Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The tremor of the collision came from the tip of the knife toward the tiger's mouth. The two sides looked at each other, and then in unison, they withdrew their swords and struck again.

Swords fight, swords and halberds clash!

No one present could tell how many swords the two sides had just exchanged. Even the sound that their ears could catch was only one sound, but their eyes could clearly see the fire of several swords fighting in mid-air.

The exchange without ventilation lasted for several seconds before the two sides separated.

The boy and girl looked at each other, both of them had the same conclusion hidden in their eyes. Even the Crow and Yasha who were watching could vaguely guess it without them saying it themselves -

"Hey, how about we throw away the knife and fight with our bare hands?"

"Do I look like a fool?"

Seeing that the other party was not fooled, Fujimaru Ritsuka clicked his tongue.

Although it seemed like they were evenly matched just now, in fact.

——If you fight with a knife, you will lose.

This is the conclusion Fujimaru Ritsuka came to in the previous duel.

Although he was rated as a super hybrid by Yuan Zhisheng, the opponent was obviously the same level, or even more terrifying. Fujimaru Ritsuka also understood this, and he lowered the tip of his sword into a posture, taking the opportunity to breathe and think at the same time.

This is the first time he has used a knife to fight except for the school's kendo club, and his experience in the kendo club can be said to be completely useless. Compared with the person in front of him, his swordsmanship is no more than a mayfly shaking a tree.

The reason why they were able to fight seemingly on the same level was because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's monster-like observation and brute strength.

And the other party seemed to have discovered this.

"I've heard about your super powers of observation before I came here, but I don't know until I actually experience it." Mr. Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts slashed across his sword, smiling horribly. "It's really disgusting."

"Hey, hey, that's a terrible thing to say. Can't you at least say it's an awesome ability?!"

"By the way, your personality has changed a lot since the fight started, right? Do you have a dual personality?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka intended to retort, but he didn't know if this sentence offended the other party's bottom line. His expression flashed and he immediately approached violently. The storm of blades swept over, and the girl could only reluctantly cooperate with him and keep slashing.

(There are still four minutes away from the five minutes that Senior Crow said, but to be honest, it won’t make any difference at all if we continue fighting like this. There is a high probability that we will not be able to break the move.)

There was no way. Although she was stronger than her opponent, Fujimaru Ritsuka's swordsmanship was not that good because she didn't practice for long enough.

The teachers she was familiar with, whether it was Chiron, Master Li, or a certain Iron Fist Saint, seemed to be better at teaching purely physical martial arts. Others, like Mr. Scathach, either teach spearmanship or simply do physical training, and swordsmanship is less involved.

Although I have learned a little bit from heroic spirits who specialize in swordsmanship, it is really not enough.

At this moment, due to her poor knife skills, the knife she snatched from the opposite side had become tattered and full of gaps. God knows when it will be completely broken. He also had a few criss-crossing shallow stab wounds on his body.

Really, couldn’t Musashi-san teach you more?

Wait, Musashi-chan?

Who, Miyamoto Musashi?

When did I meet Miyamoto Musashi? After defeating Goetia?

what did i do

Hey, by the way, is Miyamoto Musashi actually a woman?

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly shook off the doubts. Although she knew that her memory had always been vague, she could not be distracted at this moment and had to calm down to analyze the situation again.

If it is a close combat, Fujimaru Ritsuka is absolutely confident that the opponent will be unable to find his back molars, but it will be very troublesome to fight with a knife with bare hands. Not to mention defeat, but it also adds a lot of variables, and both sides hold The same goes for swords. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is half-assed, can't find a chance to break through.

And I always feel that there is a sense of inconsistency on the other side. It's not that I'm being disrespectful, but I feel like I'm hiding some trump card.

While pondering, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realized that this might be the first time in her life that she encountered a mysterious enemy stronger than herself.

But luckily, she had plenty of experience with this in her previous life.

My sister, I have never fought against an opponent weaker than me before!

She licked her lips and once again used brute force to push the knife away a few centimeters. Then she suddenly lowered her weight and lost her position. Then she kicked out. She performed a high forward kick and stepped forward with one foot as a pivot. She raised her knees and turned her hips and legs. He came out and drew an arc of the full moon through the air. The other party's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retracted his sword and spiral arm. The handle of the sword barely blocked his face before the durable shoe kicked him to pieces.

But the huge force still directly made him feel the dislocation of his elbow. After reluctantly releasing the force, the man weighing dozens of kilograms still flew straight into the air, and was forced to distance himself.

Silently staring at the enemy opposite him, the boy who was not much older than himself still hadn't wiped the blood from his eyes. His hanging arm was shaking constantly, and he looked like he thought he was a man-eating monster with red eyes.

No, that’s not wrong.

The girl did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but just watched the fierce ghost dragon king breathing heavily, his golden eyes gleaming, and the veins popping out in the hand holding the knife.

Treat the sick - although he really wanted to say this, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about it and decided to say something that suited the atmosphere.

"Sheqi Hachiya, working girl, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

The girl's eyes gradually calmed down, and she slowly raised the knife above her head.

The other party was stunned at first, and then his eyes changed. Of course he understood that this meant that the outcome would be decided with one move. Although this was not good for him, he somehow did not choose to refuse.

"Fierce ghosts, Dragon King." The young warrior said dryly after hesitating for a moment.

"Kazema Ruri."

Unlike Fujimaru Ritsuka, the boy named Kazama Ruri placed the hilt of the sword on his waist, making an Iai-slashing gesture. With your right hand, hold the blade of the knife upward, with the handle in front and the tip of the knife downward and downward.

Of course, this is neither an Iai slash in the traditional sense, nor does it even have a scabbard to match it.

But there is no doubt that his next blow will be faster and more deadly than before.

Both parties adjusted their breathing, with no fear or worry on their faces.

The next moment, the sword suddenly appeared!

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and took a big step. He held the knife with both hands and firmly held the handle. The force was heavy and heavy, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. It was as if the huge pressure was falling out of thin air, making people unable to lift their heads to look up at the falling white. mango.

But Kazama Ruri had no intention of raising his head from the beginning. His eyes couldn't even seem to focus. He was completely immersed in the sword. The touch from his palm told him clearly——

This knife will be faster than the opponent!

Sure enough, an afterimage emerged from the back of the knife, and the blades of both sides were attacking each other's vital points. Fujimaru Ritsuka's knife was aimed at Kazama Ruri's head, while the opponent's knife was aiming to cut the girl in half.

The battle has reached this point, and Kazama Ruri has forgotten the purpose before the battle started. His heart is swallowed up by bloodthirsty desire, and he has no regard for the girl's life.

He looked at the girl's whole body and knew that her movements at this moment were just a very simple chopping knife.

Hold the knife above your head with both hands, raise one foot slightly off the ground, lean forward and move your chest forward and sideways, with the center of gravity from top to bottom, and finally sink your waist and step on the ground to chop the knife in the face, that's all.

Raise the sword and raise the foot, step on the ground to exert force, and slash head-on. After swinging the sword in mid-air, the foot touches the ground to exert force for the second stage of acceleration. It is said that the ancient martial arts swordsman will also change the gesture of holding the sword, for example, only holding the sword with several fingers, which is more convenient. Further accelerate the slashing.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't use any of these techniques. This girl didn't seem to be proficient in kendo at all. Although she quickly completed the part of raising the sword and moving sideways with brute force, her feet were about to touch the ground, but the sword was still in the air, and her own The Iai Slash had almost reached her waist.

As he expected, his blade would touch the opponent faster!

But at this moment, changes occurred!

boom! ! ! ——

In the dull gaze of Kazama Liuli, the girl who was confronting him did not cut off the knife. The almost deafening explosion just now was actually caused by the loud noise made by the collision between her feet and the floor tiles when she stepped on the ground and exerted force? !

It was almost putting the cart before the horse. Rather than chopping, it was more about trampling the ground.

Is this meant to trample on the ground?

"This is the awakening of mankind!"

The girl raised her lips wantonly, and Fengjian Liuli's pupils suddenly widened. The danger he instinctively sensed was like cold bones clinging to his waist, as if to drag him into the dim light of the Acheron River Styx. middle.

His vision was obscured by dust spraying from bottom to top, his eyeballs were scratched by gravel, his hearing was obscured by the violent cracking sound, and his five senses of touch, smell, and even taste were completely cut off at this moment.

But the battle and the dragon's blood in his body were warning him crazily, telling him that the attack had surrounded his whole body.

It was the airflow path that led to all its vital points from all directions. It was a metal storm composed of countless sharp blades, and it arrived in an instant using the turbulence generated by the explosion as a cover.

"Miss Sakura!!"

Yanling. Yinliu!