Chapter 152

It was the three hundred Japanese swordsmen who entered the pass from the east gate. These Japanese swordsmen were cruel, waving Japanese Swords and rushing into the city.

In the streets, they were bluffing and rowdy.

These ronins are all selected Oriental swordsmen. They are very confident in their own strength. As long as they rush into the city, the Ming garrison are just pigs and dogs.

At this moment, on the other side of the long street, a white robed scholar, holding a ruler and sword, quietly stopped in the middle of the road.

"Those who dismount and surrender may not be killed!" Brother Fang, the master of Wushuang sword sect, uses the horizontal sword in his chest, and says in a loud voice.

The prodigal swordsman in the front is the swordsmanship instructor of Toyo Sasaki sword hall. Because he killed a man in Osaka, his family wandered here.

He was the first one to rush into the city. He was at the peak of his momentum. He leaned down, and with the help of the impact of the horse, he wielded his sword fiercely. He had the momentum to break the scholar in front of him.

As a result, Fang Weiling only made one move, that is to draw the sword.

The ruler is the sword, punishing the people!

This sword is ordinary. Compared with his opponent's sword coming at a gallop, it's a world and an underground. It's like a cloud and mud.

But after the sword was handed out, there was a strange shrill sound in front of Fang Weiling.

Hum! Hiss!

The swordsman on horseback suddenly felt a slight chill on his shoulder. Then he widened his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief.

Because he saw half of himself, not only half of himself, but also half of the horse, still flying forward, while the other half of himself and the horse in his crotch stayed in the same place forever.

The sky is full of blood.

Fang Weiling's sword is ten feet in length. Within ten feet, all the enemy riders were cut into two pieces with one sword. In the middle of the air, a big rain of blood burst out. The scene was shocking.

The poor horses couldn't stop. After several or even ten steps, they fell to the ground.

It's more than ten feet cold! The power and power of the sword can be described as earth shaking.

The ronin swordsmen behind were shocked. Where did they see such terrible swordsmanship in Toyo!

For a time, the front of the rein, behind the end less than, and knocked over dozens of people.

Seeing this, many ronin swordsmen took the initiative to jump off their horses, form a battle formation, shout slogans and rush up.

They think that the horse is not flexible enough, which makes the sword burst out so terrible damage. As long as they get off the horse, they can kill the master in front by their footwork and number of people.

Because, after all, he has only one person!

Fang Weiling didn't ask the city's guards or others to help, because he knew very well that the key was to guard the city wall and block the army outside.

Therefore, he stood in front of thousands of riders.

"The world is turbulent and the killing is due to the loss of human nature!" At the same time, Fang Weiling said faintly, he wielded a noble sword Qi.

The Qi of the sword coagulates but doesn't disperse. It goes straight in front of the body for more than ten Zhang. Everything on the path of the Qi of the sword is divided into two parts.

"Everyone has compassion!" Fang Weiling chanted "Mencius" while waving his sword.

It's another sword Qi. It's forced by the sword edge. It's not fast or slow. It's just ready to connect with the previous one.

After cutting dozens of people, the power of the sword Qi in front didn't dissipate, and the sword Qi in the back came back.

"Everyone has a sense of shame." Fang Weiling chanted again. With a wave of his hand, another sword Qi came into being.

"Everyone has a heart of respect!" Fang Weiling kept on studying, and his sword spirit kept on rising.

"Right and wrong, everyone has it!" It's another sword Qi. It's later and earlier, catching up with the front swords.

In a twinkling, the whole street turned into a Shura hell. Under the strangulation of swords, all of them were amputated.

In front of Fang Weiling's peerless sword spirit, those invincible ronin swordsmen were as fragile as paper, and they turned into ghosts under the sword one after another.

He will never show mercy to these notorious ronin swordsmen who are raping, raping, plundering and doing all kinds of bad things in the territory of Daming.

"Come on! Come on! He can't shoot sword all the time

"He is a man, not a god!

Sword swing eight wasteland, vertical and horizontal invincible! This is the sword of wushuangcheng, and it is also the sword of wushuangjian school! It is the right way of heaven to use sword Qi to kill these invaders! Be worthy of your heart!

Soon, five hundred Japanese swordsmen were slaughtered. Although they were extremely cruel, even with the determination of jade, they could not break through Fang Weiling's sword spirit.

However, a steady stream of enemies came up like tigers and wolves.

Hundreds of people from the river and the lake swarmed in. Among them, there are famous evil masters all over the world, as well as top killers who are harmless on the surface but actually have hidden murders. They waved all kinds of weapons and rushed up like a tide.

If we meet in a narrow road, the brave will win! What's more, it's at this time of siege.

These people all know that the person in front of them is a master, and he is the master among the masters. But if we can't break through his defense line, everyone will die in this city.

So, they rushed up in desperation. Before people arrived, hundreds of concealed weapons were called in. For a moment, there were flying objects all over the sky. It was so dark and terrible.

Fang Weiling didn't move. He pointed to the ground with the tip of his sword and drew a circle.

"To heaven!" With Fang Weiling talking to himself, an invisible sword force appeared three feet in front of him, which blocked all the hidden weapons from the circle.

Ding Ding Dang!

For a moment, Fang Weiling's whole body seemed to be in a rainstorm, and countless concealed weapons fell to the ground.

In a flash, the crowd broke out like a torrent, wrapping him in it.

In all directions, there are all the swordsmen licking blood. Countless swords are chopping towards Fang Weiling at the same time.

"Prairie fire!" Fang Weiling didn't move, and the ruler sword in his hand turned into thousands of sword shadows, scattered in all directions.

Why don't the whole world be enemies? I have a spark to start a prairie fire!

The scream came from all directions, and the swordsmen fell to the ground one after another, just like the rice fields blown by the strong wind. With Fang Weiling's body as the center of the circle, no one could stand within two feet.

I didn't expect that the swordsmanship of the first disciple of the matchless sword sect was so terrible. All the real masters who mixed up in the crowd were startled.

The sword was so fast that no one could see it clearly.

At this time, Fang Weiling moved!

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit! His speed was a hundred times faster than that of the rabbit. The combination of man and sword made him crash into the crowd.

The light of the sword leaps like a silver snake. It flies up and down. It has not exhausted its Qi and stabs more than 70 people.

We only heard screams from the crowd one after another. Those who hit the sword fell to the ground one after another, but no one could hurt half a hair of Fang Weiling.

No matter what level of martial arts, no matter how remote weapons you use, as long as you are close to Fang Weiling, you will be stabbed down with a sword.

"Come on! Let's go side by side! Don't panic

"He's alone! He's tired to death, too

"Ha ha! I hit him Someone in the crowd just yelled and was killed by Fang Weiling.

Fang Weiling's figure shuttled quickly through the crowd. His footwork was very fast. With each sword, one person died. He was like a precision machine, harvesting his life mercilessly.

Even if there was a sword on him, he was relieved by the strength of his protective sword. It only hurt but not hurt. There was no innate force. It was hard to hurt him even if he wanted to.

Finally, several congenital warriors hiding in the crowd finally couldn't help it. They chose to join hands and surrounded Fang Weiling from the front, back, left and right.

In this chaotic army, even if he was beaten by iron, he could not support it for so long. Therefore, no one stopped those pawns from being killed just now.

These so-called masters are waiting, waiting for Fang Weiling's internal power consumption, waiting for him to make mistakes.

Fang Weiling is so keen. In fact, he has already faintly felt that there are two pairs of eyes peeping at him. They have the strength to kill themselves, but they are not willing to go on the stage immediately. Instead, they consume their strength with the lives of their companions.

Of course, maybe these people don't deserve companions at all! There was no expression on Fang Weiling's face, but there was a trace of bitterness in his heart.