Matsumoto's swordsmanship comes from the most mysterious Kage-ryu among Japanese kendo masters, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

One word "shadow" describes the essence of swordsmanship.

Shadows, dark shadows in the middle of the night, are misty and elusive. Like flowing water, thick fog, flowing clouds, and strong winds, they take human lives invisibly among the phantoms. They are unpredictable, without quality or movement. That’s why Matsumoto’s

My father killed a strong man with that sword, earning him the reputation of "The Great Sword Killer".

At this moment, Nighthawk was facing Ichiro Matsumoto, who had the most unfathomable sword skills in the Shadow Stream, and even in the entire Fuso.

Matsumoto slowly raised the knife, holding the blade with his straight arms and slowly raised it to the top of his head. When it reached the chest, the tip of the knife pointed steadily at Nighthawk with a sharp edge. He stopped moving quietly. His whole body was like a statue.

The still stone statue does not move at all no matter how strong the wind is, as if it is a stone man who has been waiting for a thousand years and will never leave until his beloved appears.

Nighthawk clearly felt that there was an invisible airflow surrounding Matsumoto's blade. As time passed, the airflow became larger and larger, and even caused Matsumoto's clothes to dance wildly.

Matsumoto, wearing a kimono, was entangled by the sword energy flying in the sky. His black hair was flowing, and his clothes were dancing in the wind. Matsumoto held the handle of the sword tightly with both hands, but his face was gentle and calm. He looked like a peerless swordsman standing in the clouds.

, just waiting for the moment when the storm rises, he will take advantage of the clouds to slay all evil in time. Everyone who stands in front of him will have to withstand his shocking blow.

Nighthawk felt an unprecedented murderous aura coming towards him, and could not even see Matsumoto's true face.

But he can't back down now. He is riding a tiger. If he only takes one step, he will definitely die from the sword energy that Matsumoto spits out at any time. This is a duel between masters, and life and death only take a moment.

The team members behind him also felt the approaching danger at this moment. Although they were outside the field, Matsumoto's unparalleled and powerful sword wind still hurt people's faces. It is conceivable that Nighthawk, who was the first to bear the blow, had to bear the pain.

How much pain and pressure.

Everyone was anxiously running around in circles. In this kind of duel between experts, they could not play any role and could not help at all. The most helpless thing was that they also knew that as long as anyone easily entered the fighting range, they would not be able to save Nighthawk.

, it might very well cost you your own life.

Junqi was so impatient that he wanted to raise his gun and take advantage of Matsumoto's distraction to kill him with one shot. However, the black bear who hurriedly walked to his side held down the barrel of the gun.

"You don't want Monroe to be saved alive. Look, he is still holding the detonator tightly in his hand. If you shoot him, he will detonate it before he dies." Black Bear pursed his lips and stared at Matsumoto.

's left hand.

Following the black bear's gaze, the military assassin immediately saw that Matsumoto, who was holding the handle of the knife, was still holding the detonator tightly in his left hand. It seemed that this guy had really settled the matter and left no room for it.

Black Bear angrily threw down the gun in his hand, turned around and fetched two short sticks from the weapons rack on the wall. He punched the ground with force. He said to the assassin fiercely: "Captain risked his life to save Monroe, you

Boy, can you please stop causing trouble? I'm warning you, if the captain gets hurt in any way because of you, I will kill you today."

Jun Ci was completely exhausted. He didn't expect that his recklessness almost killed Monroe, and might also push Nighthawk, who was in front of the blade, to a dead end.

After a long silence, Jun Ci cursed fiercely and slammed the gun in his hand on the ground. In an instant, he took out two sabers from his waist and stared at Matsumoto. His body secretly accumulated strength and was ready to assist at any time.

Nighthawk gave Matsumoto the most fatal blow.

Nighthawk, who was standing in front of Matsumoto's hunting knife, felt extremely sad. Looking at Matsumoto's expression, which was full of eyes and could not discern the slightest expression, he was in a state of confusion, wondering how Matsumoto would make his next move.

How can we block this killer move of his?

The two stood quietly like this, facing each other with knives, as if time had frozen.

But as time went by, Nighthawk's arm holding the knife began to feel extremely sore. Nighthawk, who was determined not to be immovable until the enemy was immovable, couldn't stand this life-threatening silence, so he slowly moved his steps.

"This is not my style of play. I have been led in circles by this devil Matsumoto. I must not follow his rhythm, otherwise I will definitely die." Nighthawk cursed his own stupidity in his heart, and was actually dragged into it by Matsumoto.

In another whirlpool of conspiracy.

When it moved, Nighthawk was like a runaway horse, leaping into the sky, flashing like a flash of light. The saber, arms, and body turned into an elegant straight line, like a white rainbow at high speed, rushing towards Matsumoto's chest with great force.

Shoot away.

Matsumoto twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. Waves of light and water rippled in front of him. The sword pointed across his chest instantly met the nighthawk that looked like a dragon.

With a loud bang, the Nighthawk jumped backwards quickly. After flying more than two meters, he took three steps back in succession and exerted force on his hind legs, just enough to stabilize his body.

Matsumoto on the opposite side also took three steps back in succession, stood behind him with a knife in his hand, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stained the front of his clothes red.

"Okay!!!" A burst of extremely excited cheers reached the ears of the two people in the arena like a mountain.

Jun Ci laughed loudly, raised the knife in his hand and shouted to Matsumoto in triumph: "You little brat, you are so arrogant. Now you know how powerful our captain is. Our captain is a master who has learned from famous masters and has reached the heavenly level in martial arts."

, even a genius like me usually doesn’t dare to challenge easily, for fear of being beaten to pieces. You, a little devil who secretly learned a few sword skills and then yelled arrogantly, shouting about being the best in Fuso, dare to come to this bad guy,

You are really overestimating your own capabilities, and you deserve to die."

After he had enough of scolding, Jun Ci threw his head up and laughed. The proud excitement in his expression could not be concealed at all. Not only had he scolded Matsumoto and praised Nighthawk, he had also improved himself to a higher level.

How can a person who is so proud of himself say so much?

"Are you China's top master? He is really powerful. Today, I finally met the most powerful opponent in my life. Haha, let us decide the outcome," Matsumoto said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth gently.

Using both hands at the same time, he slowly raised the knife and pointed it at Nighthawk in front of him again.

"That little devil is really looking for death. Captain, let's kill him. Huh? Captain, are you okay?" Jun Ci, who had been excitedly playing tricks just now, suddenly saw a pool of red blood flowing in front of Nighthawk's body. His arm

Blood was flowing drop by drop, slowly gathering into a pool of bright red on the ground.

Nighthawk raised his hand, stopped the team members who were about to charge, and shouted loudly: "I'm fine, just a skin injury, don't move, I'm going to kill him in one go."

Hearing that Nighthawk was so angry, everyone put down their worries and stood aside silently. They closed their mouths tightly and did not dare to say anything to disturb the two people on the field.

Nighthawk tore off a long piece of clothing from his shoulders and wrapped the wound on his arm with his backhand, temporarily stopping the flow of blood.

"Shadow Ryubo is really powerful. He is indeed the best kendo master in Fuso. I admire him very much. But down there, you are not so lucky." Nighthawk said while wrapping his wound around his wound, coldly facing Matsumoto who was standing with a sword.

His eyes were full of heat.

Matsumoto did not speak, but concentrated on holding the sword. At this moment, he had become one with the blade, and any noise and noise in the outside world had nothing to do with him. He had already entered a state of selflessness.

Nighthawk was secretly surprised. He wanted to use words to anger Matsumoto, but Matsumoto was like a living fossil and did not respond to his words at all. It seemed that Matsumoto's level was far beyond his expectation.

Nighthawk's all-out attack just now was a killing move in which the entire body's energy and energy were poured into one point, concentrating on breaking through Matsumoto's defense.

I originally thought that Matsumoto would definitely be unable to catch it, but I didn't expect that Matsumoto's sword skills were really superb. Not only did he block his extremely powerful sword, he also blocked his way in.

There was a deep cut on the arm. If Nighthawk hadn't reacted quickly, the entire left arm would have been gone by now.

Although Nighthawk failed to achieve his goal, he struck Matsumoto with a fierce palm in the chest, causing him to be injured and vomit blood. With this power, Nighthawk successfully escaped Matsumoto while Matsumoto was distracted. Next

The phantom of the knife is like the churning of water.

Nighthawk did not dare to be careless anymore and put away the last bit of luck in his heart. The black training uniform was now a little sticky with blood. Stepping on the dried blood under his feet, Nighthawk sprinted towards Matsumoto at a speed of 100 meters.

Jumped out.

The light from the blade flows and is dazzling, but in Matsumoto's view, it is the deadly aurora of hell, ready to pull out the soul from the body at any time.

"Well done." Matsumoto roared loudly, and the knife in front of him twisted with his arms, turning in a harmonious circle in front of him, creating a wind-like circle of the knife.

In the circle of swords, there was a loud sound of wind. The air flow rotated and killing intent agitated.

It seems that in this sword that has been contaminated by thousands of people, countless souls of the tragic dead burst out of the sword's restraints with fierce smiles, hovering in the circle of the sword and rushing back and forth, ready to mercilessly tear apart the living lives that dare to come forward at any time.

Break them into pieces, devour their souls, and let them taste the pain of the thousand-year punishment.

Even before Nighthawk got close to the circle of swords, he could already feel the overwhelming pressure coming towards him. It didn't come from the circle of swords, nor did it come from the peerless sword that held its head high and spoke out, ready to assassinate him at any time.

Matsumoto, who is calm and calm as water, is the biggest source of pressure. Everything is just an illusion played by this Fuso man who stands dumbfounded. Nighthawk has slowly found the way out in the silence just now.

.

Looking at Matsumoto's sword circle at this moment, it is no longer so indestructible, with murderous intent rolling in. The truly terrifying murderous demons are actually behind these appearances. When you are fully prepared to break the prey handed out by Matsumoto, the real ferocious beast

It will suddenly appear.

Nighthawk had a sly smile, raised the knife, and made an extremely twisted movement in the air with his body in an incredible shape. He barely avoided the tip of Matsumoto's knife.
Chapter completed!