Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 349 Kill Me, Kill You, Kill Him
This knife was fast, accurate and ruthless.

Life and death are in a split second, and there is not a single second left to lose.

At this moment, Yang Yuan also moved.

Yang Yuan bounced his feet and floated backwards.

Fujiwara no Himeka slashed down with her sword, and Yang Yuan had already retreated more than a meter, and kicked at a holly tree on the side of the road.

With a "crack", a branch as thick as a child's arm was kicked off.

Yang Yuan grabbed a branch and attacked Fujiwara Himeka.

The branch trembled slightly in his hand, and the branch in front of him swayed rapidly in the wind and rain, blocking Fujiwara Himeka's sight.

Fujiwara no Himeka stepped back step by step, slashing with the knife in her hand, and broken branches and leaves flew all over the sky.

In a short while, Yang Yuan was left with only a bare wooden stick in his hand, which had been sharpened at the front.

Fujiwara no Himeka didn't expect that this merchant from Song State had such martial arts skills, and her expression immediately became cautious.

Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji had long known that Yang Yuan was an expert in Kung Fu. They were extremely bored on the ship and often practiced martial arts with Yang Yuan.

So even though they knew Yang Yuan had no weapons, the two of them just went ahead and killed him without protecting him.

They thought, these fierce Japanese warriors are left to us. There is only one Japanese girl left, can't you deal with her?

Fujiwara Himeka held the knife with both hands and glanced left and right.

Upon seeing this, his eyes narrowed again.

Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji each drew their swords and rushed towards the warriors madly, causing fallen leaves to fly under their feet.

The two men used their hands and feet, kicked left and right, chopped up and swept down, and moved forward with unstoppable force, like a lion attacking a rabbit, and showed no mercy.

As the two of them rushed past, there were already seven or eight warriors lying on the ground, without even a sign of struggling or twisting, obviously having been killed with a single blow.

This merchant from Song State doesn't look like a martial artist, and his two old servants don't even look like warriors, but how could they be so powerful?

Fujiwara Himeka's knife power changed, and her charming expression disappeared in an instant.

She bent down slightly, holding the knife in both hands, staring at Yang Yuan, and suddenly let out a delicate cry, ran away, and slashed with the knife again.

This knife seemed to have surpassed the limit of light. The shadow of the knife was still in the air, but the wind from the knife had already reached his body.

Yang Yuan turned sharply, and the tip of the knife pierced his body, leaving an illusion. Yang Yuan looked down and saw that his chest had been cut.

What a quick knife!

What a cruel woman!
Yang Yuan suddenly looked at the so-called God in front of him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't expect that a woman as graceful as a flower could be so vicious.

There was also murderous intent in Yang Yuan's eyes, which seemed to be real.

He went up the mountain today to handle the name change and transfer of shares, so he was not carrying any weapons.

However, he had a sharp wooden stick in his hand, which was more than half longer than the sword in the hand of the goddess in front of him, like a gun.

Yang Yuan took a long breath, stepped his front foot into a bow stance, and his back foot into a horse stance, with his head, shoulders, feet and spear level, he did a Zhongsi Ping Qiang.

Zhongping Spear, the king of spears, Yang Yuan shouted softly, and the spear went out like an arrow, piercing Fujiwara Himeka's forehead.

Fujiwara no Himeka swung her sword and slashed quickly. The "gun" in Yang Yuan's hand moved in and out, and a line of gun that seemed real and unreal had avoided the sword and stabbed towards Fujiwara no Himeka's throat again.

Fujiwara no Himeka slashed again, and Yang Yuan's spear moved in and out again, dodging the blade and then thrusting it out again, stabbing towards Fujiwara no Himeka's chest.

The two men's weapons did not touch each other at all, but it was still extremely dangerous.

One advances, one retreats, one attacks, one defends, the shadow of the gun is like lightning splitting the sky, and the light of the knife is like an antelope hanging on the horns.

Fujiwara Himeka's footsteps kept changing in extremely short steps, waiting for Yang Yuan to exhaust his strength before launching a counterattack.

However, this violent attack would not last long, and Yang Yuan would definitely be exhausted.

She is gathering strength.

Yang Yuan naturally knew this, but he noticed one thing: there was a ditch on the mountain road that was created by a mountain torrent and was covered with weeds.

When Yang Yuan's swift attack was about to run out of power, Fujiwara Himeka stepped into empty air.

"Eh!"

Fujiwara Himeka screamed and fell on her back.

Yang Yuan spun rapidly, and the gun he fired with all his strength swung back with a whistling sound, and swept across Fujiwara Himeka's leg.

Fujiwara Himeka screamed in pain, rolled on the grass, leaped forward, and fell directly into the ditch overgrown with weeds.

Yang Yuan's "gun" followed and pierced her shoulder.

If she hadn't endured the pain and lunged forward, Yang Yuan's "gun" would have pierced straight into the back of her neck.

There is no such thing as being gentle and considerate to women.

Yang Yuan did not dare to stop. Although his "weapon" was very fragile, he had the upper hand now. It was the time to "strike at your hand while you are ill". How could he miss this opportunity?

Yang Yuan leaped and threw himself into the ditch.

The reason why he jumped up was that he wanted to be able to look down from above and see Fujiwara Himeka's position clearly at a glance.

If he chased him straight into the ditch, given this woman's ruthlessness and quick reaction, it was very likely that a knife would stab him from the dense grass stems at the same time he jumped into the ditch.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yang Yuan jumped into the air, countless shurikens whistled towards him.

Yang Yuan was shocked, and the "gun" in his hand swept around. Although he knocked off several shurikens, the "gun" in his hand was completely broken, and only a two-foot-long stick was left in his hand. Shuriken is a general term for throwing weapons in the Japanese, and single-pointed, double-pointed, and multi-pointed shurikens are all called shurikens.

The moment Yang Yuan fell into the ditch, he took a moment to look around and saw many ninjas rushing towards him from all directions like gray mice. Once they were surrounded, they threw hidden weapons at him without saying a word.

The warriors in white were the first to enter their attack circle and were also the main targets of these arrows.

Immediately, someone screamed and made chattering sounds and curses.

The "gun" in Yang Yuan's hand broke. If he continued his originally planned dive attack as planned, he would have to actively crash into the enemy's blade.

So after he saw Fujiwara Himeka's position from his high vantage point, he immediately rolled hard in the air, barely changing his position, and fell into the bushes.

As soon as Yang Yuan landed on the ground, he threw the two-foot-long wooden stick in his hand forward and rolled in the opposite direction.

With a "swoosh", he had just landed on the ground when he was stabbed by a sharp sword, just a hair's breadth away.

However, after Fujiwara Himeka stabbed him in pain, she was no longer able to catch up.

Her leg was wounded and she was stabbed in the back of her shoulder. The blood had dyed her white kimono red.

The knife missed and Fujiwara Himeka immediately dodged to the side, using the dense grass to change her position.

Both of them knew that the other was within two meters, but neither of them knew the other's exact location.

Whoever moves first will expose his position, so both sides are in a stalemate.

Only then did they hear the shouting and cursing outside.

Hearing the loud shouts and curses from the Japanese warriors, Fujiwara Himeka's face suddenly changed.

Yang Yuan couldn't understand what the Japanese were shouting, but he could recognize the voices of Uncle Ji and Uncle Gou.

Uncle Ji's voice shouted, "This is fucking weird. The Japanese are biting each other."

Uncle Lao Gou's voice came from another direction: "Huh? Who are these people? Are the Genin and Chunin particularly patient?"

However, Fujiwara no Himeka heard clearly the shouts of her shrine warriors, and understood what Uncle Ji and Uncle Gou said.

"Lord God, we are ambushed by ninjas. There are so many ninjas!"

Uncle Gou suddenly yelled, "Ouch, my butt! There wasn't much meat on it to begin with, and a piece of it was cut off by the hidden weapon! Why didn't you shoot the guy named Ji? He's fat! I can't stand it anymore, you die!"

Fujiwara Himeka immediately moved her body sideways and shouted in Chinese: "A large number of ninjas have appeared. They are slaughtering my people and yours!"

"There are only two of us outside, so it can't be called a massacre!" Yang Yuan's voice came immediately from the opposite side.

"How about we cooperate temporarily?" Fujiwara Himeka moved cautiously and whispered.

Yang Yuan's voice came again: "You want to kill me, they want to kill you and me, I will kill you first and then kill them, it seems more cost-effective..."

Before he could finish his words, Fujiwara Himeka had already determined his position. She immediately combined man and sword into one and fiercely stabbed forward through the dense and tall grass.

Even though she was being plotted against, her first goal was still the original plan.

"Damn it!"

Fujiwara no Himeka stabbed in the air, only to find that the damn Song Dynasty merchant was as cunning as she was. He would move his position every few words.

At this moment, he was standing more than a foot away from the knife that Fujiwara Himeka was stabbing with.

Fujiwara Himeka rolled over and before she hit the ground, the knife that was stabbing forward turned into a backstab and slashed behind her.

If Yang Yuan had rushed forward a little faster, he would have collided with her long sword.

However, Yang Yuan predicted that she would rush forward and land, and rushed over, intending to catch her the moment she hit the ground.

Then, Yang Yuan predicted that Fujiwara Himeka would hit the ground after her stab in the air, but at this time, Fujiwara Himeka rolled forward in the air and her landing position deviated.

Yang Yuan's five fingers were like hooks, grabbing fiercely, and with a "swish", he tore her kimono off.

Fujiwara Himeka was like a beautiful snake that had shed its skin. She struggled forward and ran away.

Yang Yuan supported himself on the ground with one hand, and reached forward with all his strength. With a "swish", he grabbed another layer of clothes.

Although Japanese women do not wear small tops or pants when wearing kimonos, kimonos have seven layers.

Yang Yuan grabbed a layer of clothes in one hand and looked forward blankly.

After Fujiwara Himeka shed two layers of skin, her body felt lighter and she disappeared in a flash.

Fujiwara Himeka ran wildly in the tall thatched grass in the ditch. She put one hand in front of her to block the weeds, and shouted in Japanese to her subordinates to break out and return to the shrine to gather.

Yang Yuan swung his arms and wrapped the two sets of clothes around his arms.

Yang Yuan put his arms forward to shield his face, and chased after the weeds that were shaking more violently after Fujiwara Himeka ran past, while shouting at Uncle Gou and Uncle Ji to immediately leave the fight and come closer to him.

In Dashan Temple, Jiangzhou Lie finished his last cup of tea, stood up with a smile, leaned on his knees and bowed to everyone: "My compatriot should have been beheaded by now, I will go to collect his body."

The shareholders of Yaki Shoji all smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Jiangzhou."

"Please prepare a paulownia coffin for him. It shouldn't be too shabby."

"Then please."

Only Monk Jinghai sat at the top, drinking tea calmly.

By this time, Yang Sanyuan should have died long ago, and the beautiful Fujiwara no Miyabi should have died as well!
Monk Jinghai thought with a smile.

(End of this chapter)