Like snowflakes flying in the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, the cold sword light came across the sky, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and suddenly fell from the air. Everything around it was eclipsed by this sword. The man let out a light sigh, and gently pulled out the foot-long dagger in his hand. A section of the blade hidden in the handle was drawn out, forming a sharp short knife. He lightly raised the dagger above his head, and only heard a "crack" sound. The sharp sword light actually broke into several sections in the air, turning into even smaller blades, scraping out an unbearable "squeak". The sound struck the man.
The man made a dull "hmm" sound in his nasal cavity, seeming to appreciate this change very much. Then his body turned sharply, jumping up and down in the small space, leaping and striking, smashing the dozens of sword flowers that were attacking him into scattered petals, and then stood still. There was still only a pair on the wet soil under his feet. The footprints actually returned to the position where they first stood. With such martial arts cultivation, even Aji, who had seen his late master's super strong martial arts, couldn't help but praise him! However, Aji still closed his eyes tightly at this time, not knowing what happened. []
"The sword skills are good. It seems that he has inherited them from the masters of martial arts, but he has found a unique way and walked out of his own way. He is sharp and tricky, very good!" The man slowly raised his right arm holding the knife, held the knife behind his back, and gently inserted the short knife into it. The sword is hung in the scabbard on the waist of his right hand. Look forward and to the right with both eyes. There, a young man wearing clogs and a black short jacket walked slowly. His hair with long black bangs covered his left eye, and he held a sword-like sword with a slight curvature. The foot-long weapon was held tightly in his hand.
The first thing that attracted the man in the robe was not the young man walking towards him, but the cold light flashing weapon in his hand. A large black smoke floated from the sword-like blade, which gathered in clusters in the air not far away, forming a circle. With a deformed and twisted face, he let out a sharp and unpleasant neighing sound, and kept roaring at the man. The young man's gloomy face also looked particularly gloomy and cold under the reflection of the black clouds.
"This is - the demon sword!" The man's voice hidden under the robe trembled slightly, "I didn't expect that I had waited for hundreds of years and finally saw it! Haha, I really couldn't find it after I had worn iron shoes. When I killed Shang Quan Nobutsuna, wanted to seize Muramasa, but unexpectedly he only saw Masamune who was not suitable for fighting at all. Now he finally has a chance to meet the true master!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man's body trembling greatly, and his voice couldn't help but feel a little bit Choking up sobs: "It turns out it was you! It was you who killed the master?!"
"Oh - it turns out you are the apprentice of the old man Shangquan, no wonder it feels so familiar!" The man in the robe stretched out his left hand and gently rolled it on the brim of his hat, revealing a middle-aged Chinese character face with resoluteness written all over it. The crow's feet gathered at the corners of the eyes, and the upright figure and broad bones under the thick neck were vaguely visible, which could not be concealed by the robe. The old man's calmness when he raised the knife and his finger muscles that showed no sign of wasting even more chilled the young man's heart. Especially the "hundreds of years" that he didn't know whether it was true or not, made him feel like he was facing a monster.
However, even so, the man's fingers holding the knife did not tremble at all. His face was full of persistence and stubbornness, and he walked steadily towards the middle-aged man.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the apprentice of old man Shangquan. Like him, you are more willing to bend than bend. You also love martial arts, but you don't care about the mainstream elf traditions in this world. I think you are more like your master than that boy!" The man seemed to Not noticing the young man approaching, he glanced at Aji, put his hands on the buttons of his robe, and moved his fingertips quickly. The robe fell lightly to the ground, revealing a short top and shorts, as if a battle was about to begin. appearance.
"I, Miyamoto Musashi, am good at - sword skills!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body was like a light smoke floating invisible, and rustling footsteps came from all directions, and the sound lasted for a long time, but the name Miyamoto Musashi was nowhere to be seen. The young man appears again! The middle-aged man stood there with a smile on his face, seemingly not paying attention to Miyamoto Musashi's attack.
Suddenly, the expression on his face froze, his left foot suddenly moved back, his body suddenly turned to the right, and the vertical knife was held in front of him.
"Ding!" The crisp sound of swords intersecting suddenly floated up, and Miyamoto Musashi's angry face appeared less than one meter in front of the middle-aged man. He held the knife in his right hand, held the back of the knife firmly with his left palm, and slashed horizontally at the man's head and neck. It's a pity that the man resolved it lightly.
"I, the leader of the Tokugawa family ninja group - Hattori Hanzo!" The middle-aged man's weathered eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp edge that was more dazzling than the sun, penetrating all obstacles and shining directly into Miyamoto's eyes. Miyamoto intuitively watched Hattori Hanzo's eyes suddenly stinging, and subconsciously closed his eyes, tears overflowing like a floodgate opening.
"The Eye Technique of Ninja!" Although martial arts are declining in the elf world, the term ninja can still be heard in the mouths of those martial arts masters. Ninjas are a group of aliens living in the darkness. They are born with some special characteristics that are unknown to outsiders.Special abilities, such as the ability to control fire and water, or the whole body becoming harder than steel, andthese abilities that can play a huge role in specific environments not only make them heretics and freaks in the eyes of people , and also made them strong men living in the dark. Many ninjas have chosen to practice martial arts, and they often have good martial arts skills after being immersed in it for many years. And their special abilities can often help them defeat the strong with the weak. Eye Technique is one of the extremely rare abilities. Release attacks through your eyes, attacking opponents directly or with assistance!
"Ding, click, click, click!" Relying on his sensitive ears to identify the awe-inspiring murderous intention hidden in the whirring wind, Miyamoto blocked several knives with his face, but his arms also had a certain amount of damage due to the obstruction and deviation of his sight. deviation, a bright red blood line slowly dripped down from the forearm.
"It's really awesome!" Miyamoto couldn't help but admire Hattori Hanzo's rich fighting experience. He was worthy of being an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. His skills were so high that even if he was extremely talented, it would be difficult to match him. Suddenly, Miyamoto's heart moved. He rolled his body to the left, then kicked his feet on the ground and flew forward. And Hattori Hanzo was surprised to see Miyamoto Musashi jumping towards him.
With a slash of the short sword, Hattori Hanzo's strong thigh muscles suddenly tightened, and with a "bang", two huge holes suddenly appeared on the ground, and they jumped out at twice the speed of Miyamoto! An inch short, an inch dangerous! Under close attack, his short sword is obviously much more advantageous than Miyamoto's Muramasa long sword. Even if the roles of the two parties are reversed, he is confident enough to defeat Miyamoto!
Like a roc spreading its wings, Hattori Hanzo's body glided in the air and flew towards Miyamoto. The short knife in his hand was coated with a layer of black medicine, and no light could be reflected back. He stabbed Miyamoto straight like that.
The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, ten meters, five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter Just when the tip of Hattori Hanzo's knife was about to dance on the tip of Miyamoto's nose, Miyamoto actually let go of his hand. , letting Muramasa in his hand fall in the dark mist, cursing, and leaning sharply to the right!
"Tsk¡ª¡ª" The short blade easily cut through Miyamoto's skin and inserted into his shoulder blade. Hattori Hanzo turned his hand familiarly, and only heard a "tearing" sound. Miyamoto's shoulder blade was suddenly opened, fresh and tender. His flesh and blood were turned out, and large streams of blood gushed out crazily.
Suffering this huge injury, Miyamoto's rosy face turned extremely pale in an instant. He bit his lower lip tightly with his upper teeth and allowed the short blade to cut at will on his left shoulder. He stretched his right hand forward and his wrist was twisted at a strange angle, like a long It wrapped around Hattori Hanzo's arm like a snake. He gently touched Hattori Hanzo's wrist, and the short blade in his hand fell unconsciously. The intact right hand rose up, grasping the dagger tightly, and then turned around sharply. The dagger drew a beautiful arc in the air. There was a rumble of thunder in the distance, and everything around him seemed to be still!
ps. There will be another chapter later. I will finish it today.