The battlefield is ever-changing. In the instant the two brushed past each other, one smiled with her almond-shaped eyes raised, and the other lowered her eyes with a smile.
Ruan Xianxian landed on the deck. The instant she landed, the ancient sword swept to her side, where a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. The shadow brushed past the tip of the sword and retreated swiftly.
He was greeted by a long but powerful hand stained with blood, which gripped the hermit's neck and snapped.
The body slumped to the ground, its last sight before death being Miyano's face, which wore a half-silver mask and kept getting bigger.
From the ninja's sneak attack to Ruan Xianxian's sword strike, Miyano calculated the opponent's foothold while dodging and killed him with a single blow.
At this point, only two of the four men who had surrounded him remained.
Looking at the man whose chest heaved violently, whose face was stained red with blood and who was no longer recognizable...
How could Ruan Xianxian not see his exhaustion? She simply raised an eyebrow and gave him a command.
"Support me."
"It's my pleasure." Miyano disappeared from sight in a few flashes.
Turning around, she saw two Onmyoji staring at her menacingly. A slit-mouthed woman with a foul stench flew out from her sleeve. Ruan Xianxian sneered, ignoring the slit-mouthed woman's attack.
He let the big mouth bite off a large chunk of flesh from her arm, skin and all. His goal was clear: to kill the Onmyoji.
The Onmyoji was so frightened by her reckless madness that he took a step back. Ruan Xianxian charged forward with her sword, but just as she was about to get close, she suddenly dodged to the side.
The sword tip and the air bullet that flew in from the side simultaneously pierced the Onmyoji's brow and heart.
Even in death, his eyes remained wide open and his lips moved, unconsciously reciting the incantation he had uttered in life.
With her arm injured, Ruan Xianxian grinned, flicked the blood off her longsword, and attacked Gong Ye simultaneously from both sides...
Just as the Onmyoji ordered the Slit-Mouthed Woman to hold them off at all costs while he prepared to retreat, a deafening roar suddenly erupted behind them.
Flames shot into the sky, and an island nation's warship on the outer perimeter disintegrated from the flames. A large blue ox stood at the bow, mooing innocently at Ruan Xianxian.
He's a mountain-crushing bull, capable of flattening mountains, let alone a tin box under his feet... it wouldn't withstand his trampling.
At that moment, the wind subsided and the rain stopped.
For a tiny island nation like Japan, the most powerful demon they've ever seen in their lives is probably their Yamata no Orochi.
The islanders, including the novice Onmyoji, were horrified. Some of the dwarf soldiers, who had never seen anything like it before, dropped their weapons and knelt down.
Some of the dwarf soldiers, driven mad with fear, frantically fired their rifles at the big blue ox.
Even bullets strong enough to penetrate several layers of steel plates at close range would only tickle Qingniu.
He even had the leisure to swish his tail, sweeping away three incoming bullets and sending them back the way they came, hitting the dwarf soldier right between the eyebrows.
At this moment, Dwarf Army went mad!
Some of those with weaker mental resilience even broke down and jumped into the sea to commit suicide!
How do we fight this?
They had six warships, while China had seven.
They were mortals, impervious to bullets and fire from the demonic beasts brought by China.
Tell him, how can he fight anymore?
The originally planned encirclement and suppression support was also disrupted by a sudden natural disaster within the country, forcing an emergency recall.
At this moment, only one warship returned, and the dwarf army, which still had the strength to fight, fell into unprecedented despair.
The big blue ox loved the feeling of being the center of attention.
It's not over yet...
With a single step, he rose into the air and strolled through the void, mooing as he walked step by step toward Ruan Xianxian.
Landing on the deck, the bull-eyed man glanced mockingly at the fairy's opponent opposite him, whose face had long since lost all color.
With a leap, its four hooves bounced up, and the huge bull twisted and turned as it charged toward the man.
Before he could even touch anyone, a figure appeared in front of him, blocking his path. The old ox couldn't understand what the figure was babbling about, but he instinctively felt that this person was not simple. He stopped and his ox-faced serious.
Ruan Xianxian raised her eyebrows, "What did you say? Stewing him would definitely taste better than Wagyu beef?"
The ox froze, and anger slowly gathered in its wise eyes. Beef? It wanted to eat him too? Little Knife, he's asking for it!
Moo—
The Green Ox's fighting power more than doubled when it was in a frenzied state.
The Grand Onmyoji found it incredibly difficult to deal with.
Most importantly, these beasts who cultivate by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon are not afraid of the evil energy that Yin-Yang Masters are best at, and even regard the evil energy as a snack.
Just as the battle was about to break out again, a delicate shout rang in everyone's ears: "Kill!"
Then, streaks of purple lightning gathered above another warship, eventually coalescing into the shape of a large sword.
The beautiful Chinese woman's black hair danced wildly in the wind as she slashed down with her palm like a knife. A large sword formed from lightning above her head slashed down with Mu Xia's movement.
The entire warship was instantly covered by a net of lightning. The purple lightning, like coiled snakes, struck the dwarf soldier along the waterway, causing him to convulse and feel as if he were dying.
With the entire ship of dwarf soldiers rendered incapable of fighting, Mu Xia leaped from a barrage of detonators and electric nets onto Weiwei's back and reached the bow of the ship where Ruan Xianxian was within a few breaths.
Despite being injured in multiple places and her military boots being soaked in blood, she paused briefly before walking up behind Ruan Xianxian with a smirk.
The second enemy ship... is dead!
Who will be the next one?
On a large ship crawling with crocodiles, an old shaman dressed in flamboyant clothes was being chased all over the ship by the crocodiles.
"Don't bite it, that's not food, it's a sock!"
"I told you not to bite, not even the belt! If you keep doing this, I won't be so polite!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old shaman began chanting incantations. Suddenly, he stopped and looked up. His black pupils disappeared, replaced by a blank, indifferent gaze.
He stood amidst the crocodiles scurrying about on the boat, showing neither joy nor sorrow. Finally, as if sighing, he began to take strange, incomprehensible steps.
With the final step, the ship lurched violently and began to sink rapidly before everyone's unblinking eyes.
The old shaman leaped down, sitting on his staff, which looked no thicker than a fire poker, and sailed automatically to Ruan Xianxian's boat without any wind, then jumped onto the deck.
Even though they were quite far apart, the voice reached my ears clearly: "I'm sorry the kids at home have been a bother for you. Since you're already here, do you mind if I stay a little longer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked up to Ruan Xianxian, paused, and casually waved his colorful sleeves. A Yin-Yang Master screamed as his body was cut in two.
She curled her lip in disdain, "He's a complete pushover compared to that puppet Mingzheng. No wonder my kid is so useless; he has no rivals."
Ruan Xianxian looked at the so-called sixty-year-old child in front of her, and then remembered the Mingzheng he mentioned, which should be Emperor Mingzheng of the Dwarf Kingdom.
Someone from the years 1616, so who is this person?
With a sudden burst of energy, Ruan Xianxian, adhering to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, clasped her hands in a fist salute.
The ancestor borrowed her own descendant's body to come up and take a look, and wanted to stay a little longer. She had no right to say whether it was okay or not!
Thus, the third enemy ship... perished!
After dealing with their opponents, more and more people and beasts gathered here. After boarding the ship, they smiled at the Onmyoji and consciously stood behind Ruan Xianxian.
Before she knew it, a crowd had gathered behind her, each with a mocking smile, watching the Onmyoji gradually stop their attacks and gather together.
The old shaman smiled and said, "Will you come? I'll send you down to see the Emperor."
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