What should I do if I look too fierce?

There was no nonsense, and Aokiji didn't even give them a chance to say who it was. He lunged forward and unsheathed the reverse blade sword in his hand.

A knife, like a crescent moon in the dim night, hit a person's waist hard.

That's right, it's a smash--a reverse-blade knife, with the blade facing inward. When it hits the enemy, it's often a burst of pain that makes the enemy lose their fighting ability, but it doesn't kill them.

Aokiji frowned slightly. The robber who was hit staggered, but did not fall to the ground. He covered his waist and slashed diagonally again.

"Dang!" Aokiji had no choice but to block it with his knife, raised his foot, and kicked him in the face, causing him to feel dizzy and lying on the ground with a bleeding nose.

However, a dozen robbers carrying long knives had already rushed towards Aokiji.

Fortunately, Aokiji's flying sword style is very good at attacking many enemies with fewer people. He moves his body flexibly, taking advantage of the width of the field, running and fighting, and uses the fighting techniques he had practiced in the ordinary kendo training room. The method was used to its fullest, the robbers who ran fast were eliminated first, and the remaining robbers were cannibalized one by one.

By the time the robbers realized something was wrong, their numbers had been reduced by more than half.

"Stop chasing! That group of people is surrounding that house. There must be an important person inside. Force him to come over! If he doesn't come, we will kill all these people!" A man wearing a turban shouted, the robbers They stopped chasing Aokiji as if they were waking up from a dream, turned around with ferocious expressions and rushed towards the house surrounded by villagers.

The total number of villagers is only a dozen men, old and young. At this time, four or five have been hacked to death in the chaos, and only seven or eight men are left holding simple weapons. Although they are still blocked In front of the robbers, they were not allowed to go into the house, but obviously, their frightened expressions and trembling hands showed that they had no fighting ability at all.

"Seeking death!" Secretary Aoki was furious. He had never tried to rush into an enemy's siege, but this time, he had to give it a try.

Just look at him dashing towards the enemy with rapid strides, kicking the wooden basin that someone left behind with his right foot on the ground. The wooden basin smashed towards the enemy in front of Aokiji, and the three leading people were forced to take a step back by the wooden basin. , just as he knocked down the wooden basin, a cold light suddenly appeared from behind the wooden basin.

Aokiji didn't hold back, and he didn't even think about the agreement he had made with Himura Kenshin not to kill casually. At this time, he only thought that Murase Tamao must not be caught by this group of people, otherwise he would not survive.

He didn't want to bet on whether he would wake up if Murase Tamao died. What if she died and Aoki Tsukasa stayed in this world for the rest of his life? There are wars everywhere, and the body outside will turn into a vegetative existence. Aokiji doesn't want to fall into this situation.

As a result, even though this knife was struck with a reverse blade, it still dented the bridge of the nose of the first man who hit it. Blood spurted out wildly, and even one of his eyes was blown out. He lay wailing on the ground. On the ground, life and death are unknown.

The remaining two people were not much better. One was hit in the mouth, and the other was hit in the neck. The knife dodged, and the two fell to the ground covering their mouths and necks, unable to fight anymore.

"Surround him!" The man who just commanded spoke again, intending to surround Aokiji and hack him to death - no matter how hard you try, seven or eight knives will come at you at the same time, how can you hide?

Of course Aokiji knew that in any group battle, being surrounded would be full of dangers, but at this time he could only advance, not retreat.

His brain was running at a high speed, and everything he saw and thought was analyzed to his advantage or disadvantage. He began to predict the enemy's movements and react to them.

He suddenly bent down to avoid a samurai sword, and used a mixed martial arts method to throw the ronin in front of him to the ground. He stepped directly on his cheek with his right foot. The man only had time to let out a muffled groan before his body twitched. At every turn, Aokiji didn't even look. He slashed diagonally from the lower left to the upper right with the counter-blade sword in his hand. This sword not only stopped a katana, but also knocked the katana directly away.

"Be careful!" A villager exclaimed, and Aokiji discovered that one of the robbers had taken out a hidden weapon like a dart from his arms and was throwing it towards him.

Aokiji's eyes widened, and everything in front of him seemed to slow down a bit. He watched the man raise his hand and throw it, and he could clearly see the trajectory of the flying knife at this moment.

"Drink!" Aokiji shouted violently and slashed with the reverse-edged sword in his hand.

"Ping!" With a crisp sound, the flying knife flew out by him.

But this was just the beginning. Perhaps the man's actions reminded him of something. Except for the four ronin in front of Aokiji who were still attacking with swords, the rest actually began to take out hidden weapons from their clothes and rushed towards Aoki. Si shook it over.

Aokiji rolled around in some embarrassment. While avoiding the slashing attack, he also received a few flying knives. He made a leopard-like movement on the ground and jumped over the knife placed beside the house. A small table, a shoulder thrust, turned the wooden table upside down, grabbed the legs of the table, and rushed towards the robbers as if holding a shield.

"Ahhh!" Aokiji used all his strength. Even at this moment, he opened the God's Descendant. A steady stream of power quickly poured into his body. The shape of his muscles seemed to be thicker out of thin air. He pushed The wooden table rushed towards the robbers like a siege vehicle.

"Ah!" Finally, the wooden table hit the three robbers who were blocking the way. The huge force knocked them upside down and even knocked down two robbers. They rolled on the ground. group.

It was late and then it was fast. This series of actions seemed cumbersome, but in fact it happened in a few breaths. Not to mention the villagers, even the robbers did not expect that Aokiji would have such a reaction. At the same time as they dispersed, there were only two people standing on the field who had not yet fallen down.

Aokiji shouted loudly. In the state of being descended from the gods, many of his attributes had already skyrocketed by more than twenty points. This was almost an inhuman existence. He looked like a tiger among sheep, struggling to get up from the ground. Each one was rewarded with a knife in the face. The remaining two robbers wanted to retreat, but before they could run away, Aokiji chased them and chopped them down.

After turning off the God's Descendant in advance, a heavy feeling of powerlessness made the already extremely exhausted Aokiji gasp for air. The reverse-edged sword in his hand was three points heavier. He returned the sword to the scabbard and felt Somewhat top-heavy.

"You guys clean up and deal with these people yourself."

After Aokiji finished speaking, the villagers blocking the front of Murase Tamao's house watched him return to the house with expressions of fear and respect. They looked at each other with weapons raised and looked at the robbers lying on the ground wailing.

"Give my husband his life!"

First, a woman rushed forward with a kitchen knife, and then angry villagers swarmed forward.

Aokiji closed the door, and the angry shouts of the villagers outside were isolated. He then put aside his disguise, leaned against the door frame, bent over, and started breathing heavily.

"Are you injured? Are the pursuers coming?" Murase Tamao's voice made him reluctantly raise his head. She reluctantly stood up from the bed, holding on to the bed and trying to get up anxiously.

Aokiji pulled the stool to the side of her bed, leaning a bit unsteadily, and sat down, leaning against the wall. He placed the heavy saber on his waist on the ground to support it: "It's okay, I want to rest. Come and see what's going on." Hours later, if anything happens, wake me up."

With that said, he gave Murase Tamao another revival wind.

Murase Tamao's concerned words were blocked in his throat by his somewhat cold attitude, and he nodded dullly: "I understand, Aoki-kun, please rest."

She actually wanted to let Aoki Si lie down on the bed and rest, so she went to sit down, but as soon as the idea came to her mind, she heard Aoki Si snoring slightly with his eyes closed, leaning back on the chair.

Aoki-kun, you must be very tired.

She didn't dare to say anything anymore. Although she was still a little top-heavy and her head was hot, she didn't dare to sleep. She just lay on the bed and looked at Aokiji with a pair of beautiful eyes, filled with gratitude and admiration.

If it weren't for him.