I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 119 Feitian Sword Style

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pressing the end of the hilt with his right hand, Kenshin decided to use the secret sword skills of Feiten Mitsurugi style to deal with the mysterious swordsman who suddenly appeared.

Fujii watched quietly, holding the katana with his right hand alone, ten steps away from each other, turning the blade with the hand holding the sword, and getting ready to use the reverse one-moji slash from Zatoichi.

In his opinion, the sword skills of Himura Kenshin at this time were not much different from those of Zatoichi, but they made up for the shortcomings in strength, and in addition, Himura Kenshin was not as disabled as Zatoichi, and his actual combat power was

It still needs to be stronger. The flying sword style itself relies on physical fitness and talent. The swordsman in front of you can be said to be a perfectly enhanced version compared to the original.

Mysterious meaning, Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!

Kenshin took a deep breath, and ejected his body. In an instant, he swung the sword blade and slashed from eight angles. Because the attack speed was too fast, the afterimages were connected together, as if there were multiple swords attacking at the same time.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Cang——!"

Fujii calmly received eight slashes at the same time, raised the blade and turned it sideways to block a thrust. The final strike of the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash was the most difficult thrust to defend against. Most swordsmen could block the first eight strikes at the same time.

Continuous slashing is already pretty good.

After resisting the thrust, he moved away the katana he held in his backhand and slashed upward diagonally three steps away from the Ichimonji Slash. Kenshin drew his sword to block it and slid back a few steps.

A thin red line spread from the bottom of the collarbone. Kenshin lowered his head and took a look. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, just a little painful.

The shogunate army and the Sacho army on the battlefield refilled the path, and shouts of killing were heard everywhere. Fujii raised his left hand and raised his palm to the sword's heart.

"The injection will only hurt a little bit."

The swordsman's heart was agile and light, and he could kill one person with one sword. The efficiency was a beat higher than that of Fujii Shu. After a quarter of an hour, nearly half of Sa Chang's army of more than 300 people had fallen, and the remaining soldiers abandoned their helmets.

A, let’s make birds and beasts scatter together.

"Flying sword style: a complete style of sword skills, commonly used moves: dragon nest flash, double dragon flash, tornado flash, dragon hammer flash, dragon flying flash, earth dragon flash, flying dragon flash, dragon cry flash, nine-headed dragon flash."

"That's the executioner Battosai, kill him!"

When Fujii saw that the other party wanted to talk, he also chatted with him in a sensible way. If he could defeat Himura Kenshin and other masters in a trial, the trial should be over. He also wanted to

Let’s dig into the plot. Previously, a mature swordsman like Zatoichi didn’t have such a good opportunity for him.

"I'm from the Ichikawa Ittōryu, and I'm just a small person at the exempt level. It's normal for a big shot like you, Battosai, not to know."

As a member of society, she has not had time to do this for a long time. It is rare that a cat that likes her comes to her door today. She will never let this opportunity pass by.

He stared greedily, stretched out his hand to grab the sword, but was suddenly grabbed by a bloody hand. Looking up, he saw the dying sword heart.

"Section Chief, I felt unwell when I woke up this morning. Please take a day off. I'm very sorry."

Lowering his body's center of gravity as much as possible, the sword's heart reached forward with one hand and grasped the handle of the knife with the other. He decided that if he could pass this level, he would abandon the sword and stop killing.

Unexpectedly, before he could say a few words, a large number of obstructive Shogunate troops and Sacho troops surrounded him. The numbers were roughly the same, around two to three hundred people. For a battle in the cold weapon era, it was already quite a large number.

scale.

The black cat suddenly uttered human words. The shocked Michiko retreated and fell to the ground, and the anesthesia needle rolled to the side.

In this copy, is this the opportunity for his transformation?

Seeing Kenshin's awareness, Fujiiju actually imitated Kenshin's posture, lowered his body and reached forward.

What he didn't know was that after the battle, a dark-eyed swordsman stood up from the pile of corpses in embarrassment, walked unsteadily to the half-kneeling Kenshin, and looked at the sharp sword at Kenshin's feet.

Dragon hammer flash!

Kenshin leaped high and slashed down with both hands. Fujii Shu didn't block it, but dodged Kenshin's dragon hammer flash sword move. He raised his sword and slashed, but the blade was blocked. He turned around and slashed again, but the sound was still the same.

The collision of metal made the two of them face to face, holding on to their opponent's sword blade.

"This sword and its owner no longer exist in the world."

"It seems that you, the executioner, do not live up to your reputation!"

Behind Kenshin was the Sacho Army, and behind Fujii Shu was the Shogunate Army. The two slowly removed their sword strength, retreated a distance from each other, and each rushed into the enemy formation in front of them.

She forced the black cat into the corner, her expression gradually changed, and her whole body began to become excited.

Fujii turned around and looked around. There were only less than forty or fifty people killed by the shogunate army. Although his morale was frustrated, he could still hold on for a while. He taunted a few words loudly, turned around and rushed into the shogunate army's formation.

Fujii, who lost the ability to use one hand, beheaded Yoshimura Kanichiro and seriously injured Saitoichi, and finally lay among the corpses, holding on until the end of the battle.

Fujii's style is to open and close, relying on the advantages of body and swordsmanship to seize a samurai's sword, and use the two swords to stir up a bloody storm in the crowd. People's lives are like grass, and rows of people fall down.

The green clothes on his body were dyed brown, and the blood on the blade could not be shaken off no matter how hard it vibrated.

Since elementary school, she liked to lure sparrows with rice, crush them with her own hands, and feel the sparrows' vitality as they struggled and then disappeared.

Several howling warriors rushed forward. He raised his hand and threw the curled-edged katana, and pierced the person at the back with his sword. Feeling the katana in his hand, he quickly raised the shadow of the sword. In a few ups and downs,

Passing by the samurai, he grabbed the thrown sword and kicked away the man who was slowly falling.

"Ah! It's Neko-chan, so pitiful."

After closing the door, Michiko took out her mobile phone covered with rhinestones and sent a text message asking for leave. It was rare to have such a beautiful cat, how should she deal with it?

The black cat was put down by her, and he took the initiative to walk into the house. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, and the walls were covered with plush toys of cats. It seemed that he was a very cat lover.

Skillfully using a disposable syringe to draw out half an anesthetic, Michiko, who looks bright and intellectual, has curved lips, and her light pink lipstick reflects a seductive luster under the indoor light.

"Your Highness Battousai is in danger, come together!"

Fujii doesn't have the confidence to participate in the next trial yet. A famous swordsman with eight times the physique of a normal human being is expected to lose miserably one after another with his current strength which is less than seven times. Maybe this is because his progress is too far ahead and the enemy is suddenly defeated.

The improvement is not reasonable.

Michiko set up a DV camera, took out medical gloves from the drawer, and smiled excitedly.

Only then did Kenshin have time to speak and express his inner doubts. There were no traces of Fujii's sword moves, and he couldn't tell that they were swordsmanship from any faction, but his level was very high. He was really a strange guy.

Michiko looked around, but none of her neighbors noticed. The five-story apartment she rented was not allowed to keep pets privately, but this kitten was so cute. Its fur was smooth and shiny. She squatted down and stretched out her hands, and she even took the initiative to rub her.

The palms of her hands were not afraid of life at all.

"One move will determine the outcome!"

"Xiao Hei, look here."

Kenshin knocked the swordsman, who was not in good condition, to the ground with a strike of his sword. He took this ominous blade and disappeared into the heavy snow, his figure submerged in the snow.

"Got you!"

A cute black cat squatted by the door, looking up at her and making a hungry and weak cry.

She silently raised her middle finger, glanced around one last time, took the black cat into her arms, and carried her into the house.

After a long night's sleep, the morning sun woke up the Fujii tree on the bed. He got up to wash up, and the lights and shadows of swords faded away before his eyes.

——

In an apartment in Tokyo, Michiko, a 26-year-old white-collar worker, put on makeup and a skirt suit and opened the door.

"Congratulations on passing the level. The score is S. The reward is Kendo Style: Feitian Sword Style. It cannot be upgraded."

Half a quarter of an hour later, all the shogunate soldiers who had no time to escape fell to the ground. Only dozens of people at the edge threw away their weapons and crawled out. Corpses were everywhere in the bamboo forest. Two real executioner swordsmen held their swords back to back, with brown swords under their feet.

The streams gurgled and flowed to low-lying areas, converging into a deep pool.

"Entering the next stage of the challenge, there are nine times left. The strength of the soldiers is four times that of ordinary people, and the strength of the commander is eight times that of ordinary people. Do you want to continue?"

Fujii stood up slowly, tore off his shoulder sleeves, bandaged the wounds on his left arm, lowered his left hand, which could no longer move, and left.

"Did even Battousai die in battle? Then let me inherit your reputation!"

In junior high school and high school, the cats that can be seen everywhere in the island country became her prey. Every time she used the heel of a stiletto heel to pierce those cute and fluffy things, she would always take a photo of the result and send it to the website to give some

Appreciation of the same quirks.

Cutting off a row of spears with one sword, he slashed through the throats of the ashigaru with a regular sword with a curled blade, splashing a scarlet wave. Fujii's white face could no longer recognize its original color, and was still splashed with blood.

.

"Shh! Don't scream."

"It's going to be very painful. I'll give you an injection first."

The two of them got into the bamboo forest on the side of the road in tacit understanding at the same time, turning into two blurry afterimages. The thick bamboos cut off and fell after passing by, scattering green leaves all over the sky. The sword blade cut through the space and flickered.

Cold light.

Dragon flying flash!

The two of them used the same moves at the same time, slashing diagonally towards each other, using their left foot to lend strength, and heard the sound of breaking wind and a glimmer of cold light.

The five or six samurai behind them had brilliant blood blooming from their necks, and the surrounding shogunate troops swarmed over and stepped over the corpses of these losers.

Kenshin stepped forward, stopped and turned around. Fujii turned around and turned around. Both of them had exhausted a lot of physical strength. Although there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, there were still some superficial injuries. If they continued to fight, they would all

It is impossible to get out of this battlefield.

"Meow--!"

"Who are you anyway?"

As for Jian Xin, he dropped the weapon in his hand and fell to his knees, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Pfft!"

"Humans hunt animals, monsters hunt humans. This is the balance of the biosphere. Don't blame me."

The anesthetic needle on the ground was lifted up by an invisible force and pierced into Michiko's thigh. The cat stretched out its front paws, scratched her flesh-colored stockings and skin, and licked the blood on them, revealing its fierce look.

"I'm starting."

It swooped up and bit Michiko's throat. For a moment, the room was filled with blood and the atmosphere became strange.

(End of chapter)