Just as he rushed out, he saw the flag and the gleam of a blade in the snow. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the leader of the group was a man with a pale face.
The leader waved his hand, "Yamada Shinji, I am Bu Bu Ji Wu under Lai Guanggong. Since you are a warrior, I shall give you one last chance. Put down your weapon and surrender! Or I can help you plead with the Prince and the Consort to spare your life! "
Pei Zi Yun laughed coldly without saying a word.
Such a reaction let Bu Bu Ji Wu know that the other party would not surrender without a fight.
"Since you refuse to come to your senses, then die!" Bu Bu Ji Wu pulled out his blade and said coldly.
The warriors beside Bo Bu Ji Wu pulled out their blades and rushed forward. At this point, they were slowly distancing themselves from Pei Zi Yun and surrounding him in a fan-shaped formation. They were trying to stop him from escaping.
Just these few people?
Pei Zi Yun glanced at them and saw that there were only twenty warriors. He realized that the size of the family warriors was not that big. He took a deep breath and said, "You think I will escape? What a joke. "
A shadow appeared and he charged forward.
Almost at the same time, three warriors shouted and slashed out with their blades. One attacked from the front while the other two attacked from the side.
As long as one of them could stop Yamada for a few seconds, he would be able to kill the enemy. This was the art of war.
"Pu!" The light from the blade was dazzling. Two warriors fell to the ground. Their necks and chests had been hit, and they were not going to survive.
Another warrior's arm was cut off at the elbow. Blood splattered everywhere as he screamed and fell to the ground.
"Yamada!" Bo Bu Ji Wu, who had a cold expression on his face, roared in anger. He did not say another word and pounced forward. Just as he took a step forward, Pei Zi Yun's body flashed and he waved his blade, slicing through the throat of a warrior.
The warrior lost control of his body as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the snow. The warrior took a few steps forward before collapsing into the snow. His eyes were wide open, but he wasn't dead yet. His throat was gurgling with pain.
In the next moment, Bu Bu Ji Wu's blade landed on Pei Zi Yun. Pei Zi Yun raised his wooden blade and the two blades collided. Both of them looked at each other and separated.
"Baka!" Bubu Ji Wu felt a strange force rushing up his arm and hitting his body. He felt a sharp pain, but his expression did not change. His eagle-like eyes turned cold. He gritted his teeth and lowered his center of gravity to maintain his balance, but his feet still slid back a palm.
Logically speaking, the saber he was holding was of high quality and should have been able to clash with the wooden saber, causing pain in his chest and abdomen.
"What kind of saber technique is this?" Kibu Ji was horrified. Although he had heard Sakata Kintoki and Watanabe Tsuna mention Yamada Shinichi, and he believed that these two colleagues would not carelessly flatter a country samurai, but even so, when he personally fought with Yamada, the feeling of terror brought by the other side still shocked him.
"Kill!" The two samurai had been through many battles for a long time. They took the opportunity to charge forward and slashed with their swords.
"What a pity!"
Different worlds had different rules. Da Xu's hidden force couldn't be used in this world and could only be simulated with spiritual power. However, once it left his body, 90% of it would be neutralized by the world. Needless to say, the warriors in front of him had great teamwork, so he didn't stand a chance at all.
"If that's the case, I'll kill the henchman first." Pei Zi Yun took the opportunity to retreat. Strangely, as he retreated, his saber slashed downwards.
This move was simple, but the samurai had no way of dodging it!
"Pu!" The samurai suddenly stopped, and a line of blood appeared on his forehead. It was not cut open, but just as he was standing, his brain had been pierced by the spiritual power of the saber, and he died instantly.
"Kill!" Kibu Ji, as one with his saber, pounced forward. Pei Zi Yun had already expected this, and with a "zheng" sound, he managed to block the incoming saber.
Under the cold moonlight, Pei Zi Yun managed to block the saber. He did not continue to fight, but instead retreated. With a wave of his hand, a "pa" sound was heard, and a fountain of blood was spilled. Another arm fell to the ground.
The samurai who had his arm chopped off did not show any signs of pain on his face. Instead, he looked forlorn and resolute. He pounced forward with all his might, wanting to embrace his enemy and perish together with him. However, Pei Zi Yun took a step to the side, and with a wave of his saber, the samurai felt a chill. His saber had already slashed across his chest. Although it was only a line of blood, the samurai tried to cover it with his remaining hand, and fell to the ground.
In just a few breaths, the ground was littered with corpses.
The smell of blood permeated the air. Kibu Ji continued to chase after the samurai. It seemed like he had the upper hand, but his mood was getting heavier and heavier. He had been through many battles, and had met many opponents. However, Yamada Shinichi was the first person to make him feel so helpless.
Ruthless, cunning, proficient in the art of war, and even integrated the art of war into his saber skills. Every strike was aimed at the opponent's weak point, and he never allowed the two of them to surround him. This feeling made him admit that regardless of age, stamina, or martial arts, he was inferior to this young samurai.
In time, this person would become a more famous swordsman than the Four Heavenly Kings!
However, the scariest thing about this person was his arrogance. He had no restraints, and was rebellious. Even if he had to risk his life, he had to kill this person.
If not, he would be a great threat to Japan, and might even be worse than Shutendoji.
With this thought in mind, Kibu Ji Wu roared in anger, and slashed at Pei Zi Yun even faster and more ruthlessly. His saber and saber intertwined with each other. Coupled with his many years of battle experience, he could cause chaos in the shortest time possible.
However, this had its limitations on the user as well. It was almost as if he had overdrawn his mental and physical strength. Unless it was a critical moment, he would not have used this move.
However, right now, he had to quickly entangle the enemy. Although he had said it would take a long time, it was only a few breaths. However, as long as he could drag this out, the other troops would be able to catch up.
"What a joke!"
How could Pei Zi Yun allow him to do as he wished?
"No wonder he is one of the Four Heavenly Kings. His saber skills are outstanding, and not something an ordinary samurai can compare to. However, there is no point in continuing this battle."
"We have to kill them all. While they are not surrounded, we have to kill them one by one."
"This is the profound meaning of the art of war."
With this thought in mind, his saber shone brightly. At this moment, a samurai pounced on him. Suddenly, a saber stabbed into his waist. With a jerk, his eyes opened wide, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Coincidentally, it sprayed onto Kibu Ji Wu's face. At this point, even Pei Zi Yun could not kill him gracefully.
However, he could use all the factors available to him.
With blood splattered on his face, Kibu Ji Wu's vision blurred. He was shocked and wanted to retreat. He originally thought that Yamada Shinji had used all his strength, but now he realized that he was still holding back. This was truly terrifying.
However, when he thought of how Yamada Shinji would be like a fish in the sea if he broke out of the encirclement, he gritted his teeth. "No, I cannot retreat! This person is so powerful, and he is still young. If I let him go, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains! "
As long as he could delay the enemy for a period of time, he would be able to wait for reinforcements to arrive from three directions. He had already delayed Yamada Shinji for a while, and the people chasing from the inner court and other directions would arrive no matter how slow they were. As long as one of his three companions arrived first, he did not believe that Yamada Shinji would be able to hold on for long!
Indeed, at this moment, a shout could be heard.
"I, Watanabe Tsune, am here! Traitor, don't you dare leave!"
From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure running towards him. Kibu Ji Wu was overjoyed.
Watanabe Tsune!
They were both part of the Four Heavenly Kings, and he was the most powerful of the four. If he were to arrive, the two of them could join forces and kill the traitor!
"Watanabe …" Unexpectedly, just as he shouted, he realized that his voice was stuck in his throat. No, it was not that his voice was stuck, it was that there was a cold force that sucked all his strength away.
Pei Zi Yun sheathed his sword and dodged.
"Don't you dare run!" Watanabe Tsune had just arrived when he saw Yamada Shinji dodge. Although he did not understand why his companions did not stop him in time, he did not have the time to question Watanabe Tsune. He immediately gave chase.
Just as he gave chase, he heard a scream coming from behind him.
Watanabe Tsutomu stopped in his tracks and turned around. He was shocked to see that Bu Jiwu's head, which was originally intact, had suddenly fallen off. Red and white brain matter was directly exposed in the air. The person who had lost his head was obviously extremely shocked, and just now, he let out a scream.
"Kibu Ji!" Watanabe Tsune's pupils shrank as he turned around.
Just as he reached the front, his companion was already lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. He did not even need to feel his breath to know that he was dead.
Killed in one move. What a vicious move! What a fast sword!
"Kibu Ji!" Watanabe Tsune turned around and saw that Pei Zi Yun had disappeared. He could not help but be filled with grief and indignation. At this point, the remaining two groups of people had arrived. The leaders were Usui Sadamitsu and Sakata Kintoki.
"Kibu Ji!" Sakata Kintoki was the first to witness this tragic scene. His vision turned black and he was held up by his assistant to prevent himself from falling.
Usui Sadamitsu was also enraged. However, he had trained in witchcraft and was more indifferent to life and death. He forced himself to calm down and said to Watanabe Tsune, "Since this traitor has killed Kibu Ji Wu, he is our mortal enemy. We cannot let him escape. Did you see which direction he escaped to?"
Seeing that Watanabe Tsune was still in a daze, Usui Sadamitsu furrowed his brows. He knew that Watanabe Tsune was probably panicking over the death of his companion. He could not reprimand him and started chanting.
"He went in that direction. Follow me!" Seeing the black aura flying in one direction, Usui Sadamitsu shouted and took the lead to chase after him.
Watanabe Tsune came to his senses and said to Sakata Kintoki, "Kintoki, stay here and help Kibu Ji Wu clean up his corpse. I will help Usui Sadamitsu kill Yamada!"
As he said this, he led the rest of the group to chase after Kibu Ji Wu.
At this point, only Sakata Kintoki was left. The wind whistled past. These four Heavenly Kings were ordinary warriors. They could not help but tear up. They held their swords and knelt down. Looking at Kibu Ji Wu who had died with his eyes wide open, he felt even more sorrowful.
The four Heavenly Kings were not only warriors of the same level, they were also comrades who had accompanied them for a long time. They had thought that they would always follow Minamoto no Raiko. Who would have thought that Kibu Ji Wu would end his life in such a manner?
If it was said that he had a trace of regret for Yamada Shinji before, then at this moment, there was only anger and killing intent in his chest.
"Kibu Ji Wu, just you wait. Yamada and his entire clan must die!"
Sakata Kintoki roared angrily. He put his sword on the ground and reached out to close Kibu Ji Wu's eyes. He helped him up and carried the corpse, intending to carry it back.
However, just as he helped him up, he felt a weight on his waist. Sakata Kintoki immediately looked down and saw that the hands holding the corpse had grabbed him tightly.
Then, without waiting for Sakata Kintoki to react, the corpse burst into flames with a bang.
This was the enemy's sorcery.
Sakata Kintoki was shocked and struggled with all his might. At this moment, there was a "pu" sound. The tip of the sword came out of his chest, half of it sticking out.
It was clearly a wooden sword, but the blade was already shining with a cold light.
"You … you cheated …" Sakata Kintoki looked at Yamada Shinji who had returned. Fresh blood gushed out of his mouth. He turned around and stared at the young warrior in front of him, his eyes filled with hatred and disdain.
Yamada Shinji had used a trick, luring the tiger away from the mountain and scattering the remaining three people. This was not in line with the way of a warrior. Pei Zi Yun was not affected at all. He said calmly, "The art of war is deceitful. Isn't it the most basic principle to defeat them one by one?"
As he said this, he pulled out his wooden sword. He looked at Sakata Kintoki in disbelief as he slowly collapsed, no longer breathing.
"The art of war depends on the heart."
"Kibu Ji and Sakata are dead. The next step is not to kill the remaining two people, but to kill the empty Prince's Mansion."
Pei Zi Yun only smiled coldly, raised his sword and stepped into the Prince's Mansion.
Every move he made was in line with the art of war.
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