Crown Dead

Musashi holds both swords in his hands, and assumes a fighting stance.

Chapter 09. I got up, it took a second... huh?

Klang-kang-kang! !

"It's even fiercer and fiercer than the marksmanship when we first met. Could it be that becoming an Asura can further improve one's realm! If that's the case, wouldn't it be wrong for me to pursue the [empty] realm?"

"Die, die, die! Miyamoto Musashi, your dual swords are no match for me!"

"So you two are still bragging about business!"

Musashi's double knives and cross-word guns are heavily entangled, and at the same time that the knives and swords are intertwined and devouring each other, Xianyu appears from the shadow of a blind corner, and the sharp section of the broken knife is aimed at Yinshun Takazoin Back, stabbing out at a speed that is almost impossible to catch.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah? Ambush by means is really in line with your disgusting identity!!"

Although the back was indeed stabbed, Baozangyuan Yinshun did not show any painful expression, as if completely shielding the pain, he just turned around and knocked the string away, while mocking the two of them loudly.

"Cough cough—can you stop being so elegant and easy-going, can you talk properly? Why are you shouting so loudly!!"

Xianyu supported the tree trunk to get up, and Musashi took advantage of this gap to rush in front of Baozangyuan Yinshun again, Nitian first-class fully opened, two double swords were swung one after another from different angles and with different speeds and strengths.

The sound of hammering iron kept coming from the handle of the cross-word gun in Baozangyuan's hands, and the extreme swiftness of steel and lightness of softness kept clashing, so that Xianyu couldn't even find a chance to break into the battle.

This is the battle of sword masters who have reached the ultimate level, as bloody as a meat grinder, and as pleasing to the eye as a ballet.

Get rid of any meaningless movements and behaviors, every swing, every breath, every movement, everything is a murderous dance aimed at taking the opponent's life.

Of course, this time, Xian Yu didn't have the energy to watch the pas de deux between swords, because this time it wasn't a sparring match or Musashi's tricky temptation of "I can't do anything if I hack it to death", but a real fight.

The body is still unable to use the dragon scale, so there is only one thing I can do, "Dear Musashi, go up boldly!"

Xianyu flung out the Sky Lock from his palm, and wrapped it around the handle of the spear in Treasure Garden, and the other end immediately tied it to a tree trunk thicker than his own arm.

"Well!"

The spear that was supposed to be slashing down was stuck in place because of the chain. Although Baozangyuan stood the spear sideways and cut through the sky lock in the next second, it still paused for a moment.

Well-known ancient strategist, tactician, swordsman, changer, cowboy, old man, Wei Ming Yixin once said: "If you hesitate...you will lose."

The meaning of this sentence is: in the battle between top fighters, a hesitation of a thought can decide everything.

Of course, based on investigation later, this sentence may also have another meaning: those who play with swords can't do as well as thugs (guns).

However, according to the context and background, here we still take the first meaning for interpretation and reference.

A single thought has such a profound impact, not to mention a momentary slow movement?

"Aha!"

Musashi, who possesses [Eye of the Sky], couldn't let go of this moment. While Hozoin was entangled by the sky lock, or the moment before Xianyu shouted out, maybe it was instinct, maybe it was the sixth sense——Musashi had already rushed. up.

"clang!!"

The slightly longer sword caught the cross-word spear, and at the same time, the other short sword aimed at Hozoin's neck, which was completely open and without any defense. "Wait a minute, Musashi-sama!!"

"Goo-oh!!"

The blood splashed like a folding fan, and under the originally blood-red moonlight, it turned into a pure black liquid instead.

Bone Lulu

The sound of the head falling to the ground came to the ears, but fortunately, Ashi and Tiansuke couldn't understand what the sound meant.

"Big samurai sister? Why did you cover my eyes, Wadasuke?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it's best not to see some things in your life. That's not the burden you and Tiansuke should choose."

"Well, if the samurai elder sister has said so... Tiansuke should obediently close his eyes too!"

Ah Xie was so sensible that he turned his back and closed his eyes on his own initiative.

"Phew...there is indeed a feeling of being cut, it's resolved."

Musashi threw the blood off the blade and looked at the headless corpse in front of him.

"There should be other solutions—but you may be doing the right thing."

Xian Yu walked in front of the corpse in Baozang Yuan with an extremely gloomy expression.

For me, it was only a few minutes ago that Baozangyuan Yinshun was still an excellent comrade-in-arms to rely on, a cheerful and optimistic monk of the fighting school.

But it was only a short moment of separation, and when they met again, he had already become a collection of malicious and crazy people, just like other heroic spirits who claimed to be heroic swordsmen.Not only was the mind completely turned and twisted, even the spirit base was completely turned into chaos.

Xian Yu never claimed to be a "partner of justice", or a "saint" like Joan of Arc.He didn't think about saving everyone, and he didn't think he had the ability to save everyone.

But...if possible, he wants to restore Treasure House to its original appearance, not only because of his good impression of this generous monk during his short relationship, but also because of the same with Ba Yuqian.

If the heroic swordsman chasing him is Ba Yuzen, if the powerful enemy confronting Musashi is Ba Yuzen, if the person whose head is about to be chopped off is Ba Yuzen, "Hey, little brother Yu, dead people can't move, right?"

Musashi poked at the string, interrupting his thoughts about the dangerous situation he was about to find himself in.

"Ah? A dead person can't move. It's not me. No, I mean I'm not a dead person. How do I know if a dead person can move?"

In ancient times, there was a dream butterfly in Zhouzhuang, but now there is a Xianyu who died in salt.

"What are you talking about? Anyway, since the dead can't move, why is the body of Baozang Yuandian doing push-ups?"