Chapter 123 You Are so Ugly Like This (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!!)

"Niten Ichiryu, please teach me."

Musashi held the sword tightly in both hands and stepped forward. His seemingly old body stood still. He adjusted his breathing and eyes, and the boiling fighting spirit in his eyes was restrained and ready. He said in a deep voice: "Tsukimi-ri Kumokawa."

This was the first time he called Kumokawa by his full name, which showed his respect for a swordsman.

Kmokawa only had a shallow smile on his face, and responded with the starting posture of kendo. He held the sword with his right hand, stretched his left hand forward, sank slightly, and said softly: "Xinyou swordsmanship, please teach me."

Xinyou swordsmanship, also known as Qi family swordsmanship, combined with "Yagyu Shinkage-ryu", learned from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians, and was born to crack the Japanese swordsmanship.

Ferocious, vicious, rough and violent, one-shot kill.

Posing the starting posture of this swordsmanship has already explained Kumokawa's attitude.

The murderous look in the pair of dark blue eyes concealed the only trace of immaturity on that face.

Just then, the door of the tea room was pushed open.

Crack.

"Cover your ears." Musashi said.

This sentence was said to Yoshitaka who pushed the door in.

"What?" Hearing this, Yoshitaka, who was originally a little anxious, was stunned.

But the next moment, the figure moved.

Yoshitaka stared at Kumokawa when he entered the door, but even so, he still felt a flash in front of his eyes at this moment.

In his eyes, Kumokawa became a hazy shadow in the air, a wind that carried dead leaves to the lake.

The sword in his hand lost its shape due to the extreme speed, and only the blade light with a thin halo stained by the moonlight could be seen.

The speed of swinging the sword was so fast that the full picture of the sword could not be seen clearly, and only the terrifying and sharp whistling of the wind that broke through the air could be heard!

Yin! !

Musashi's muscles all over his body tightened in an instant, and the hot and boiling light under his eyes overflowed!

The eyes that were gradually crawling with bloodshot clearly saw Kumokawa's slash.

From the left shoulder to the right thigh! This is a blow that pierces the cassock!

Bang! !

Musashi crushed the wooden board on the ground with one foot, and raised the katana in his right hand to block.

The original Niten Ichiryu should have used the small katana to block, and then used the long katana to cut people.

Because the right hand holds the latter, it means that the force of cutting people is greater, and the body and arm are cut off with one sword.

The ronin and samurai of the previous era liked this kind of violent slash very much, and liked to cut off the enemy's body directly.

This is called "Dokiri", and cutting off a few dokiri is a few dokiri.

But Musashi did not dare to be arrogant. What he wanted was victory, the victory he pursued all his life, abandoning his former arrogance and leaving no room for victory.

So after raising the katana to block the falling position of the reverse kasaya, Musashi's left-handed small katana stabbed into Kumokawa's heart without hesitation.

This is the essence of Niten Ichiryu, abandoning the power and speed of holding the knife with both hands, and cooperating with his eyes that see through the tricks.

He started later, but arrived first.

Clang! !

The clear sound of swords resounded throughout the Japanese-style teahouse, and the sparks that burst out were like a silver bottle exploding, splashing on every wall and every inch of space!

"Ugh!" Yoshitaka came back to his senses from the shock, covered his ears in great pain, and felt his brain buzzing and trembling.

Musashi, who resisted the sword, sank slightly, and the sword in front of him exploded like fireworks.

The tatami under his feet was also suddenly lifted by the strong wind, and his steps were involuntarily moved back three centimeters!

However, his small sword had already stabbed out.

Slowly! Break! Quickly!

This sword was so insidious that it pierced through the black robe without even the sound of the wind, and was about to pierce the heart.

"Die!" The gleam in Musashi's eyes was revealed, with a strong killing intent.

But when his pupils moved slightly upward and looked at Yunchuan's face, he suddenly felt creepy.

Yunchuan was still smiling, with a curve at the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing joy, and his left hand stretched out to his side!

Suddenly, Musashi heard the sound of wind coming towards him, and his sight that was locked on the other person's face shifted, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision!

A knife that could never appear here and cut towards him!

That knife had clearly been blocked by him, so how could he swing the second knife again in this split second?

Did the other party hide a second knife?

The next moment, his eyebrows hurt slightly, and a blood bead fell down.

In the middle of the eyebrows, a thin blood mark silently cracked, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down along the nose.

Xinyou swordsmanship, Qi family swordsmanship, the sword moves in a straight line, the sword is fierce, and there is no retreat.

By changing the Yin hand and Yang hand through the wrist, the power and speed are maximized.

When Musashi stared at Yunchuan's heart, the sword he used to block the sword.

——Broken.

The broken half of the blade spun rapidly in the air, reflecting Musashi's shrunken pupils. Yunchuan's free left hand reached out and grabbed the broken blade tip as expected.

Immediately, almost at the same time as Musashi, they stabbed each other's hearts fiercely!

At this moment, Musashi felt the great threat and fear of death. Almost driven by his body's instinct, the hand that stabbed the small sword suddenly lightened and dodged to the side.

Puff! !

The broken blade pierced Musashi's body, and he flew backwards in an instant.

Lying on his back on the cracked and collapsed floor, there was a terrible collapsed hole in his chest, and the broken left lung lobe could almost be seen, and blood could not stop flowing out of it.

However, facing such a fatal injury, feeling the life passing away, Musashi's face was angry and distorted, but there was no fear at all.

"I, I dodged it." Thinking of his behavior just now, he had never felt so humiliated, his face was distorted, and he roared: "How could I avoid it? How could I avoid it?!" The last life-and-death blow should have dragged the opponent to death together! But he actually avoided it. Or rather... "You are afraid." Yunchuan walked over and whispered, "You ran away." The black robe on his chest was also cut open, and the skin underneath was also cracked into a scarlet. "You are so ugly like this." Yunchuan walked to Musashi, looked down at him who was in a very embarrassed state, and said in a deep voice: "Escape will never solve the problem, it will only solve yourself." Musashi looked up at the long sword he slowly raised, and his originally angry eyes gradually became peaceful. Immediately, he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Hanzo will bring the Rain Country into the abyss." He did not say what Yunchuan would do, but he denied Hanzo's way. "I know, so I came." Seeing the peace and calmness in Musashi's eyes, Yunchuan nodded slightly and chuckled, "Well, this look is worthy of the name of the former 'hero'."

As soon as the voice fell, the knife in Yunchuan's hand fell.

Puff.

Blood splashed on the broken screen on the ground, dyeing the heavily made-up prostitute on it red.

"What about you?" Yunchuan put the knife across the scabbard and made a ringing sound. The knife hit the scabbard and made a crisp sound. He turned and looked at Yoshitaka standing in the distance, and smiled, "Do you want to follow me?"

Yitaka watched this scene silently, from beginning to end, he did not speak or step forward to stop it.

"Hanzo can't save the Rain Country, but I want to see how far you can go."

After a moment of silence, he half-knelt in front of Yunchuan and said respectfully: "Please let me send Musashi off for the last time."

"Yes."

Yunchuan nodded slightly, watching Yoshitaka stand up, and his consciousness sank into his mind.

Looking at the template, the corner of his eye couldn't help but jump.

[Kill Musashi [Rayin leader], chance trigger, get new template]

[Name: Ichimaru Gin [Mao Spiritual Academy]]

[World: Death God]

[Quality: Blue]

[Advanced: Can be advanced → Ichimaru Gin [Bankai] (Purple)]