Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior.

In the battle between Yoshitaka and his group and the samurai, the once magnificent daimyo's palace had already fallen into ruin.

But at this moment, whether it was the warriors or the ghosts, in everyone's eyes, the surrounding ruins were covered with a layer of unclear black fog, and the visibility in front of them was only a few meters.

It was as if I had entered some kind of realm, as if I had stepped into another world. There were no insects, no breathing, no enemies. There was only the endless sound of rain and my own heartbeat. Everything was as quiet as death.

The feeling of fear gradually surged in people's hearts. No one dared to act rashly in such an environment, otherwise they would not know whether they were killed by their companions or died at the hands of the enemy.

Unfortunately, although the black fog obscured the ghosts’ vision and even their voices seemed to be muffled by the fog, their keen sense of smell and intuition, like those of wild animals, were their best compass.

The smell of the warriors was extremely clear to them, and the unique smell of their companions was even more familiar to them. This situation of being unable to see allowed this group of evil spirits to regain their silent characteristics and advantages in the dark.

So, after just a brief pause, dozens of ghosts focused their sense of smell and instantly pounced on the source of the warrior's smell.

For a moment, screams and wails were blended into the noisy and chaotic sound of rain.

puff! !

Near the center of the black fog, Sanchuan swung his sword without looking back and slashed at the black shadow behind him.

The severed head rolled down and hit the ground with a dull thud, while at the same time there was the crisp sound of armor hitting the ground.

——That was just a samurai who rushed into Mifune’s guard area in a panic.

"…Ninjutsu? The Hidden Mist Technique?"

Mifune's brows gradually furrowed, and the scar on his forehead became more ferocious. His eyes were like those of a ferocious beast, peeling off the black fog that was lurking in front of his eyes.

No, this is not the Mist Hidden Technique, and he will not give Yoshitaka the opportunity to cast a seal.

So that's the Unmatched Ninjutsu? It can't be swordsmanship, right?

Suddenly, as if he realized something, Mifune's face changed slightly, and he quickly checked the meridians in his body.

This black mist being inhaled into the body will actually corrode the chakra? !

Realizing this, Mifune slowed down his breathing and forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

He spread his feet slightly apart, slowly raised the knife above his head, with the blade facing forward. His eyes passed over the blade and cut through the black fog in front of him. His clothes were blown up by the wind in the rain, and at the same time, he closed his eyes.

He knew very well that vision was useless in this environment. Closing his eyes would make the five senses other than vision clearer.

Click... click...

He stepped on the flooded ground, moving his feet slightly as he looked around alertly, making a slight splashing sound.

Every pore on Mifune's body was stretching, feeling the coolness of the humid mist licking his skin wantonly.

Without a doubt, this is the most favorable combat environment for Yilong.

He could not sense any murderous intent in the black fog, and a figure might jump out and attack him at any time, but Sanchuan's steps remained steady, and his awareness as a swordsman had spread to the surrounding area several meters.

Even if someone really jumped out of the shadows and slashed at him the next moment, it would definitely not be him who was cut in half.

"Yitaka."

Suddenly, Mifune tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and said for no apparent reason, "I know you can hear me. Do you think you are worthy of being called a swordsman with such despicable means?"

As the words came out, Mifune stopped and focused on his auditory perception.

The cold voice lingered in the fog for a long time, and no one answered. He was still waiting patiently, but under the armor, something seemed to be slowly wriggling.

Those were muscles ready to go, and his whole body was slightly curled up, like a caracal waiting for a mouse to pop its head out of a hole, just to prepare for the bite that would erupt in a moment.

This is a test and also a provocation.

If Yilong did not intend to respond to him, then he would still be helpless and could only stand here, waiting for him to make a move and passively fight back.

If Etsuka responded...

"Then this battle will be over very quickly." Mifune thought.

The next moment the thought came to my mind, the voice indeed rang out.

"Mifune, have you read Musashi's "Hyoudo Mirror" and "The Book of Five Rings"?"

Yilong's voice seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to be elusive, like clouds and smoke, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Mifune's brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes flickered, and while he was searching for the source of the voice, he continued, "My teacher was once defeated by Musashi's 'Niten Ichiryu', so I naturally understand Musashi's swordsmanship philosophy."

"The Book of Five Rings" and "The Mirror of Hyōdō" are works of Musashi, the former is a "book on military strategy" and the latter is a "book on swordsmanship".

Yuyin's assassination technique was modified on this basis, and Mifune naturally also studied and practiced the concepts therein.

"In that case, which do you think is more important, The Book of Five Rings or The Mirror of the Way of War?

Yoshitaka's voice came again. Mifune's searching gaze paused, and stopped in front of the left direction. He said, "Of course, the "Military Mirror" is more important."

His vision was not able to see in this environment, but he still locked onto Yilong's position, perhaps relying on sound or intuition.

"Sure enough, in your eyes, swordsmanship is more important than military tactics." Yilong said with a smile in his tone.

"The art of war is only a minor art. Swordsmanship is the key to victory."

Mifune narrowed his eyes, fixed his gaze on that direction, and deliberately asked, "Do you think that learning the art of war and using those despicable means can make up for the gap in swordsmanship?"

"Yes, the key to kendo lies in the basics, the steps, the postures, the moves. Practice diligently for fifty years. Unfortunately, for people like us who live from hand to mouth, fifty years is too long, so..."

At this point, Yilong's voice paused, and his tone suddenly turned cold:

"We have to seize the day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger slashed out silently from the black fog, drawing an arc thinner than a stream of rain.

Not in front, but behind.

Long before the words came out of Yoshitaka's mouth, the short sword had already arrived behind Mifune.

The breath of rain, its unrestrained shape, moistens everything silently!

Yilong's knife was full of murderous intent and its speed seemed to have exceeded the limit.

The dagger created a wind barrier at high speed, and rolled up rain and mist, splashing towards the three ships like a dragon!

At this speed, any other ninja, even an elite jonin from a big country, would be beheaded if he was caught off guard.

However, Mifune is not a ninja, but a swordsman. It can even be said that he is the strongest swordsman in the entire ninja world.

The moment the words fell, Mifune moved without hesitation.

He saw the black dagger coming towards him with white mist and flowing air, so he gently turned sideways with a tiny movement to avoid the knife's path.

The dagger almost passed across his neck, and the famous sword Kurosawa in his hand cut from bottom to top, trying to use the momentum to cut off the arm stretched out from the black mist.

But at this moment, a creepy feeling surged into Sanchuan's heart, and instantly made the hairs all over his body stand up.

The short sword that was just a hair's breadth away from hitting the target, but the black mist lingering on the blade actually gave Mifune a stinging chill.

If Yunchuan were here, he would be able to recognize that this move is very similar to the most basic sword move in Tai Chi sword.

——A rainbow passed over the stream.

The white rainbow crossed the stream, not with one sword, but with two swords.

This is a complete set of continuous sword styles. After the "silent moistening of things", the "fast rain" will naturally become...

"Rain Breathing·Type 5·Clear Rainbow in the Mist!"

Yilong's tone was cold, and there was a clear sound on the blade, turning the rain and fog into a sword blade.

At this moment, Sanchuan's pupils constricted, reflecting the cold light that was piercing him, and he stomped his feet on the water on the ground at an almost unbelievable speed.

Bang! !

Sanchuan's figure disappeared on the spot, and a big hole appeared on the ground. The crack extended for several meters and stirred up rain and fog.

"what!!"

The blood splattered in the air and fell to the ground like arrows. Sanchuan screamed subconsciously and flew backwards!

In mid-air, one could see a stream of blood as red as a rose flowing from his eye. It was a hole so tiny that it was almost invisible, but it directly pierced his left eye.

A knife cut a terrifying bloody mark on his face, and the heavy rain was enough to wet the black, bloody scarlet eye sockets!

It was just a little bit short, the knife would have gone through his head.

"die!!"

In shock and anger, the furious and violent Mifune had a ferocious look on his face. He no longer cared about the erosion of the black fog. He released most of the little chakra in his body, and the white sword blade was thrown out from the famous sword Kurosawa in his hand.

Click, click, click! Click!

The sword light wrapped in the wild hunting airflow expanded several times in an instant after being thrown out, leaving a long and thick gully on the ground. Stone chips splashed around and created pieces of rain and mist, which were about to cover Yilong in the distance.

But in the next moment, the figure became like smoke and fog, with his toes tapping on the ground and moving backwards. The surrounding black rain and fog gathered towards him, and his figure instantly disappeared in the black fog.

And the Sky-Splitting Slash that Sanchuan swung out was once again like a drop in the ocean, failing to create the slightest ripple in the fog.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Mifune didn't care about his left eye which was still bleeding. He clenched the knife with both hands, making a teeth-grinding sound. The calmness on his face from beginning to end finally disappeared, and turned into a gloomy and shocked expression.

"Shameless villain! Get out here and face me!" He said in a somewhat inappropriate and hateful voice, "Don't you even have an ounce of the dignity of a swordsman?!"

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of experience and attainments, he is the strongest swordsman in the entire ninja world.

However, facing this half-baked swordsman and ninja whom he once looked down upon, and facing such a frustrating situation, he finally tore off the condescending and peaceful mask, revealing the deep hostility that had been hidden in the dry well for years.

However, in the face of Mifune's almost unreasonable questioning, Yoshitaka did not state his ideas as he had before, but gave the response that Mifune wanted.

"In that case, I'll give you this chance."

As Yoshitaka's voice reached Mifune's ears, new changes occurred again in the rain and fog. The whistling wind was as turbulent as a tide, and the rain that was originally falling vertically fell diagonally.

In a place that Mifune could not see, white mist rose from Yoshitaka's body, and Quanliu's sweat was evaporated in an instant by the high temperature.

The skin all over his body felt like heated steel, and the blood in his veins seemed to be truly burning, flowing out freely like thawing spring water.

The potential in every cell is released, and each cell breathes freely like a spring bud breaking through a rock. Incomparable power surges through every part of the body.

Everything in Yilong's eyes was extremely clear. He once again entered a state of complete concentration, as if he had been freed from the constraints of an iron chain. He breathed freely and allowed every fiber of his body to stretch freely.

"Breathing of the Rain·Land Style·Listening to the Tide."

A slight burning pain came from the three stripes, and his senses became active. It seemed that the only sounds around him were the rain and the black dagger in his hand. His senses seemed to be amplified tenfold.

With this perception, he will break through the speed limit of any time before.

"call!"

Pushing his ability to a whole new level again, Yoshitaka slowly exhaled a breath of burning white air, lowered his eyebrows and said: "If you can block it, then block it, Mifune, the general of the Iron Country."

As soon as the words fell, a loud bang was heard.

"Rain Breathing·Seventh Type·Rain Mist!"

Yilong felt that the sound of rain around him was stretched to the extreme, as if dancing in the air, and the surrounding black fog was kneading and changing like rubber.

The black mist lingered on the dagger and turned into clearly visible blade patterns, spreading on the blade like spider patterns, looking extremely ferocious.

Yilong poured all his murderous intent into this attack, like a black python streaking across the rain from the sky.

But at this moment, Yoshitaka clearly saw that Mifune's pupils moved.

Although the knife was extremely fast, Mifune had already been prepared after Yoshitaka's reminder.

Faced with the murderous intent that was like a torrential flood, Sanchuan turned around with cold eyes and drew out a sword in the raging tide. The long sword groaned as he squeezed it.

All the chakra in the body was released at this moment, and the white knife arc that drew an extreme scream in the air was like a giant waving his arms to shake the surging python!

boom! !

The two swords created a huge force and circular air waves, pushing Sanchuan back half a meter, and the wet ground beneath his feet instantly cracked apart.

But the next moment, under Mifune's cold and ferocious gaze, the already broken dagger in Yoshitaka's hand could no longer withstand the sharpness of the famous sword and Yoshitaka's speed.

Click!

With a mournful cry, it was completely broken into two pieces.

The knife hit the gap in the short sword, which was exactly what Mifune was trying to do.

Mifune, who had anticipated this, ignored the broken and cracked knuckles, the pain of his right eye being pierced, and the blood gushing out from the blade fragments entering his flesh!

Without any pause, he released the sword in his hand that had opened a winning path for himself without hesitation, and clenched his fist.

"Give me, die!!"

He suddenly took a step forward and punched towards Yilong's neck with all his strength, with a ferocious look on his face, as if he wanted to devour him completely!

At this moment, Yilong had no time to retract his strength.

At this critical moment, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes passed over Mifune's shoulder and raised to the black fog lingering in the distance.

Yoshitaka never understood why Mifune always called himself a swordsman, and why he thought that all swordsmen were upright.

At least, Yilong has always felt and said that he is a villain, a villain who will do anything to achieve his goals.

Behind Mifune's blind spot, a figure cut through the black fog, as if slicing through a curtain of bitter rain. An angry face was reflected in Yoshitaka's eyes, and his swung right foot brought up a cloud of blood, as if cutting through the rain and fog and even space.

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Scythe Sky Rift!"

At this moment, Mifune also sensed the evil wind behind him. He watched with bloodshot eyes as Yoshitaka tried his best to turn sideways. He watched his fist smash into Yoshitaka's chest and couldn't help but curse, "I have never seen such shamelessness..."

Before he could finish his words, Asa's attack came from behind.

puff! !