I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 119

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pressing the end of the hilt with his right hand, Kenshin decided to use Feitian Yujianliu's profound sword skills to deal with this mysterious swordsman who suddenly appeared.

Fujii watched quietly, holding the sword with his right hand single-handedly, pulling away from each other ten steps away, the hand holding the sword reversed the blade, and the Niichimonji cut from Zatoichi was ready to go.

In his opinion, Feicun Kenshin's sword skills at this time are not much different from Zatoichi's, but it makes up for the shortcomings of strength, and there is no Feicun Kenshin who is disabled like Zatoichi, the actual combat power It still needs to be stronger. Feitian Yujianliu itself is a swordsmanship that relies on physical fitness and talent. Compared with the original work, Jianxin in front of him can be said to be a perfect enhanced version.

Mystery, the nine-headed dragon flashes!
Jian Xin took a deep breath, ejected his body, swung the blade in an instant and slashed from eight angles. Due to the speed of the attack, the afterimages were connected into one piece, as if multiple knives were attacking at the same time.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding—!"

Fujii received eight slashes calmly at the same time, raised the blade and turned it sideways to resist a thrust. The last blow of the nine-headed dragon flash is the most difficult thrust to defend against. Generally, a swordsman can block the first eight times at the same time. Even cutting is already good.

After resisting the thrust, he moved away from the knife he was holding in his backhand, Ni Yiwen Zhan slashed upwards at a distance of three steps, Jian Xin drew his sword horizontally, and retreated a few steps with a sliding step.

A slender red line spread from below the collarbone, and Kenshin lowered his head to take a look. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but just a little painful.

The shogunate army and Sa Chang's army on the battlefield refilled the path, shouting and killing everywhere, Fujii raised his left hand, and hooked his palm to Kenshin.

The two of them got into the bamboo forest on the side of the road tacitly at the same time, turning into two blurred afterimages. The thick and thin bamboo at the mouth of the bowl was cut and fell down after passing by, sprinkled the sky with green leaves, and the blade cut through the space, flashing bursts of light. cold glow.

Dragon mallet flash!
The leaping Kenshin held the sword in both hands and slashed down. Fujii didn't catch it hard, but dodged the sword move with the dragon mallet that opened Kenshin's side, and raised the sword to slash. The metal collided, and the two faced each other, holding the opponent's sword tightly.

"Who are you?"

Only then did Kenshin have the time to speak, expressing the question in his heart. Fujiiju's sword moves had no traces, and it could not be seen that it belonged to any faction's swordsmanship, but his level was very high. What a strange guy.

"I was born in the Ichikawa Ichidou Ryu, and I'm just a small person at the exemption level. It's normal for a big person like you, Batosai, not to know."

Seeing that the other party wanted to talk, Fujii Shu chatted with him tactfully. If he could defeat Kenshin Himura and other masters in a trial, the trial should be over. He still wanted to Let's dig out the plot. A mature swordsman like Zatoichi did not have such a good opportunity for him.

"That's the executioner drew his sword and killed him!"

"His Royal Highness Ba Dao Zhai is in danger, let's go together!"

Unexpectedly, before he could say a few words, the shogunate army and Sa Chang army who got in the way surrounded them in large numbers. It seems that the number is roughly the same, about 300 people. For the battle in the era of cold weapons, it is already not a small scale. .

Behind Kenshin was Sa Changjun, and behind Fujiishu was the Shogunate Army. The two slowly withdrew their sword strength, retreated a certain distance from each other, and each rushed into the enemy formation in front of them.

Fujii's style is to open and close. Relying on his physical and swordsmanship advantages, he seized a samurai's sword and switched to using two swords to stir up a bloody storm in the crowd. The green clothes on his body were dyed brown, and the unmelted blood coagulated on the blade, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how bloody vibrations were made.

Kenshin, on the other hand, was nimble and brisk, fighting in and out with one sword at a time. His efficiency was a beat higher than that of Fujii. After a quarter of an hour, nearly half of Sa Chang's army of more than 300 soldiers had fallen, and the remaining soldiers threw away their helmets and armor. , Let the birds and beasts scatter together.

"It seems that you, an executioner, are not worthy of your name!"

Fujii turned around and saw that the shogunate army had only killed less than 50 to [-] people. Although their morale was frustrated, he could still hold on for a while.

Cut off a row of long spears with a single sword, and cut the throats of this row of ashigaru with an ordinary sword with a curly blade, splashing a wave of scarlet, Fujii's white face could no longer recognize its original color, and was still splashed by blood .

A few howling warriors rushed up, he raised his hand and threw the sword with a curly blade, and pierced the last person with his sword. With the sword in his hand, he quickly raised the shadow of the sword. Pass by the samurai, grab the thrown sword and kick away the slowly falling man.

"Pfft!"

The five or six samurai behind them had gorgeous blood blooming on their necks, and the surrounding shogunate troops rushed forward, stepping over the corpses of these losers.

Half a quarter of an hour later, all the shogunate soldiers who had no time to escape fell to the ground, only dozens of people at the edge threw away their weapons and crawled out. The bamboo forest was littered with corpses. Two real executioner swordsmen held their swords back to back, with brown The stream gurgled and flowed to the low-lying places, converging into a deep pool.

"One move will determine the winner!"

Kenshin stepped forward, stopped and turned around, and Fujii turned back on the spot. Both of them had exhausted a lot of physical strength. Although there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, there were still some shallow injuries. If they continued to fight, they would both It is impossible to get out of this battlefield.

Lowering the center of gravity of the body as much as possible, Jian Xin leaned forward with one hand and grabbed the handle of the knife with the other. He decided that if he could pass this level, he would abandon the sword in the future and stop killing.

In this dungeon, is this the opportunity for him to change?
Seeing Kenshin's awakening, Fujiiki also imitated Kenshin's posture, lowered his body, and stretched out his hand.

Long Xiang flashes!
The two of them used the same moves at the same time, slashed upwards towards each other, stepped forward with their left feet, and only heard the sound of breaking wind and a gleam of cold light.

Fujii stood up slowly, tore off his shoulder and sleeves, bandaged the wound on his left arm, and left with his left hand that could no longer move.

As for Jian Xin, he dropped the weapon in his hand and half-kneeled on the ground, not knowing whether he was going to die or not.

Fujii, who lost the ability to move one hand, beheaded Yoshimura Kanichiro and seriously injured Saitoichi, and finally lay down in the pile of corpses and survived until the end of the battle.

What he didn't know was that after the battle, a swordsman with dark pupils got up from the pile of corpses in embarrassment, walked unsteadily to the half-kneeling Kenshin, and looked at the sharp sword at Kenshin's feet.

"Did you even die in the battle? Then let me inherit your reputation!"

He gazed greedily, and stretched out his hand to grab the sword, but was suddenly caught by a bloody hand. Looking up, it turned out to be Jian Xin who was dying.

"This sword and its owner no longer exist in this world."

Jianxin knocked the swordsman, who was not in good condition, to the ground with a hand knife. With this ominous blade, he disappeared into the heavy snow, and was drowned by the wind and snow.

"Congratulations on clearing the level, the score is S, and the reward is the Kendo style skill: Flying Sword Style, which cannot be upgraded."

"Flying Sword Sword Style: Complete school of sword skills, commonly used moves Dragon Nest Flash, Double Dragon Flash, Tornado Flash, Dragon Hammer Flash, Dragon Flying Flash, Earth Dragon Flash, Flying Dragon Flash, Dragon Crying Flash, Nine-headed Dragon Flash."

"Entering the next stage of challenge, there are nine times left. The strength of the miscellaneous soldiers is four times that of ordinary people, and the strength of the commander is eight times that of ordinary people. Do you want to continue?"

In the next trial, Fujii Shu didn't have the confidence to participate yet. The famous swordsman whose physique was eight times that of a normal person, with his current strength of less than seven times, is estimated to be defeated one after another. The promotion is not reasonable.

After a long night's sleep, the morning sun awakened the Fujii tree on the bed, got up to wash, and the shadows of swords and swords faded before his eyes.
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And in an apartment in Tokyo, 26-year-old white-collar Michiko put on makeup and a skirt and opened the door.

"Meow--!"

A cute black cat was squatting by the door, looking up at her, making hungry and weak meows.

"Ah! It's Maojiang, how pitiful."

Michiko looked around, but the neighbors didn't notice. The small five-story apartment she rented didn't allow pets without permission, but this kitten is so cute. Its fur is smooth and shiny. Her palm is not afraid of life at all.

"Shh! Don't yell."

She raised her middle finger silently, and finally glanced around, took the black cat into her arms, and carried it into the house.

"Section Chief, I feel unwell this morning, please ask for a day off, I'm very sorry."

After closing the door, Michiko took out her mobile phone covered with rhinestones and sent a text message asking for leave. It is rare to have such a beautiful cat, what should I do?
The black cat was put down by her, and she took the initiative to walk into the house. It is a small one-bedroom apartment, and the walls are covered with plush toys of cats. It seems that this person is quite a cat lover.

"Xiao Hei, look here."

Michiko set up a DV camera, took out medical gloves from the drawer, and smiled excitedly.

"It will be very painful next time, I'll give you an injection first."

Skillfully pumped out half of the anesthetic with a disposable needle, the gorgeous and intellectual Michiko, the corners of her lips curled up, and the pale pink lipstick reflected a seductive luster under the indoor light.

"If you get an injection, it will only hurt a little."

She pushed the black cat to the corner, her expression gradually changed, and she became excited.

Since elementary school, she liked to lure sparrows with rice, and crushed them to death in the palm of her own hand, feeling the vitality of it struggling and then disappearing.

In middle school and high school, the cats that can be seen everywhere in the island country became her prey. Every time she pierced those fluffy and cute things with stiletto heels, she would always take photos of the results and send them to the website for some Appreciation of the same fetish.

As a social person, she hasn't had time to do this for a long time. Today, it's rare for an eye-catching cat to take the initiative to come to the door. She will never let go of this opportunity.

"I got you!"

The black cat suddenly spoke human words, and the shocked Michiko fell back to the ground, and the anesthetic needle rolled to the side.

"Humans hunt animals, monsters hunt humans, this is the balance of the biosphere, don't blame me."

The anesthetic needle on the ground was lifted by an invisible force and stuck on Michiko's thigh. The cat stretched out its front paws, scratched her flesh-colored stockings and skin, and licked the blood on them, showing a fierce look.

"I'm gonna start now."

It flew up and bit Michiko's throat. For a moment, the room was filled with blood and the atmosphere became strange.

(End of this chapter)