Inherit Ryuma Swordsmanship at the Start

"His last name is Shimotsuki!"

"Is that the adult's child?"

"No, he shouldn't be Yasuie-sama's child. I seem to have heard of a young warrior from Shimotsuki's family in the Linghou area. His strength is amazing!"

Below the arena, the crowd suddenly discussed, everyone looking at Jiāng Liú's expression has a special meaning.

Shimotsuki in Wanokuni has absolutely different meanings. Just like the surname Kozuki, they all have an absolutely admirable background.

He is the descendant of generals, daimyos, and nobles, with a family background that is beyond ordinary people. But at the same time, it will not be offensive.

Because successive generals and daimyo treated civilians with kindness and affinity.

"This is the surname of the samurai, and I also think my name is very good."

Jiāng Liú smiled slightly.

The referee stood on one side and looked at the two of them, especially after taking Jiāng Liú a deep glance, before he waved his hand: "Then you two, are you ready?"

"The duel begins!"

At the moment, the two people standing face to face in the arena are all focused.

Yakuro's keen intuition can feel that the young man in front of him carries a faint pressure on his body, and his aura is very strong.

"Superb swordsmanship, could it not have been tempered and experienced in countless battles."

"Strong strength can also be obtained only after a hundred battles."

Thinking of these two sentences faintly in his heart, Jiāng Liú clenched the long knife in his right hand slightly, and a sharp flash in his eyes.

"Let's start here!"

In the next second, his feet slammed on the ground, the cyclone burst instantly, and the figure disappeared immediately.

"So fast!"

Yakuro's pupils contracted, and the long sword immediately stood in front of him.

"when!"

In an instant, a huge force oscillated from the front of his blade, and the terrifying force broke out again after a pause, causing his figure to slide backwards dragging the surface of the arena.

"Chichichichi!"

An obvious trace emerged, and Yakuro gritted his teeth to stabilize himself until the edge of the arena.

"Such a terrifying power!"

Yakuro was shocked.

The onlookers were all quiet at this time, and some people covered their mouths in surprise.

"Can suppress Yakuro's power."

"Just one arm!"

"The Jiāng Liú from Shimotsuki's family is very strong!"

In the audience, there are naturally many people who know the goods, who can see the power displayed in this simple confrontation.

The long knife in Jiāng Liú's hand moved slightly, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"While inheriting swordsmanship, has Ryuma inherited a bit of physical fitness at the same time?"

"Strengthening technique, instinctive reaction, and the posture of the knife."

"interesting!"

"So, how strong am I now?"

Taking a step forward, Jiāng Liú faced Mikuro, leaning forward slightly.

"Please be more serious."

The faint words made Mikuro grin, his face turned a little bit ferocious.

He took the long knife and his eyes were sharp.

Then, both feet started to run, rushing towards Jiāng Liú.

In an instant, the two knives began to collide again.

"when!"

The immense power shocked Mikuro's heart. The sword he pressed down was unified with his arms and body, but under the opponent's strength, he was lifted up with a single sword and moved three inches from the ground.

"what!"

Roaring anger, Yakuro burst out with all his strength, and his feet returned to the ground again.

Immediately afterwards, there was a mysterious breath on the blade, and the long knife seemed to be hard and sharper at this moment.

"call out!"

The blade drew out and went straight to Jiāng Liú's chest.

He took a step back and pointed out the tip of Qiu Ling's sword in his hand, hitting the opponent's blade.

"when!"

The blade enveloping the inexplicable aura buzzed and trembled, and this shock force almost made Yakuro loose the knife in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Jiāng Liú stooped and stepped forward with a knife.

Yakuro raised his head, his robe was cut with a long mark by the wind of the sword, he stepped back, avoiding the blow, and began to breathe.

quick! allow! ruthless!

The boy in front of him was under too much pressure during the confrontation. He really couldn't think of how such a terrifying power could be contained in that small body.

"monster!"

Two words popped out of his mind, making Yakuro very solemn at this moment.

Afterwards, he leaned slightly, with a long knife horizontally in front of him, in a strange posture.

"Sword move?"

Jiāng Liú smiled slightly.

After a simple test, he has come to the conclusion that his current realm of swordsmanship and physical strength have surpassed the original.

Ryuma's inheritance has given him a qualitative change.

With the battle, this power will continue to increase, until in the end, it reaches the same level as Ryuma's strength before his death.

The power of one person, protect the country!

He retracted the long knife and slowly put it into its sheath, then leaned forward, putting his right hand on the handle of the knife, and his complexion became serious.

"Then Yakuro, the next cut."

"Decisive!"

Yakuro's pupils contracted, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

He vaguely felt that behind the other party, as if roaring and hovering, rushed out a ferocious flying dragon, flaring its teeth and claws at him.

"Roar!"

Yakuro roared and rushed forward.

The long knife drew a cold light, like an evil ghost coming, neighing and snatching food.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jiāng Liú.

At this moment, Jiāng Liú, who was holding the scabbard in his right hand, stared suddenly.

The long sword came out of its sheath, and the light shone like a flying dragon in the sky. The mighty majesty and the mighty energy burst out at this moment and burst out.

Cut with a knife!

"when!"

The sound of Jin Tiezhi came out, and Yakuro's figure was stiff, and the long knife in his hand was shattered.

"call!"

A violent wind flew towards the front of Jiāng Liú, causing the audience to scream constantly.

"You lost!"

A faint voice came.

Yakuro's hand holding the sword was trembling, and he fell to the ground with a thump, blood flowing from under him. .

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