I Have 48 Hours a Day

It has been more than twenty days since Zhang Heng entered the copy. He has challenged many dojos and learned a lot of genres. He can switch between different swords according to different occasions. However, in the most dangerous time, people still Choose to return to instinct.

And Zhang Heng's instinct is the sword method sharpened by countless blood battles when Heifan was a pirate for ten years. The so-called Anne Stream is actually a sword method without any genre and relying solely on combat instinct and experience.

After breaking the knife in his hand, Zhang Hengsuo directly stuck to Nakamura Banjiro, and took the initiative to reduce the distance between the two sides. As a result, the battle became more dangerous, and the reaction speed of both sides was tested more.

The reaction speed is Zhang Heng's strong point. He has experienced more battles than Nakamura Banjiro. How can he wield his sword and capture the fleeting opportunities in chaos? No one can beat him. This is Zhang Heng. The biggest reliance is on Nakamura, who is fifteen years older than Zhang Heng. Sword exercise is not necessarily worse than Zhang Heng, and his strength is stronger, but the reaction speed is attenuating with the laws of nature.

However, at this moment of fate, he was calm and still. Since he couldn't keep it, he stopped playing and turned back to the offensive. He was fighting for the idea of ​​saving, and began to consciously search for the knife. Opportunity to play the advantage of Shujumaru Hiroji, while also waiting patiently for the opportunity to open the distance again.

Both are trying to make use of their strengths while looking for weaknesses in each other.

Nakamura Banjiro can be said to be the most powerful master Zhang Heng has encountered in this copy so far, so this battle is also the most vivid one for him.

Neither of them has been able to take advantage.

But over time, Zhang Heng became more and more familiar with Nakamura Hanjiro's swordsmanship. The latter's knife-making habits and routines were being understood a little by Zhang Heng. In contrast, Nakamura Hanjiro had just adapted to the first day of the two days. Zhang Heng changed to a new genre in an instant, and this time his swordsmanship became more elusive, and even out of the scope of Japanese swordsmanship, Nakamura's mind was bewildered.

At this time, Zhang Heng also finally sounded the counter-attack horn. The right-handed sword cutter actively contacted Shujumaru, blocking Nakamura's chop, and the left hand's rib difference stabbed at Nakamura's lower rib.

Nakamura Hanjiro realized the danger. Shujumaru Hiroji didn't press down anymore, but retreated decisively. He cut to Zhang Heng's left wrist, but it was still an inevitable attack. However, in the process, he knew it was bad. Zhang Heng The stab that struck his lower rib was just a false move. It seemed that he had already guessed his strain mode. He had waited for the horizontal knife early, and at the same time he swung the knife with his right hand.

Nakamura Hanjiro retreated with a single blow, but after all, it was too late.

The two finally distanced themselves again, but Nakamura Hanjiro's right hand blood flowed, and there were still two cut fingers on the ground.

Zhang Heng played continuously in a short period of time. Bullying Nakamura was not as fast as him. At the same time, he also deliberately seduced Nakamura to play the previous routine, and finally returned a generous return.

With only three fingers left, he couldn't hold the knife anymore, so Nakamura Banjiro changed the number of beads to the left.

However, his left hand is certainly not as easy to use as his right hand, and there is no problem in dealing with ordinary battles. However, in this kind of master competition with detailed details, he has already lost.

Looking at the broken finger on the ground, Nakamura Banjiro finally had an expression on his face.

However, it is not despair or fear, but rather a relief.

He opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I am finally finished today, the master of Xixiang, but unfortunately ... I can't see the new era you promised." After that, he raised the number of beads in his hand again. Hengci nodded to Zhang Heng, "Come on, it is better to die in your hands than to die in the hands of other idiots."

"It's as good as your wishes." Zhang Heng was also polite and clenched his double knives again.

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Director Okita knew that he had been cheated when he opened the curtain, but he was not too anxious. Takasugi's physical condition was very bad. Bacheng was unable to walk on his own. This group of people would risk exposure and hijack the car. The other party is now only one person, and he has to carry Takasugi Jinsaku.

Mr. Okita recalled the fork he encountered along the way, and turned his head to rush back, and he soon made a new discovery. At one of the intersections, he saw a pool of fresh blood, which also seemed to prove Takasugi from the side. Jin Zuo is indeed a little bad now.

Director-General Okita did not hesitate and immediately chased along the blood trail.

He has left Gion. Not far away is the palace of the Aizu clan. The Aizu clan belongs to the Shogunate school. It is unlikely that he would run for them if he wants to come to Takasugi, but there is a lot of Yunshu clan on the other side of the street. People are closer to the downside forces.

Although the influence of the newly selected team in Kyoto was not large enough to break into Samurai Yashiki, that was the end of the matter, and Director Okita would no longer let Shin Takasugi run away, so he chose to enter directly through the wall.

As soon as he landed, a knife came at him. Fortunately, Chief Secretary Okita had been preparing for the enemy's sneak attack, and he saw that he blocked the attack of the opponent.

In addition, the other person's face was clearly seen through the moonlight. It was a young warrior who was about the same age as him. It was the last person beside Takasugi. When he saw that the attack was unsuccessful, the other party did not talk nonsense. Want to turn the preemptive opportunities into advantages.

In all fairness, his sword skills are quite good among his peers, but he is still incomparable with the vertical wizards like Chief Secretary Okuda. When Okuda was hectic, he could win the match with the opponent in less than ten strokes. However, he is now working hard Consuming too much, and wounds on the body.

Therefore, winning this battle still took some of his hands and feet, and the director General Okita had to use his best eyes. In the end, he stabbed the opponent's throat with a knife, and saw blood squirting from the mouth of the young warrior. The Director General finally felt a little tired.

Fortunately, the battle tonight has ended, so as long as he finds Takasugi hiding in the house, and then strikes his chest, he can make him fake death.

Mr. Okita doesn't actually like killing people very much ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just in this era, every man has to be forced to make a choice.

Okita was lazy. He only had the closest relationship with the newly elected team leader, Kondo Kondo, and followed Kondo from his hometown to Kyoto. The latter wanted to do something big and eventually chose the Shogunate, so he took it for granted. Together they became the so-called shogunate dogs in the mouth of the downcast.

But in the recent past, the mind of Chongtian is completely absent from work.

After solving the last enemy, his mind drifted to other places.

Real headache ... How can I see Miss Xiaoye again?

Okita has been annoyed by this matter. Although the two had a good chat when they met for the first time, he forgot to ask each other's address, and although he "coincided" a few times later, he still failed to drum up. Courage, sometimes even dare to look at each other from a distance.

He also ran to ask the most resourceful in the group, and the latter said to him, "Women, just be tough. Just go and ask his father for a proposal. Her meaning is not important at all."

Okinawa scratched his ears and scratched his head. Although he didn't know what was wrong with this, he always felt bad, probably because he didn't want to be hated by Miss Xiaoye.

But the next moment, he heard the bucket knocking over and falling to the ground.

And ... the enemy?

Okita turned sharply with a knife, but what he saw was a face he kept dreaming about.

But this time there was no more innocent and healing smile on that face, and it was replaced by endless terror.

What is she afraid of?

Oh, it's me, it's me who is covered in blood like a ghost now. Okita thought, and apologized in his heart at the same time, "I'm sorry, Miss Xiao Ye, and Mi Mi has time to introduce herself, so you can see my ugliest side."