Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

"Come on, it's time to verify the results of this weapon!"

Emiya Shirou commanded Miyamoto Musashi without any burden.

It's not about anything else, the main thing is that he can completely tell the truth. Even if Miyamoto Musashi really doesn't win, it will not affect Emiya Shirou at all.

"Grandpa Muramasa, you really command me with peace of mind!"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Shirou Emiya who didn't even want to move and complained loudly, "It's disgusting, it's very disgusting."

If she hadn't been able to kill him by herself, she would have wanted Shirou Emiya to have a taste of what it means to be the best in the world.

"Ta——! Ta——! Ta——!"

Not long after, heavy footsteps stepped on the ground and arrived in front of Emiya Shirou and Miyamoto Musashi.

Black Death Mou stared at Shirou Emiya who was standing behind Miyamoto Musashi, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Is it really you?"

The sound spread clearly with the wind.

Emiya Shirou didn't answer, he just looked at Heishimou quietly. He never thought that it was Heishimou who came over.

After all, he just let the lower string go back to report the news, and he really didn't know which upper string was coming.

It can only be said to be a coincidence.

A sense of oppression, like invisible gravity, gradually rippled from Hei Shimo's body.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing in front of Shirou Emiya, also felt the strong smell of blood and the heavy murderous intent on Black Death Mou's body.

"If you want to challenge Grandpa Muramasa, you must defeat me first!"

As soon as he finished saying this, Miyamoto Musashi's face was filled with blush. Why did he sound like a little brother who was just a walk-on?

As for my tall and stalwart title, at this time I should directly report my second-rate title, Miyamoto Musashi.

How come you want to challenge Emiya Shirou and defeat me first?

Not to mention others, Miyamoto Musashi suffered from embarrassment himself.

This must be Shirou Emiya's doing.

Everything was Shirou Emiya's fault.

If it weren't for him, my heart would be as still as water.

However, just when Miyamoto Musashi was about to speak again.

"Then I'll cut you into pieces first?"

Hei Shimo made a very indifferent sound, and he slowly took out the warrior sword with eyeballs on the handle and blade.

At this moment, the feeling of oppression on his body skyrocketed.

"Tsk——!"

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi also cast his awe-inspiring gaze on Black Death Mou.

She knew in her heart that if she didn't deal with this battle seriously, she would be the only one who died.

"call--!"

In the originally peaceful night, for some reason, an extremely noisy wind blew up from the distance, sweeping across this peaceful land and suppressing the weeds trying to stand tall on the ground.

Miyamoto Musashi and Heishimou just looked at each other from a distance, and their eyes met in mid-air.

There were varying degrees of fear in the eyes of both parties.

Both of them are swordsmen, so they can easily tell that neither side is easy to take down.

This battle must be a battle between dragons and tigers, and it must also be a duel of life and death.

As for the fear between the two parties, Miyamoto Musashi is naturally more fearful. Black Death Mou has broken through the boundaries of ghosts a few months ago. His neck is no longer his weak point. Even if he is beheaded, it will regenerate.

Immediately, the one who broke the rigidity that had been maintained and launched the attack was not Heishimou, but Miyamoto Musashi.

"drink--!"

Along with the astonishing roar, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes suddenly became sharp. A swordsman must have the will to move forward!

"Take the move!!"

She suddenly stepped on the ground, and her whole body turned into a whirlwind, suddenly rushing towards Hei Simo.

"Haha——! I really can't hold my breath, I'm just a little girl! But my courage is commendable!"

Facing Miyamoto Musashi's explosive momentum, Hei Shimo just chuckled. Under the illumination of the moonlight, extremely regular breathing began to flow out of the corner of his mouth. Then, without any retreat, his figure turned into a black line. Ying greeted him.

After all, even though he knew that he was facing Shang Xianyi's evil ghost, he still rushed forward without hesitation or fear.

He couldn't help but praise her. If it weren't for the person standing behind her was Emiya Shirou, who had a deep hatred for him, he would have wanted to turn her into a ghost.

It's just that he didn't know that Miyamoto Musashi didn't know anything about Shanggenichi, and she had only lived in this world for less than a day.

It should be said that within a few hours, she soon spent her first unpleasant night in this world.

"Zheng——!"

Golden arcs shine on the sharp katana blade.

"laugh--!"

A faint sound broke through the air.

The two figures mixed with the strong wind collided together in the blink of an eye and met suddenly.

"Breath of the Moon, Type One, Dark Moon, Palace of Night!"

"Qiang——!"

In the crisp clashing sound, the strange red katana cut through the atmosphere, turned into scarlet moonlight, and collided heavily with the katana shining with dazzling golden light.

It was accompanied by sparks that suddenly exploded like fireworks.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi and Hei Shimu both took a small step back, but immediately stabilized their figures, tightened their feet, and rushed forward again.

And only Hei Shimo himself noticed that during the exchange just now, the saber in his hand cried out and shattered.

That weapon is too sharp.

"Breath of the Moon, Type II·Zhuhua Nongyue"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Amidst the sound of breaking wind, the Void Crying God in Black Death Mou's hand turned into a continuous sword light, like a series of meteors, forming a sword curtain like a violent storm, shrouding in the direction of Miyamoto Musashi.

That's amazing craftsmanship.

Countless small, irregular moon-shaped sharp blades turned into wind and waves, attacking the enemy in front of them in an airtight manner.

Looking at the sword screen that came like a violent storm, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes flashed slightly, and his entire body was immersed in the two katana swords in his hands, one long and one short.

There was no fear in his eyes, nor was there any extreme murderous intention towards the person in front of him, only the endless calm.

This is the heart of the sword that belongs to her - Bitan Shen Baojing.

This is the way of emptiness that belongs exclusively to her.

The emptiness of swordsmanship is a state of mind that is free and clear; when facing an enemy, it is not obscured by the environment, the opponent's actions, one's own feelings, or one's own thinking. Being able to face everything as it is.

"choke--!"

Chapter 844 Muramasa, you play me!

The chilling atmosphere continued to spread under the scarlet moonlight.

The strong wind kept blowing from the sky, blowing across the lawn where the two sides were fighting, causing the flowers, plants and trees to sway.

"The Breath of the Moon, Shisi's Type·Ferocious Change·The Sky is Full of New Moon"

It was overlapping swirling slashes.

They were like tides rising from the bottom of the sea, continuously attacking Miyamoto Musashi like a violent storm.

"Puff——! Puff——! Puff——!"

Several sounds of skin being torn apart could be heard under the silent night sky.

"choke--!"

The next second, the two swords in Miyamoto Musashi's hands also turned into flashes of light, like moonlight, and with a pleasant sword chant, they swung towards the sword shadow.

"clang--!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing like a bell turned into waves of sound, echoing in all directions.

Having devoted all his heart and soul to the way of the sword, even if he had been injured by the opponent's sword, Miyamoto Musashi only discovered the gap in it in an instant.

The double blades in her hands turned into the most violent way and swung the sword light towards the sword screen, defeating the sword like a storm with one blow, arousing strong energy.

"hateful--!!"

Hei Shimo's eyes were dark, and a trace of panic finally appeared on his calm face, but his gaze became even more fierce.

Originally, he was at an absolute advantage and Miyamoto Musashi was at a disadvantage.

But after just a moment of fighting, the opponent's swordsmanship began to rise at an extremely terrifying speed. The swordsmanship that he had practiced for hundreds of years fell into a disadvantage in just an instant.

He had only seen this level of swordsmanship talent in one person.

"I see your weakness!"

"The breath of the moon, the shape of the land, the lonely moon in the night, endless!!!"

Immediately afterwards, countless extremely terrifying vertical arc slashes were released from Black Death Mou's hands, once again forming a dazzling sword curtain, shrouding Miyamoto Musashi.

Moreover, the speed is even more amazing.

Miyamoto Musashi's swords are more about seeking the truth than pure skills.

Even if she encounters a desperate situation, her heart will not be shaken in any way, so even if Black Death Mo can see Miyamoto Musashi's weakness, it will only be a fleeting opportunity.

On the contrary, because after he turned into a ghost, he did anything for power, and his swordsmanship did not grow to this level steadily. After many battles, his mentality was far less calm than Miyamoto Musashi.

[In the art of war, pursuing the enemy directly and effectively and throwing the enemy into chaos is the only way to win]

Miyamoto Musashi was good at seizing the psychological weaknesses of his opponents. He was able to look far and see clearly the enemy, ourselves, and all things. He used all available favorable conditions to target the enemy's weaknesses and win with one blow.

"You are really weak, you devil!"

Saying this, Miyamoto Musashi took steps, and the blade in his hand became sharper and sharper, as if he didn't care about his injuries at all.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The astonishing sound of swords clashing resounded.

With the sparks constantly bursting out, the confrontation between the sword blades seemed to be flashing wildly, causing a flash of swords and shadows.

Countless blood splashed wantonly in the air.

"Wound! The wound has not recovered!"

At that moment, at some unknown moment, Miyamoto Musashi had broken through his defense and stabbed him in the chest.

Blood continued to flow out of it, but there was no stagnant movement from the wound. Severe pain came from above.

At this moment, Hei Shimo felt the rich aura of the sun on the golden samurai sword in Miyamoto Musashi's hand.

"How could I lose! There's no way I could lose!"

"From four hundred years on, even if I turn into an ugly ghost, I will embark on this path of victory and invincibility!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

Roaring sounds like wild beasts kept roaring out of his mouth.

His body instantly grew a blade like a saber.

The next moment, Hei Shimou seemed to have turned himself into a blade, and suddenly swung extremely terrifying slashes towards the surroundings.

"!"

Miyamoto Musashi's pupils shrank severely. After all, he had too little experience in fighting ghosts, so he didn't think of this at all. It was already too late to hold the knife in front of him.

"Pfft!"