Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Inside the light screen, the Tang Sect disciple opened his mouth: "I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Heads fell to the ground.

It rolled several meters away, blood gushing from its neck and splattering on the faces of those nearby.

The disciple was still standing, the cut on his neck was neat and clean, and his body remained in the original posture. After two seconds, he slowly fell forward.

Tang Miaoxing's eyes instantly turned red: "You deserve to die!"

He squeezed out three words through his teeth, each word carrying murderous intent.

The semi-transparent figure ignored him, turned its head to look into the distance, and said in a light tone, "Oh, someone's coming over there, and it's a big shot."

In the distance, three people are walking this way.

The two lagging behind remained unhurried—

Lu Ci stood with his hands behind his back, the scar on his face particularly noticeable in the sunlight. Guan Shihua walked beside him, wearing a dark cotton-padded coat.

Both of them knew about the previous disturbance caused by the demon sword information, and now it seems that it was the semi-transparent person who was behind it.

Moreover, both of them were very interested in being able to set up such a formation.

Shin Ishikawa walked ahead of them, his steps hurried, almost jogging as he hurried towards them.

His three descendants are still inside the formation; how could he just stand by and watch?

Shin Ishikawa rushed up to Hotaru and slapped him.

Snapped.

My hand bounced back, and my palm went numb.

He slapped it again, and it bounced back.

Ishikawa Shin panicked, slapping the fireflies so hard his palms turned red: "We're not after the demon sword! Let my children come out!"

The semi-transparent figure floated over, tilting its head to look at him: "Oh, what a pity. Who told you to be a little devil?"

Ishikawa Shin's voice changed: "There are good people among the Japanese too!"

Outside the light curtain.

Xia He was holding Cheng Mo's hand as they went in and out.

She pushed Cheng Mo's hand in and pulled it out repeatedly, having a great time.

"This is so much fun."

She pushed Cheng Mo's arm in again, leaving half of it sticking out, shook it, and then pulled it out.

Then she had a sudden idea, and pushed Cheng Mo's back, pushing him into the fluorescent light.

Cheng Mo had half his body inside, but his legs were still outside.

Xia He pulled him out again.

"Little Taoist priest, this thing is really useless to you."

She pushed Cheng Mo in again, this time even deeper, until only one of his legs was outside.

Inside the light screen, the semi-transparent figure was about to say something to Ishikawa Shin when he suddenly turned around and yelled at the two of them, "I've been putting up with you two for too long! What do you want?!"

He floated in mid-air, his body trembling: "Going in or coming out, do you know how much this going in and out affects me!"

Xia He pulled Cheng Mo out and stuck out her tongue: "Why are you being so fierce?"

A semi-transparent figure: "Ugh! I'm so angry!"

He charged forward, his semi-transparent body passing right through Cheng Mo without the slightest hesitation.

He turned around, hands on his hips, smugly saying, "Hehehe, let's see if you dare to barge in again."

Cheng Mo gave him a strange look, took half a step back, and withdrew from the fluorescent area.

The smile on the man's face froze.

He looked at Cheng Mo, then at Ying Guang, and then back at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo stood outside the light screen and gave him a thumbs up.

Others noticed this as well.

As if seeing a glimmer of hope, Ishikawa Shin rushed towards Cheng Mo, gesturing wildly: "My benevolent sir, please save my child! I beg you!"

Cheng Mo gave him a middle finger.

The translucent figure floated to the edge of the fluorescent light, staring at Cheng Mo: "Who exactly are you?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment: "A passerby."

The semi-transparent figure scoffed, "I don't believe it!"

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank.

The interior scenery, including mountains, rivers, plants, and babbling streams, was all created by him bit by bit.

Now, however, he had no time to appreciate it and went straight to asking the question: Who is this person?

A sphere of light appeared.

It's very small, only the size of a fist.

He breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to break the ball of light...

boom!

The ball of light exploded.

A fireball burst out from the exploded sphere of light, growing larger and larger until it instantly filled the entire interior.

Fire, fire everywhere.

Mountains and rivers were burned to ashes, streams were evaporated, and vegetation turned into smoke.

He turned to run, but the fire was already surging in from all directions.

The heat wave hit him, making his very soul tremble.

In reality.

The semi-transparent figure opened its eyes, its mouth agape—

"Ah! You're not...?"

A scream rang out, and the translucent body trembled violently.

The next instant, he vanished completely, like smoke blown away by the wind.

Cheng Mo scratched his head. What did he ask? Why did it just disappear?

And at that very moment—

Xia Liu flashed and rushed in front of the three members of the Ishikawa family.

Ishikawa Shin shouted in terror, "Stop!!!" He rushed forward, crashed into the fluorescent light, and was bounced back with a bang.

Xia Liuqing raised her hand and punched the guy with the afro on the back of the head.

boom.

The man with the fluffy hair lay motionless on the ground.

The young woman next to her screamed, and Xia Liuqing kicked her in the chest. She flew out, crashed into the fluorescent light, slid down, and lay motionless.

Xia Liuqing slapped the last person across the face. The person's head tilted to the side, his neck cracked, and he slumped to the ground.

Three people, three moves, all down.

Ishikawa Shin watched all this unfold, letting out a string of incoherent curses, a mix of Japanese and Chinese that was impossible to understand, with only spittle flying everywhere.

Three people, three moves, all down.

Ishikawa Shin watched all this unfold, letting out a string of incoherent curses, a mix of Japanese and Chinese that was impossible to understand, with only spittle flying everywhere.

Xia Liuqing picked at his ear and shouted at him, "Don't be impatient, old man, it'll be your turn soon."

Then he just stood there, arms crossed, watching Lin Rufeng kill people.

……

Lin Rufeng carried a demon blade on his back and held a long sword in his hand, the tip of which was pointed at Tang Miaoxing.

Tang Miaoxing stood there, her whole body stiff, only her eyes could move.

He glared at Lin Rufeng, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, his lips slightly parted.

Lin Rufeng walked over.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He stood in front of Tang Miaoxing and raised his long sword.

Tang Miaoxing's eyes reflected the glint of the sword: "You..."

Swish.

The sword flashed, and a head fell to the ground.

Tang Miaoxing's head rolled out, tumbled twice on the ground, and came to rest at the feet of a Tang Clan disciple.

The disciple opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out, and tears slid down his cheeks.

Lin Rufeng ignored him and walked toward the next person with his sword.

He was a young disciple, looking to be in his early twenties, about the same age as Gao Dazhuang.

Lin Rufeng stood in front of him and raised his sword.

The young disciple's eyes widened: "Help!"

Swish.

Heads fell to the ground.

Lin Rufeng moved on to the next one.

Another head fell to the ground.

Lin Rufeng's face remained expressionless, his every step was equally fast, and every sword strike was equally accurate.

One by one, the Tang Clan disciples fell.

With a swift movement, the sword fell.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, splashing onto the ground, onto him, and onto the sword.

Blood was splattered on his face, his clothes, and his hands.

Screams echoed through the light screen.

……

Outside the light curtain.

Cheng Mo sighed: "It seems the Tang Sect will have to undergo a major transformation ahead of schedule."

Xia He didn't hear clearly: "What? You're going to save someone?"

Cheng Chengmo shook her head: "Save what? They're avenging their father's death. We don't even know the Tang Clan."

If the Japanese devils wanted to kill our people, Cheng Mo certainly couldn't stand idly by, but in this situation... well, it's because the Tang Clan used to specialize in assassinations.

Xia He sighed and said no more.

Shin Ishikawa knelt outside the fluorescent light, pounding his hands against the invisible barrier until his palms were red.

"Let me in! Let me in!"

He cried and shouted, his voice hoarse, his face covered in snot and tears.

Lu Ci walked over, patted his shoulder, and with a surge of Ruyi energy, a gentle Qi emerged from his palm, instantly enveloping Ishikawa Shin's entire body and binding him tightly.

"Okay, calm down and relax."

Ishikawa Shin struggled frantically: "You can't do this! They came to destroy the sword! Not to steal it! You can't do this!"