The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

"Oda-kun, why do you look so ugly when you see me?"

Tokugawa Saru had a faint smile on his face, his voice was calm, and his expression was relaxed, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, which was in sharp contrast to Oda Heizo who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

‘This fellow Tokugawa Zoro, wouldn’t he have heard our conversation just now? It shouldn't be possible at such a long distance, but I heard that Tokugawa Zoro had very good hearing...'

Oda Heizo thought in his mind, his expression a little panicked.

But he still said harshly: "This is how I do things. If you don't accept it, hit me!"

Tokugawa Saru laughed loudly: "Hahaha, cute, cute. Oda-kun, I suddenly feel that you are very beautiful, like a beauty, and like a beauty, you know how to be arrogant."

Proud?

Who are you insulting?

Oda Heizang's face turned dark, and he turned to Zhou Ming and said, "Give you a chance and kill him."

"Are you sure?" Zhou Ming's eyes were strange: "Can you handle it?"

"I, I, I can't hold it back." Oda Heizang looked dejected, "I'm sorry, I admit that my voice was a bit loud just now, don't take it seriously."

If Horikoshi Sou is killed, can Oda Heizo still be able to use his status as a daimyo to survive and kill another daimyo? Then Oda Heizo is waiting for the war to begin.

What's more, the big name is Tokugawa Zoro. Killing him is basically equivalent to committing suicide.

"It's boring." Zhou Ming looked bored, "Then let's go, don't waste time here."

"Let's go, let's go." Oda Heizang seemed to be granted amnesty and quickly urged Matsui Xiexin to drive away.

Matsui Xiexin looked at the carriage blocking the road in front of him with some embarrassment. After thinking about it, he decided to squeeze past.

Although the width there was certainly not wide enough for the carriage to pass, he took the initiative to lean to one side. The other party had to lean to the other side at least to give them enough space to pass. They would not be so shameless and stay still.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Matsui was driving the carriage to the side of the road, the young man in black on the carriage opposite spoke and drank Matsui's way.

His gaze was locked on Zhou Ming, his gaze as cold as a knife, and his whole body exuded bursts of undisguised evil aura.

"Are you Zhou Ming?" His voice was cold and cold, and he gritted his teeth, as if he had a deep hatred for Zhou Ming. "Remember my name, my name is Dashi Chong! Your life is mine, keep it until I come to take it. !”

"I am a fortune teller, who do you think you are?" Zhou Ming sneered and was about to retort when he suddenly thought of something.

"Your accent sounds familiar. It sounds like you're from Koriyama Castle. Your surname is Oishi. What does it have to do with Oishi Shen Fengliu?"

"Oishi Shingo, he is my father!" Oishi Chong said every word, filled with hatred, bone-chilling, and frightening.

"Oishi Shingo? Who is it?" Zhou Ming asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's the master of the Dashi Dojo!" Matsui Xiexin couldn't help but remind him cautiously, while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He destroyed someone else's dojo, but he couldn't even remember the name of the other person's dojo leader. This must make the other party mad to death.

"Oh, it's him!" Zhou Ming suddenly realized: "Remember, you are the genius of Dasheng Shen Fengliu? No wonder when I came to challenge, everyone killed everyone and didn't see you. It turns out that you had been there a long time ago I messed up somewhere else.”

"Bastard!" Dashi Chong was furious. He picked up the long knife at his waist and was about to step out of the carriage.

"Don't be impulsive!" Tokugawa Zoro stopped him with his hand, "Your grievances can be resolved at the Samurai Conference."

Dashi Chong's face struggled to change, and finally he sat back down again, staring at Zhou Ming hatefully and saying harsh words.

"Kill my biological father and destroy my great stone god Fengliu, Zhou Ming. I will settle this debt with you at the Warriors Conference!"

Zhou Ming sneered: "Revenge is still overnight, why are you such a younger brother?"

"Shut up, you bastard!"

The continuous stimulation made Oishi Chong unable to bear it anymore.

He rushed out of the carriage compartment with the knife in hand, drew the knife out of its sheath, and quickly approached Zhou Ming.

"Stop!" Tokugawa Zoro's expression changed at the back. He tried to stop him but was too late. Oishi Takashi was too fast. By the time he could react, the other party had already rushed out of the carriage.

"Zhou Jun!" Oda Heizang screamed in fear as he saw Oishi Chong charging towards him with great force.

"Don't scream!"

Zhou Ming frowned in disgust, activated his Ghost Shadow Gu, and rushed out of the carriage at an even more incredible speed.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, gold and iron clashed, and fierce sparks were produced.

Dashi Chong's forward momentum stopped, and the force transmitted from the opposite side was so fierce, like a crazy bison hitting him, making him take five steps back before he could barely withstand the surging force and stabilize his body.

"So fast, so fierce!"

Dashi Chong's heart sank, even if he was facing an enemy, he couldn't help but sigh like this.

And when his eyes fell on his knife, his expression became even more ugly.

"Good knife!"

His eyesight was very good, so he could clearly see that there was a small gap on the blade of his own knife, but the opponent's knife was unscathed.

What seems like a small gap is actually like a chasm.

Zhou Ming also looked at his knife and also praised it: "Your knife is not bad. This is the first time I have encountered a knife with only such a small chip when I cut it down."

"Onikiri Yasutsuna, a famous sword that has been passed down for two hundred years."

Dashi Chong slowly raised the long knife and stared at the gap above.

"This sword has killed countless warriors and fought against countless famous weapons, but it has never suffered the slightest damage. I didn't expect that today, I finally encountered a sword that could injure it."

Swish!

As the long sword swung, two rays of light suddenly shot out from Dashi Chong's eyes.

"Only blood can make up for this injury!"

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The fierce collision unfolded in an instant, countless sparks exploded, and the two figures moved and fought at a speed so fast that it was dazzling. In just a few breaths, they fought several times.

Whether it was Oda Heizo, Matsui Kyoshin, or even Tokugawa Sasaka on the opposite side, the people present did not react. Their eyes could not keep up with the fight between the two, and their brains could not keep up with the speed of the situation.

"Not bad, very strong, this Dashi Chong's swordsmanship is very strong!"

In the fast-fighting battle, Zhou Ming's eyes revealed a strong excitement, and his whole spirit became more and more high.

Dashi Chong lived up to his name of genius. His level of swordsmanship surpassed all the people Zhou Ming had fought since he entered this world.

In the entire Koriyama Castle, no one, whether it was Takeuchi Shun, Dashi Shingo, or Matsui Kyoshin, could last more than 30 moves under Dashi Chong.

Perhaps, this was also the reason why he left Koriyama Castle. There he had no opponents and his strength could not be improved. Naturally, he would leave to seek famous teachers and challenge stronger enemies.

Fortunately, Zhou Ming was no longer at the level when he first entered this world.

The swordsmanship that was upgraded to level 3 more than ten days ago was separated from the cold weapon level 2 to form a separate column of attributes. Although more than ten days have passed and it is still at level 3, Zhou Ming's understanding of swordsmanship is deepening every minute and every second.

In this battle, he did not use poisonous insects or firearms, but only used simple swordsmanship to compete with the opponent.

Zhou Ming had a feeling that if he wanted to break through to level 4 in his swordsmanship, he would need to completely abandon all other external things. Only by having a hearty battle like this could he grasp the mystery in the dark and break through.

"Unfortunately, not today."

Once again, the two sides retreated at the same time, and Zhou Ming's eyes flashed with disappointment.

The Onikiri Angang in Dashi Chong's hand was already full of cracks.

Rather than calling it a knife, it's better to say it's a crudely made saw, or perhaps it's more appropriate.

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