Genji Heavy

Win over me, Higiri.

I will tell you everything.

Xiao Wu abandoned the honorifics, and said every word to Mustache in an intimate tone that he had never used before, and spoke very clearly and slowly.

The words are intimate, but his tone is extremely solemn.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Higiri felt it very clearly.

Facing her like this, Xiao Wu, who said these words, was ready to gamble everything.

The matter has come to this point, Xiao Wu has cut off all room for turning around with his own hands.

There is no way to retreat, but to move forward.

Mustache, who is also a sword, can see clearly how much determination Xiaowu, who has made a challenge to himself, has.

If she refuses, where should she put this determination?

"it is good."

Hidekiri said in a deep voice, and then slowly pulled out the main body with force, the sharp blade appeared inch by inch under the gloomy sky, and the overflowing cold light exuded a sense of aura in the manic sea breeze.

The blade sank, and she made a gesture.

"Let's do it, Xiaowu."

"Let me see how much progress you have made in challenging me right now in front of my eyes."

Saying such words, he waved his hands, put away his smile, and looked serious.

——Such mustaches coincide with the appearance in Xiao Wu's memory.

Every time she asks her for advice, she will teach herself so seriously.

No.

He can no longer be the way he has been taught.

In this way, he can only stand behind her forever and look at her back.

Xiaowu gritted his teeth, pulled out the body around his waist, raised his hand suddenly, and pointed the sword straight at Mustache, "Please."

Then he retracted his hands and made a gesture.

The sea breeze rattled their robes.

The wind gradually stopped, and the sense of reality in the space became weaker and weaker. When the degree of falsehood reached the point where people could recognize it at a glance, they all moved immediately.

The two strikes of the Taidao are similar, and even the light and shadow they wield are very similar.

The picture of hand-folding in Genji appeared in front of Hikiri.She wasn't sure if Xiao Wu was also dominated by that sense of familiarity, but she clearly felt that his shots at this moment were very similar to those at that time.

But the sense of familiarity will always be shattered by the reality in front of you.

Xiaowu's moves gradually changed.

His blade suddenly slashed sideways, mixed with the sound of waves, at an extremely fast speed.

Mustache slightly frowned, stepped on his feet, and evaded the blow with a light whirling sound, and met Xiaowu's knife in his hand.

The blades collided, and there was a cold metal collision sound.

The hand holding the knife was slender and fair, but the power it erupted was terrifying. On the contrary, Xiao Wu, who had taken the initiative to attack, moved uncontrollably and backed away.

But in fact, Mustakiri, because of the haste of the attack, his tiger's mouth was a little numb, and his body was not injured, but his wide sleeve was cut open.

But she suddenly smiled slightly, and her frown also relaxed.

"Not bad," she commented softly.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips, not sure if Hu Qie was really praising him.

Because he knew very well in his heart that in the battle, he unconsciously used the swordsmanship he learned in the Ping family after leaving Genji.

What would Higakiri, who is a heavy treasure of Genji, think when he recognizes his swordsman?

Worry briefly surfaced in Xiaowu's heart, but was soon covered layer by layer.

win.

He is going to win.

This is his first priority at the moment.

"Nice expression." Mustache swept his eyes over Xiao Wu's face, and the smile on his face became even wider, "Use all your strength and get serious."

With a force in her hand, she pushed Xiao Wu out violently.

The deck was not dry, it was all water stains left by the splashing and falling waves, and it was wet and slippery.

In this aspect of reality, Xiaowu slid back a certain distance due to inertia, and he stopped only after he decisively supported the ground with his hands.

As soon as he stood firmly, Xiao Wu rushed towards her with a cold face.

Obviously stimulated by what she just said.

Halfway through the rush, Xiaowu kicked his feet vigorously, and in the next second, he jumped up very lightly and his wide sleeves spread out to both sides with the wind.

Xiaowu, who jumped over against the light, suddenly looked like a black bird, showing her a sharp beak and sharp claws.

Seemingly harmless, they are actually carnivorous birds of prey.

The blade came straight towards the door, and Mustache cut his eyes sharply, and accurately raised his body to stop Xiao Wu's attack.

In the next second, Mustache's body folded up extremely softly, and his right leg was raised high and kicked violently at Xiao Wu. A deep mark was stepped on the deck under her feet, which was borrowed by her.But her leg attack failed.Xiaowu flipped in the air, dodging her attack quite deftly.

This kind of movement that reflects flexibility is actually not suitable for Xiaowu's body shape, but more suitable for a petite knife.

However, what Xiao Wu did was perfect.

Because of inertia, after Mustache kicked in the air, he had to use his left leg as a support, flipped quickly, and landed on the deck with one hand, and then he noticed Xiaowu's movement, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

This is……

The figure of Zhenping's ancient sword appeared in her mind.

Xiaowu's action is very simple, but it is enough to distinguish it for a knife like Mustakiri.It clearly carried the style that belonged to that Highness.

Although she was taught to grow up, but later went to the Ping family, it is only natural that the Ping family's shadow was brought into the swordsmanship.

——You mustache is very clear about such a thing, but suddenly witnessed it with his own eyes, and his mood is still a bit complicated.

Now that Xiao Wu let go of his hands and feet, he knew very well the reason for the change in mustache's expression at this moment.He pursed his lips tightly, his face was tense, his eyes drooped slightly.

"Please, don't look at me like that."

It was as if they were looking at each other across a chasm.

Xiaowu moved his fingers and adjusted his posture of holding the main body.

The palm of the hand fit the handle of the knife in the most suitable way, and the strength used the muscles one by one, flowing along the nerves and blood vessels throughout his whole body.

Every joint of his body was tense, and there were veins and veins on his hands, which were particularly obvious on the skin.

"Hisakiri."

The syllables rolled over between his lips and teeth, and spit out slowly.

The dark clouds in the sky weighed down even lower, as if you could reach out and touch the sea of ​​black and gray clouds.

The weather seemed to be getting worse, but the strange thing was that the sea breeze had almost calmed down, only occasionally gently brushing against the blade.

The sound of the waves is still in the ear, beating the drums tirelessly.

But the deck was illuminated by the cold light of the sword.

The competition between swords and Fusangshen is simpler and purer than the competition between humans.They are the knives themselves, basically there will be no protracted battles.

Which one is stronger and which one is weaker will soon be clear.

——It's time to end.

Xiaowu's body fell from his hand, and a similar blade hit his heart.

Hishikiri won.

However, even if she won, there was no look on her face that belonged to the range of happiness.

The coldness that erupted during the battle hadn't completely subsided from Mustache's face. She looked at Xiao Wu and said expressionlessly, "Xiao Wu, let's call it a day."

Xiao Wu didn't respond, but looked down at the tip of the knife against his chest.

The tide receded, and imitating human beings, the heart was condensed by spiritual power to calm down, and it stayed empty in the chest cavity, stirring up and down.

"...As expected, I still can't beat you."

Higakiri retracted the main body into the knife.She was not surprised by her victory, and under such circumstances, victory has no taste value.

Xiao Wu raised his head, showing a smiling face that was about to cry, "I'm sorry that you saw that you didn't improve at all."

He wanted Hikakiri to see his growth.

Mustache pursed his lips, and finally sighed, "Don't show such an expression..."

She tilted her head and looked at Xiao Wu with some distress. The current situation was really not something she was good at dealing with.But after all, it has existed for thousands of years, so let's just follow the thoughts in my heart, that's fine.

So Mustache raised his hand, and gently rubbed the top of Xiao Wu's hair with the hand that just held the main body.

"I should have told you many times, as a sword, you must be aware of the extent of your strength."

"I know myself……"

"I know, do you still say such things? Now that you've grown up, don't say such childish things again." Mustache's voice was very calm, without consolation, "You are much stronger. But I am not inactive lived through the years."

The hands that had been blown by the sea breeze for a long time were already very cold, but Xiaowu felt a little bit of warmth.

For him who fell into the ocean, this trace of warmth is already extremely precious, something that cannot be obtained but is expected.

He opened his mouth, and looked at Mustache in a daze, the salty and astringent sea water soaked and corroded his insides, and he couldn't utter a sound.

But his heart was lifted out of the sea, he got a moment of respite, and greedily sucked in the fresh air.

Mustache cut.

Mustache cut.

The name that was so familiar that it was indistinguishable from the name engraved on the body kept rolling in his heart.

I even forgot that the main body was still on the ground.

When Mustache saw it, he slightly bent down and picked up Xiaowu's body, his eyes instinctively swept the knife from the beginning to the end, and then his eyes widened unexpectedly.

Xiao Wu seemed to have regained his senses, and at this moment he took the initiative to take the body, but Mustache did not stop him, and let go of his hand silently.

At this time, Xiaowu has obviously changed.

The shoulders that had been tense were slightly loosened, and he calmly lifted his body a little higher, so that Mustache could easily see clearly.

"That's right, two feet seven inches and two cents."

"This is not the ontology of 'I' here, but this is the ontology of 'I' at the historical node."

Hidekiri felt a little worried, "Just tell me like this?"

Xiao Wu smiled in a low voice, with a look in his eyes that even mustaches could not distinguish clearly, "Since I lost, I must abide by the agreement and tell you everything—just like you once taught me .”

When Mustache felt something was wrong and looked over carefully, Xiao Wu had already calmed down.

Holding the "Little Crow" in both hands, he turned his head and looked at the sea outside the boat.

The dark clouds on the top are only a little better than in the previous competition, but they still stubbornly occupy the sky, as if they will never dissipate.