"Even the Yagyu Swordmaster is dead?"
Under the fierce attack of the Oichi Group, the defense line formed by the priests and witches was gradually defeated. They were constantly being slaughtered, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
At this time, seeing that the Yagyu Swordmaster was also killed by the Oichi Group, it was a fatal blow to the morale of the Oichi Group.
"Eight Thousand Spear God … I beg you, come!"
At this time, the Grand Priest, who was protected in the center, finally finished his magic.
There was a huge Kikyou print on the ground, which had been dyed red with blood. At this time, the Grand Priest had a solemn expression on his face. He pulled out the Chasai from his waist and stabbed it into his heart.
At the same time, the magic formation on the ground also lit up.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the Great Divine Priest's face. Then, his vision fell into complete darkness.
Puff!
Numerous samurai swords covered in black energy slashed at the barrier, breaking it. The samurai of the Oichi group that rushed in saw the blood on the ground churning and forming a strange shape of a human figure.
"You killed my priest, you should be punished!"
The blood-red figure said faintly, speaking in a tone very different from the Japanese language, with a mysterious and strange taste.
This was the Crane Language, the legendary Japanese language. Every word that was spoken seemed to shake the air, but the meaning was clearly engraved in the hearts of the Oichi Group warriors.
"Kill you!"
However, the Oichi Group warriors, who had already killed crazily, did not care at all. They waved their samurai swords and rushed forward.
"Lowly insects!"
The blood-red figure said with an emotionless expression. He slowly raised his palm, and the shadow of a heart appeared in the middle, and suddenly squeezed!
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the warriors of the Ghost One Group, who were charging at the front, clutched their hearts as they fell to the ground in disbelief.
The strong life force of the ninjutsu swordsman from the monsters could not save them at all!
But when the blood flowed into the figure, it looked more real.
The 8,000 Spear Gods looked at the other Ghost One Team warriors with a strong desire in their eyes. "Offerings!"
...
"Huh? I knew something bad was going to happen! "
There were more than 5,000 people on this battlefield, and the Yiyu Clan was already defeated. Wu Ming's gaze naturally shifted to the smaller battlefield on the other side.
"Although the two Level 3 fighters are powerful, the first ghost team has more than a hundred Level 1 and Level 2 fighters. With the Wolf Pack Battle Tactic, they'll definitely die … Is that light a God's clone?"
Wu Ming caught a glimpse of blood from the corner of his eye.
"If the clone is at the third level, then the main body is at least at the peak of the third level. It's very likely that the main body is at the fourth level of the Divine Path. An existence like Phoenix City God or Raging Dragon River Earl should be Izumo Taisha's God — Eight Thousand Spear Lives, right? More importantly, this god seems to be from Susanoo's faction … "
With that thought in mind, Wu Ming's face revealed a hint of ridicule. "Guiyi Yijing!"
"Your Majesty!"
Guiyi Yijing rushed over and half-knelt. On the battlefield, one should be so meticulous.
"Take the Iron Artillery to this position and help the first ghost team kill the rebels!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Looking at Guiyi Yijing galloping away, Wu Ming's expression became more playful. "The God of Human Dao has too many restrictions. On one hand, faith is one, and on the other hand, he has great luck! This Guiyi Yijing has the Fuso Dragon Qi, and he's a direct descendant of Susanoo. What can you do to him? "
Guiyi Yijing arrived just in time. With the help of the Eight Thousand Spear Gods' clones, the group of priests began to counterattack and almost forced the first ghost team into a desperate situation.
"Iron Artillery, fire!"
Seeing this scene, Guiyi Yijing was furious and immediately ordered.
Bang!
Violent flames sprayed out from the barrel, and the lead bullets suddenly bloomed on the white clothes of the priests and the miko.
The Eight Thousand Spear Gods looked at Guiyi Yijing, but they were stunned. "The Son of God?! Has the battle of the Son of God already begun? "
The game of the Three Noble Gods was like a game of chess, and the most important thing was to hide their purpose.
Before Onimaru became famous, unless Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu Omikami personally came, no one would be able to find any clues. Even Susanoo could only vaguely sense the traces of his fate. This was the price he had to pay to hide and prevent his enemies from divining his fate!
Now, Guiyi Yijing's luck began to flourish, but it had not yet fully appeared. The Eight Thousand Spear Gods could only vaguely feel that this samurai had the blood of a god, but they could not be sure.
"Evil God!"
Guiyi Yijing did not hesitate at all. He galloped forward and slashed the Samurai sword in his hand at the doppelganger of the Eight Thousand Spear Gods.
At the same time, the cloud above his head flashed, and the purple luck appeared, forming a terrible suppression that suddenly fell on the Eight Thousand Spear Gods.
"This is …"
The Eight Thousand Spear Gods were shocked, but they were immediately cut in half by the Mikaze Munechika, and a lot of blood splashed and sprinkled on the ground.
Bang!
The bloody array on the ground exploded, indicating that the doppelganger had really fallen.
"Eight Thousand Spear Gods … How is this possible?"
Seeing this scene, the rest of the priests and miko were stunned.
"What are you waiting for, kill them all! Don't leave a single one alive! "
Guiyi Yijing suddenly shouted, urging his Iron Artillery and the rest of the samurai to kill the enemy.
…
The sunset was like blood, the battlefield was a mess, and the flag representing the Yiyu Clan was burning in the flames.
Many Ashigaru diligently cleaned the battlefield, carried the bodies of the samurai and the Ashigaru back, and then took off the armor of the enemy samurai, and buried or burned the enemy's bodies.
"My Lord!"
Inside the camp, Kanosuke Yamanaka excitedly reported to Wu Ming: "In this battle, my family lost more than forty Ashigaru, and the other clans lost more than three hundred …"
"Well, this loss is acceptable, what about the enemy?"
Wu Ming waved the military fan and asked casually.
"The enemy's General Akira Izuke was captured by our samurai! Three thousand troops, eight hundred dead, and one thousand and five hundred prisoners! This is a great victory! After this battle, even the Yiyu Clan will have to admit the hegemony of my family in the Iishi District! "
"Let Yijing, Kotaro, and Kenichi come in!"
Wu Ming gave the order, and the first to come in was Mochizuki Kotaro. The ninja knelt respectfully and presented a severed head: "My Lord, the enemy Jonin has been captured by me, and after this battle, I have finally broken through the limit of a Jonin …"
Although he had changed clothes, Wu Ming could still feel the strong smell of blood on his body, which meant that he had been seriously injured, and must have gone through a desperate struggle.
To be able to kill a Level Three with a Level Two body, even with the use of traps and siege, was an earth-shattering feat.
"How are the casualties of the Daiichi Unit?"
"My Lord, the Daiichi Unit lost thirty-seven people, Matsushita Shota, Koizumi Kenzo, and Koizumi Kenzo were all killed …"
Kenichi Matsushita knelt on the ground and said.
"Well, I see. From now on, you will be the official leader of the Daiichi Unit, and the dead will be compensated. Next, I will expand the Daiichi Unit to five hundred people!"
Wu Ming flicked his fingernails, his eyes were emotionless as he said in a calm tone.
The ninja swordsmen of the Daiichi Unit were all created by him, and it was not a pity that a few of them died. As long as there was enough blood and flesh of a powerful monster, there was no shortage of such people.
However, after this battle, Kenichi Matsushita's aura seemed to have broken through again, and perhaps he would soon cross the threshold of Level Three, which made Wu Ming a little surprised.
"Guiyi Yijing, you seem to have something to say?"
Wu Ming glanced at Guiyi Yijing again, and seeing that the kid wanted to say something, he couldn't help but ask with a smile.
"Yes!"
Guiyi Yijing gritted his teeth and suddenly retreated: "I don't think we can retreat now!"
"Oh? Can't we establish the foundation of our family after defeating Izosuke Akigami? "
Wu Ming asked with a faint smile. Everyone present was confused, only Kanosuke Yamanaka's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look.
"Of course, after today's battle, the entire Izumo Nation will recognize the strength of our lord!"
Guiyi Yijing said: "If our family is willing to be the local daimyo and hide in the Iishi District, it will naturally be enough! However, if we want to rule the entire Izumo Nation and let the world see our lord's magnanimity, this is far from enough! "
"Haha … the world!"
Wu Ming laughed heartily: "Yes, among all the people present, only Yijing can win my heart! Moreover … our family's strength has now reached a critical juncture. Even if we retreat bravely, after ruling over Fanishi, we will inevitably be coveted and besieged. Perhaps the encirclement against our family has already formed! "
"Needless to say about the Yiyu Clan, the Izumo Nation's king will definitely pay close attention to our family from now on. Moreover, the situation of the war between the three families in Anyi Nation is gradually becoming clear. The winner is between the Mōri Family of Ape City and the Dazuji Family of Five Dragons City! Once the other party unifies the Anyi Nation, their next step will definitely be to invade the Izumo Nation and become the million-stone daimyo! "
In this region, the Izumo Nation and Anyi Nation were the two most powerful nations, each with hundreds of thousands of stones. Once the two nations were unified, the surrounding daimyo families would definitely submit to them. This was the million-stone daimyo! It was enough to control the situation of the entire world!
"The Mōri Family has always been at odds with our family. This time, we sent troops because we secretly formed an alliance with the Dazuji Family to form a restraint. Otherwise, our rear would definitely be attacked! Unfortunately, the Dazuji Family's strength is still inferior to the Mōri Family. I'm afraid that even with our secret support, the Anyi Nation will definitely fall into the hands of the Mōri Family! "
Wu Ming's expression was solemn. "Therefore, this battle has only just begun. We must not retreat. Once we retreat, our family will not be able to develop. When the Mōri Family unifies the Anyi Nation, we will immediately be under the pincer attack of Mōri and Yiyu!
"Therefore, we must attack! Attack! Attack again! Until we defeat the Yiyu Clan in one fell swoop! "
Kanosuke Yamanaka broke out in a cold sweat and immediately knelt down. "Please forgive me for being short-sighted and not being able to see your ambitions. That's right, we must defeat the Yiyu Clan in one fell swoop and establish the Izumo Nation as the overlord!"
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