Two-dimensional Wanderer

Two-dimensional Vagabond Author: The Silver-Eyed Slayer

The story of learning and wandering in "Rurouni Kenshin", and then going to the various anime worlds of the new millennium.

There is nothing that can't be solved by a nine-headed dragon flash, if there is, then another Tian Xianglong flash!

(Transformation, transformation, transformation, don't like to stray in!)

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The romantic legend of the swordsmen at the end of the curtain

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Chapter 1 The Warrior and the Executioner

Men, you should have great ambitions. Born in troubled times, you should do something.

So, you are a samurai!

Qingli Mingliang's body was soaked with blood, and he wanted to open his eyes, but it was extremely dry.He endured the piercing pain and used all his strength to prop up his body, but it was as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his back.

The sharp light of the knife lit up again, slashing on him and splashing bright blood beads on the narrow street together with the fluttering snowflakes.

"Give it up!" said the red-haired swordsman.

This is hell, right?

Qingli Mingliang thought, who made himself so powerless?

He is not a villain, but in this chaotic world, this weakness is enough to fall into hell!

"You can probably come back in the spring of next year. Please bear with it during this time. When you return, buy some physalis for the wedding..."

The voice that echoed in my ears has become unfamiliar, leaving only the throbbing that can't be eliminated. If I want to smell the beautiful white plum fragrance again, the man is not dead yet.

There is a force pulling him back from hell!

"what!!!"

He roared angrily, grasping the sword in his hand again.He wiped the blood from his face, looked around with dry eyes, the corpses of his colleagues were thrown aside like broken garbage, and the murderer stood in front of him, holding a blood-stained sword, neither joy nor sorrow, like a puppet.

"Give it up!" said the red-haired swordsman again.

"Delusion!"

Qingli Mingliang roared and charged with his sword. The red-haired swordsman silently greeted him. The figures of the two crossed each other. After a short silence, blood spurted out of his chest and took him away. took his body temperature, his life, his everything.

The bloodstains slowly spread under him, and he lay in his warm pool of blood, struggling.

"No...want...die..."

The sharp blade pierced his throat from top to bottom.

He couldn't breathe, let alone make a sound, he just stretched out his hand and grabbed the distance, which was the direction of happiness.

ba... sorry...

Qingli Mingliang died. He was weak and mediocre. He was beheaded like a wild dog in a dark alley, and no one cared.

"Yo, Feicun, are you actually injured?" Three men appeared, and one of them, a little older, asked in surprise.

The red-haired swordsman touched the wound on his left cheek, which was left when he crossed just now.When you touch it with your fingers, you can feel the smoothness of the blood and the slight tingling.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

"You will get hurt too, is this man a master?"

"No, it's just obsession." The red-haired swordsman put the sword back into its sheath, without explaining much, he nodded slightly: "Mr. Iizuka, I'll take care of you."

He's just an executioner, not a scavenger, and can't take on any other role.

"Jianxin, you used to bury the corpses of bandits and human traffickers, why are you now ignoring the people you killed with your own hands?" Straw sandals, she is not tall, she can't see her face clearly, she can only see long black hair falling on her waist, and a long tattered knife is pinned.

At midnight, in the dark alley, at the scene of murder, there may be evil spirits, but there should be no women.

"Enough to play, it's time to go home, Kenshin!" The woman said again, like a gentle sister calling her younger brother home.

The red-haired swordsman named Hiicun Kenshin was like a frog being stared at by a snake, his face was pale, and he was sweating coldly.

Although I don't know what the relationship between Pudaozhai and this woman is, no matter what, Feicun can't leave, he is a sharp blade that cuts through the thorns of the old era!

Iizuka made a color, and the other two understood it, and rushed to the woman with their knives: "Although I'm sorry, but you saw something you shouldn't see. For the sake of the new era, die!"

Jian Xin was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't!"

But it was too late. In the dark night, the light of the knife flashed like lightning. The blood was sprayed into the air, and it fell with the two round human heads. The splashed blood hit the bare feet wearing straw sandals, like white jade Falling petals.

Iizuka pulled out his sword in a panic. His swordsmanship was not very good, but at this time, it was the only way to gain a negligible sense of security.

God Speed ​​Sword, he didn't even see how the woman chopped off the head of her subordinate.

The speed sword that can cut even time!

"You're terminally ill." The woman said, "Not only in this era, but also in people's hearts."

Kenshin's hand rested on the hilt, but did not draw the sword.His hands were shaking, his heart was shaking, and even his voice was shaking: "Sister Yingluo, are you here to catch me?"

"Catch you?" Yingluo shook his head: "You didn't do anything wrong, you were just having fun. Okay, come back with me, the master is quite angry."

Craving for fun?

Do you think I am playing?

I cut off one life after another, and even turned into a night-time demon, just to see the arrival of a new era, do you think I'm just playing?

My pain, my grief, my helplessness, my hesitation, you don't understand at all!

Jian Xin's hand stopped shaking, as if there was a volcano surging in his heart.

"Tsk, what a terrifying look!" Yingluo sneered: "Do you even want to cut me? I taught you all your swordsmanship!"

Iizuka was startled, took two steps back silently, and stretched out a hand to his arms.

Jian Xin replied sternly: "I am not the same person I used to be!"

"Really? Let me see!" Yingluo took off her hat, revealing a young but beautiful face, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at the man called 'Executioner's Swordsman' with great interest The red-haired swordsman, as if he was not looking at a murderous ghost, but a little milk dog whose bones had been robbed in the countryside.

With a flash of sword light, she tilted her upper body slightly to avoid the attack, and a few blue threads slowly fell from the air.

"Hehe, take back the foreword, it's already a qualified wild dog!" Yingluo said with a smile as if he saw something interesting: "Then, don't die!"

As soon as he said that, the overwhelming murderous aura was like the cold wind in the deep winter, and even the skin felt a tingling pain.

The sword light flickered non-stop, and Iizuka couldn't believe what was in front of him.

That executioner, Chudao Zhai, the strongest swordsman of the Changzhou domain, was suppressed and could not fight back!

No, it's not impossible to fight back, it's useless!

Feicun's sword is still sharp and fast, even faster and stronger than ever!But no matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through the impregnable defense of Ying Luo.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Feicun was like a boy with a wooden stick practicing swordsmanship in front of this woman, and he was powerless to resist!

If Feicun is a ghost, then this woman is a ghost!

"Dragon Hammer Flash!" Kenshin jumped up high, and made a violent slash down from the sky with the swing of his waist and feet.

"Really, didn't I tell you not to lift your feet off the ground easily? It's too early for you to use this move!" Yingluo snorted softly, "Long Xiangshan!"

The blade rubbed against the air and made a harsh screeching sound, like the dragon of the Nine Heavens. The icy white light slashed at Jian Xin mercilessly, knocked him out, fell to the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.The clothes on his chest were not damaged, but there was a dark sword mark on his chest.

Injuring people without hurting clothes, what kind of control is this!

Can't win!

As always, there is absolutely no way to win!

Jianxin's face was pale, and his hands began to shake again.

"Don't worry, I'm using a knife face, I won't die, maybe a few ribs are broken." Yingluo stepped forward: "Okay, come back with me, Jianxin!"

go back?

Just go back with nothing?

Don't you want to turn into a ghost for the arrival of the new era?

The sword heart was shaken, how could he defeat Sister Yingluo in front of him?

A figure stood between the two, and Ying Luo raised her eyebrows.

Kenshin also shouted in surprise: "Mr. Iizuka, run away, you are not a match for Sister Yingluo."

Iizuka smiled wryly, even his teeth were chattering: "I, of course I am not an opponent. But, but I am just a small person, and death is not a pity! Hiicura, run away, I will block this woman. Changzhou can't live without you. , Mr. Gui can't live without you, and the new era can't live without you!"

Kenshin was moved: "Mr. Iizuka..."

"Hey, it turns out that it was because of your group of nonsense that Jianxin didn't go home." Yingluo frowned: "If that's the case, then I'll cut you all off!"

Her expression froze, and the light of the sword flashed like Bai Lian, but unexpectedly, Jian Xin blocked the blow with great speed.

"Oh? Did you rekindle your fighting spirit in just a few words? What a child!" Yingluo just laughed, but a sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart, when he saw Iizuka throw down the long sword and hold the one in his hand. is a 'dark stick'.

A percussion front-loading rifled gun?

If you can get such a weapon in this era, is this Iizuka a big man?

But there was no time to think about it, Yingluo kicked Kenshin away, and the cold gunshot rang out.

"Ding!"

The long sword in Yingluo's hand was broken, and the huge impact made her take a step back.

"Earth Dragon Flash!" Jian Xin hit the ground with a powerful slash, and the rubble rushed in. Ying Luo raised his hand to protect his head and face, and threw the broken sword in his hand, and there was a cry of pain.

"Go!" was Kenshin's voice.

When the smoke cleared, the two of them disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood to mark the battle just now.

escaped?

Yingluo glanced at the musket projectile that was cut in half in the corner, and was about to leave, when a whistle was heard, and a group of people rushed out along with the chaotic footsteps.

They wear uniform clothing with the flag of sincerity on the back and a mountain-shaped pattern on the sleeves.