The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

"I think there's no need to fight anymore." Zhou Ming put away the knife and said calmly.

He had no intention of killing Oishi Chong now.

Oishi Chong had hatred for him in his heart, and hatred was the fuel that allowed people to quickly improve their strength.

Oishi Chong is young and talented. The enemy who killed his father is standing in front of him but he cannot take revenge. Such pain will continue to whip his heart, driving him to reborn and become stronger in the shortest possible time.

This is exactly what Zhou Ming needs. He needs an opponent who is strong enough to match him and improve his sword skills in a hearty battle.

Dashi Chong is like an unripe fruit. Zhou Ming is looking forward to the moment it matures and picks it himself.

For this reason, Zhou Ming didn't mind waiting patiently.

"Go back and improve your strength. You are still too weak now."

Zhou Ming pointed at Da Shi Chong's chest. The clothes there were cut open by the blade, and a shallow blood mark appeared on his chest.

With that knife, if Zhou Ming used just one more force, Dashi Chong would be disembowelled.

Dashi Chong's face was very ugly, because he could not leave even a trace of injury on Zhou Ming's body, which showed that even if the power of weapons was put aside, he was still no match for Zhou Ming.

"Find another good knife. Next time, if your strength improves to my satisfaction, I can change my knife to fight you."

Zhou Ming waved the Edelman alloy knife without any chip, still clear and cold, and chuckled.

Without saying a word, Dashi Chong sheathed his sword, turned around and walked back to the carriage.

Zhou Ming also returned to the carriage and said calmly: "Let's go."

This time the carriages of both sides moved together to avoid each other. The two carriages passed by each other without anyone speaking.

It wasn't until Tokugawa Zoro's carriage was far away that Oda Heizo couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Zhou, which master made that sword of yours?"

"Onikiri Yasutsuna is the work of the famous swordsmith Odawara, a famous sword that has been passed down all over the world! It was damaged by your sword like this. If this news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar!"

"Don't get excited." Zhou Ming looked at the knife in his hand, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If you have the energy to pay attention to this knife, why not think about my duel with Heikawa Taisho tomorrow."

"Ah!" Oda Heizo slapped his head in annoyance and wailed: "Why would something like this happen to me!"

Zhou Ming ignored Oda Heizang's wailing and successfully diverted his attention. Why did he talk about so much else?

Time is like the balance in a card, it disappears without knowing when.

In the blink of an eye, the day passes, the moon sets and the sun rises, and a new day begins.

Zhou Ming sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and watched the fish swimming around in the pond. In his mind, there were figures one after another, constantly performing various knife styles.

It was the martial arts experience that Zhou Ming learned from the warriors he defeated, and it contained the essence of swordsmanship, martial arts and even martial arts philosophy of various schools.

None of them are complete, presenting a very chaotic and mixed state of fragments, without a system.

What Zhou Ming has to do is to sort out these fragments. What he wants is not the swordsmanship of a certain school, but to use these colorful fragments as soil, absorb their nutrients, and carve out his own path.

For Zhou Ming, this is not a difficult task.

Once he has reached a higher level, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort. As long as he wants to, he can create a series of consecutive sword techniques, but the level is not high. It all depends on Zhou Ming's own requirements.

At this time, Matsui Xiexin walked in.

"Sir, Mr. Hirakawa is here." Matsui Xiexin bowed.

Zhou Ming moved his eyes away from the fish in the pond and looked at the courtyard door, where he saw Hirakawa Taisho standing there with a straight face.

"Let him come over." Zhou Ming smiled and patted the bamboo knife next to him. "If you want to watch, you can stay."

Matsui Xiexin was overjoyed, bowed even more vigorously, and said loudly: "Thank you, sir!"

When he saw Zhou Ming using a bamboo knife, he knew that Zhou Ming had no intention of killing people today, so Oda Heizo, who had been worried about killing people, could feel at ease.

And for him, as a warrior, it was naturally a great honor for him to see two powerful warriors fighting.

Matsui Yoshinobu stood up, walked out quickly, first invited Hirakawa Taisho to come in, and then quickly passed the news to Oda Hirzo.

Seeing Oda Heizo let out a long sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face again, Matsui Yoshinobu no longer cared about staying with Oda Heizo and hurried back to the courtyard to watch the fight.

"What are you doing! Are you the only one who wants to see it and I don't want to see it!"

Oda Heizo scolded, and did not bother to continue to reprimand Matsui Yoshinobu, and walked towards the courtyard.

As soon as they walked in, they saw Zhou Ming and Hirakawa Taisho confronting each other with bamboo swords in hand.

The atmosphere between the two was so solemn, as if the air was frozen, making the two people watching the battle involuntarily hold their breath.

"drink!"

Finally, Taisho Hirakawa took the lead to break the silence and raised his sword to strike Zhou Ming on the head. His momentum was fierce and he moved forward indomitably, as if he wanted to spread out everything in front of him, and no one could stop him.

This is exactly the way of Hirakawa Dazheng's swordsmanship. He strikes first, and his rising momentum is accompanied by the fierce long sword. If the opponent is afraid and wants to avoid the sharpness of this sword, he will be passive step by step, and then he will be defeated in the fierce attack of Hirakawa Dazheng, who is like a surging tide and one sword is stronger than the other.

If he blocks it, Hirakawa Dazheng's powerful strength will be put to good use. He is tall and a royal guard. His physique is far superior to that of ordinary people. He is confident that he will not be at a disadvantage in a head-on fight with anyone.

Then, he knows what it means that there are people beyond people and mountains beyond mountains, and what it means that mountains cannot be shaken.

Facing Hirakawa Dazheng's sword that was chopped down from a distance, Zhou Ming only raised his bamboo sword with one arm, just in time to block the falling long sword.

The huge force of Hirakawa Dazheng fell on Zhou Ming's bamboo sword, just like a mud cow into the sea, without causing any waves.

Zhou Ming's raised right arm was like finely carved iron, motionless, and he could even smile at him very easily.

Then, a huge force burst out from Zhou Ming, and he slowly raised his horizontal sword, taking the initiative and pressing towards Pingchuan Dazheng little by little.

"How... is it possible..."

Pingchuan Dazheng was shocked. He wanted to raise his other hand to hold the handle of the sword to fight Zhou Ming, but he was unwilling to move because of his dissatisfaction.

However, as the power transmitted from Zhou Ming continued to increase, it soon reached the point where Pingchuan Dazheng could no longer bear it with only one arm.

"Ah!"

Pingchuan Dazheng shouted, holding the sword with both hands, and suddenly burst out, pushing back the bamboo sword that Zhou Ming was gradually pressing down, swinging the sword and slashing, launching a fierce counterattack against Zhou Ming.

Fast! Accurate! ruthless!

Pingchuan Dazheng's swordsmanship realm is still above Dashi Chong.

If he hadn't wanted to overwhelm people with force at the beginning, he wouldn't have fallen into a disadvantage right at the beginning, and had to choose to consume physical strength to get rid of the passive situation.

Now Hirakawa Daisho, who had turned the disadvantage around in one fell swoop, fully demonstrated his sword skills that had been honed through years of fighting.