He flicked his wrist, raising his katana, took a deep breath, and said in a serious tone, "It seems this guy isn't easy to deal with. I have a feeling it's not attacking us with all its might, but is just stalling for time! Here's what we'll do... I'll try to hold it off, and then you hurry and chase after it!"
Chen Xiao made a quick decision and immediately nodded, saying, "Okay!"
He paused, then seemed to chuckle, and asked, "Old man, can you hold on?"
Takeuchi Fumizan chuckled arrogantly: "What a joke! Although I haven't found a way to kill this thing yet, I can still protect myself. I am Takeuchi Fumizan, the greatest swordsman in Japan! Kid, you should worry about your own safety!"
With that, Takeuchi Fumizan shouted and lunged forward in a few quick steps, gripping his sword with both hands. With a sharp shout, the blade flashed and immediately split into several sword energies!
Several flashes of light shot out, and the puppet raised its strange long weapon and swung it around wildly. It parried and deflected the incoming blades, letting out a silent howl. Then, it thrust its sharp axe at Takeuchi Bunzan. Takeuchi Bunzan, gripping his sword, slashed fiercely at the axe blade, deflecting the weapon with a clang. He immediately pressed his body against the axe, sidestepping and trapping the long weapon under his ribs. Turning back, he shouted, "Now! Get out of here!"
Chen Xiao had already darted out in a few big strides. As expected, the puppet ignored Old Takeuchi and tried to stop Chen Xiao with its long weapon. However, Old Takeuchi held on tightly, and the puppet could not swing its weapon despite its effort. It watched as Chen Xiao's body suddenly darted out and disappeared into the forest in a few leaps.
The puppet seemed to be furious. It struggled a few times to no avail. Suddenly, its eyes flashed and a golden light appeared. Then, a faint golden light burst out from the hilt of the long weapon!
Old Takeuchi was gripping the weapon handle tightly when the golden light suddenly flashed. Old Takeuchi's body trembled, and he felt a burning sensation. He immediately released his grip and quickly took a few steps back.
Looking down, I saw that my palm was charred black!
"What kind of power is this?" Old Takeuchi frowned.
"Haha, Master Abe, it seems the shikigami isn't strong enough, that Chinese kid has charged over."
At the mountaintop, beneath a massive ancient tree, a figure sneered. He was tall and slender, the hem of his black robe fluttering in the evening breeze. A black mask covered his face, and two strange flags embroidered with grotesque symbols were crossed on his back.
Right beside him, a man with long silver hair sat cross-legged on the ground, his long hair almost reaching the ground. He wore a white robe and in front of him was a golden sand table filled with clear water. The water rippled and faintly reflected the scene. In the scene, Takeuchi Fumio was fighting with a puppet wielding a long weapon!
The tall, silver-haired man sat there with his eyes closed, one hand forming a hand seal, the other hand holding up a finger in front of him, his bloodless lips rapidly chanting something.
After the masked man in black finished speaking, the silver-clad man opened his eyes and smiled calmly: "The opponent is the number one swordsman in Japan. I, Abe, am not so arrogant as to think that the number one swordsman in Japan is so easy to deal with."
The masked man in black sneered, his tone sharp and strange. He glanced at the image on the water in the sand table, and his voice couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy: "Master Abe, it seems that your shikigami was created by combining quite a few martial spirits! It's truly enviable!"
Abe then opened his eyes, and surprisingly, one pupil was black and the other white, giving him an eerie and sinister look. His once handsome face immediately became terrifying: "Collecting true martial spirits is not easy. I've only managed to collect eight martial spirits for this shikigami. However... Takeuchi Bunzan is a recognized grandmaster-level martial artist in Japan. His martial spirit is something I greatly admire! If I could collect his martial spirit and fuse it into this shikigami, then it would be perfect!"
The masked man in black sneered, "That Chinese kid is a bit strange. I ambushed him halfway up the mountain, but he dodged it. How about this, Master Abe, Takeuchi Fumiyama is yours, and that kid is mine!"
"Oh? Lord Masashi is also tempted." Abe seemed to smile, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the banner behind the man in black: "It seems that your ghost banner will soon have another spirit."
Rushing out of the woods, with the mountaintop right in front of him, Chen Xiao felt anxious. He suddenly leaped up, soaring into the sky like a bird, and finally landed steadily on the mountaintop!
The mountaintop was originally an open area. For some reason, the area, which was several hundred meters wide, was completely empty. The hillside was full of trees, but the mountaintop only had one ancient tree, whose age was unknown, in the very center. The old tree had dense and lush foliage, and from a distance, it looked like a large, open umbrella.
As soon as Chen Xiao jumped to the top of the mountain, he felt a chilling aura coming from all directions. After landing, he gripped the samurai sword he had picked up from the foot of the mountain tightly and looked around.
After taking a few more steps closer, when they were less than ten meters away from the big tree, the scene suddenly changed. Where there had been no one under the tree, two figures suddenly appeared!
One in black and one in white, they had clearly been alone just moments before, but now, one was sitting there and the other was leaning against a big tree, as if they had been waiting there all along!
The man in black standing under the tree, his face covered, looked at Chen Xiao from afar, his eyes flashing with an eerie light, and spoke in a strained and unpleasant voice.
"I don't like nonsense. If you can escape my flag formation, I'll let you go! Otherwise, you're dead!"
This short Chinese sentence was obviously very stiff, but the harsh and unpleasant sound made people's teeth ache.
The man in black suddenly stepped forward, pulled out two flags from his waist behind him, and slammed them into the ground!
boom!!
Chen Xiao suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, as if countless thick black fogs were surging up from all directions at the same time!
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boom!
Looking around, all around was a thick, black mist, and from within that mist came a series of booming sounds, like a surging tide...
Shouts of battle! Howls! Cries of agony! Roars! Shouts of triumph! A frenzy of fighting! A thousand horses surged forward! Clashing swords! A brutal and fierce battle!
Chen Xiao was startled, then forced himself to calm down instantly, staring intently at his surroundings...
Suddenly, a whooshing sound pierced the air from within the mist. A glint of light flashed in Chen Xiao's eyes as he abruptly dodged to the side. With a whoosh, an arrow shot through the mist and landed at Chen Xiao's feet, its shaft still vibrating!
Then, the surrounding fog seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye!
Everything around me suddenly became clear and bright!
But in that instant, Chen Xiao was stunned!
This is a battlefield, an ancient battlefield!
Looking around, all around were endless waves of soldiers and warriors! Thousands of troops roared and charged, swords flashed like a forest, their menacing light dazzling and blinding!
On the battlefield, countless lives are being lost in a brutal, naked struggle!
All around, swords clashed, and blood splattered everywhere! Screams and howls filled the air!
After a moment of stunned silence, Chen Xiao suddenly realized the changes in himself!
He looked down and saw that he was somehow dressed in a set of ancient Japanese leather armor, still holding the samurai sword in his hand. In that moment of surprise, a soldier beside him, his face contorted with murderous intent, viciously thrust a long sword at him!
Chen Xiao instinctively raised his hand to block, but at the same time, another spear thrust at him from behind! Chen Xiao was still somewhat confused. Instinctively, he tried to teleport to dodge.
puff!
The sharp pain in his shoulder immediately brought him to his full consciousness!
The spear pierced his left shoulder with tremendous force, almost piercing it through! The intense pain from the vines made Chen Xiao instantly realize a reality!