Chapter 214: Ah She Standing in Front of Him, the Mark of an Indifferent Person

Rain Country, Daimyo Prefecture.

Bang! !

The sound of a sonic boom sounded in the rainy night.

Dust and white smoke tens of meters high rose like a curtain, and were blown around by the unstoppable wind.

And in the mess, broken walls and ruins, several figures jumped out from the smoke.

Flying backwards in the air, Sanchuan raised the blade, brought a whistling wind in front of him, and blocked the raindrops that were splashing like ink.

Puff! Hiss! !

The ink rain sprinkled on the broken wall behind Sanchuan, and it made a harsh and terrifying sound like sulfuric acid falling to the ground, corroding the flat wall with visible marks.

"..."

The blade blocking in front of him slowly fell down, revealing Sanchuan's slightly gloomy face.

Seeing the blade in his hand stained by ink-like raindrops, he couldn't help but flash a trace of heartache and doubt in his eyes.

The sword is the second life of the samurai.

The sword he used was called "Kurosawa", a famous sword and one of the Kusanagi swords that are circulated in the world.

Kusanagi sword is not a unique name for a sword, but a name for a type of sword. Each Kusanagi sword is undoubtedly a sharp weapon, and it is said that it has its own unique abilities.

The "Kurosawa" used by Mifune not only has a strong chakra conduction ability, but also has the characteristics of sharpness and toughness.

Although the black ink-like thing failed to corrode and deform it, Mifune still keenly felt that his Kurosawa had become lighter.

"Yoshitaka, you guy..."

Thinking of this, Mifune subconsciously gritted his teeth, frowned and stared at Yoshitaka in the distance.

The moment the voice fell, his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only the ground that was broken inch by inch.

The leaping Mifune pounced like an eagle, the blade was his sharp beak, and it was obvious that he had no intention of holding back. He waved his arms with that real power, and the air flow and rain flowed, and he jumped and chopped at Yoshitaka with absolute killing intent.

In the dim light, Yoshitaka's face darkened, and he swung his sword like a falling leaf to meet the attack, cutting through the rain curtain and leaving circles of ripples on it.

Clang! !

Mifune shook the famous sword Kurosawa on Yoshitaka's short sword, and every muscle fiber was mobilized, and Yoshitaka instantly felt an extremely heavy, tough and cold pressure.

"You can't win." Mifune said coldly, "The gap between us cannot be made up by some small tricks, face the reality!"

In terms of strength, Yoshitaka was obviously at a disadvantage. He deviated from the direction in an instant under the heavy blow of the sword, but facing Mifune's words and murderous intent, Yoshitaka's face remained unchanged, and he moved sideways to forcefully slash across the blade to release the force.

At the same time, his chest rose and fell deeply, and two white mists overflowed from the corners of his mouth again. He took a small step forward to get closer to the killing distance, accumulated the sword's momentum under his feet, and held the handle of the sword with his backhand to lift it up, making a similar action to drawing a sword!

"Rain Breathing·Type 2·Duckweed!"

This was the Shinyou sword technique that Kumokawa had used before when facing Musashi's Niten Ichiryu. Yoshitaka had perfectly integrated it into his close-range short sword technique.

"Type 3·Rainstorm!"

Yoshitaka seized the moment when the sparks splashed like rain and disappeared in the rain, and seized the moment when his vision dimmed. He swung the short sword in his hand like a storm, and swung several swords in a short moment, with extremely fast movements.

The several swords that were cut almost at the same time were reflected in his eyes. Mifune's pupils shrank, and he held the sword with both hands, calmed down, and his legs were firmly on the ground.

No matter where the sword technique is, no matter what kind of sword technique, in close combat, the lower body is always the foundation.

And Mifune is undoubtedly the best among them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! !

He took advantage of the ground under his feet to take root, and the famous sword in his hand, Kurosawa, danced a picture, so fast that it was difficult for normal people to catch it with their naked eyes, and the wind of the sword was like an airtight wall.

In the dark torrent of rain, sparks continued to bloom in front of Mifune, completely blocking Yoshitaka's attack.

Black rain and white shadow, two completely different blades, two completely different swordsmanship, suppressing each other and stripping each other's space.

However, unlike Yoshitaka, who was born in a low family and changed his career halfway, Mifune began to experience physical training and swordsmanship at a very young age. He went to a place that Musashi had never gone to at the beginning. He was younger than Musashi at the beginning!

Facing such Mifune, Yoshitaka was far inferior in terms of talent and experience!

The ubiquitous sound of rain torrents could not hide the sound of the sword!

Although the first move had returned to Yoshitaka, Mifune, with his extremely strong swordsmanship experience, actually blocked Yoshitaka's intensive offensive and even gradually reversed his disadvantage.

No matter how crazy the rain-like short swords were, Mifune was like a bottomless lake, taking all the intensive offensives without letting or avoiding, showing his strength at the peak!

The previous moment, Mifune was still using the Yin-style defensive sword technique, blocking Yoshitaka's violent blade, and even tried to use "no sword take" to grab Yoshitaka's wrist.

The next moment, Mifune suddenly seized Yoshitaka's momentary mistake and turned to attack, directly switching from Yin-style to Tang-style, and swung the sword towards Yoshitaka's throat without hesitation.

"So strong, Mifune!"

Sweat slid down Yoshitaka's cheeks, but the arc of his mouth became deeper.

The pent-up anger in his heart was shouted out with a heroic voice, and he stopped the sword without hesitation to prevent the sword from being taken away.

Not only did he not dodge as Mifune expected, but he used his body to crash into Mifune as if he was looking for death.

Clang! !

This action broke Mifune's "no knife attack", and his body took the initiative to meet him. He got closer before Mifune's arm holding the knife exerted force. The two knives bit together, and the whole body was splashed with raindrops, and the bright sparks suddenly appeared again. rise.

The two of them were already close to each other, and their movements at this moment were no different from "stepping". The muscles in their legs were as hard as steel, and they were as deep as roots in the ground.

However, the sharp blade of the famous sword Kurosawa kept approaching Yoshitaka's face. Yoshitaka held the handle of the knife and supported the blade and the palm of his hand was squeezed to bleed.

Both of their hands were working with different powers, staring intently into each other's eyes, and the dim light illuminated the anger in each other's eyes.

Like a liger competing for the sharpness of its fangs, it locks the opponent's neck and drives its biting muscles with all its strength.

"..."

Yilong's chest heaved violently, and his heart became dark and unclear for a moment.

Mifune's appearance was unexpected.

The seemingly short warrior in front of him was filled with vigorous power. Under the unreserved force, Yilong, who focused on speed, was no match for him.

The swordsmanship developed by Yoshitaka currently focuses on concealment and assassination. If there was a competition for explosive power, he would not necessarily lose, but he had to admit that his physical fitness was far inferior to Mifune.

This general of the Iron Kingdom is undoubtedly a famous sword.

Therefore, it was Yilong who finally ended the strength competition forcefully.

His upper body leaned back like a taut Shochiku, and before Mifune could react, he was hit with a headbutt.

Bang! !

The two people's foreheads collided with each other, and their forehead bones made a terrifying sound. They suddenly felt their heads were shaking and their eyes were black.

The next moment, both sides attacked with all their strength almost at the same time, and simultaneously blocked the opponent's knife attack. The force of the shock on the knife surface made the tiger's mouth numb.

When the two of them were separated by the huge collision, and before Yoshitaka's feet could find their landing point, Mifune, who was in mid-air, ducked down and bent his sword at his waist.

"That's enough Yilong! I've had enough! What are you going to use to bridge the gap between ordinary iron and famous swords?"

Mifune's cold and stern voice came from his mouth, and Kurosawa was thrown out in the rainy waves and dark currents. He broke the rain curtain between the two with a knife, and slashed towards Yoshitaka's waist with white light!

Yilong's head was still a little dizzy, and he subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife and held it against his side with a heart-wrenching creaking sound.

Kaka! !

The famous sword Kurosawa collided with the dagger forged from mortal iron, causing cracks in the dagger blade in Yoshitaka's hand.

Yilong was knocked away for the second time in mid-air and was unable to move, but the third murderous intention bit him tightly and attacked! The threat of death fell from the sky like a flood and swallowed up everything in him!

"Yilong! Why do you think you can bridge the gap between ordinary iron and famous swords?"

Kaka! Bang!

The short knife in his hand was in front of him, and the light of the sword swung together. The huge force made Yilong's bones explode, and he flew backwards several meters away in an instant.

Stabilizing his body, Qi and blood surged slightly. Yilong's face with bulging veins turned red, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at the short knife in his hand.

The long blade of wrought iron, which was originally regarded as the purest among ordinary irons, is now covered with cracks. Just waving it will make a scream, and it may turn into pieces of broken scrap metal at any time in the next moment!

"When I go back, I must ask Mr. Yunchuan to take back the craftsman village and give me a strong sword!"

The moment Yilong's thoughts arose, a panicked voice suddenly came.

"Teacher Yilong! Be careful!"

As the words reached his ears, a scream pierced the air.

Yilong suddenly bent down and leaned back, his pupils dilated slightly, watching the white blade light tear through the rain curtain and fly past the tip of his nose screaming.

Swordsmanship·Splitting the Sky!

Poof! !

The chakra blade that passed in front of Yoshitaka cut all the ghosts and samurai who were fighting together behind him in half. The severed wall was torn apart with an explosion, and flew towards the distant rain curtain without losing its momentum. Among!

"..."

Seeing this scene, cold sweat seeped out from Yilong's forehead and flowed down his neck into his clothes.

Mifune was obviously a samurai who adhered to the outdated spirit, but he actually combined chakra and swordsmanship like those deviant bounty samurai who were driven away by him?

"Yilong, tell me now!"

Mifune stood on the house and looked down at him. He pulled off the bandage on his forehead, revealing the ugly and hideous scar. He said in a cold voice: "How can you bridge the gap between you and me when you are so insidious and have no faith or will?" ?”

He was grateful to Hanzo for sparing his life, but he was also ashamed and angry about it.

When Hanzo's sword almost cut off his head, he had always covered the scar on his forehead with a cloth. He had always regarded it as a shame for his life.

Compassion is the most arrogant treatment among warriors.

He regards Hanzo as his enemy, and he always wants to rely on his swordsmanship and his Iai Slash to regain the victory he lost a few years ago and wash away the shame of being pitied by him.

In his eyes, only Hanzo could make him face it, so how could he allow himself to be defeated by Yoshitaka.

"You're a troublesome guy."

Mifune put the sword in his hand into the sheath on his waist again, and stared at Yoshitaka who was still adjusting his breathing in the distance and said calmly: "If you were the one standing behind me just now and suddenly attacked me, I might not be able to stop him. "

"But, if you face me directly, you have no chance of winning."

"So, that's it, Yoshitaka... This knife should have been for Hanzo."

When Mifune spoke, Yoshitaka sensed a strange phenomenon.

He could feel that there seemed to be something in the air, gathering towards Mifune, like a storm-like siphon, absorbing things in the air that humans could not observe like a whale sucking water.

That was "momentum", the sharp "momentum" on Mifune's body, as he gradually sheathed his sword and as the chakra in his body surged, it was also absorbed into his body at this moment.

The next moment when Yoshitaka realized that something was wrong, in the blink of an eye, Mifune completed the process of visualizing, breathing, cutting with the carp's mouth, drawing and cutting at an incredibly fast speed.

Draw the sword! Iai!

Mifune actually remembered his breathing frequency in the brief stalemate and caught the extremely short moment between his exhalation and inhalation!

At this time, he didn't even have time to exhale that breath, and the blade light that was so fast that his whole body was cold had already arrived in front of him!

"Can't avoid it!"

You will die! Will die! Will die!

The horrible white mist that attacked was reflected in his constricted pupils. Yilong's blood seemed to be running in his body desperately, but it was still frozen into ice by the bone-chilling cold and death.

But the next moment, a figure suddenly stepped into his field of vision. It was a familiar figure of wide, fat and short.

"Ashe!"

Asana's roar of shock and anger reached Yilong's ears, and the pupils of Yilong, who was stiff in place, suddenly expanded like thunder.

Looking at the figure blocking in front of him, and the dazzling white mist that broke through the air.

Inexplicably, a lot of emotions, like a strong wind and a heavy rain, poured into Yilong's heart.

Anger! Shame! Madness!

These emotions were too sudden, too complicated, and too turbulent, like branch-shaped lightning all over the sky, running through his brain wantonly.

Yilong didn't expect that he still had such emotions in his heart. He didn't feel fear before the approach of death, but now he felt anger and shame!

He can die. He is not as skilled as others. That's how it is.

He is a person without motivation. When his teacher Musashi died, he should have died with him.

It was because Kumokawa promised him to bury Musashi's body that he joined Dawn as a teacher.

Even if he dies, it's just giving his life back to Kumokawa.

But now, his own student is standing in front of him. The anger is like a flame burning in his chest. Mifune's killing and death intentions can't extinguish the flames in his chest, but can only ignite them!

His bones made a clicking sound, and the torrent in his blood vessels boiled like magma.

Until he could no longer suppress the flames in his heart, his chest seemed to be torn open, and the three ugly scars under the corners of his eyes were quickly covered by three ink-colored marks.

The markings are not the markings that are opened when the body temperature reaches 39 degrees and the heartbeat rate exceeds 200, but the manifestation of the ninja's physique, will, and potential.

Boom! !

At this moment, black gas vented out of Yoshitaka's body, as if a giant beast was breathing out wet and cold rain mist from its mouth.

The black rain mist spread instantly with Yoshitaka as the center, engulfing everything around, including Ashi, who was not far away, and covering all the samurai and ghosts.

The sharp and unstoppable sword light cut through the rain mist and left a mark in the next moment, but was filled back by a huge amount of black rain mist.

It was like a mud cow entering the sea, just causing ripples, and in the blink of an eye it was swallowed up by the rain mist and disappeared into thin air.

And the black rain mist continued to move forward, rushing towards him like smoke, engulfing and covering Mifune's figure, as if he had entered an independent domain.