Chapter 954: Sword Saint Vs. Ghosts! [5000]

The shouting behind the back stopped ...

Can't hear the call of the enemy soldiers.

I can't hear the Jian Ming of Kondo Zhougu ...

Mena Toron sinks his eyelids ... The shadow of the eyelashes covers his eyes.

Others can only see that there seems to be a looming sadness in his eyes.

"Only one left!" (Russian)

"I stab him!" (Russian)

"Do it well!" (Russian)

"The injury on his body is getting heavier! It will soon be able to support it!"

"Continue! Don't give him an opportunity to breathe!"

It is as strong as the male Valley Shiro, and it is impossible to be unscathed in this disparity.

He continued to go deep into the enemy line, and the confrontation he encountered became more intense.

More and more enemy soldiers created hematopoietic wounds on him.

It's like at this moment, someone cuts the forehead of Mena Tani Yijiro. Fortunately, it is just a skin trauma. Although it has a lot of blood, it is not fatal.

Battle until now, Monasumi Ichiro can no longer remember how much injury he has suffered.

Maybe it's emotional, and he doesn't feel pain at all.

He looked at the vast enemy group in front of him, and then raised his eyes slightly to look at the drunk boy not far away.

Jiutong's boy stood upright and stared at him expressionlessly.

The distance between them is about 100 meters ... it is very close.

But in this space in this area, it is filled with a lot of enemy soldiers.

Monasumi Toron retracted his eyes and looked back at the enemy group in front of him.

"Come, although the person who wants to die!"

After roaring, he clenched the knife in his hand and danced forward.

The next moment, Han Mang and the blood were flying together.

——Is sorry, His Royal Highness of Tianzhang Courtyard ... Sorry, everyone ... I lied to you ...

Only when he bid farewell to Tianzhangyuan and others, he showed a righteous look, as if he had to make up the sky.

But in essence, these are all his "performances".

Just like Okada Kiyoshi, he has lived tired every day since the "black ship incident".

Because he cleverly covered his true thoughts, few people discovered his inner suffering.

He studied sword skills since he was a child, and he played against the heroes all the way ... All this was to become a more powerful swordsman.

However, ... the birth of a large ship cannon has reduced swordsmanship into useless skills.

As long as there is a bullet in hand, even a child can easily shoot a swordsman who is outstanding.

Although there are many people say "swordsmanship will not die", "practicing swordsmanship can strengthen your body", and tirelessly find more existence for swordsmanship, but want to know that these are just fallacy of self -deception.

Sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is killing.

In essence, swordsmanship is not a skill that is used to strengthen the body.

If you want to exercise your body by swordsmanship, or to realize what life philosophy, it is simply nonsense.

Sword art is used to kill!

Once the weapon is more efficient and better than the sword, the swordsmanship completely loses the meaning of existence.

Even the significance of their swordsmen was denied.

Dedicated his life to the sword. As a result, when the two spots were white, he found that what he studied in the past decades has become empty ... Maybe someone can cheer up from such a blow — anyway Do not belong to this column.

Even if the clouds were light and light on the surface, it was impossible to cover up his tangles and pain.

The reason why he stayed was Sanada Homu Village, who had imitated the enemy's enemy line that year, was not for what righteousness.

He didn't have such a lofty sentiment.

He just wanted to find a magnificent death for himself, so that his swordsmanship got the last and most gorgeous bloom.

That's it!

—— Come on ... I do n’t know the well -known enemy general ... Let me go to Huangquan with me ...!

His eyes were firmly staring at the figure of the wine and swallowing the boy, cut down every enemy soldier who was stopped in front of him.

Well! Well! Well! Well!

Remaining Okada Kiyoshi provides remote support constantly.

Thanks to his precise sniper, the pressure of Monasumi Toron has been greatly reduced.

Without his help, the trauma on his body would definitely have a few more ways.

But at this moment, Monasumi Toro suddenly discovered the strangeness of Okada Qingyin.

The arrows that were only shot were not only the key to the enemy soldiers, but also out of charge, flying directly into the distance.

Monasaki Shiko is very clear about Okuta Kiyoshi.

With his amazing bow, at this distance, even if he did not hit the target heart, it would never be impossible to take off your target.

In this way, there is only one possibility ...

"Qingyin !!!"

The fierce battle made Monasuoshi Shiro turn around to check the status quo of Okada Kiyoshi.

He could only pull away his throat and shouted his name loudly.

Soon, he received the response:

"Jingichiro! Go forward !!!"

With this shouting, the new arrow shot, and the enemy soldiers on the left side of the men's Tani Tonichi shot.

If there is accuracy, it can be obviously not as good as before ...

Seeing this, Moneta Toron first froze, then pouting his lips, his expression became complicated and unpredictable.

This looks like this just when I was shot in Kondo Zhou.

Despite the emotional emotions emerging from his heart, he soon suppressed the fluctuations of emotions, sorted out his expression, clenched his teeth, continued to wave, and continued to move forward.

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"Well ...! Well ...! Well ...! Well ..."

Kiyon Kubota opened his mouth and let out a hoarse gasp.

His face at this moment... to put it bluntly, it was no different from a dead person, as pale as if it had been bleached and dyed by a geisha's white powder.

His extremely poor physical condition could not suppress his fighting spirit.

He pulled out a new arrow from the almost empty quiver and put it on the bow.

Just as he was about to tighten the bowstring, a strong sense of dizziness hit his brain.

He wanted to vomit, all the strength in his body was drained, and his vision became blurred...

His body swayed around, as if he would fall to the ground at any time, and the arrow slipped through his fingers.

Then, there was a "plop" sound of water, and his hands naturally fell down and fell into a pool of blood.

The land under him was soaked with blood! This large area of ​​blood was still spreading outward!

The stone that took away his ability to move not only broke his thigh bone, but also tore his thigh artery.

It goes without saying how important the aorta inside the thigh is.

Although he had stopped the bleeding by tearing off a piece of cloth from his clothes and tightening the thigh root, how could the blood loss caused by the rupture of the aorta be stopped so easily?

His level of hemostasis was just to slow down the blood loss.

Unconsciously, a large pool of blood had spread under him, and he was sitting in a pool of blood.

Anyone with a little common sense could see that after losing so much blood, Kubota Kiyone's life was like a candle in the wind...

At this moment, there was only a little breath left under his nose... so weak that it could disappear at any time.

Logically speaking, there was nothing else he could do except sit and wait for death.

However, in just a moment, he raised his eyelids again.

There was no life on his face... but his eyes were still burning with fighting spirit!

With a click, he raised the Japanese bow in his hand again, picked up the arrow that fell to the side with trembling fingers, and put the arrow on the string.

"Seiichiro... forward..."

The next second, a sound of breaking through the air was heard.

The straight arrow shot out with a strong wind and pierced the head of an enemy soldier - this guy intended to sneak attack Seiichiro Otani from the side and rear.

"Seiichiro... forward...!"

In a flash, another arrow shot out into the air.

Then, another enemy soldier disappeared around Seiichiro Otani.

The smoothness of his movements and the skill of his techniques did not look like a seriously injured person who was dying!

Looking at Seiichiro Otani's back, looking at this back that was moving forward bravely, Kubota Kiyone smiled.

He smiled peacefully.

It was strange that after experiencing the strong dizziness just now, he suddenly felt his head become unusually clear.

Thanks to this, he suddenly figured out a lot of things.

Why did he risk his life to accompany the gentleman and help Seiichiro Otani at all costs?

Because to him, at this moment, Seiichiro Otani is like an "avatar" - the embodiment of the backbone of "old guys who can't keep up with the times"!

So... Seiichiro, go forward!

I don't know when he no longer feels pain or fatigue.

To be precise, all senses except vision have left him.

He now has only one consciousness: shoot all enemy soldiers who are a threat to Seiichiro.

He now has only one action: draw the bow and shoot arrows.

In a split second, one arrow after another cuts through the atmosphere!

The strong wind brought by the arrows is like a tailwind to help Seiichiro Otani.

Every sound of breaking wind represents the death of an enemy soldier.

With the help of this continuous rain of arrows, Seiichiro Otani's offensive is like divine help!

Forward, forward, and forward again... He ran from one blood column to the next.

Whoosh!

Seiichirō Otani saw an enemy soldier in front of him on the left who was holding a flintlock rifle and was about to shoot him being shot through the head.

Whoosh!

After a while, the enemy soldier on his right scratched his neck hit by the arrow, struggled a few times and fell to the ground motionless.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

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One sentence, one shot, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Listening to the continuous sound of breaking wind coming from behind him, Seiichirō Otani gradually felt at ease.

This peace of mind came from both the strong assistance of Kubota Kiyone and pure friendship.

Although there were no friendly soldiers around him, as long as he heard the sound of the bow being drawn and the arrow being released, he could intuitively feel that he was not alone.

But at this moment, without any warning... the sound of breaking wind stopped.

There was no more sound of drawing the bowstring and shooting arrows behind him.

Seiichirō Otani's knife paused in mid-air for a moment.

He subconsciously thought that Kubota Kiyone was tired, so he waited and waited again.

But... no matter how long he waited, the sound of the bow that made him feel at ease never sounded again...

"..."

Otani Seiichiro pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly.

Although the enemy soldiers' shouts were endless, he had never felt that the world was so quiet as at this moment without hearing the sound of the bow...

...

...

"Shuten-doji-sama, this... seems a little bad."

Sukuna stared at Otani Seiichiro who was getting closer and closer to them with wide eyes.

To be fair, the bravery of the soldiers was definitely worthy of the evaluation of "fighting without regard for their own lives".

With the blessing of "Decisive Battle of Yodo", they rushed to Otani Seiichiro and never retreated.

However... no matter how bravely they fight, no matter how many wounds they inflict on the opponent, they can't stop him!

The swordsman's path forward is a real bloody road! Every step forward, he will inevitably fight fiercely!

According to incomplete statistics from Sukuna and others, at this moment, there are at least 15 wounds on Seiichiro Otani's body, including 2 gunshot wounds.

After such serious injuries, not only did he not fall to the ground and die, but he became more and more courageous... To be honest, Sukuna and others couldn't help but wonder if this old man was also an "immortal" like Ogata Issei!

The Lord of the Sea raised his face, turned his head, and said to Shuten Douji anxiously:

"Shuten Douji, please retreat!"

His words immediately expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

Sukuna and others turned their heads and cast earnest eyes at Shuten Douji.

Judging from the current situation, it is not a vain thing for Seiichiro Otani to rush into this place and kill Shuten Douji!

They do not think that Shuten Douji cannot beat Seiichiro Otani.

In fact, even in a perfect state without injury, Seiichiro Otani may not be a match for the gifted Shuten Douji.

Entering the "selfless state" at will... This kind of talent is rare in a century.

But... everything should be prepared for the worst!

At the moment, Seiichiro Otani seems to be possessed by a god, standing tall and unbeatable.

Even if he is defeated by Shuten Douji, there is no guarantee that he will not leave some scars on him.

Facing the sincere advice of Kaibozu, Shuten-doji smiled slightly:

"Nontani Seiichiro imitated Yukimura Mita and charged into the battle alone."

"If I imitated Tokugawa Ieyasu back then, put down the flag seal and retreated for several miles, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?"

"I am not like Tokugawa Ieyasu, who can lower his face to do such a shameful thing."

"Nontani Seiichiro, at this point, don't say such a spoiling thing."

He raised his chin towards the front, towards the approaching Nontani Seiichiro.

"Look. That swordsman is burning his life."

"He risked everything, disregarded life and death, and fought bloody battles."

"For this respectable opponent, I want to witness it to the end with my own eyes."

"I will not run away, I will always stand here."

"Whether he dies halfway or succeeds in killing me, I will gladly accept any outcome."

He paused at this point.

After a moment, he changed his tone to solemn:

"I advise you to take the "Decisive Battle" now."

"Otherwise, you may not be able to take his sword."

Sukuna and others were solemn when they heard this.

After a brief hesitation, they reached into their arms and took out a red pill.

……

……

"Old man! Go to hell!"

An enemy soldier stepped forward and stabbed the bayonet in his hand into the chest of Nantani Seiichiro.

Before he could rejoice, Nantani Seiichiro chopped him down with a knife.

At the same time, he handed the knife to his left hand and pulled out the bayonet stuck in his chest with his right hand, causing it to fall around and pierce the neck of another enemy soldier.

Finally, the knife in his left hand drew a neat arc in the air, cutting off the heads of three enemy soldiers in one breath.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to clear the enemy soldiers around him, he took another step forward.

At this time, he suddenly discovered: Shuten-doji was right in front of him!

There were only 8 steps between them.

The other party's handsome face was extremely clear.

He could even see every line on his face.

8 steps... the last 8 steps!

Seiichiro Otani took a deep breath and mustered up the remaining strength in his body!

At this moment, a cold light swept towards his crown in an arc.

Seiichiro Otani didn't even look at the slash, and leaned back instinctively to avoid it.

Seeing that the attack missed, Sukuna immediately pulled the knife back to his hand and got ready again.

Sukuna, Umibozu, Ushio, and Nyu-they stood in a fan shape, blocking Seiichiro Otani's way.

Without exception, the four of them all had a unique high-spirited look in their eyes after taking "Juezhan Yodo".

Seiichiro Otani looked at the four men calmly, muttering:

"The general's guards..."

Umibozu shouted and took the lead in attacking:

"Heaaaaaaaa!"

He swung his sword forward, and the big sword rang in the wind.

Sukuna and Ushiki followed closely behind, chasing Seiichiro Otani from different directions.

This is not over yet, Nune wandered around the periphery and threw the steel needles in her hand with force.

It's called a "needle"... but it's more like a "nail"!

Each of the steel needles she held between her fingers was five centimeters long and half a centimeter thick!

If you get stabbed, the injury will be serious!

Nune is not a warrior who specializes in martial arts.

The only way she is good at fighting is to hide behind her comrades, and then quietly throw the steel needles to attack the enemy.

It seems that a long time has passed when describing the tricks of the ghosts in this way.

In fact, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Otani Seiichiro quickly scanned the demons' moves.

His next response also happened in the blink of an eye.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three sounds of metal colliding rang out in an indistinguishable sequence.

He first swung his sword diagonally to cut off Fei Nunu's steel needle, then raised his sword over his head to deflect Kaibozu's slash to the side, and then deflected Sukuna's sword with incredible speed.

The next moment, his arms turned into feathers, his body flew into the air, and he took the initiative to pounce on the cow ghost.

Seeing the "Sword Saint" coming, the cow ghost's pupils instantly shrank into pinholes.

He subconsciously put the naginata in his hand to his chest and took a defensive posture - but it was too late.

Puff!

The neat slash swept across the cow ghost's neck.

The cow ghost staggered back a few steps, raised his hand to cover his neck tightly, trying to block the wound, but to no avail.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers, and in a blink of an eye, his entire palm and neck were dyed red.

Puff - after a while, his head drooped weakly, his body fell to the ground with a bang, and he stopped moving after a few spasms.

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