Martial Boss Chapter 172

The chilly breeze of early spring drove a certain intoxicating substance that crept into the stronghold of the East Sea Chamber of Commerce.

Although the inferior version of the Sorrowful Crisp Clear Wind was not as effective and did not have as high a ceiling as in the original, it was still very suitable for dealing with these general guards.

After using the “Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Stream” to cause the breeze to drive the inferior version of the Grief Crisp Breeze to blow into the mansion, Qing Yu and Luo Yan, with the four Ah Da and the ten Evil Purging Sword Guards, stepped into the mansion in front of them in a dignified manner.

Along the way, there were guards lying helplessly along the way. Even after a large number of men had been dispersed, there were still quite a few people left within the residence.

The powerless guards could only feebly attempt to kill their enemies with their eyes, not even by flexing their fingers.

“Won’t you kill them?” Luo Yan said as he looked at one of the guards who was staring at him angrily.

“No need, they are all excellent experiments.” Qing Yu said casually.

These easterners were all brutally trained to withstand all kinds of experiments. Moreover, if not, they could be trained to become Evil Purging Sword Guards, just in time to replenish the Evil Purging Sword Guards that would be lost this time.

“I really can’t understand you more and more, Brother Meng.” Luo Yan gazed at Qing Yu’s face, as if he wanted to see his true face through this twenty-something year old face, “It’s hard to imagine that you’re only this old!”

“One’s experience is not based on one’s age.” Qing Yu said with a low smile.

Age? On the side, Bu Lengchuan looked suspiciously at Qing Yu’s face, which was close to his own age, and swept an odd glance at Luo Yan, who was also in his mid-twenties.

There were secrets, that was for sure. However, seeing that the two of them had no idea of explaining, Bu Lengchuan silently put this doubt in his heart.

Needless to say, the mansion was not really small, and Qing Yu and the others walked all the way for quite a while before they approached the central area.

“Wait.” Qing Yu suddenly raised his hand, his gaze fixed on a certain place.

Luo Yan and Bu Langchuan looked towards where his gaze was focused, only to see a man spread out on his back on the ground, wearing a strange style of armour.

“Light armour from the East.” Qing Yu said, “It seems that it has become clear what was on the cargo ships that came from the East China Sea to Lin Chuan Province in these last few days.”

“Tch, armour, the Eastern Japanese are up to something big here.” Luo Yan staggered.

But no, martial artists don’t wear armour no matter what, armour is basically meant for fighting.

“Be careful, armour is usually only useful in groups. It seems that the East has increased in numbers these days, and there will be more people in there than expected.” Kiyoharu warned.

Any increase in the general population would be for naught, and Sorrow Crisp Clearwind easily took down. Even if the ninja could hold their breath, Qing Yu didn’t believe they could keep it in.

Learning from his experience in White River Town, he waited for a while for the grief wind to kick in and clear out all the stragglers before entering.

But there would always be a leader, just like last time in White River Town with Hattori Kotaro and that Eastern Japanese warrior, one more of these masters would not be easy to deal with.

Surprisingly, however, Kiyoharu and the others did not encounter any attacks and walked safely and unhindered to the courtyard in the very centre of the mansion.

“It looks like the other side is waiting for us to come to the door.” Qing Yu laughed as he looked at the courtyard with the doors and windows closed in front of him.

The large courtyard was silent and there was not a single movement.

Qing Yu would never believe it if he said that everyone inside had been wiped out by the Sorrowful Crisp Clear Wind. This inferior version of Grief Crisp Wind could only charm those below the third level of Xiantian, but not those above.

“Good thing I’m prepared. Go!”

He raised his eclipse and pointed at the quiet courtyard.

The ten Evil Sword Guards behind him scattered everywhere and took out their flaming torches to start the one thing that Qing Yu was very good at, lighting fires.

After the fire had started, they pulled out a yellow, dried plant from their arms and threw it into the fire.

As soon as the dried gra*s-like plant hit the fire, a large amount of extremely pungent green smoke was emitted, which was guided by Kiyoharu’s “Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Stream” and seeped into the house with its doors and windows closed.

“I want to see if they are going to be smothered by the poisonous smoke or burned to death by the fire, or if they are going to come out to survive.”

Qing Yu smiled smugly at the growing fire, but in his hands he silently drew his two long swords, cautiously on guard. It is not important to have a wave on your lips, but it is important not to have a wave on your hands, it will kill you.

The scattered Evil Sword Guards also gathered again to prevent them from being attacked one by one. Even with the emergency training of the “Sunflower Canon”, the strength of these Evil Sword Guards is still not enough, after all, the base is there, they are all transformed by the inferior version of the sad crisp clear wind of the miscellaneous soldiers, the “Sunflower Canon” no matter how magical can make them fly to the sky at once.

With the double force of poisonous smoke and fire, the Easterners inside really couldn’t sit still.

Soon, there was a slight undulation in the ground that was stretching towards the position of Qing Yu and the others.

“The earth transport technique, an old trick.”

Qing Yu did not do it himself, but still waved his hand for the Evil Sword Guard to strike.

At his command, the warded swordguard flashed the arm crossbow bound to his left arm, and from the shiny black, barbed arrows, it was clear that this was an extremely unfriendly weapon with even more unfriendly ingredients, which he hoped his friends in the East would like.

The soft sound of a crossbow string rang out and the life-threatening crossbow arrow shot into the rest of the indicated route, missing into the earth with a muffled thud into the flesh and hitting.

“Eight ducklugs!”

With a certain Eastern colloquialism, a short man in a black ninja costume broke through the earth, several crossbow arrows still lodged in his body, yet he still rolled against the ground, his ninja sword in his hand slicing at the lower limbs of the nearest Bulengawa.

The wildness of that rolling posture was such that the crossbow arrows went so deep into his body that it felt painful just to watch. But even so, the shorty was still as athletic as if he hadn’t been injured at all.

The angle reminded him of the days when he first trained in the “Disintegrating Blade Style” and dissected corpses, which was just right.

At the same time, hearing the shouts of his accomplices outside the house, those who were still inside could no longer hold back and broke open the burning doors and windows, rushing out of the smoke to kill them.

There were six of them, all of them were experts of the fifth level of Xiantian or above, and with the addition of the dwarf who had disappeared into the ground, the number of experts was more than twice as many as Qing Yu and his group. It was a good thing that Qing Yu was still well-prepared for this, as the Evil-Preventing Sword Guard was used for this purpose.

“Purging Evil Sword Guard, blood sacrifice to the heavens.”