I formed the strongest swordsman group

There are only two floors in this Gang site. The two floors have different functions, and the division of labor is clear.

The first floor is the "entertainment area" for drinking, listening to music and watching performances.

Usually, in the private rooms on the first floor, you can see prostitutes with one hand holding a traveling girl and a wine glass in the other, actors playing music, and entertainers performing belly dancers.

As for the second floor... it is the "gentle township" that makes people imagine.

After the guests have had a good time on the first floor, they can lead the girls into the room on the second floor, and work together to explore the mysteries of the human body during the long spring night.

When Qingdeng stepped on the last step, a long and narrow corridor spread before his eyes.

The lampstands placed in every corner were all covered with peach-colored lampshades. When the candles shone on them, the whole corridor was filled with obscene colors between cherry blossoms and roses, and at the same time, Qingdeng's face was illuminated flickeringly.

On both sides of the corridor are rooms, one after another, densely packed.

Looking up, there are all vivid spring paintings on the door.

From Shinobu Hishikawa, known as "the founder of erotic pictures in the Edo period in Japan", to Kiyonobu Torii with a bold style, to the playful Tsukioka Xueding.

Every picture, every pair, is so lively and fragrant, making the blood of the viewer excited.

But for Qingdeng, who has experienced the impact of modern culture and experienced many beautiful things on the head's delicate body, these spring paintings are still a little too low-level, and they can't arouse his sexual interest at all.

Qingdeng stepped forward, holding the knife with one hand, letting the tip of the knife drag on the ground.

Crack...crack...crack...crack...

The sound of burning candles and the sound of knives scratching the floor dominated the corridor.

Unexpectedly, Qing Deng suddenly felt a chill in his side.

In an instant, he knelt down on one knee, and while turning around, he raised his knife and stabbed at the direction where the cold air came from—the door on the left.

Puchi!

The sharp point of the knife penetrates sliding doors made of paper and wood effortlessly.

Accompanied by a beast-like scream, the stagnant feeling was transmitted to Qingdeng's palms.

Qing Deng breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled back the knife in his hand.

The sharp edge that Echizen lived in and often Lu guarded was back in front of his eyes.

As for the Yakuza attached to the knife... Under the influence of inertia, he flew up and hit the paper sliding door full of spring paintings. The fragile door panel burst with a sound, and fragments of different sizes scattered like shotgun bullets.

Qingdeng fell at his feet without even looking at him. Yakuza, who was only breathing in and out of breath due to the failure of the ambush, continued to move forward while shaking off the remaining blood on the knife.

After five steps, when the rabbit was up and down, there was a loud "bang" from Qingdeng's right side - a knife pierced through the sliding door from the inside to the outside, and stabbed directly at Qingdeng's chest! The momentum is so strong that it looks like a fierce snake coming out of its hole!

The moment Qingdeng felt a slight movement in the air, he instinctively lowered his body and dodged away.

In the next moment, he wiped the ground and cut the knife from the bottom right to the top left.

The paper sliding door is split in two like tofu.

Behind the broken door panel was a Yakuza full of astonishment.

He still maintained the posture of drawing the knife, as if he had been cast with a magic spell, and the whole person remained motionless.

In an instant, there was a small opening in his chest, which was so clear, and then the crack became longer and longer, blood lines slowly emerged, and finally turned into a huge cut that slanted through his whole body.

After vomiting a big mouthful of blood with a "wow", he limply fell forward, and fell on Qing Deng who was still half squatting impartially.

Qingdeng took advantage of the situation and threw an overhand throw.

Using Qingdeng's back as a fulcrum, Yakuza flew out somersaults to the left, hitting another door not far away, and fell into the room with the door.

"Ah ah ah!"

There are people in this room.

A naked client with a pale face, and a wanderer who is also naked with an even paler face.

Presumably, they should have no time to escape, so they can only stay trapped in the room.

Coincidentally, the Yakuza that flew into this room happened to land on a table that held snacks and drinks.

Bang Long - the case was broken. Everything on the table, whether it is food or drink, bounces high in various trajectories.

A small brown object drew a beautiful parabola and fell to the top of Qingdeng's head.

Qingdeng subconsciously stretched out his hand and scooped up the object, catching it.

It turned out to be an unopened sake.

Just at this moment, two loud knocks on the door in no particular order attracted Qingdeng's attention.

He looked around and saw two Yakuza standing side by side not far in front of him, each stepping on a paper sliding door that had been kicked and deformed.

Judging from their expressions of five points of impatience, three points of restlessness, and two points of fear, they probably learned the lesson of the two "pioneers", and knew in their hearts that pure "sneak attack from behind the door" could not do anything to Qingdeng, so they couldn't help but rushed out of the room where they were hiding, and decided to confront Qingdeng head-on.

"Wow ah ah ah ah!"

"Wooahhhhhh!"

The two yakuza screamed strangely at the same time, and slid forward

Qingdeng spread his feet leisurely, holding a knife in one hand and the wine gu that he had just bought for free in the other, facing the enemy with one arm.

clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!

On the empty promenade, gold and iron mingled.

Like crazy, they swung their knives and attacked Qingdeng desperately.

However, Qingdeng's lower body seemed to be sucked to the ground, flexible yet stable, leaving no chance for the opponents to take advantage of. Every slash they made was bounced back by Qingdeng's steady swing of the knife.

In an instant, Qingdeng turned around from under the knife cut by the two of them, leaving a shining knife light behind him.

One of them fell silently to the ground.

"This, what speed is this... Cough wow!"

When the remaining person was deeply frightened by Qingdeng's "Super Speed ​​Sword", Qingdeng silently slashed out the second saber light.

This man also staggered forward and fell, just on top of his companion.

At this time, with the sound of "crash", amidst the sound of wood rubbing and the unique sound like air leaking, a new enemy appeared.

Ten steps ahead of Qingdeng, a shirtless muscular man pushed open the door with gentle movements, walked out slowly from the room, and stood in the middle of the corridor.

"King Ren, I have admired your great name for a long time."

The muscular man's voice was very deep and hoarse.

Qingdeng raised his eyes and glanced at the other party.

"Muscular, long hair, and two horses tattooed on your shoulders... Are you the horse Daisaburo who manages this place?"

The muscular man raised his eyebrows a few times, and a look of surprise flashed across his cheeks.

Although he didn't understand why Qingdeng recognized him, he still replied very frankly:

"It's right here!"

Both sides were polite on the surface, but in fact, a stern air had penetrated into the skin.

The muscular man...that is, Ma Daisaburo raised his chest and raised his voice accordingly.

"I originally thought that I was just a lowly person who is a hero, and I will never have an intersection with the foot of the "king of benevolence" forever."

"However... the so-called 'everything is impermanent' is nothing more than that."

"I never thought that we would meet in this way."

Speaking of this, Ma Daisaburo paused, then put on a ferocious expression and a fierce tone.

"King Ni! Why did you come here to make trouble?! Do you know the consequences of doing so?!"

When Qing Deng heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"You asked me 'why'? To eradicate the Qingshui clan - do you think this reason is enough? If not, I can say a little more."

Ma Daisaburo's pupils shrank slightly, and his face darkened.

"...Hey, are you serious about what you just said?"

"Ma Daisaburo, you really talk a lot of nonsense."

There was a bit of impatience in Qingdeng's tone.

"I still have a lot of places to go tonight, so I don't have so much time to spend here with you. Just listen to me: for some complicated reasons, I want to capture you alive, so if possible, can you please raise your hand and surrender obediently? In this way, it will save a lot of trouble for you and me."

It took less than half a minute from when Qingdeng put forward his proposal to when he finished speaking.

However, in this extremely short period of less than half a minute, Ma Daisaburo's expression changed several times.

Er, he let out a long breath.

He didn't make a sound, and didn't give an accurate answer at the first time.

Silently, he drew out his waist knife, lowered his waist, and assumed a strange posture.

After he raised the knife above his head, he extended the body of the knife to the back of his head. The tip of the knife pointed obliquely at the ground near his heel from upper right to lower left.

"Nio, no matter what... I am also a samurai!"

The moment these words were uttered, Ma Daisaburo suddenly tightened his three fingers holding the tip of the knife.

I saw all the blue veins on these three fingers burst out... One can imagine how much strength he exerted.

"Nioh, let's make a move! Please show me the sword of Nio!"

"Ono One Sword Style"

"Ma Dai Saburo!"

Ma Daisaburo's figure exuded a frightening sharpness. Obviously, his posture hides amazing explosive power.

Even though he was an enemy, Qingdeng looked at him with such heroic spirit.

At this time, Qingdeng just felt a little thirsty.

So, he passed the wine gu in his left hand to his side, and used the hard wall to break the seal.

Gudong Gudong.

He held his head up and drank it vigorously, pouring down the just-warm wine.

Qingdeng felt a sense of pleasure slipping down his throat. His mouth and lungs, which were as dry as a desert, were moistened, and even the muscles of his limbs regained some elasticity and vitality.

Clank!

Qingdeng casually threw the emptied wine Gu to his feet.

"bring it on!"

"Natural Mind Flow"

"Orange green!"

Qingdeng raised his saber, setting up Xia Duan's structure.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere filled every corner of the corridor!

At this moment when the confrontation was on the brink, some people hiding in the rooms on both sides secretly opened a gap in the door, peeking out anxiously but full of expectation.

Most of these bold people are wandering girls.

Leading a handful of dozens of people to defeat two hundred samurai, single-handedly rushing to the settlement of Westerners, and single-handedly inflicting severe damage on the hated barbarians... For a long time, Qingdeng's various heroic deeds have been circulated in the streets and alleys of Edo for a long time.

"Nioh" is a hero who has been rarely encountered for decades-this concept has penetrated into the hearts of young and old in Edo.

Which woman would not want to see the hero's demeanor?

Even though they knew it might be risky to do so, the wandering girls couldn't hold back their curiosity and opened the door to watch the battle.

When the eyes of the wandering girls fell on Qingdeng one by one, their pupils were full of splendor.

Anyone who sees it will feel that Qingdeng's posture is majestic and majestic. For a moment, he really looked like King Ni who was not angry and pretentious.

At this moment when the tense atmosphere of the scene reached its limit——

Boom!

Boom!

Two kicking sounds sounded indistinguishable from each other.

The two swordsmen rushed towards each other.

The two knives cut at each other at the same time.

The result—Ma Da Da Saburo's tattoo was on the shoulder of a horse, and blood spurted out "puchi".

On the other hand, Qingdeng... was unscathed.

When Ma Daisaburo's knife was about to fall on his head, he turned his body to the right precisely, avoiding the slash by a little bit.

The two passed each other by mistake.

"Woooo...!"

Painful groans escaped from Ma Daisaburo's lips.

The injury he suffered was severe enough to make ordinary people lose their ability to move in an instant.

However, Ma Daisaburo insisted on resisting the severe pain in his body and the dizziness in his head with his amazing willpower.

He turned around and rushed towards Qingdeng again unrelentingly, the knife in his hand roared straight to the top of Qingdeng's head.

Qingdeng stood sideways for half a step, while dodging his attack, he stepped forward and swung his knife directly at the opponent's thigh.

Ma Osaburo instinctively leaned back, although he dodged, but he didn't dodge completely - the tip of Echizen's sword still grazed his thigh muscles.

The injury to his leg made his lower plate unstable, and his body staggered uncontrollably.

Qingdeng seized this opportunity, jumped forward, and passed under Ma Dasaburo's right armpit.

At the moment when the sleeves intersected, Qing Deng swung the saber obliquely, hitting Ma Daisaburo's other thigh like lightning.

Qingdeng, who ran behind Ma Dasaburo, quickly turned around, staring at him with habitual reluctance.

Even though he has already worn several wounds, Ma Dasaburo has not fallen down yet.

Holding the knife, he turned back tremblingly and faced Qing Deng again.

Just when Qingdeng was about to strike again, Ma Daisaburo's feet suddenly became unsteady,

He seemed to want to raise the knife, but just as the knife in his hand reached the height of his chest, it suddenly fell to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, he himself fell to the ground.

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