I Will Rewrite Your Fate

Sword Tower, 78th floor.

With a long knife hanging around his waist, Xie Ming once again came to this defeated place. And the genius swordsman was kneeling and sitting in the middle of the field, quietly waiting for his arrival.

"Awaited."

Stepping outside of the five steps of Chief Okita, Xie Ming said: "Shall we, are you ready to start?"

"I haven't seen you for just one day, Mr. Xie Ming has really changed a lot."

Opening his eyes, Mr. Okita smiled slightly: "This time, do you have the confidence to beat me?"

"Then I have to fight before I know it."

Xie Ming smiled: "Now I just want to understand something, and then I will ask you to practice it."

"Practice...?"

Souji Okita slowly stood up and pulled out the knife from his waist: "Then, shall we start?"

"Ah, let's get started."

Nodded, Xie Ming's hand touched the handle of the knife lightly, and said calmly.

"Natural flow of mind, Chief Okita."

"The earthly sword, Xie Ming."

"A showdown, victory or defeat!"

"Ding!!"

After the first battle, both Okita Souji and Xie Ming had a certain understanding of the opponent's swordsmanship and fighting style. So this time the battle, from the very beginning, has entered a fever pitch.

The knife in the hands of Chief Okita was as violent as a violent wind and as fast as lightning. Ankles, wrists, joints...continuous slashing attacks continued to attack Xie Ming's vital parts.

If it is the first time to face such an attack, Xie Ming will inevitably take defense to observe the opponent's style and fighting style. But now, he will only adopt one way to respond.

"Boom!"

He took a step forward with his right foot, and the long knife in his hand turned into countless phantoms.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..."

The collision of the blade and the blade made a series of crisp sounds. The friction between steel and steel caused countless sparks to burst out of the two of them.

"Well!"

After being attacked by Xie Ming head-on, Okita General Secretary could only constantly use his skills to release the force applied from the blade to his arms. At the same time, the agile pace staggered, constantly harassing Xie Ming's offense.

The knives in both hands are getting faster and faster. Only relying on their skills and physical abilities, the speed of their swords has reached the realm of inhumanity.

Walking on thin ice, this is the common feeling of Soji Okita and Xie Ming.

Even if the spirits of both sides are a little bit inconcentrate, or a little mistake is committed, then the battle will end immediately.

In the previous battle, Xie Ming relied on defense to block the squally stormy attack of Souji Okita. Of course, that is also a countermeasure, but whether it is the attacker's chief executive or the defender's Xie Ming, it is actually not very comfortable.

One seemed to be beating a tortoise shell, and the other was being beaten frantically. How can the hand feel better in this kind of battle?

For the two swordsmen, it is the most comfortable battle to respond to the attack with an attack like this, keep fighting the knife and then fight the knife.

Both sides slapped and closed their eyes at the same time.

For them now, the eyes are useless. Under the suppression of the Tower of Swordsmanship, Xie Ming's Forbidden Demon Eye had no effect. With the naked eye, it is no longer possible to catch the opponent's attack.

So, what do they rely on to capture?

The sound of the knife breaking through the air, the change of the air flow, the rich combat experience, and the early warning given by the mind.

The sweat just came out, and it was vaporized by the body temperature of the two of them. The clothes on the two of them were steamed dry again at the same time they were soaked in sweat.

Change moves, dismantle moves, attack, block.

The two figures staggered continuously in the hall, and then collided again. Even if they know that this continues, the two sides will only end up with exhaustion at the same time, and the winner must be decided quickly. But both of them wanted to delay this time as much as possible.

It only needs to retain the physical strength that can use the killer blow.

This is a decision reached by both parties unanimously. This is the respect of the two swordsmen who are fighting vigorously to the swordsman who is fighting with them. The same is true, I don't want to end like this.

But what should end will still end. Such a fierce battle, the consumption of physical strength is undoubtedly huge.

The rapid consumption of physical strength quickly reached that point.

The point where the winner should be decided.

"when!!"

In the last confrontation, Xie Ming and Souji Okita drew a distance. It happened to be the distance kept just before the battle.

Five steps, about three to four meters.

This distance, whether it is Chief Secretary Okita or Xie Ming, is the best distance to use one's own kill.

"Haha, haha, haha..."

"call......"

On the one hand, he is constantly adjusting his breathing rhythm. On the other side, he exhaled a long breath. Where the two were standing, in just a few seconds after they stopped, there was already a small pool of water.

It was sweat dripping from the face and from the arms.

The two opened their eyes and looked at each other again. The pupils are full of sympathy.

"Yeah~ Mr. Xie Ming is really amazing..."

Mr. Okita maintained a calm and blue-eyed posture, with a happy smile on his face: "Really, I don’t want to be three days away, please look at me with admiration!"

"thanks."

Xie Ming also chuckled, "I have to sigh. I am indeed a genius swordsman in the shogunate."

"So, is there any way for Mr. Xie Ming to take the last blow of Ms. Okita?"

"I don't know. But I have to try it, right?"

"Really? So it is."

The expression slowly calmed down, and both sides had adjusted their state. Xie Ming put the knife in the scabbard, while Okita General Secretary squatted down slightly, a sharp light appeared in his pupils.

There was no prior explanation, nor did he say his moves. Chief Secretary Okita's petite body came within half a meter of Xie Ming in the blink of an eye. The knife pierced through the air.

Even if it hadn't hit, Xie Ming's heart was already tingling.

Ignorance three-stage sudden!

Absolutely impossible to defend, things are like a magical skill that collapses.

This trick has been simulated countless times in Xie Ming's mind. Blocking, cutting, stabbing, hitting, hammering...no matter what method is used, there is only one ending.

Together with the knife, they were all destroyed.

There are only two ways to fight this fierce thrust.

Using the same skill as Okita Soji's ignorant three-step sudden, but this is impossible. Because in this world, there is only one Okita General Secretary. Only the spurs made from the hands of the Chief Secretary Okita are called ignorant triads.

The other is dodge. But at the speed of Soji Okita, it is completely impossible to pass by completely.

Unless Xie Ming's mind-eye (true) and mind-eye (pseudo) can be combined to make a breakthrough. Only by observing the attack position of Sochi Okita in advance, can he completely dodge the past.

So, how to win?

There is only one answer.

"The Earthly Sword Art, Ye Luo."

A knife beyond imagination, like a weightless knife, a gentle knife, quietly popped out of the scabbard.

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