Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

The short sword accelerated instantly in mid-air and pierced through Gu Jiting's body.

puff!

A beam of blue light pierced through the Guji Pavilion and then dissipated into the air.

After the short sword pierced his chest, Ke Gujiting immediately knelt down on the ground.

He was completely limp and powerless, but to his surprise, he was still alive!

"How...how is this possible..."

"What on earth is going on?!"

As if waking from a deep dream, Gu Jiting trembled as he raised his hand to touch his chest.

Could it be that the piercing sensation I felt just now was just an illusion?

He suddenly ripped open his shirt and looked down.

On his chest, there was a light blue mark about the size of a thumb, shaped like a sword wound, but it did not bleed or cause any pain.

Gu Qiting looked bewildered and subconsciously circulated his Qi, trying to examine his internal condition.

When Qi flows smoothly, the meridians remain undamaged, and the internal organs are at peace.

Apart from feeling weak all over and having difficulty gathering Qi, there were no other unusual symptoms.

He looked up at Cui Ming in disbelief.

Cui Ming, however, had already looked away, as if that sword strike just now was nothing more than a casual gesture.

Xia Liuqing stood beside Mei Jinfeng, frowning as she looked at the kneeling, bewildered Gu Jiting, her eyes thoughtful.

Seeing that Gu Jiting survived unscathed after taking a sword from Cui Ming, they were amazed.

The remaining Quanxing members were not fools either. Since Gu Jiting could survive, they could too.

The other three Quanxing members, seeing this, had their minds racing.

Gu Jiting survived a sword strike from Cui Ming?

On the other side, the nameless man's six men were all wiped out, none of them survived.

Between two equally harmful options, the lesser of two evils should be chosen; the answer seems obvious.

The three exchanged glances and spoke almost simultaneously:

"I choose Hall Master Cui!"

"I also choose Hall Master Cui!"

"I...I choose you too!"

Cui Ming remained expressionless and nodded slightly.

He knew in his heart that it didn't really matter who these people were chosen.

It should be noted that the nameless one is inhabited by the remnant soul of the nameless swordsman within the demon sword Hirumaru.

Therefore, Mumei also possesses the abilities of the demon sword Hirumaru.

Anyone killed by Nameless will have their soul captured by the flying sword in Nameless's hand.

All the techniques mastered by Quanxing would then be fed back into Wuming's body.

Unfortunately, the innate abilities they awakened could not be obtained by the Nameless One through controlling their souls.

This is why, despite clearly using a Japanese samurai sword before, he was able to wield the flying sword with such unparalleled skill.

Because each flying sword is controlled by the soul of the Nameless One.

Therefore, the flying sword controlled by the nameless man is inherently endowed with the attributes of sturdiness and sharpness.

In addition, Cui Ming specially enhanced and modified the speed of the floating sword for Wuming.

This is what made the flying sword in Wuming's hand so terrifying.

Those who came to receive Cui Ming's flying swords faced a fate no less dire than those who died at the hands of Wuming.

The short sword controlled by Cui Ming pierced through their chests, leaving some of the Dan Shi power in their bodies.

Once the power of the Dan Shi enters their bodies, it's a matter of life or death.

Then everything will be under Cui Ming's control.

Moreover, in order to compensate for the fact that Wuming can only plunder souls and use techniques, but cannot obtain the other party's innate special abilities.

The Tomie puppet was always kept in Cui Ming's food pouch and carried with him at all times.

The key is to take care of the enemy's body and soul, leaving them with absolutely nothing to waste.

But right now, time is of the essence.

Cui Ming glanced at the six Quanxing corpses on the ground and pondered in his heart.

A swift resolution is needed.

The sooner these Quanxing are dealt with, the sooner the corpses can be collected and stored in the Devouring Pouch for preservation, so as to prevent the bodies from becoming inactive and causing the innate supernatural abilities within them to dissipate.

Then, they could free up their hands and feet to fully arm the Sanyi Gate in preparation for the approaching Japanese invaders.

With this in mind, Cui Ming did not delay any longer.

He lightly raised his folding fan, pointing towards the remaining members of Quanxing, his tone indifferent.

"Now, you have all seen this lesson from the past."

"So make your choice quickly!"

He paused, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Otherwise... don't blame me for making the choice for you."

A naked threat.

The remaining five people, Xia Liuqing, Mei Jinfeng, and the three injured Quanxing, all felt a tremor in their hearts.

The three of them exchanged a glance, then without hesitation, said in unison:

"We all choose to receive a sword strike from Hall Master Cui!"

Judging from the results, no one survived the nameless sword strike, while on Cui Ming's side, at least Gu Qiting is still alive.

As for Mei Jinfeng, she bit her lip, glanced at the unconscious Wugensheng, then looked at Cui Ming, and finally whispered:

"...I choose you too."

Xia Liuqing stood in front of her, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke:

"Master Cui, I, Xia, am willing to accept both sword strikes."

He stepped half a step to the side, completely blocking Mei Jinfeng behind him.

"One sword is for me, one sword... is for the Golden Phoenix."

Upon hearing this, Mei Jinfeng was taken aback at first, then frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Xia Liuqing, who asked you to take my place? I'll take responsibility for my own affairs!"

She had always been devoted to Wugensheng and had always ignored Xia Liuqing's various attempts to curry favor.

Seeing him act so "on his own initiative" again, I felt no gratitude, only a bit of impatience.

Xia Liuqing did not answer, but stood silently, her figure as upright as a pine tree.

Cui Ming glanced at him sideways, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

To him, there was no difference between one sword and two swords.

"Ready?"

Cui Ming smiled slightly.

Before he could finish speaking and before they could react, he had already made his move.

With a gentle shake of the folding fan, five pale blue streaks of light shot out from between the fan ribs, so fast that only afterimages remained!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Five soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Of the three Quanxing members who chose Cui Ming, the two on the left trembled violently, and a flash of blue light disappeared from their chests.

Immediately afterwards, both of them opened their mouths and spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Their faces showed extreme pain, and it seemed as if countless tiny snakes were crawling and swelling beneath their skin.

Cracks spread from the sword wound on his chest, instantly covering his entire body, so deep that the bone was visible.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

The two fell to the ground, convulsing and writhing violently, their limbs bent at bizarre angles, as if every bone and every meridian was exploding.

The horrific scene lasted for about ten breaths before gradually subsiding.

The two corpses lay limp on the ground, covered in blood, their faces contorted, their eyes wide open in death.

The moment the sword light touched her body, Xia Liuqing felt a chill in her chest.

When he realized what was happening and looked down, he saw that his clothes had been torn open, leaving a light blue mark on his skin, exactly the same as the one on Gu Qiting's chest.

He looked up in surprise, only to find Mei Jinfeng standing there.

The same garment had a tear in the chest area, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin, but there was no blood, only a slightly pale complexion.

"Jin Feng! You..."

Xia Liuqing was eager to reach out and check.

Snapped!

An invisible psychic slap landed hard on his face, so powerful that it knocked him to the ground, his cheek instantly swelling and turning red.

Seeing this, Cui Ming couldn't help but twitch his lips. Sure enough, a simp can't get a house.

Mei Jinfeng immediately covered the wound on her chest, both shocked and furious. She glared at Cui Ming and began to curse.