With the sound of dense footsteps, a group of black-clad n wielding knives rushed out from the front courtyard.
Every one of them looked fierce and sinister, their eyes cruel, and they cursed furiously with their knives raised:
"Where did these petty thieves co from, daring to..."
"Noisy!"
Li Yan directly drew the flintlock pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
With a violent roar, flesh and bones splattered everywhere, and those at the forefront instantly vanished without a trace.
"Firearms!"
The other n saw it and their faces were imdiately filled with fear as they retreated.
Li Yan didn’t bother with them; these people were obviously hired lowlifes.
The real enemy had already arrived.
Suddenly, a Yin wind blew around, the light dimd, and twelve eerie lanterns slowly rose from within the courtyard.
The lantern papers were painted with strange human faces that emitted a woman’s weeping sound as they spun in the wind.
Three figures stepped out slowly from within the moon gate facing the rockery, treading on the shadows cast by the lanterns.
In the middle was a white-faced monk, wearing a moon-white Kasaya embroidered with golden Sanskrit, holding a Vajra Pestle in his left hand, his right hand forming a seal.
His forehead was painted with a twisted "Soldier" word in vermillion, and with each step he took, there was a thudding sound on the ground.
On the left was a witch, about twenty years old, holding an Imperial Coin wrapped in talisman paper, her magnificent kimono embroidered with a picture of the Eight-headed Serpent swallowing the sun.
On the right was a rchant, dressed like a Central Plains person, wearing a brocade robe, playing with two Iron Galls in his hand, with Arm Armor showing from his sleeves.
"Twelve Primordial Spirits..."
The rchant’s face was unpleasant, "The court’s bloodhounds have finally tracked us through the scent of blood."
"What are you?"
Li Yan sneered, "Japan’s hybrid, you really consider yourself a Central Plains person."
The rchant’s face turned abruptly, and he spoke a few words in Japanese to the monk beside him.
"Hmph!"
The Japanese monk’s eyes were icy, and he suddenly slamd the Vajra Pestle onto the ground.
With a bang, the bluestone slabs cracked inch by inch, frost spreading along the cracks.
"Rin, Pyō, Tō, Sha, Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen!"
He recited the True Word backwards, with each word he uttered, the vermillion on his forehead brightened, then pointed the Vajra Pestle around.
Poof, poof, poof, blood mist burst into the air.
Standing on the roof, Long Yan’er frowned slightly as the sesa gu near the three were all destroyed.
"He’s from the True Word Sect, the bald monk!"
Li Yan reminded, then with a clang, drew the Duan Chen Blade.
They had already known that pirates were rampant here before coming to Jiangnan, so they had asked the Xuan Sacrificial Officer for information in advance.
The monk opposite was from the Eastern Secret True Words Sect, founded by Kong Hai, with the Great Sun Scripture and Diamond Sutra at its core, emphasizing the three secrets of body, speech, and mind, adept at hand seal spells with "Rin, Pyō, Tō, Sha, Kai, Jin, Retsu, Zai, Zen" incantations, alongside a strong physique for combat.
It can be said to be an all-in-one existence, difficult to deal with using just Gu Worms.
And that witch should be from Shintoism, with the Eight-headed Serpent embroidered on her kimono, her status must be high.
"Take action!"
The opposing rchant suddenly flipped his hand, and Iron Galls shot out from his sleeve, along with thirty-six Bone-piercing Nails hidden within.
Judging from the technique, it was similar to the ninja before, but with more power.
Li Yan sidestepped, and with a bang, the Iron Gall smashed the wall behind him, creating a big hole, while the Bone-piercing Nails scattered and embedded into the ground.
Lv San moved just as quickly, like a beast running on four limbs, springing off the wall to dodge the Iron Gall, flipping in mid-air, and drawing the Bone Flower.
The three opposing figures, obviously possessing Divine Skills, scattered upon slling the gunpowder in the Bone Flower.
But little did they know, Lv San was rely feinting to buy Li Yan ti.
The ground of the restaurant shook violently, Li Yan had disappeared from sight.
The Japanese monk’s expression changed drastically, lifting the Demon-Subduing Pestle and swinging it to the left air.
Ding!
Accompanied by a crisp tallic sound, Li Yan appeared out of nowhere, swinging the blade down.
Not to ntion the difference in Dao between the two, the Duan Chen Blade was forged with Flood Dragon Horn, with astonishing power.
In any small Magic Vein, it could be considered the treasure of the sect.
The monk’s Demon-Subduing Pestle was also a treasure, but it was nothing before the Duan Chen Blade.
Slish!
The Demon-Subduing Pestle was directly cut in half, along with one of the monk’s arms.
"Ah—!"
He let out a scream, clutching his bleeding left arm as he hurriedly retreated.
anwhile, on the other side, the witch also twisted her waist lightly, forming hand seals, and took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, throwing it to the ground.
Crash, as the porcelain bottle shattered, ghostly fire and Yin wind howled out.
In a breath, a half-shadow of an ox cart ford above the small courtyard.
Everyone could vaguely see that the wheels were made of white bones, the curtain hung with a string of beads made from children’s wrists, and at the cart’s shaft squatted three eyeless, blue-faced ghosts. The lantern on top cast the character "Resentnt" in a Blood Talisman.
What on earth is this?
Upon seeing it, Li Yan’s brows slightly furrowed.
He recognized the use of a Shikigami, but its appearance was indeed bizarre.
He did not know that this thing was called "Lóng Che," a Resentful Spirit Ox Cart from Japanese lore that devours aristocrats.
In the Edo Period, it stirred quite a bloodbath.
As for the witch, she hailed from the authentic Ise Witch Family, with her clan worshipping Amaterasu Omikami for generations.
"Moo~"
Ghost fire howled, and the ox cart shadow let out a piercing screech as it charged downward.
Wherever the wheels rolled over, the green bricks turned completely to powder, in a horrifying display of power.
Li Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, retreating with the montum, while his Arm Guard Thousand Thoughts Thunder Light shone brightly, and he swiped his fingers across the Duan Chen Blade.
Crackle, the blade instantly beca covered in thunder light.
No matter what the demon is, thunder can subdue it.
"Thunder Technique, not good!"
The witch’s face slightly changed, hastily forming hand seals, attempting to recall the Shikigami.
However, her face was pale, clearly having been injured before, making it impossible to control this rampaging Shikigami.
Bang!
The ox cart, wrapped in black smoke ghost fire, collided with Li Yan’s thunderous blade, exploding instantly.
Accompanied by the thunder’s roar, the blast rippled outward, scattering all the ghost fire.
"Moo~"
The ox cart shadow let out a miserable cry, disintegrating instantly, yet gathered again in another spot with the black smoke.
Although it wasn’t slain in one strike, it was evidently badly hurt.
This Shikigami went completely berserk, not daring to confront Li Yan, but barreled around the courtyard chaotically.
Lanterns were knocked over one by one, landing on the wooden beams and quickly igniting flas.
Poof!
The witch spat out a mouthful of blood, directly falling to the ground unconscious.
On the other side, Lv San was locked in an intense battle with a wealthy rchant.
The man resembling a wealthy rchant was clearly a ninja, and a Martial Arts expert at that.
In each hand, he held shurikens, striking with sparks flying as he clashed against Lv San’s Bone Flower repeatedly.
Not only this, but he sotis vanished underground, sotis erged flickering with black smoke, making his Martial Arts even more unpredictable.
Despite Lv San’s skills, he was sowhat falling into a disadvantage.
On the roof beam, Long Yan’er once more waved her hands, casting a spell at the wealthy rchant.
Her spell was not as strong as Wang Daoxuan’s, but it was complented by Gu Poison.
The wealthy rchant just noticed sothing amiss and was already feeling dizzy and his lips turning blue and purple.
"Ah——!"
The one-ard monk roared angrily, wanting to rush over to save him, but there was not the slightest chance left.
Having just defeated the witch, Li Yan exerted strength underfoot, simultaneously employing the North Emperor Divine Travel Technique.
Swish!
A silhouette accompanied by a flash of the blade, the head of the Japanese monk burst like a waterlon.
As for those who tried to flee, dressed in black, they were afflicted by the sesa gu, writhing on the ground in painful screams.
In the blink of an eye, only the wealthy rchant was left.
Moreover, the berserk Shikigami "Lóng Che" charged towards the front courtyard, smashing the suspended white lanterns along the way.
These white lanterns were used to cover the aura and light with the Great Array.
The Magic Artifact was destroyed, and instantly the firelight and sounds of battle transmitted around, exceptionally noticeable in the dark night.
"It’s the Hangzhou Weaving Bureau Deputy Envoy Zhao Family’s villa!"
In the distance, Salt Transport Envoy Zhu Cong stood shocked.
"Hahaha, caught so pirates!"
Sha Lifei laughed heartily, took his firearm and ran forward, "What are you waiting for? Follow !"
The surrounding soldiers heard this and, ignoring the burning heap of mice, scrambled behind him.
As for Wu Ba, he stretched his long legs, continuously accelerating, stomping loudly on the ground, taking the lead at the front.
Inside the courtyard, the situation was entirely different.
The wealthy rchant, seeing only himself left, with eyes full of despair, grew even more anxious as he saw the Shikigami ox cart shadow charging towards the front yard.
"Listen!"
He unexpectedly dropped to his knees with a thud, "I surrender, quickly, save my family!"
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