Chapter 873 Bloody Jeolla Road (16)

No one refuted the words of the khaki villain.

Because, after the river hit the mountain, it became more turbid, carrying more debris, and the speed became faster, and the destructive power was obviously far greater than before.

And it's coming from all directions.

Oni Shimazu slashed continuously, cutting out a series of terrifying sword lights, protecting the samurai under his command.

Although those warriors were not as powerful as him in combat, they were superior in numbers, and all of them shot together, and indeed temporarily contained the momentum of the flood.

But what if time goes by?

This plan is done!

The Tiger King who looked at this place from afar was delighted.

However, Lu Li knew in his heart that this method could cause a certain degree of trouble to the Satsuma Legion, but it could not destroy it.

As he expected.

After a while, Onishimazu saw that the situation was not right, and the surrounding river was flowing continuously, so he roared angrily.

The phantom of the demon god, which was already breathtaking, rose again, and even the area where he stood began to bulge.

Seeing this, those Japanese warlocks stopped doing those thankless things, and began to manipulate the leylines, raise the terrain, and wanted to escape from the flooded area of ​​the river.

The mountain god has the authority to control the earth's veins, so he should be the one to fight against it, but changing the general trend of the entire Su Xingling and maintaining the status quo is too much effort and magic, so he can only stand on the sidelines helplessly.

And Lu Li is not a wooden stake.

Qingji pinched the magic formula, waves of divine punishment rolled up, and took heavy shots at the area where the Satsuma warrior was.

At the critical moment, the phantom of the demon god played its role again, using his body as a shield to block it.

Before Yoshihiro Shimadzu could relax, another huge wave was set off the next moment.

Every time there was a critical moment, the legion commander would take action to protect the truth, but the warriors were often shrouded in shadows, and fear inevitably arose in their hearts.

"It's hard to imagine what it would be like to be involved."

"Death, there are no accidents."

Hearing the whispers in his ears, Toyohisa Shimadzu bent his bow and set his arrows at the little yellow man with a mysterious origin.

"Sine."

A voice was suppressed in the throat.

Almost at the same time, a beam of light flew straight towards Lu Li, and made it impossible to dodge by locking on the Qi machine.

In fact, as the victim, Lu Li didn't want to hide at all. He gently waved the spear in his hand, which was only the size of an embroidery needle.

A gleam of blood appeared.

Easily break through Toyohisa Shimadzu's long-prepared attack.

Because the whole process seemed too light, Feng Jiu felt offended.

Last night, the Ming army colluded with evildoers to attack the camp.

First that tiger monster, then that handsome monk, ignored him one after another, and now even a little shitty man not much bigger than a fly wants to provoke him.

Shimadzu Toyohisa became more and more angry as he thought about it, he bent his bow and set his arrows again, and the three arrow clusters pointed at Qingji's body in the shape of a character.

And the moment the fingers were released, the bowstring swayed wildly, obviously a lot of effort was used.

The warrior standing next to him could clearly see that the precious bow made with the meridians of different beasts and special craftsmanship almost broke from it.

Now, that monster of unknown origin can't survive, right?

Forgive the Japanese ignorance.

They can't recognize Qingji at all, because he is the water god of Qidi in ancient times. Unless he is a learned person who has a deep understanding of Chinese mythology, he can tell his identity. Otherwise, he will follow the trend and recognize him as some kind of mountain goblin unique to this place .

After all, in Japan, Shinto claims that there are eight million gods in the land, and the locals simply cannot recognize so many. It is not easy to recognize thousands of them, let alone the existence of legends in other countries.

clang!

Without any suspense, the three iron arrows filled with strength were smashed away again.

The bloody "embroidery needle" in Lu Li's hand completely became a nightmare in Toyohisa Shimadzu's heart.

This guy seemed to have gone crazy, he bent his bow three times and set his arrows, pulled out all the arrows that were glowing with cold light from the quiver, and pointed them at the figure sitting in the golden carriage.

boom!

In the end, none of the arrows were fired.

The bow and arrow made of the bones of unknown animals broke from it, showing how strong the force was.

"……"Land from.

Is this form really so disgusting?

The kid below tried twice in a row, but ended in failure. He didn't even give up, let alone recognize the gap between them.

With this strength, it is better to stop the flood and work hard to elevate the terrain.

"Who are you?"

Oni Shimazu finally spoke. He looked a little tired, but at this level, as long as he didn't suffer substantial damage, this kind of negative state was equivalent to nothing.

Anyone who underestimates him because of this will only suffer the consequences.

What's more, the old boy is very likely to cheat.

Anyway, it was very difficult to convince Lu Li of the old devil in front of him.

"The water god of Chanjin River."

Lies come out of your mouth.

Although it was spoken in Chinese, the few warriors present could understand it.

You must know that Japan and North Korea have been influenced by the Central Plains dynasty for generations, and learning Han culture is a compulsory course for the nobles, while the Korean gods have lived for thousands of years, so it is normal for them to master one more language.

In addition, Japan has despised North Korea since thousands of years ago, and it is impossible for the nobles to lower their status and learn the language of the Ly Dynasty.

Because of this, Oni Shimadzu first spoke in Daming Mandarin.

"Why do you bother to come to this muddy water? Now, half of the army has crossed the Chanjin River. From the beginning to the end, we have never done anything to slaughter the aquarium. We only killed those monsters who went around the boat to provoke."

"As a water god, you should know."

Words are full of sincerity.

It's a pity that Lu Li is not a Chanjin River water god at all, and next, he even wants to drive out the aquatic monsters entrenched here to deal with the Japanese.

A dead fellow Taoist will never die a poor Taoist.

You can't let the soldiers under your command die, right?

If you think about it with a dark belly, they, a group of demons raised by nature, repay the mountains and rivers with their lives, and show filial piety. After thousands of years, it will be a good story!

And to have contributed to this matter by myself is simply boundless merit.

In Oni Shimadzu's eyes, the strange-looking small khaki monster above his head was weighing the pros and cons, so after a long time, he urged:

"I will not be held accountable for mobilizing the Chanjin River to attack the army. After all, no warrior died in this disaster. As the terrain rises, the flood disaster is almost resolved."

"So is your Excellency willing to take a step back? We came from a long distance just to conquer the people of the Li Dynasty and teach the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. As long as the flood is removed and a road is opened, these things will never be blamed."

Frankly speaking, if Yoshihiro Shimadzu had swung his sword long ago, if he hadn't been unable to figure out the path of the strange beast in front of him, and didn't want to waste his precious troops on the monster, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to back down and try to persuade him.

"If you are willing to follow us and conquer the Li Dynasty together, I can even guarantee that after the capture of Seoul, I will persuade the Taige to appoint you as the chief of the eight waters of North Korea, and control the waters of the country."

Before he slapped, he gave sweet dates and kept drawing big cakes.

However, Yoshihiro Shimadzu made a wrong calculation. He never thought that the khaki villain was actually transformed from the general of the Nanyuan Ming Army.

"Since you are so sincere, it's not good for me not to express it, so I will call the monsters under my command to come to help."

After the words fell, the slightly calm water surface churned again.

Intuition told Yoshihiro Shimadzu that things were not that simple, but reason told him that under such circumstances, no monster would dare to provoke the army.

Unless it takes too long.

However, under the expectation of everyone, the nightmare-like waves shrouded the top of the head again.

Not only that, but in the turbulent river, there is a demon clan showing its figure, and through the scales and claws, one can guess how exaggerated its figure is.

now.

The monsters are actually also panicking, because they don't want to participate in the war at all. Those of the same race who have backbone or poor brains have already died at the sword of the Japanese...

But in the tide, there is a very strange force that keeps driving itself towards the battlefield.

The war is imminent.

Oni Shimazu carefully guarded the yellow figure above his head, and didn't say anything stupid.

Suddenly, a dark green figure moved first, waving a steel fork and rushing towards the Satsuma warrior.

The fuse of the war appeared.

In the next moment, the huge waves surrounding the area fell, and mud, sand and stones, as well as hundreds of large monsters, fell into the battle group.

Logically speaking, with the shadow of the demon god resisting, the Satsuma samurai wouldn't have to worry about being hit, but Lu Li's avatar Qing Ji had already moved.

It is faster than the Frog King mixed in the river.

Toyohisa Shimadzu is too tender.

As soon as the battle started, Lu Li set his sights on Oni Shimadzu.

An invincible momentum rose up, as if to reverse the world, those warriors who were a little closer could not resist at all.

"This little bastard..."

Feng Jiu couldn't believe it. He knew that Qing Ji's body transformed by Lu Li was extraordinary, but he still found it unbelievable when he noticed the overwhelming aura.

Why does such a mighty power exist on a three-inch villain.

I saw the huge waves being pushed away, and the water dragons danced wildly in the sky, welcoming a certain supreme being.

At the same time, there was a creaking sound, and the golden chariot rumbled forward.

"kill."

In the blink of an eye, after crossing a distance of 100 meters, he arrived behind Onijimazu, his cold words echoed, and a tiny spear like an embroidery needle pierced out.

An irresistible force strikes.

Oni Shimazu didn't dare to be careless, and immediately brandished the handed down samurai sword.

Amidst the roar of metal, the mountain that was raised not long ago began to sink.

A short confrontation ended, Shimadzu Yoshihiro looked dignified, a gap appeared on Xueliang's sword, which seemed insignificant, but as the master of the sword, he still keenly detected it.

"kill."

Lu Li was not in a hurry, and swung his spear again to kill after the blow failed.

Everyone who sees this scene will find it inexplicably strange. A three-inch little man not much bigger than a fly, with brilliant divine light blooming all over his body, every blow he makes is enough to split mountains and mountains. Yoshihiro Shimadzu fought back and forth.

"You are strong, but you are not my opponent. Remove the water and give you a chance to escape. As long as you are not caught by the navy, this matter will be cancelled."

Yoshihiro Shimadzu was concerned about the family warriors around him, so he spoke flatly.

Although the old guy was stating the facts, Lu Li was still very upset. He suppressed the urge in his heart to become Zhu Yan and dominate the battlefield.

"kill."

The voice was deep and powerful.

The sound of collisions continued one after another.

There are Satsuma warriors, frog kings, and black-maned horses on the battlefield.

Therefore, both of them controlled the aftermath of the battle within a very small range, but even so, the coercion still made people subconsciously avoid it.

"Change another place to fight again."

Yoshihiro Shimadzu, who saw that Lu Li was also worried, proposed.

"good."

The two figures that had attracted much attention disappeared, and everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Including those monsters who were forced to get involved in the chaos.

They couldn't help but want to leave the battlefield, but the next moment, a wave of law set off and pushed them back.

So far, none of the monsters dared to put their differences into action, so they could only silently pray for the two to decide the winner as soon as possible so that they could leave.

"The generation who inserts the label and sells the first."

"Chicken tile dog!"

"My black emperor has a halberd, which can move mountains, break rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress demons, order gods, pick stars, destroy cities, and open the sky!"

"The sky did not give birth to me, the Black Emperor, and the way of the halberd is like a long night!"

The black-maned horse yelled various phrases learned while surfing the Internet, and waved Fang Tian's painted halberd, exuding a monstrous demonic aura all over his body.

The arrogance in the words made Lu Bu himself feel ashamed even when he was present.

Toyohisa Shimadzu, who was facing it, gritted his teeth, as if he had run out of words, and kept calling Nishiuchi.

But just like the owner, the black-maned horse, who only knows a few words in Japanese, couldn't understand what this guy was talking about, but he knew in his heart that it was definitely not a good word, so he stepped up his attack.

Vigorously miracle!

Ma'er didn't have the combat skills honed by Lu Bu's many battles, but he didn't lack in strength, and his arrogance far surpassed that of the righteous master.

Ever since, Toyohisa Shimadzu was suppressed for a while.

To some extent, the battle between the black-maned horse and him was a continuation of the battle between Lu Li and Shimadzu Yoshihiro.

The black-maned horse has confidence in its owner. Once it reveals its trump card and turns into Zhu Yan, an ancient war beast, Oni Shimadzu is no match at all.

In the same way, Toyohisa Shimadzu also has great confidence in his uncle. This man named the ghost of Satsuma was just warming up just now.

a long distance away.

The two left the narrow underwater battlefield and began to fight freely.

Gusts of wind blew away the towering ancient trees by their roots, leaving rock debris and plant powder everywhere.

I don't know when, the golden body is covered with notches of swords, but it does not prevent it from exuding a bright light and an ancient vicissitudes of life.

And Yoshihiro Shimadzu's carrying knife had continuous gaps, like shark teeth.

"Ikezao!"

There is no phantom of the indomitable demon god, all the mighty power blesses his body, Oni Shimadzu exudes a breathtaking aura, and slashes the golden chariot horizontally.

On top of the chariot stood the three-inch-high body of Qing Ji, who seemed to be the supreme saint overlooking the heaven and earth, waving a bloody spear to meet the enemy.

Vaguely, Lu Li heard the roar of the giant whale.

The previous experience of fighting Shimadzu Tadahiro told him that this is a manifestation of the flow, a product of skills, personal will, and even the laws of heaven and earth.

Among them, the whale is the most powerful vision, representing the limit of strength.

Sure enough, a bright color appeared in Lu Li's line of sight, like a churning ocean wave, and then a whale head appeared and hit the spear.

As they disappeared bit by bit, the whale body and tail appeared one after another.

An inexplicable mournful cry resounded through the clouds and echoed throughout the entire mountain range for a long time.

And the bloody battle spear that Lu Li took out from the Black Mountain treasury broke immediately.