Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

It was during this time.

Outside Jing City, the military camp stretching over ten miles resembled a long dragon. Under the night sky, the campfires shone as bright as day, filled with the sounds of military horns and military entertainment performing dances. In the liveliest areas, military deer-fort competitions were boisterously held.

Inside one particularly ordinary-looking tent.

A dignified elderly man with a fully grown beard, dressed in plain clothes, sat upright in a large chair, handling official documents on the desk. After finishing a folded paper report, he just picked up the first letter again.

The letter was startlingly inscribed with eight characters—"Seize command of the troops, a king made from straw!"

The elderly man snorted and slapped the letter on the desk, his tiger-like eyes fiercely said, "It's for this secret letter that I have hidden in this tent for several days, seriously affecting the handling of military affairs."

The deputy generals and others serving beside him exchanged glances upon hearing this; one of them pondered, stepped forward, and saluted, "Great General, we are nearly done with all the preparations for the march. In a few days, our army can set off southward.

I believe that even if Song Country really sends the Black Wind Village Chief to assassinate the General, they should act within these few days.

If they miss these days, once the Emperor issues the order, with our army pressing the borders, they will no longer have a chance.

Thus, General only needs to endure a few more days."

"Hmm…!"

The old man slowly nodded, stood up with his hands behind his back, and strolled as he spoke in a chilling tone, "Several Heavenly Persons from the Liu Sheng family are already guarding in the military camp. Even at the mansion, we have the Ninja King himself in person.

I really want to see, what capability this Song Country's Black Wind Village Chief has to assassinate me, Jing Shen!"

Nearly when the elderly man finished saying this.

Inside the mansion of General Jing Shen in Jing City.

Jiang Dali and Murong Qingqing had also encountered an unexpected situation.

In the brightly lit luxurious room.

Jiang Dali frowned as he looked at the imposing elderly man whom he had effortlessly killed with one finger. He reached out his hand and tore something from the elderly man's face.

Instantly, a human skin mask fell off, revealing another face underneath, dark, unfamiliar, yet slightly youthful.

"It's a fake!"

Murong Qingqing gasped, her expression changing.

Jiang Dali stood up indifferently and said calmly, "This is also expected. When I made my move just now, if it had been the real General Jing Shen, would he have been killed so easily?

At least there should be some defensive force. Yet, we killed these people effortlessly."

Jiang Dali looked back at two other corpses on the ground.

Just when he and Murong Qingqing had burst into the courtyard, they overheard people inside discussing, mentioning the General's title.

So, after observing for a moment, they rushed in.

But the moment they entered, Jiang Dali sensed something was off.

Because it was too easy.

Being able to approach General Jing Shen so effortlessly obviously meant there was a trick.

Thus, he decisively made a move to test.

The result was that the three people inside the room, including General Jing Shen, were easily killed by his Vigorous God Finger, fragile as if made of paper.

At that moment, Jiang Dali's ears twitched; he quickly grabbed Murong Qingqing into his arms.

Puff puff puff—

Simultaneously, numerous bizarrely shaped Hidden Weapons abruptly flew in from outside the doors and windows, attacking the two, exploding in mid-air, filling the air with poison smoke, and poison darts raining down.

Clang!!—

A domineering, powerful Golden Bell Qi Shield erupted like a small sun, sweeping away the poison smoke and poison darts with its Qi Force.

Jiang Dali bent his knees and forcefully propelled himself up, crashing through the roof like a massive rolling boulder with Murong Qingqing, directly hitting two of Ying Country's samurais on the roof, and they thunderously landed on the roof tiles.

Bang bang bang—

Broken tiles burst wildly in all directions.

Jiang Dali, enveloped in the Golden Bell Qi Shield, placed down Murong Qingqing, his cold eyes sweeping across the large group of mansion warriors approaching them.

A series of alarming gong sounds rang out.

Dozens of figures wielding weapons rushed out, closing in on their location.

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng also encountered the enemy, engaging in fierce combat.

"How dare you!"

A figure approached swiftly like a ghost, leaping up to the tile roof level with Jiang Dali.

"Black Wind Village Chief!!"

The person spoke with a pure ancient Ying Country accent, raised his long sword, adopted an upper stance, and stood on the eave, his eyes emitting a sharp demeanor.

Jiang Dali glanced at Xiao Feng opposite him, who was invincible wherever his palms went, the Golden Dragon sweeping, the enemies falling one after another, then turned his indifferent gaze to the old swordsman who had just appeared, and calmly said.

"State your name."

"Liu Sheng Family—Liu Sheng Danmashou!"

Jiang Dali, realizing, "So it's you."

The old swordsman's eyes suddenly turned solemn, his hands slightly offset, held on the long sword handle wrapped with several layers of cloth, stared intently at Jiang Dali, like an assassin ready to strike at any moment, said bluntly and coldly.

"Black Wind Village Chief, you were too reckless. Did you ever expect we would have moved General Jing Shen in advance?"

Jiang Dali smiled faintly and replied, "The Village Chief did consider that possibility, but whether you moved him or not, it's all the same for me. I can't play this game of hide and seek with you.

Jing Shen can leave, but the vast military camp outside the city can't."

"You intend to attack the military camp!?"

Liu Sheng Danmashou shouted lowly, his voice ice-cold, "You'll have to get past me first!"

Jiang Dali sneered, "Just you?"

"You underestimate me!"

Liu Sheng Danmashou roared, suddenly bursting with an overwhelming momentum, instantly exploding with the power of Heaven and Earth.

He moved his sword to stand vertically in front of his brow, positioned the blade behind his ozes, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp.

In an instant, Sword Qi coupled with penetrating gaze, concentrated compactly, and surged towards Jiang Dali like a stormy Sword Light.

Clang, clang, clang—

The Golden Bell Shield emitted a fiercely fierce explosion.

Lu Sheng Danmashou started stepping in a strange way, producing footstep sounds that seemed rhythmless yet followed some rules, directly hammering into the human spirit like beating drums, his eyes fixed on Jiang Dali like nails, searching for every possible opportunity to strike.

His breathing gradually became smooth and prolonged, the sound of his breath audible from near and far, instantly advancing to an intensely focused realm.

"Ying Country's Martial Arts are quite interesting!"

Jiang Dali smiled faintly and lightly patted Murong Qingqing's shoulder, "You go, play a tune! I'll play with him."

Murong Qingqing lightly nodded in agreement and swiftly moved backward to retreat.

"Kill!!!"—

Almost in that instant, Lu Sheng Danmashou burst out yelling, like a thunderclap rising from the ground, his wooden clogs moving swiftly, his figure blurring like a ghost charging forward.

The long sword transformed into dazzling fierce lightning, swiftly tracing dozens of dense sword light patterns, enveloping Jiang Dali from every angle.

The murderous intent was severe.

"Bravo!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, suddenly extending his arm to let his cloak dance wildly.

At the moment he struck, the Golden Bell Qi Shield seemed to shrink over the cloak as well, the golden Qi Force intensifying, swirling like a golden cloud towards the dozens of slashing sword lights.

"Ding—"

The zither sound rose at this moment, almost completely suppressing the sound of their collision.

The golden cloud and the sword light suddenly both retracted.

The shouts of killing all around seemed to have vanished, leaving only the zither sound, the sword light, and the golden Qi Force. Besides them, there was the spring breeze and willows, everything seeming to stand still.

A rapidly moving figure, accompanied by sword light, broke through the golden cloud, fiercely colliding into Jiang Dali, who stood proudly on the rooftop like a cliff.

With a loud "clang" sound.

Lu Sheng Danmashou's expression shocked, grinding his teeth, his eyes fixated on the long sword caught between the opponent's two golden fingers, emitting a beast-like low roar.

"Ugh ah!!"—

An incredibly strong Qi Force burst forth from his body, the rooftop beneath also violently collapsing like waves, large areas of tiles shattering explosively.

At this moment, the zither sound also suddenly increased in urgency, clanging powerfully, like troops and horses in battle.

Jiang Dali's energy abruptly changed, and the moment he deployed the Undying Seal Technique, the Saber Qi that Lu Sheng Danmashou burst forth was instantly transformed into vitality.

He suddenly let go with his fingers, flexing them lightning-fast and flicking heavily on the incoming sword blade.

Clang!!

The blade emitted intense sparks, bending into a thrilling arc under the immense force.

Lu Sheng Danmashou's palms nearly split from the shock, the long sword humming tremulously, pushed back by the thunderous force, his wooden clogs shattering with a snap.

"Kill!!"

In that instant, dozens of Ying Country's samurai who had been waiting below burst forth shouting, either launching darts or their swords all striking and slicing towards Jiang Dali.

However, in that moment, Murong Qingqing's fierce eyebrows lifted, her ten black fingers sweeping fiercely over the zither strings, circles of rippling sound waves emanating from her as the center, violently sweeping through.

Instantly, darts flying through the air were deflected to the ground, one by one, Ying Country's samurai cried out, either bursting into blood mist or clutching their heads and falling to the ground in agony.

"Kill God, One Slash!"

Lu Sheng Danmashou yelled fiercely, the power of Heaven and Earth re-gathering, his body following the sword from an upper position to a lower right position, the sword wind forming into a ferocious and oppressive air of steel, manifesting a startling blinding sword light rushing towards Jiang Dali.

A terrible Sword Intent erupted with a ferocity that carried murderous intent and was powerful enough to make one's spirit and even soul tremble at its core.

The long sword transformed into a sharp gleam, directly slicing towards Jiang Dali's forehead.

Chi!—

A surprising sound like a roaming dragon suddenly emerged in the arena.

Behind Jiang Dali, the hidden Dragon Slayer Sword burst forth bright golden light, suddenly unsheathed and landing in his strong hand.

His eyes revealed a divine sharpness, intense and dominating like sword light, and the moment he stepped forward, the Dragon Slayer Sword transformed into a radiant horizontal cutting arc of light that vanished in a flash.

Clang!!

Buzz!—

The two sword lights burst forth, dimming all other surrounding lights, their sound drowning out all other noises.

At this moment.

The lingering zither sound seeped in like water.

The sword light dimmed.

The two swordsmen, who had just fiercely clashed, still stood in their original places, as if they had never crossed swords.

However, with a crack.

Lu Sheng Danmashou's long sword suddenly lost a section, and an enormous burst of blood suddenly exploded from his body, nearly jetting outward like a fountain, a huge wound opening on his chest.

"Why.... Why?"

Lu Sheng Danmashou's eyes widened at Jiang Dali, fiercely trying to hold his chest wound together, yet still feeling his life swiftly draining with the blood.

Jiang Dali obviously knew what he was asking.

That last slash, he could have split the opponent in two with one stroke.

Yet he had held back.

He looked towards Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng far away, caught in fierce battles with formidable enemies, listening to the lingering zither sound beside him, his lips curled in a faint smile, "I heard you still had a trump card, not letting you use it would be your regret, and mine too.

So please, struggle with all your might!"

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