This is My Juggernaut Journey

The world of "Sekiro" is full of monsters. Ordinary samurai swords are like glass sheets. They will break if they can't block them twice, and he doesn't know the Xianfengji military boxing. Without weapons, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, it is much more urgent to get a handy weapon than swordsmanship.

"Use the designated lottery." Yuzuru frowned.

"Yes, as an achievement reward for killing the boa constrictor, you will have a chance to limit the scope of the lottery."

"Limited to weapons, Taisword." No need to think about it, Yuzuru replied immediately.

"Confirmation, limited to weapon types, swords, and the summoning begins."

wow-

As soon as the ethereal voice fell, the sound of electric current rang in my ears, as if thousands of horses were galloping, and in a flash, everything was quiet again.This lottery draw unexpectedly also incorporates the true meaning of swordsmanship, which is secretive, quick and low-key.

Because there were no visual effects, Yuxian raised his hands in front of his chest, spread his palms out, quietly watched the long object staring slowly in the void, and then pressed his palm, and the object fell into his palm.

What I started with was a Taidao with a handle, more than three feet long, the handle and scabbard were light brown, and the ring was in the shape of a dark copper-colored snowflake, and the blade was pulled out.

sonorous—

With a dragon cry, the three-foot blade was as cold as snow in the sun, biting to the bone.

"Tachi: Blowing Snow (Excellent). Features: Phantom Strike, in the light of the sword, like a snow curtain, there is a certain chance of creating a visual illusion when slashing."

The introduction is clear, without too much explanation, high-quality weapons already have special attributes, Yuxian secretly said "good sword"!

His swordsmanship is extremely fast, which can naturally increase the chance of illusions appearing, and in the battle of masters, the winner is often determined by a single misreading.

"At least, it's not so easy to break."

Yuxian, who was almost killed by a broken knife, shrugged and inserted it into his waist with a 'swipe' sound. After a night of bloody battles, he had acquired both swordsmanship and weapons, so drawing a knife and cutting people is the way to become stronger.

He had already seen it clearly, the more he loved him, the faster he would die, the world of fighting would not allow the slightest hesitation.

PS: Two updates are still owed, please increase your efforts.

Chapter 22 Runaway ([-]-character chapter! First and second updates)

Feeling that the road to kendo has just begun, Yuzuru walks towards the carriage while expanding his chest. There are several large boxes piled up there, all of which are valuables that the bandits 'helped sort out'.

There were a few warriors standing on the carriage, so tired that they could hardly keep their eyes open, all supported by the qualities of elite warriors.

"Go and rest, I'll take care of it later." He waved to a few warriors whose eyelids were almost out of control.

"Yes, Master Feicun!" He replied neatly, and the latter sat down as if he had been pardoned, put the weapon next to him and closed his clothes, and fell asleep. Half a minute later, a thunderous grunt came out.

Sure enough, he was extremely sleepy, but it was rare to be able to be loyal to his duties.

If the Hirata family was really a bunch of rubbish, he wouldn't even be interested in using it. He patted the box and went around to the side, and saw a bandit under the wheel, tied up in a big way, with bruises on his face.

Seeing Yuxian stuck his head out to look at him, the shopkeeper Anayama quickly struggled and shouted, "Boss, I didn't kill anyone!"

It was a very unlucky night for him. If the guards were not so sleepy and exhausted, he would have been beaten to the point of bleeding.Just when he was about to escape, he encountered this killing god again.

"I know, but it doesn't mean that other people don't have resentment." Yuxian squatted down and carefully looked at the embarrassed bandit.

He doesn't have a "plot character collection addiction", leaving this guy's life is actually because of his talent.

It is an extremely precious talent to be willing to pay for your life.

Yuxian ignored his begging for mercy, patted the box next to him, and asked casually, "Do you know what's in it?"

"Huh??" The ex-bandit hadn't reacted from the jump in his thinking.

"I asked what was in the box, and you can choose not to answer." Yuxian patted the scabbard on his waist, very convincing.

If you can't answer, use your head to sacrifice the flag!

"5 golden Buddha statues, 10 bolts of silk and satin, two thousand copper coins, various candies..."

Maybe the memory was stimulated by death, the salesman Xueshan thought about it and immediately reported the belongings inside. After only one handling, it is like a treasure, accurate to the number of each candy.

Talent, absolute talent.

Yuxian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his tense face gradually relaxed. He has no moral and cleanliness fetishes, as long as he is not a wicked person, it depends on the value of use.

"Enough." He stretched out his hand to interrupt the other party, and said with a smile: "Now there are two paths, one is to use your head to comfort the victims, and the other is to use all your talents and life to do things for the Hirata family, which one do you choose? "

There was no need to think about it at all, but the salesman Anayama really pondered for a while before raising his head and asking: "If you do things, do you get paid?"

"Yes, and it will grow bigger and bigger. In the end, your wealth may surpass Wei Mingjia."

"No problem, I made it!" After drawing a big cake, the salesman Anayama agreed without thinking about it. In this damn troubled world, the blueprint is enough to wrap his stomach!

"Well, I'll arrange your affairs later." Yuzuru was not so stupid as to untie him now, explain a few words to the successor guard and leave him alone.

By the time the businessmen in the plan were arranged, it was past noon. Under Inosuke's arrangement, the samurai who had woken up had already changed shifts, the smoke rose, and the food salvaged from the warehouse was poured into the pot one after another.

After the catastrophe, the sober survivors have already begun to think about the future, whispering in twos and threes. After losing the pressure of survival, their hearts are moved, and it is easy to break up at this time.

"Team leader, Madame Butterfly is awake." Just when Yuxian was feeling a little troubled, he suddenly got good news, and replied immediately without thinking:

"Take me to see her!"

Madame Butterfly was placed on a relatively flat boulder. When the two passed by, there were already many people around. This master of illusion had served Wei Minguo for decades, and his reputation was far higher than that of Yuxian. .

At this time, the old woman straightened her upper body and listened to the report of the warriors. She looked like she was killed last night. The brows under the pure white hair were slightly frowned, and her mouth was opened, as if she had heard something from the Arabian Nights. .