held the hilt of the demon sword Hirumaru tightly with both hands.

The demon sword showed no reaction at this moment, not even a trace of the legendary "demon spirit" was emitted, it was like an ordinary piece of scrap metal, completely negating his life's efforts.

"No... Impossible!" Harada Yusuke's voice trembled, his eyes were red with anger, "My entire life so far has been prepared for the purpose of holding this demon sword!"

"Move, move!"

However, no matter how crazy Harada got, the demon sword remained silent.

"No... I still have sword skills! I have the sword skills that I have practiced since I was a child! That is my support!" He roared at the top of his lungs, clenched the magic sword in his hand, staggered to his feet, and rushed towards Yan Huan with a heart full of anger and unwillingness.

A cold blade cut through the air and pointed directly at Yan Huan's chest.

But just as the blade was about to fall, a golden light appeared on Yan Huan's body, and he easily blocked the attack.

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, Harada's proud sword Hirumaru hit Yan Huan's body protection golden light and shattered instantly. The blade broke in the middle and turned into countless fragments, flying in the air and scattered all over the ground.

Yusuke Harada froze in place, staring blankly at the broken sword on the ground.

"For this broken sword, he even threw away his own life," Yan Huan said indifferently with a hint of sarcasm, "How pathetic."

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked. Vines quickly rose up and entangled Harada's ankles. Before the new demon could struggle, he was hung upside down in the air by the vines, hanging on a tree like a trapped wild boar.

Not far away, Yamadeo saw Harada's miserable defeat, and her hand holding the sword could not help but tremble. She was secretly horrified that the new demon she had carefully cultivated was so vulnerable. Even the three attendants were beaten without any resistance, some died and some were injured.

"Is it really a wrong judgment this time?"

Lu Ci sneered. Seeing Shan Die distracted, he immediately seized the opportunity and condensed his Qi and strength into a tangible fist. As fast as the wind, he smashed towards Shan Die like a storm. "You stinky woman, you still dare to be distracted!?"

Shan Die acted decisively and swung the scroll in his sleeve. Kunai, shuriken and other hidden weapons shot out instantly, colliding violently with Lu Ci's purple-blue force.

The two forces intertwined in the air, causing violent air waves.

At the moment when the hidden weapon was handed out, Yamacho put on the haori, and her figure suddenly became illusory, gradually disappearing into the air, completely invisible.

"Here you go again!" Lu Ci showed a grim smile, not moved at all. The strength in his body slowly spread out, detecting the movements around him like a radar. Relying on the feedback from the collision, he quickly locked onto the position of the mountain butterfly.

At this moment, he turned his head to look in the direction of Yan Huan and suddenly shouted, "You little brat, turn up your body protection energy to the maximum!"

Yan Huan turned his head to look, and countless white butterflies were reflected in his pupils. Those butterflies came from all directions and fluttered like snowflakes.

When the scales of these white butterflies began to stick to Yan Huan's clothes, a group of red butterflies followed like a tide.

Yan Huan looked at the butterflies and chuckled, "Thank you for the concern of Patriarch Lu."

Whoosh!

The raging flames exploded, instantly submerging Yan Huan.

Flames shot up into the sky, scorching heat waves spread out layer by layer, the vines on the giant tree swayed, and the bodies of several people hanging on the tree also swayed in the wind.

A cold light flashed in the fire, and the blade was as fast as lightning, instantly cutting off the green vines wrapped around Harada's ankles.

Harada fell heavily to the ground, looked up, and saw the old woman Yamadera in front of him.

"I have prepared my whole life to wield a knife," Harada asked in despair. "Now that the knife is gone, what is my past? What am I now?"

Shandie's eyes were as cold as a knife. She suddenly slapped Harada hard on the face, causing half of his face to turn red and swollen instantly.

"What did I teach you? Don't lose the blood of Bihe Ren!" Shandie shouted angrily, "How could the knife be gone!?"

Harada pointed to the ground with a trembling hand.

The demon sword Hirumaru, broken into several small pieces, lay quietly in the dust, with a thin layer of dust covering its surface, as if it were rusty.

"The knife...is broken..." Harada felt hopeless.

Shandie's expression suddenly changed, she was furious, she grabbed Harada's collar and shouted: "How could it be broken!? You useless piece of shit!"

"Cut that guy just now, cut off..."

"You..." Before Die finished her words, she suddenly felt a strong force bursting out from Harada's body. The force rushed to her abdomen like a raging wave and hit her hard. Shan Die's pupils shrank sharply, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and her body was knocked into the sky.

Lu Ci stood in front of the sea of ​​fire, his eyes narrowed under his bangs, coldly examining everything, and whispered, "Little brat, this little fire shouldn't do anything to you, right?"

The firelight shone on his weathered and dry face, making him look particularly grim.

The cold wind blew, and the flames continued to jump, but there was no movement from the sea of ​​fire.

Lu Ci snorted coldly, turned around, and without hesitation mobilized all the Qi in his body. He gathered his strength and swooped down on the mountain butterfly flying in the air like raindrops.

"How dare you kill people in our territory?" Lu Ci raised his head and shouted.

Swish!
The powerful force turned into countless elongated fist shadows, bombarding Shandie like a torrential rain. Each punch hit her thin body accurately. The fist-shaped depressions gradually spread all over her body, breaking her bones and rolling her eyes.

Her reading glasses also shattered in the impact, sending glass fragments flying everywhere.

Although Shan Die's body had been smashed into rags, Lu Ci had no intention of stopping. He raised his palm and the Qi energy descended from the sky like a mountain torrent, smashing towards Shan Die with all his strength and completely crushing her into the mountain.

"You bitch," Lu Ci said coldly with murderous intent in his tone, "You should have died decades ago."

"Shaha...Shaha...I can't close my eyes until my great revenge is avenged...I can't!"

Unclear breathing and voices were heard from the pit. The woman had lost consciousness, and it seemed as if she was speaking out of an obsession with revenge.

Just when Lu Ci wanted to get rid of Shan Die completely, Gao Lian and Lao Zhang, who were waiting at the foot of the mountain, hurried over.

"You can't kill her, you can't kill her. Leave it to the company to handle it." Gao Lian stared at the dying woman in the pit, his pupils trembling slightly.

"There are some things that need to be thoroughly interrogated, so I'll spare her life for now."

Lu Ci stopped and said, "You have your own considerations, I will kill a few insignificant people to satisfy my craving."

Swish!
After saying that, Lu Ci walked towards the foot of the mountain. When passing by the sea of ​​fire, he stopped for a moment, without saying much, he took a step forward, jumped out of the path, and broke into the noisy sound of fighting.

Gao Lian half-crouched in the pit, took out the celadon bottle, poured some healing medicine, and sighed, "The beating was so fierce..."

"Why are you doing this, Die?"

"Some things should have been put aside long ago. Instead of fighting and killing, it's better to play mahjong and do square dance."

The two men worked together to lift up the dying woman from the pit, and carefully moved towards the foot of the mountain, fearing that the mountain butterfly would shatter like a porcelain doll.

But just as the two were passing by the sea of ​​fire created by the explosion of the red butterfly, a figure slowly walked out from the flames.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Gao." Yan Huan smiled and looked at Lao Zhang. "How come this capable man under Mr. Gao smells so bad?"

"Did something dirty come to you?"

Old Zhang frowned and clenched his fists. Gao Lian immediately coughed a few times and signaled with his eyes.

"You can't say that. Lao Zhang is also a disciple of a horse like me. The one following him should be called a fairy. Maybe in the eyes of others, this yin energy is a bit heavy."

Yan Huan extended his hand, and a little fox spirit emerged from his palm, "This is a fairy."

"Your place is stinking and dirty."

Gao Lian's face changed and he scratched his head in embarrassment. However, Old Zhang next to him took a step forward and stood in front of Yan Huan.

"The truth is revealed. This person is a sorcerer. You take Madam Butterfly and leave first!"

Old Zhang was emitting negative energy all over his body, and black mist was spreading from his shoulders and arms. Six or seven circling ghosts gradually formed a protective circle around him.

"Be careful." Gao Lian supported Shan Die, kept away from Yan Huan, and walked cautiously towards the path leading into the mountain.

Old Zhang stared at Yan Huan fiercely and cursed, "Where did this outspoken brat come from? Do you want to die? What do you know!?"

"Those are all the heroic spirits of my ancestors!"

"Oh - so that's how it is." A thick yin energy wrapped around Yan Huan's arms. "You are the heroic spirits of Bihe, right?"

(End of this chapter)