The long ship in front of the market slashed through the air and made a low roar, clearly reaching the extreme speed. Tachihua Zongmao even felt that this sword could cut the young man in front of him into two halves.

Unfortunately, this idea is very beautiful, but the fact is that Shan Sinan moved his calf and took a few steps to the left. The Yanling Knife in his hand was lightly lit, and there was a tingling sound, but the tip of the knife was on the spine of the long ship in Beiqian. Rika Zongmao felt a slight shock in his hand, and the lower plate suddenly lost its balance. He couldn't hold back his feet, and staggered to the left for several steps, with a slight uproar around him. At this time, even those guys who thought that the Lord Zongmao might not be able to defeat him might not be able to defeat him.

The young man in the Ming Kingdom opposite was like a ghost and a god! Everyone thought of it.

This move has nothing to do with power, it is purely a skill, a skill that is so exquisite that it is so exquisite that it is difficult to whisper: "This sword will take at least twenty years of hard practice..." After hearing this, Takaya Chiyo next to him couldn't help but say: "No! He looks at most thirteen years old."

"It's just because I'm in my teens, it's scary!" Yi Neng Xiaosanlang said that this guy had a huge secret in his heart. This guy's father was actually born to a Ming and a Fusang woman, so he had one-quarter of the Ming Dynasty's blood. At this time, the Ming people were generally merchants in Japan, and a very small number of Ming people stopped rushing to settle down with Fusang because they were old. Most of them operated dyeing workshops, which are the so-called dye houses in Fusang.

He worked in a dye house since he was a child, and spoke fluent Ming Dynasty official language with Ming merchants. The dye house he worked in was a property under the name of the Yoshioka family in Kyoto. The Yoshioka family has been a swordsmanship teacher in the general's family since the twelve generation generals, and there is a dojo in Kyobaliu Military Arts Office in Kyoto. He used to seeing the arrogant look of samurai men wearing double swords, he was envious and tried every means to transfer from the dye house to the War Arts Office to work. This job took a full twenty years.

Over the past twenty years, he has seen countless swordsmen, swordsmen, swordsman, and even swordsman named by the general Oguchi. Until a few years ago, the head of the Yoshioka family, the guide to military tactics of the previous general, Yoshioka Naoki, passed away. The son of Naoka Hiroshi, who served the fifteenth generation general Ashikaga Yoshioka Qianfa, returned home to inherit the position of the head of the family. At this time, many disciples of Yoshioka Dojo believed that the Constitutional swordsmanship was not good at inheriting the Military tactics. He seized the opportunity and jumped out, defeated the four disciples of the Dojo with a wooden knife, and suppressed the disciples of the ***. Yoshioka Qianfa was very happy and gave him the Yinke certificate of Yoshioka Kyobaliu. He transformed himself from a working boy to a swordsman.

The Yoshioka family is more like a merchant than a samurai. He has been in the Yoshioka family for more than twenty years and has an undestroyed Yoshioka family style. Moreover, he knows his own family affairs well. He has seen swordsmanship countless times in the Yoshioka family for twenty years. The hometown leader Yoshioka Naoka defeated many swordsmen and swordsmen, but he has almost never won against the Sword Master, so he knows very well that if he is also a Sword Master, he is probably the most delicious Sword Master in the entire Japanese archipelago.

However, he looked upright and left a great impression when he met. Moreover, he had met two sword saints who were personally conferred by the generals, especially the sword saint Zui Chuan. When he went in and out, he had more than a hundred disciples, just like a big name. Since then, he has learned a truth: To be a human being, one must have power, no power, and take advantage of the power.

Just like the head of the hometown, Naoki Yoshioka, he could only play in the general's swordsmanship guide. You should know that the general is weak at this time, and any daimyo is stronger than the general if he just wants to give him a name. Therefore, the Yoshioka family is also weak.

Like Zuzuhara Shuzuki, even Daming disciples were collected. For example, the three Danayan Kitadashi in the court surrounded him by hundreds of people. Every year, those Daming monks would give great gifts to the masters. No matter where they went, they would praise him. They were even named Sword Saint by three consecutive generals. Therefore, Zuzuhara Shuzuki was strong.

Speaking of which, this is not new. It is like during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Li Si went to the cottage to slap his father. He found that the rats in the pit were terrified and frightened. Later, he saw the rats in the granary, but they were fat and big, and they were not afraid of people. Therefore, he realized the philosophy of rats. People are virtuous and filthy like rats!

This principle is not unusual in Ming Dynasty, and real scholars do not look down on Li Si's philosophy of rats, but as a Fusang native, Ion Kosalou himself understood this principle. Therefore, he began to travel around the countries. At this time, there were many local Japanese swordsmen. He simply went to Kyushu and Shiguo, and he was also very prosperous in these two places. He interacted with many important officials of famous masters. He usually had food and food and food sponsors, and even went to Ming Dynasty twice, looking like a great swordsman who was walking on the waves of the sea.

But in fact! He has a good vision and a bad momentum, but his skills are really good. Of course, he is surprised, envious, and even a little scary when he sees Big Head's exquisite swordsmanship: As the saying of Ming Dynasty, people are so angry that they are so angry that they are really a little bit. I have also practiced swordsmanship hard at Yoshioka's house for twenty years. I feel that maybe it is worse than Yagyu Ishi Akihiko and Kamada Fururo, but if this child in front of me, who will win or lose?

These many thoughts were actually just a blink of an eye. Yineng Xiaosanlang Jingzhai asked herself, but then she didn't dare to know the answer.

Big Head ticked the spine of Lihua Zongmao's sword, then quickly put the knife away, took a step back slightly, pulled the handle of the knife, and then sang the sword palm horizontally on the right side of the forehead, and muttered in his mouth, "I'll let you do one move."

The good official not far behind looked at it. He was so angry that he was not angry. You guy, you really dare to let someone do something! He was wearing armor tightly, and it doesn't matter if you cut it a few times. You guy only have a single cotton jacket on your body...

However, at this time he did not dare to speak, for fear of having big head's heart divided, but his hand was pressed on the hilt of the village master's sword. If there was any disagreement, he would have to go up and rescue him. He could not control any rules, and it didn't matter whether he was doing this or not. He must not really make big head miss it. Uncle Shan is forty years old after the New Year. In this year, he can call himself an old man in his thirties. If he wants to get another son, he will really have to be a tree of pear blossoms that will overwhelm the crabapple.

Although Tachihua Soshima couldn't understand what Big Head was muttering, he could guess that it was not a good thing. His face swelled up and he couldn't help but shout, and he turned over and slashed over again. He had long hands, feet, and big, and with one slash, the blade broke through the air and whimpered.

Big head flashed again, easily dodging. His strongest talent is that he is in a good mental state. Normal people will be nervous if they practice sword skills for a hundred years and have a real sword and gun. This is what is called "no matter how well they practice, they have never seen blood" and "new soldiers are considered veterans only if they have killed people. However, there are always some people in this world who are different from normal people. They are born to break the rules.

For example, a galloping horse weighs 800 kilograms and charges at a speed that can knock anyone in front of you. A normal person stands in front of less than five steps and is basically the life that is knocked away. However, some people can calculate the distance very clearly and easily avoid it, and even make some moves, such as pulling a horse, or rescuing a child who may be hit by a horse, or turning over and holding a passenger on the horse. These are theoretically feasible, but in fact, if this happens, most people will be knocked away by a horse.

It’s like in later movies, action heroes can jump up and step on the roof of the car and hide in the moment the car comes, but this situation can only happen in the movie, and one hit or one dies in reality.

Then, there will always be some monsters, perverted abnormal people, and their behavior will only make people sigh, like the big head. You must know that one knife will only take a blink of an eye, especially the knife that is slashed down with an upper sword structure, which can be at most one person from top to bottom, and it does not even need to blink a moment. But the big head can not only avoid it, but also stab a knife on the spine that falls in the blink of an eye. This can no longer be described as pervert, but can only be called a monster.

Therefore, when Datou's sword hit the front long ship in Hua Zongmao's hand, his confidence increased greatly. His original mental state was already very good, and now his confidence increased greatly, which is equivalent to the normal ten success power mentioned in martial arts novels, and it exploded with 120%. It was also like a competitive game in later generations, with a peak speed of 680 apm, and suddenly it was flew to 1000 apm.

He dodged the sword force of Lihua Zongmao, and stabbed it with a tingling sound, stabbed it on Lihua Zongmao's body, but the knife was just a knife, stabbing flesh, stabbing wood, etc., and stabbing iron was not reliable. Lihua Zongmao felt a slight shock on his body, and he immediately smiled grimly, twisted his waist slightly, and the Yanling sword slid over the feet, and his big head tilted forward...

"Die / Death / Death / Death!" Tachihua Soshima shouted loudly, raised his hands high in front of him and slashed him with one knife.

The big head was suddenly filled with danger, and the obedient official twitched his eyes. He couldn't help but take a step forward, but felt that he was being grabbed by one hand. When he looked back, he was trying out Hu Litao, a hundred households.

Hu Litao shook his head slightly. Before the good official could understand what he meant, he held up his sword with both hands and dinged. With a tingling sound, the blades collided and sparked.

Hey! How come these swords collided so hard, how could the sound be so small? Many veterans who are immersed in swordsmanship have a question.

At that time, Lihua Zongmao slashed with a knife. After a tingling sound, he saw the young man in Ming Dynasty shorter, as if he was suppressed and unable to resist. Everyone even saw his left hand relaxing, as if his arms could not hold on to the light of the captain's captain above.

Tachiha Zongmao was delighted, his arms were whimpering, and even his body was leaning forward, just to increase the weight so that the speed was faster. But as soon as the muscles on his face accumulated into a slightly happy expression, his hands suddenly became empty, and the long light of the Beiqian in his hand slid down. The blades of the two swords intertwined, making a sound of metal rubbing that made people sore teeth. With a puff, the Yanling knife in his hand hit the ground, and Tachiha Zongmao's long boat also fell to the ground with his knife.

Because Zong Mao's body was greatly tilted, he lost weight at this moment and immediately formed a head-studying posture. The big head squatting on the ground had already released the Yanling knife. He reached out and touched his waist, pulled out the flank inserted between his waist, and sent his hands upwards...
Chapter completed!