The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 265 - 181: The Gourd Demon

Chapter 265: Chapter 181: The Gourd Demon

Sha Lifei and his companions were on a mountain ridge that was not very high.

Yuan Zhetian and the monk Xiao Yue, leading from the front and rear to guard against arrows from above, constantly changed their positions, quickly closing the distance.

But even faster than them were the giant hornets.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The roaring sound of their wings quickly reached everyone’s ears.

Lv San frowned, "Not good, these poison bees have been refined by someone and are very fussy; I’m unable to drive them away."

"Leave it to me!"

Wang Daoxuan didn’t hesitate for a second, his hands winding mugwort as he pinched a mantra, chanting, "Nuogao, to the left three stars, to the right three prisons; overturning heaven and earth, blocking all nine paths, making you lose your mind... Hurry, as the decree commands!"

It was the Thousand Gold Protection Spell.

As soon as the spell was cast, a fierce momentum surged violently.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The swarm of giant hornets that had previously been closing in suddenly erupted into chaos, no longer attacking the group, but instead flying about haphazardly.

"Protective Spell?"

Down below, Daoist Bao scornfully sneered and pulled out another Yellow Talisman from his bosom, stepping into the Step Gang formation and whispering spells, slapping it onto a calabash.

Who knows what was hidden within the calabash; as soon as the Yellow Talisman was attached, it immediately began shaking left and right and emitted a squeaking sound, as if it were in great pain.

Daoist Bao’s eyes were filled with brutal pleasure, "Still dare to resist!"

After finishing his words, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the Yellow Talisman.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The swarm of hornets in the sky once again regrouped, carrying the fear of the Protective Spell, and yet again they assaulted the group.

Above, Wang Daoxuan also felt a tightness in his chest as he bit the tip of his finger, picking up the Soul Suppressing Bell next to him, quickly drawing symbols after that, casting the Thousand Gold Protection Spell once more.

This was an inspiration he got from Li Yan.

Using the Soul Suppressing Bell made it more powerful.

Many giant hornets hadn’t approached yet when they were deterred by the sound of the bell, dropping to the ground with thuds, struggling and flapping their wings, dazed and confused.

"Hurry, disrupt the spell casting below!"

Wang Daoxuan could clearly feel the strain, knowing that the Magician’s Dao below was higher than his own, likely at the level of three-story, and the defense would sooner or later be breached.

"It’s too late!"

Lv San stood up and drew out his Bone Flower from his waist.

Yet Yuan Zhetian and Monk Xiao Yue had already ascended the hill, less than fifty meters away; they would soon attack.

"Damn it, what’s the rush!"

Sha Lifei looked up and immediately gave up on connecting the fuse.

Their idea was good, but a makeshift preparation was ultimately too late.

Seeing the situation, Sha Lifei simply ignited the fire thorns directly, lifted the iron chain attached to them, and after swinging them around like a Meteor Hammer a couple of times, he threw it out with a whoosh.

This was the proper use of fire thorns.

According to the Military Classics, this weapon was for defending a city.

When ignited, the red-hot iron spikes would heat up the fireball, which was then launched using a catapult at the enemy cavalry’s crucial charge point, exploiting the explosion’s force to scatter the Iron Tribulus and injure the horse’s legs and feet.

In the villages outside of Chang’an, while waiting, there happened to be a kiln, and Sha Lifei had prepared some gunpowder beforehand, aiming to recreate this weapon.

Of course, his fire thorns were not the complete version.

The real military used iron spheres, whereas he had substituted them with earthen jars and glued sharp iron pieces on top, resulting in a reduced size.

To tackle pugilistic world disputes, it was already enough.

Yuan Zhetian, a brute, had never seen the Military Classics and mistook the incoming projectile for a Meteor Hammer.

He sneered coldly, extended his hand to catch it, using a clever move to grab the fire thorns, intending to throw them back.

But when he got hold of it, he realized something was very wrong.

Boom!

A muffled explosion, smoke billowing, Yuan Zhetian was sent flying backwards and landed on the ground; his face, chest, and abdomen were embedded with sharp iron pieces and ceramic shards.

Blood seeped out, turning him into a bloodied, inanimate gourd, lying motionless on the ground.

"Hahaha!"

Sha Lifei couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Of course, there was no time for mockery.

Wang Daoxuan was already hardly holding on, and now the most urgent thing was to interrupt the Magician casting spells below.

Sha Lifei, frantic and flustered, took out bamboo thunder arrows again.

At this distance, the flintlock was basically unable to hit, and the bamboo thunder arrow’s power was limited, but casting spells was most vulnerable to shocks.

If the qi was disturbed, the spells might even backlash.

But just then, the one-eyed monk Xiao Yue bellowed and burst forward, forming the Fearless Seal with his left hand, while his mouth chanted, "Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate..."

The three men stiffened at the sound.

They couldn’t help but look toward Xiao Yue, drawn in by his ghastly, pale eye, as the surrounding Buddha’s spell got louder and their spirits became confused by the lone eye.

"Not good, Enchantment Technique!"

Wang Daoxuan bit his tongue hard, recovering first, desperately shaking the Soul Suppressing Bell and casting the Thousand Gold Protection Spell.

One purpose was to fend off the swarm of bees, and the other was to try to awaken the others.

However, with Daoist Bao’s Dao corresponding to a three-story level and Xiao Yue’s to two, by his own power alone, he was utterly unable to stop them.

As Xiao Yue continued to chant, he moved closer, soon just a few meters away from the group, his face twisted into a sinister smile as he raised his shovel.

Bang!

Then, the sound of gunfire rang out again.

Sha Lifei was seen with a flintlock raised in his hand, the smoke from the barrel not yet cleared.

His eyes gleamed with cunning, showing no sign of being under any spell.

"You..."

Xiao Yue’s face showed disbelief, looking down at his chest.

Blood gushed from his heart, quickly staining his monk’s robe red.

Lv San had also recovered by then, with a Flying Shuttle in his hand, which he hurled with force.

This was his usual weapon; previously a Flying Shuttle paired with a dagger, and now he had added a Bone Flower, diligently practicing its use every day.

Thud!

Xiao Yue was stabbed by the Flying Shuttle, not uttering a sound, he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

"The damn coward, lucky Brother Yan gave me this."

Sha Lifei finally let out a sigh of relief and pulled an object from his collar.

The Thunderstruck Wood Talisman glimmered with golden inscriptions of talisman and divine statue.