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"Heidao Qiushui, you can't take it away.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru, who reacted from the shock, stopped Ron who was about to leave.

"You think, you can stop me?"

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

He is not interested in killing the weak, but that doesn't mean he won't kill people.

If you push your nose on your face, you will die.

"I can't stop you, but, I can't let you take the knife away!"

Shimotsuki Ushimaru swallowed a mouthful of spit, resisting the fear in his heart and standing in front of Ron.

"This is Wanokuni's national treasure, and only the strongest swordsmen in Wanokuni are eligible to hold this sword.

"Interesting, does that mean that if I can become the strongest swordsman in Wanokuni, this sword will belong to me?"

Ron asked back with interest.

Shimotsuki Ushimaru was slightly taken aback, he didn't know what to say.

After all, it's true in theory.

Why Qiushui was buried next to Ryoma, in the final analysis, is because of Ryoma's supremacy in Wanokuni.

Most of the samurai at Wanokuni felt in their minds that no one other than Ryoma was worthy to wear this sword.

If anyone holds this knife, it is bound to be challenged by the samurai of the whole Wanokuni.

Even Wanokuni's most powerful swordsman can't say that he can survive the challenges again and again.

After all, fighting between warriors is always a fight to the death.

Therefore, this precious and rare big sharp knife was placed in the coffin because no one dared to use it.

"Then go and tell the whole Wanokuni about this, I took Qiushui away, and let all those who want to challenge me, come to me."

"Within three months, if no one can take this sword away from me, I will take the title of Wanokuni's number one swordsman.

Ron casually pinned the autumn water on his waist, and said lightly.

Is this guy planning to court death?

Shimotsuki Ushimaru's face was full of disbelief. There are so many powerful samurai in Wanokuni. This guy actually wants to challenge the entire samurai of Wanokuni.

Become the strongest swordsman in Wanokuni.

This title, since Ryoma's death, has been vacant for hundreds of years.

"You won't run away, will you?"

Shimotsuki Ushimaru had a suspicious look on his face.

"The next stop, I'm going to the Capital of Flowers, and let everyone who wants to challenge me wait for me on this road."

Ron said flatly.

Now that you have come to Wanokuni, the country of warriors.

As a swordsman, I don't know the strength of Wanokuni swordsman.

His title of the world's number one swordsman is not convincing.

Ron slowly left the northern cemetery.

The northern cemetery is located on the border, in the north of the capital of flowers, so it is called the northern cemetery.

All the way south from here is the flower capital of Wanokuni.

Now that I know my current location, it will be easy to find the capital of flowers next.

However, this road should not be too smooth.

He took the black knife Qiushui, and all the sword masters in Wanokuni will come to challenge to take Qiushui away.

He won't be in too little trouble before he crushes the entire Wanokuni Kendo powerhouse.

But that's what makes it challenging isn't it.

There was a slight red light in his eyes, and Ron had gradually begun to get excited.

All the way to the south, the barren land gradually became more fertile. Near night, a dilapidated temple appeared before Ron's eyes.

"Just stay here for one night."

Although Blood Incarnation doesn't need to rest, but it doesn't feel very good to drive in the middle of the night.

The night passed by in a hurry, accompanied by the hazy mist in the morning, a burst of footsteps approached the temple.

"It was you who destroyed the tomb of the sword hero Ryoma and stole the national treasure Qiushui."

A group of three samurai wearing kimono and wearing Tsukiyo's head walked into the dilapidated temple and looked at Ron sharply.

"Hand over the sword, commit suicide and apologize, and die here like a real warrior.

The leading samurai is tall and strong, with two long knives pinned to his waist.

Found it so quickly?

Ron tilted his head, looked at the three warriors, and didn't even think about using a knife.

It's too weak, so weak that he can't even arouse the interest in killing people.

"While I'm in a good mood now, get out."

Ron lowered his head and said lightly.

"You bastard, how dare you underestimate our Three Heroes!"

Looking at the contemptuous eyes, the three people who were completely enraged drew their swords and rushed over.

Click!

The black knife was slowly unsheathed half an inch, and Ron's figure flashed, appearing at the gate of the temple.

With his back to the three samurai.

"Black Knife! Broken Moon~"!"

In the dim temple, a waning moon flashed, illuminating the broken statues in the entire temple.

The three warriors fell to the ground with a common sound.

On everyone's chest, there is a wound that goes deep into the ribs.

Although injured, but not dead.

"I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to kill people, so you can save your life.

Ron walked out of the temple slowly with his autumn water in his arms, looking up at the sky.

Overcast clouds covered the top, and there was not a ray of sunshine within a radius of tens of miles.

call!

A gust of wind blew through, blowing the messy hair, Ron slowly stretched out his hand, catching a drop of rainwater that fell.

It was dark and the wind was high.

"Today is a fine weather, suitable for killing."

Killing always requires blood, and a downpour can wash away the filth.

It also saves trouble.

Ron walked slowly towards the country of flowers.

With the pouring rain falling, we came to a huge canyon.

On both sides of the canyon are towering mountains, which are as smooth as polished mirrors after countless days and nights of wind and rain.

If you want to reach the country of flowers, this is the place you must pass through.

Dozens of figures dressed as warriors, sitting or standing, have already blocked the entire canyon.

The torrential downpour soaked my clothes.

boom!

Accompanied by a roar of thunder, the sky suddenly brightened, and then dimmed.

In the canyon, dozens of long-awaited warriors rushed forward one after another.

Between samurai, usually alone.

However, in the face of this despicable villain who digs graves and steals the national treasure Qiushui.

Naturally, it cannot be treated according to the rules among warriors.

Ron strolled forward leisurely, slashing casually with the black knife in his hand.

Swish Swish Swish!

The criss-crossing slashes swept out overwhelmingly.

Dozens of samurai, even Kakuzu, who didn't even touch Ron's clothes, were cut off with their sabers and fell to the ground.

The blood stained the ground red, and was washed away by the heavy rain.

"Wanokuni's generation of samurai, is this the level?"

Ron's tone was light, he couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or disdain.

"You bastard, don't underestimate us!"

boom!

Thunder roared, and a tall figure descended from the sky, wearing traditional Japanese kimono and ronin attire.

A wine gourd is wrapped around his waist, and the word Tian is engraved on the gourd.

"Let me Ashura boy meet you! See if you are qualified to be the master of Qiushui!"

Ashura boy?

Isn't this guy one of Kozuki Oden's Red Sheath Nine?

If you don't stay in Jiuli well, you will run behind the bell anyway.

"It seems that the people of Wanokuni really regard Qiushui as very important.

Is he stabbing a hornet's nest?

Ron looked at the boy Ashura who was slashing with a knife. The power of this knife had already approached the quasi-Admiral level.

This guy's strength is also ranked at the top among the Red Sheath Nine Heroes.

Before being conquered by Moonlight Oden, he was known as the most dangerous man in Jiuli.

However, with this level of strength, I am afraid that he is still a bit short of fighting him.

"Thunder Dao Knife! Thunderstorm!"

boom!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, appearing in front of Ron as if being pulled.

The power of a knife, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, turned into a thunderstorm raging wildly.

The boy Ashura was directly slashed by terror, and flew several thousand meters away.

"How could it be so strong!"

In the ruins, the numb Ashura boy shrank his pupils and looked at Ron in disbelief.

Even the former Oden did not have such a powerful swordsmanship.

With just one blow, he was defeated.

With that knife just now, he felt like he was fighting a monster.

"Don't get too discouraged."

"Compared to these wastes, you are the only one who barely made it to the stage."

Ron rested his left hand on the collar of the kimono, and kept a nonchalant attitude from the beginning to the end.

"If you practice hard for a few more years, you can almost catch a blow from my heyday.

With the strength of his body.

Being able to catch a single knife and survive basically represents the combat power of entering the Admiral-level threshold.

"This isn't your prime yet!"

The Ashura boy got up, with a face full of disbelief, the knife almost killed him just now, and this guy was not in his heyday?

How strong should he be at his peak?

Even if the sword lord and dragon horse are resurrected, can they have this level of strength?

Most likely, no.

Although Ryoma was powerful at its peak, it was at least within the understanding of swordsmen.

And this guy's strength has almost reached the level of a monster.

"The gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between species."

Ron looked at the boy Ashura with regretful eyes.

If he was the main body now, with Hongqi on his body, this guy would definitely have to die here today.

"Try to catch up with me!"

Stepping on the bodies of samurai one by one, Ron crossed the long road.

Time flies, it is already a month later.

At the beginning, countless warriors came to challenge him every day, trying to take Qiushui back from him.

But since he killed several well-known sword masters in Wanokuni in a row, the number of swordsmen who dared to challenge him decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, there was not one person who dared to challenge for a day.

I don't know when, everyone has tacitly called him a vampire!

Because when he was killing, he was like a devil walking out of hell, and the rivers flowed where he passed.

But there are also some Wanokuni warriors who admire the strong, calling him the number one swordsman of Wanokuni!

Although the controversy is very high, most people are just entangled. A person who has smashed the grave of his ancestors is not qualified to win this rare honor in a century.

But it is rare for someone to refute his strength.

After all, he was able to hold Qiushui, defeated countless challengers, and arrived in the capital of flowers safe and sound.

This strength has been recognized by all Wanokuni warriors.

No matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, no one will question his swordsmanship.

It has reached the level of Ryoma, and even surpassed the realm of Ryoma.

"The Capital of Flowers is finally here."

Ron stood in front of the prosperous city with a look of emotion on his face.

Wanokuni, it's better than him

Much bigger than imagined.

"Vampire! It's a vampire!"

"It is said that this is a powerful warrior who beheaded several swordsmen and killed thousands of warriors, and is called a human behead!"

"A top swordsman comparable to the legendary Ryoma."

"The knife on his waist should be Wanokuni's national treasure, Qiushui, the famous knife of the 21st Master of the Great Kuaisao!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Ron had a strange expression on his face.

When did he become so famous that even these civilians knew him?

"..." Lord Feicun Kenshin, please accept me as your apprentice! Let me inherit your master's swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the corner, knelt down in front of Ron, and shouted sincerely.

what the hell

Looking at this sincerely dressed figure dressed as a samurai, Ron twitched his lips.

The samurai of Wanokuni, hearing his name is like a mouse meeting a cat, and would like to hide away.

There are still people who dare to ask him to be a teacher?

However, this gave him a reminder.

There are a lot of samurai in Wanokuni, if you can recruit apprentices here and cultivate talents.

In the future, it will all be leeks in his hands.

Moreover, these warriors all have a deep foundation in swordsmanship. In other words, there are not a few warriors with the potential to be a swordsman.

As long as he teaches casually, there will be a group of powerful swordsmen in his hands.

However, even if he wanted to teach these guys kendo, what should he teach.

His swordsmanship is too complex and messy, and he can only teach a group of low-level swordsmen who are neither fish nor fowl.

It is also impossible to provide specialized guidance according to each person's personality and preferences.

After all, this is not a marine teaching camp, just a few swordsman students, just writing something casually is enough.

"Could it be possible for me to teach Feitian Yujian style?"

Ron looked helpless.

He is called Feicun Jianxin now, but he is not really Feicun Jianxin.

Unless he can simplify his kendo and create a genre suitable for any swordsman.

"It's possible, but it's too much trouble."

He is the person who is most afraid of trouble.

However, if you have the chance, you can try it.

"I don't plan to accept apprentices now, you can go."

Ron looked at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him with a sincere expression on his face, and flatly refused.

"Master, it doesn't matter if you don't accept me now, I will follow you until you accept me as an apprentice!"

This kid is so stubborn.

Ron looked helpless, but it looked like a material for sword practice.

"What's your name."

"Dracule. Mihawk!"

The boy who was half kneeling on the ground begging him to teach him the way of swordsmanship slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp and aggressive eyes like the eyes of an eagle (Li Haozhao).

Hawkeye?

Ron frowned, never expecting to meet the young Hawkeye here.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Hawkeye is not yet the world's number one swordsman in the future, and he is so weak that people are not interested in him now.

"Hawkeye turned out to be from Wanokuni?"

Ron clicked his tongue, which was a pleasant surprise.

"Then you can follow me from now on."

Ron immediately changed his mind. With Hawkeye's aptitude and his teaching, he would definitely become a Four Emperors-level fighter in time.

After all, Hawkeye at his peak would have been undefeated against Shanks, who was also the Four Emperors.

If coupled with his teachings, it may not be impossible to surpass the Four Emperors.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Mihawk's face was full of excitement. He dreamed of becoming the world's number one swordsman since he was a child.

But no one has ever taught him, so he can only ponder and practice swordsmanship by himself.

Ron was his first mentor.

"Follow me, don't think too easily."

Ron said lightly, he almost slashed the entire Wanokuni once, from the sword master down to the third-rate samurai, basically all were defeated by his sword.

To become his disciple is destined to be targeted by the entire Wanokuni samurai.

After all, you can't beat him, and you can't beat his disciples to vent their anger.

"Teacher, I'm not afraid!"

Hawkeye's eyes shone with a sharp color, and there was no timidity at all, but a feeling of eagerness to try.

"Those who can be defeated by the teacher, I also have the confidence to defeat them, and I will never lose the face of the teacher.

Ron's eyes were slightly surprised. After all, being hostile by the entire Wanokuni samurai, this kind of pressure would make even a real swordsman-level powerhouse shrink back and be timid.

Be able to ignore this pressure.

This kid was born to be a strong man.

"I have one more important thing to do, you, follow me.

"I don't have anything to teach you right now, I'll let you experience the strength of the strongest swordsman in the world today."

Ron said lightly, the arrogance and domineeringness revealed in the calm voice.

"Look well, study hard."