The Japanese warrior stood up and shook the dust off his body.
He looked up and down at the man holding two swords above him.
"Yin Yang Sword Tsing Yi, a famous swordsman of the Tang Dynasty. Today is a good time to see which one is stronger and weaker between the swords of the Tang Dynasty and the swords of Japan."
As he spoke, the person had disappeared from the same place, only to reappear in front of Qing Yi, with his katana unsheathed and a streak of lightning drawn out.
Tsing Yi's two swords were spread horizontally, and with the blessing of true energy, the force of the counterattack forced the Japanese warrior to fly back a few steps.
The Japanese samurai was a little surprised. He did not expect that this swordsman of the Tang Dynasty had such experience when fighting against Japanese samurai swords and did not take advantage of any weapons.
Qing Yi said coldly: "The Japanese sword-making skills are extraordinary. It is difficult for Tang Dynasty swords to compete with Japanese swords, but as long as the swords do not collide directly, your swords will have no effect."
"It seems that this is not the first day that the swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty have known Japan."
"It is rumored that a Japanese samurai organization has sneaked into Chang'an with the intention of undermining the stability of the world. What we saw today is in line with the rumors!"
"So you joined this plan with premeditation?"
"If the heroes of the world really want to find the emperor to settle the matter for what happened back then, I, the Yin Yang Sword Qing Yi, as the master, will live up to the mission of the world and kill the emperor to determine the destiny! Now there are Japanese people coming and going in the East Palace, this incident is not a simple matter
The earth is settling the matter for the past, but there are people who are obstructing it and trying to provoke it. Although I am willing to be a pawn, I do not want to be manipulated by the Japanese! Today, only by getting rid of all of you can we get rid of the country's disease."
The two swords in Qing Yi's hands were waiting for the opportunity to move, approaching the Japanese warrior step by step.
The Japanese warrior's expression gradually became serious, and he felt how terrifying this man was.
Ordinary masters are difficult enough to deal with, and this person has obviously studied the ways of Japanese warriors and knows how to deal with them, so it becomes even more difficult.
The Japanese warrior glanced at the dust on the wall, and then looked at Qing Yi's eyes.
Suddenly, the tip of the samurai sword swept across the wall, picking up a plume of dust and flying towards Qing Yi's eyes.
Then he followed closely with a straight thrust as fast as lightning.
However, the Japanese warrior had only taken a few steps when the fine sand in front of him suddenly rolled back. It did not affect his opponent, but instead blinded him instantly.
Qing Yi sneered: "How can the Grandmaster of the Tang Dynasty be something that an ordinary warrior like you can compete with?"
After saying that, the samurai felt two sword shadows coming up and down, and stopped to block them based on his feeling. He saw a bunch of firelight flying, and the swords collided, as if they were actually colliding together.
The two paused and did not separate.
The samurai's vision gradually recovered from the haze, and he saw that the long sword was pressing the blade of his katana easily at this moment, and the short sword condensed a blazing white light and chopped off the head.
"break!"
With a low cry, the short sword hit the katana.
clang!
The samurai sword split into two, and the Japanese samurai suddenly lost his strength. He took a broken sword and stepped back more than ten steps. He looked at the sword in his hand and was stunned.
"Is this the sword that Japanese people are proud of?"
Qing Yi asked proudly, taking another step forward, the two swords in his hands already had killing intent.
At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the wall and grabbed Qing Yi's feet.
Um?
Qing Yi was confused, looked down, and found that his left foot was entangled in a wire.
Before he could react easily, the steel wire tightened, Qing Yi let out a scream, and then flew back in the air.
But it was too late, blood was flying in the air, and Qing Yi's left calf was cut off instantly!
Looking at his left leg that suddenly disappeared, Qing Yi's eyes turned red. The Yin and Yang swords came out of his hands and turned into two swimming dragons, instantly surrounding the wall where he was standing just now.
Wherever the dragon passed by, the bricks and earth were turned into powder, and someone hidden in the wall was also revealed, but turned into a puddle of bright red minced meat during the fight between the dragon and the dragon.
After killing one person, Qing Yi fell to the ground, half-kneeling, covering his broken leg with his upper hand, sweating profusely, and his face was ashen.
The Grandmaster was also born in a mortal body, and the pain of his broken leg made him feel dizzy.
He directed all his anger at that samurai, and now he only regretted that he had not learned the art of sword control like Sword Thirteen, otherwise why would he need to fight back with his two swords?
The yin and yang swords fell to the ground, Qing Yi slowly picked them up and stood up with strength.
However, just after Qing Yi stood up, the long street was surrounded by Japanese warriors, each with a cold look on their face, already surrounding Qing Yi.
"The swordsman of the Tang Dynasty really has some strength!"
A special Japanese came out.
The reason why he is special is because among the many Japanese warriors, this man is the only one who does not have a sword. He wears a black cloak with eight-headed monster snakes, which are embroidered in a lifelike and eye-catching way.
"Who are you!"
With just one glance, Qing Yi could tell that this man's aura was completely different from others.
Even as a Grandmaster, standing in front of this person, I felt a hint of pressure.
"Eastern Emperor of Japan."
"What is the Eastern Emperor and the Western Emperor? To put it simply, you are the leader of these Japanese people, right?"
Qing Yi vomited blood, regained his momentum and asked.
"It can be understood that way. Your swordsmanship is admirable. Today I specially invite you to join the Donghuang Pavilion. If you are interested, I hope to make a big plan with you."
"Bah! What is that? The sword cultivator of the Tang Dynasty just wants to dominate the world and be free and easy!"
"So, you just want to die?"
"Death? Hahaha!" Qing Yi laughed, "How can a grandmaster die so easily? Do you have the ability to kill me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Donghuang stretched out his hand in front of him. Although he was several meters away, he seemed to be in front of him in an instant.
Qing Yi took a step back, holding his swords horizontally, his true energy condensing, and the pale pure energy on the sword's edge was like the sun.
But the opponent's hand stretched out and just squeezed it gently. The two swords in Qing Yi's hands were as vulnerable as pieces of paper and instantly turned into iron filings.
"What?"
Qing Yi's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it. He wanted to retreat but his leg had just been broken and his body couldn't adapt. In shock, he fell to the side.
Dong Huang moved his fingertips and grabbed Qing Yi's shoulder with one hand.
Only then did Qing Yi realize that the other party was wearing a pair of silver gloves.
The gloves were ordinary but like lava. As soon as they came into contact, Qing Yi felt as if his shoulders were about to melt, and he smelled a burning smell at the tip of his nose.
But this time Qing Yi was prepared. He relied on his willpower to hold on without making a sound, and used his true energy to retreat.
Tsing Yi staggered back seven or eight meters, but before he could stand still, several people behind him drew out their samurai swords, locking Tsing Yi's escape route from all directions.
Tsing Yi knew very well that if he was hit directly by a samurai sword, the Grandmaster's body would never be able to withstand it.
But now he had difficulty moving, and he was in a hurry, unable to change his body shape at all. He was about to be pierced by several swords, and suddenly felt a dozen sword energy falling from his head.
"Brother Qingyi, my young master specially sent me to help you. You should think carefully about how to repay this favor!"
Sword Thirteen fell from the sky, accompanied by countless sword energies that knocked back all the surrounding warriors.
