Chapter 177 The Black Dragon Is Born

"Hahaha..."

Yang Ge covered his face and laughed crazily. The sword dragon circled and slowly floated up from behind him. When it rotated, thousands of broken swords and broken soldiers collided, making a dense and crisp sound of metal colliding, just like thousands of wind chimes swaying at the same time.

However, the crisp and pleasant sound that fell into Yang Ge's ears and the ears of the Japanese soldiers surging on the ground only made them feel cold and out of their souls. They squeezed in all directions desperately, trying to stay away from this evil demon lord covered in blood but with raging flames...

Yang Ge stood in the encirclement of thousands of Japanese soldiers and laughed, panting and out of breath.

He slowly lifted the trembling Lengyue sword in his hand, gently patted the mirror-like blade, and scolded with a smile: "Little rascal, this is the last time, you have to stay at home!"

The Lengyue sword trembled more and more violently, like a puppy that couldn't wait to go out and have fun, it would do whatever you said.

Yang Ge laughed and shot the Lengyue sword with his backhand.

After circling above his head, the Lengyue sword shot towards the circling Blade and Soldier Dragon in the air, and fit tightly into the bridge of the dragon's nose.

The next second, the Lengyue sword gushed out thousands of strands of black and red evil spirits, just like the red rope that bound the Golden Money Sword, quickly spreading across the entire Blade and Soldier Dragon, condensing thousands of broken swords and broken soldiers into one!

The evil spirit spread across the entire Blade and Soldier Dragon, and two groups of scarlet evil spirits lit up at the position of the Blade and Soldier Dragon's eyes. The Blade and Soldier Dragon raised his head and roared silently!

The Black Dragon is born!

Yang Ge laughed and waved his hand, shouting loudly: "Go, Dahei!"

"Buzz!"

The Black Dragon made a deafening sound of the sword, and plunged into the endless Japanese army on the ground like a dragon entering the sea, raising large patches of blood-red waves.

The strong wind swept by the Black Dragon, and Yang Ge's long hair flew messily. He looked up at the Black Dragon who was having fun in the crowd, as if he suddenly realized at this moment that he seemed to have practiced an incredible sword-controlling technique!

This sword-controlling technique was originally based on his martial arts core of "I am the god of myself", and was created by integrating Gengjin Zhenqi and sword intention.

The core logic at the beginning is actually equivalent to a large magnet, attracting other swords and weapons. Apart from some fancy showmanship, it has no practical significance and can only be used to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers. From the perspective of true energy consumption alone, this move has a very low cost-effectiveness and can only be used to show off and bluff.

This is also the reason why he never used this move to fight against those masters who were equally matched with him before... High consumption, low damage, and large flaws. Using this move to deal with those masters who he was not sure to defeat even if he tried his best was not showing off, but stupid!

Later, as his martial arts became more and more profound, all his insights and experiences were integrated into this sword control technique. In addition, the pure killing intent he cultivated along the way, as well as the deep evil spirit accumulated from slaughtering tens of thousands of Japanese pirates, the power of this sword control technique also increased steadily... In his previous duel with Tsukahara Bokuden, this move had already greatly assisted him. Its power was so fierce that even a master sword master like Tsukahara Bokuden could not break this move within three or five breaths.

Until he had the momentum of slaughtering tens of thousands of Japanese pirates, and killed Tsukahara Bokuden, the master sword master of Japan, in a head-on duel, he verified his martial arts, showed his life spirit, and his mind and true energy broke through the natural barrier of the master realm...

This move was finally perfected!

Especially with the Cold Moon Sword, which had accompanied him in slaughtering most of Japan and had been nurtured by the monstrous evil spirit into a peerless fierce weapon, as the finishing touch, the power of this move was enough to directly compete with the peerless master!

What's even better is that the Cold Moon Sword, which had been transformed into a peerless fierce weapon, had the ability to automatically absorb the external evil spirit, allowing it to be the finishing touch. It could also absorb the external evil spirit as the consumption of the black dragon... It greatly reduced the burden of the black dragon on Yang Ge's mind and true energy, and greatly enhanced its endurance.

For now, the single-target lethality of this move is not as good as the one that never returns.

But the potential of this move is by no means comparable to the one that never returns.

Theoretically, as long as Yang Ge suppressed the evil nature of the black dragon, the power of this move could be infinitely expanded upwards...

...

The black dragon hovered in the crowd of Japanese soldiers, rising and falling. Wherever it passed, whether it was the shogunate warriors wearing iron armor or the lower-level soldiers wearing rattan armor, everyone was equal and died without a complete corpse.

What made the Japanese martial arts masters in the Japanese army even more desperate was that the huge number of lives filled under the black dragon's ferocious claws not only failed to dissipate the black air on the black dragon, but made the black air on the black dragon more and more dense, like a blazing flame covering the entire black dragon.

When the black dragon, under the traction of Yang Ge, tore a bloody channel through the Japanese army, rescued the Japanese slaves and servants who were surrounded by the Japanese army and trapped in the quagmire, and rushed forward smoothly again...

The Japanese army finally collapsed and began to flee on a large scale.

It was not that the Japanese warriors did not stop this defeat.

Instead, the Japanese warriors were leading the escape...

Only a very small number of Japanese warriors with particularly bright armor and densely-packed flags were still like reefs, holding out in the Japanese army formation and resisting stubbornly. Even when the defeated Japanese army passed by that part of the Japanese warriors, they would rather squeeze and trample on each other to bypass that army formation.

Their courage to go against the tide was particularly eye-catching in the collapsing Japanese army.

It was as eye-catching as a club piercing Yang Ge's eyeballs...

He summoned the black dragon in doubt, jumped on the top of the black dragon's head, and flew into the air to the army formation.

Over there, Ashikaga Yoshiteru, wearing a dark red gorgeous outfit, holding a sharp samurai sword and sitting astride a warhorse also wearing a dark red vest, drove the horse forward expressionlessly, and the gorgeous samurai sword in his hand seemed like an indestructible weapon, cutting down all the Japanese pirates who rushed in front of him without distinguishing between enemies and friends like mowing grass.

Behind him, the Kanto daimyo and their bodyguards who came to help, such as Takeda Shingen, the Tiger of Kai, Hojo Ujiyasu, the Lion of Sagami, and Uesugi Kenshin, the Dragon of Echigo, were also wearing gorgeous outfits, holding samurai swords and slashing forward fiercely.

A group of people guarded the "Ni-Yin-Ryō" battle flag of the Ashikaga shogunate, and went against the tide of the defeated Japanese army, tearing through the waves and tearing through the Japanese slaves who were rushing towards them.

Faced with the unprecedented defeat of Japan, these shogunate daimyo of the ruling class showed the spirit that matched their power and status, and fought desperately to maintain the samurai spirit they had promoted for two or three hundred years.

Yang Ge came on a dragon, looking down at this group of Japanese pirate generals with gorgeous armor and complex family crests that he couldn't understand at all, and all of them had majesty and power written on their faces.

He knew that he had caught a big fish... a big fish in a net!

And Ashikaga Yoshiteru and others below looked up at Yang Ge standing on the top of the ferocious black dragon in the air.

He also knew that the final moment had arrived!

"Gentlemen, the end has come. We will meet again in the kingdom of Amaterasu!"

Ashikaga Yoshiteru raised his samurai sword and pointed it at Yang Ge in the air. He turned his head slightly and shouted solemnly to Takeda Shingen, Hojo Ujiyasu, Uesugi Kenshin and other shogunate daimyo behind him.

The daimyo bowed to him respectfully with their swords: "The general will go first, and we will follow!"

"Let me be called Dujuanyi, and I will fly up to the sky."

Ashikaga Yoshiteru nodded, chanted for a long time, jumped up, swung his sword with both hands and chopped Yang Ge. The chant turned into a hoarse roar at the end: "Ultimate Iai·Unrivaled!"

With a sword out, a thirty-meter-long bright sword light surged, and with the momentum of splitting the river and stopping the flow, it chopped Yang Ge on the head of the black dragon head with a frontal sword.

Yang Ge looked at the extremely young swordsman in front of him in surprise, thinking that the power of this sword was almost as powerful as Xiang Wudi. In time, he might become a peerless master swordsman...

If it were before, he might have to spend more than ten moves to get rid of this extremely young swordsman.

But now.

Yang Ge shook his head with regret and jumped up.

The black dragon roared, swung its tail and rushed towards the swordsman who was slashing at it.

"Bang."

The bright 30-meter sword energy slashed at the head of the black dragon, and the black dragon was broken into pieces, and even the black energy that seemed to be blazing flames was violently shaken...

But that was all!

The black dragon took the sword and slammed into the fierce swordsman. Thousands of broken sword fragments split the fierce swordsman into countless pieces on the spot, and blood was spilled in the sky.

Seeing this, Takeda Shingen, Hojo Ujiyasu, Uesugi Kenshin and other Kanto heroes on the ground drew their swords without hesitation and roared into the sky.

The black dragon had no humanity at all, so how could it tolerate them? It immediately circled its body and dived down without hesitation, nimbly passing through the military formation with various flags and family crests.

When the black dragon soared into the sky again and caught the falling Yang Ge, there was only muddy flesh and blood on the ground, and it was hard to tell who was whose... To clean up such a battlefield, I'm afraid you have to use a shovel.

Yang Ge glanced down and stomped on the Leng Yue Sword with dissatisfaction: "Look how disgusting you are. We have come so far, we can't not bring back any meaningful trophies, right?"

The Leng Yue Sword trembled softly like a puppy whimpering, and at the end, a ball of scarlet evil spirit suddenly burst out from the bright blade, and a narrow samurai sword soared into the sky from the mud below, gently landed in front of Yang Ge, and floated quietly.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

The Leng Yue Sword trembled a little faster, like a little dog showing off its treasures: 'Shit shoveler, take a look, do you like it? '

Yang Ge took the narrow Japanese sword with doubts. The handle was covered with blood, but the narrow curved blade was still as smooth as snow. He held the blade in front of him and gently brushed the narrow blade with two fingers. He saw that the blade was covered with crescent-like patterns, and the blade was still emitting a cold and sharp sword aura.

Looking at the hilt carefully, he saw a two-line family crest on it, and then he realized that this sword was the sword of the swordsman general just now.

"Good sword!"

Yang Ge praised softly.

The sound of the Lengyue sword suddenly became low.

Yang Ge laughed softly and said, "Of course, it is definitely worse than yours!"

The sound of the Lengyue sword became louder again.

Yang Ge shook his head and casually inserted this rare sword into his belt... This sword is far worse than the current Lengyue sword, but it is comparable to the Lengyue sword when he first got it. In other words, this is a sword that is enough to be ranked on the list of Chinese magic weapons.

No matter how powerful a magic weapon is, it depends on who it follows!

Even if the best weapon in the world falls into the hands of a third-rate martial artist, it will only be covered in dust, wither away, and eventually become a firewood stick.

On the contrary, even if the best master in the world carries a weapon made of ordinary iron that can be bought with a basket of ordinary weapons for ten taels of silver, after a long period of cultivation, there will be a day when he will be honored on the list of best weapons.

The Lengyue Sword is the best example.

The Lengyue Sword that fell into Yang Ge's hands was ranked 18th on the list of best weapons.

Now the Lengyue Sword, which is about to be crowned with the prefix "Destroyer of the Country", is definitely qualified to squeeze into the top ten of the list of best weapons.

If the list of best weapons did not have Xuanyuan, Tai'a, Ganjiang, Moye and other big killers to dominate the scene, the Lengyue Sword would be qualified to compete for the top five!

Yang Ge put away the crescent sword (Three Sun Moon Munechika, one of the Five Swords of Japan), and looked back at the endless plain battlefield. He could no longer see any stubborn Japanese soldiers.

More than 100,000 Japanese soldiers fled for their lives, and the mountains and plains were full of pigs and wolves. 100,000 people stretched out a battle line of dozens of miles.

More than 50,000 Japanese slaves of the vassal army chased them for their lives, and the mountains and plains were full of encirclement and interception. A few slaves of the vassal army dared to chase hundreds of Japanese soldiers.

The sky opened up at some point...

The orange sunset gave the bloody and cruel battlefield a layer of golden light, and the rich and gorgeous colors made the entire battlefield look like a grand oil painting.

Yang Ge looked at the oil painting, opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the whole person slowly withered like a deflated ball: 'I'm so tired...'

At this moment.

At the northwest end, which Yang Ge could not see, Zhou Fu, who was leading the army, had just received the victory report from the front army when he heard a loud knocking noise.

He looked up in surprise and saw a group of Japanese soldiers with messy armor and unkempt hair rushing out of the forest on one side.

The leader was a short and strong Japanese pirate with a big beard and black armor, who looked like a water tank at first glance.

The Japanese pirate with a big beard and black armor rode on a Japanese warhorse that was also short and strong, and galloped over.

"Oda Nobunaga from Owari, I am here!"

"Hideyoshi Hashiba from Owari, I am here!"

Zhou Fu looked at this group of Japanese soldiers who looked like beggars, and his face was a little stunned at first, and then slowly turned into a ferocious expression: "There are really some who are not afraid of death... Twelve Earthly Branches, listen to my order, twist the head of that water tank off!"

The twelve Earthly Branches responded loudly and jumped out together, twelve people as one.