On the boulevard outside the subway Tokyo Station.

The shadow warrior, who was originally frozen in the ice, rose to the sky with the power of ghosts and gods, shook off the broken ice on his body, and regained his mobility again. The sword dragged on the ground took the sparks to attack Abe Temple.

Abeji's eyes were as calm as water, he stretched out his hand to catch the double swords flying in the air, and instantly collided with the black swords that lingered with the power of ghosts and gods.

"Is this the power of ghosts and gods..."

Amid the sound of gold and iron, Abe Temple suddenly jumped back a few meters, widening the distance.

He frowned and looked at the moaning in his hand.

On the blade, there have been several gaps.

Taking advantage of the gap between the shadow warriors stepping forward, Abe Temple slumped in place and charged up, and his swords rose from bottom to top, trying to slash the opponent into the air.

It was the gesture of the Elegy of the Two Days First Class: Mountain Bear's Elegy.

However, what he faced was a battle-hardened, skilled swordsman, not a reckless mountain bear.

Aware of his movements, the shadow warrior sank his waist with great experience, held the Taidao horizontally in front of him, and after blocking the upward slash of the two swords, he took advantage of the moment when Abe Temple was exhausted, and slashed the horizontal sword.

"Damn."

In mid-air, Abe Temple was unavoidable, and saw that he was about to be buried under the black sword that haunted the power of ghosts and gods.

The two knives in his hands let out a spiritual cry, and suddenly broke free from his hands, flying and intertwined in front of him.

It was the pair of swords that had not yet achieved Shikigami, and they spontaneously protected the master.

Then, one person and two knives were slashed by Ping Jiangmen's simple and steady slash, and flew to the maple tree by the roadside.

"Crack".

The Sun and Moon Swords broke into two pieces under the opponent's slash, and fell to the ground weakly.

I don't know if it was because of the huge anti-shock force or the destruction of the two swords that had the same mind, and blood spurted out from the mouth of Abe Temple.

"It seems... it's over?"

Looking at the shadow warriors walking towards him step by step, Abeji smiled bitterly.

Then……

He decisively rolled around like a lazy donkey, turned around and ran.

……

On the plaza of Kanda Ming Shrine, Kotori Yumayumi was standing beside Kobo, repeating the action of drawing arrows without rushing.

Her right hand was already cut by the bowstring, and drops of blood slid along the bowstring and fell on the surface of the longbow like a bone jade, disappearing like being swallowed up.

But she didn't seem to notice.

"Boom... woo woo..."

The crisp string sound and the tail sound of Yaogong Youku's cry like a weeping sound just rang out and then dissipated.

Because the shooting target was too close to her.

The two shadow warriors were constantly bombarding the golden rune bell with their knives, shaking bursts of Buddha light.

Hongfa, who closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, actually used his own strength to resist the slashing attacks of the two ghosts and gods!

But at this moment, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he was shaky. It seemed that he had reached his limit.

The black-armored warrior in front of him might smash the golden bell with the next strike, and put it on himself, but Yumayumi's heart didn't have too many turbulence.

Her eyes swept across the edge of the square.

There, the headless bodies of several detectives were lying all over the place.

Like harvested leeks.

A few minutes ago, after gaining the power of faith that belonged to the gatepost of the Ping Jiang in the main hall, the shadow warrior who became a ghost and **** slashed straight at her.

In order to cover the evacuation of Tori Yumayumi, several agents blocked her with their flesh and blood...

With his own life, he fought for a chance for her.

The principle of joint action was implemented by them with their lives.

Looking at the golden bell that was crumbling under the sword light and was about to shatter, Little Bird Yumayumi felt a trace of regret.

"Mr. Araki, I may never have the opportunity to accept your guidance in the future..."

……

"The shabby alley of the Xuanwu Hall can't get into the car. I'd like to ask Kiryu Teacher to move forward from here for a while."

On a roadside about 700 meters away from the Xuanwu Pavilion, a tall, middle-aged man wearing a kimono, wearing a wooden knife, and stepping on wooden sandals walked out of the car, accompanied by several people.

He is the expert who was specially invited by Lixin Liu from Kyoto to kick the hall.

"It's okay, as long as you can teach that guy who broke the rules of the market a lesson..."

The man with the most masterful demeanor said so, and took the lead to walk into the alley beside the road.

At this moment, a strong gray-white arrogance surged down from the air and rushed into the interior of the alley.

Several men who were naturally rational were passed through by the gray-white arrogance, and immediately their eyes turned white and they fainted.

Inside the Xuanwu Hall.

A man dressed in black samurai Kai and wearing a long sword stepped into the interior of the dojo.

"Well? Is it finally here?"

Sousuke Araki, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and looked up at the person coming.

"Hey, don't you understand the rule of changing shoes before entering the dojo?"

Seeing the kicker who stepped on the tatami without changing his shoes and wearing a retro samurai armor, Sousuke Araki's expression immediately became full of murderous intent.

Do you know how difficult this kind of tatami is to clean?

"Your Excellency is so powerful, yet it is a disgrace to the puppet emperor. It is a shame for the warriors of our Eastern Kingdom..."

Looking at the dilapidated small dojo, the man in samurai armor said with some disdain.

"What dialect are you talking about, I don't understand... Since you've even put on your protective gear, let's start quickly. I'll have someone to get up early tomorrow..."

Ignoring the other party's obscure Kanto dialect as the ancients, Sosuke Araki put on protective gear such as face, carcass, kashou, and pendant on his own, and impatiently picked up the wooden sword beside him.

This helmet stinks to the sky. After wearing it, he can slowly clear his health bar by doing nothing. It really makes him not want to wear it for a second.

The man on the opposite side was able to wear it all the way, and he was also a ruthless man.

"Beichen Yidao Liu, Sousuke Araki, see you!"

According to the rules of the competition, Sousuke Araki held the wooden sword in front of him with familiarity and reported his name to the opponent.

After that, he slowly raised the long knife above his head and dropped it to a position perpendicular to his body behind him.

It was Beichen Yidaoliu's gesture.

A lingering aura began to accumulate on him, like a beast about to come out~lightnovelpub.net~ glanced at Sousuke Araki's aura with admiration, the middle-aged man wearing a samurai helmet gently pushed down. A, cover the face.

Then, his center of gravity sank back, his body bowed slightly, and he slowly held his hand on the handle of the knife.

An undisguised murderous intent locked onto Sousuke Araki.

"Iai Dao? Naturally, Li Xinliu and the others, did they invite foreign aid from another faction?"

Feeling the murderous intent of Ling Lie in the opponent's posture of drawing his sword, Sosuke Araki, who had played against Tian Lixin, was a little puzzled.

Integrating swordsmanship, sticks, jiu-jitsu, and qi-hejutsu into the natural Lixin flow in swordsmanship, the starting style is naturally not like this.

Looking at the other party's posture, it seems that there is a taste of living together, but they are not the same.

What he didn't know was that the rise of the Japanese kendo school dates back to the thirteenth century.

Long before this, in the early Heian period, samurai honed their sword skills just to kill their opponents in the first place in battle.

In order to kill the enemy by pulling out the katana worn on the waist at the moment when the spears and naginatas in their hands are broken or shot down, the samurai often worked hard to refine a "sword drawing technique".

Compared with pulling out the weapon and then slashing at the opponent, the sword-drawing technique, which directly uses the force of drawing the sword to "kill the opponent with one blow", is naturally more advantageous.

This is a sword technique that is completely used in actual combat, and it is also the earliest prototype of Iaido.

"That being the case, let me give you the way to die as a samurai... Kojiro Soma, see you!"

Holding the tachi in his hand, the samurai spoke in a quaint Kanto dialect.

Soma Kojiro is the real name of Heishamon.