Stable Polarized Practice

The two excited expressions were exactly the same, and the eyes were full of murderous intent, and the shorter (...) guys looked at each other through the messy gravel, and didn't share a single look with the people around them.

"I really like you, Mr. Samurai." Kamui stared at the blue-haired boy holding the knife in both hands, all the cells in his body were clamoring for excitement and fighting spirit, "This eerie bloody breath has already Makes me completely excited, only a strong person like you can fill the void in my heart..."

The orange-red hair was covered with the dark color of the night, and the black practice uniform was wetted by the blood winding down from the neck. Kamui said with a big smile:

"I believe we must get along very well, after all, we both have the same desire for blood and battle—"

"However, I only long for your head." An Ding tilted his head and blinked his eyes, his blue pupils emitting a strange cold blue light in the dark space:

"Be careful that I kill you, little cat."

As soon as the end of the words swirled and fell, the murderous confrontation figures on both sides disappeared in an instant, leaving only the cracks that collapsed due to too hard and fast stepping on the ground, the blue soft hair and the orange-red braid. Swinging in the air, the blade cut through the flesh with a "chi la", and the two reached their first confrontation in this round.

Shenwei held the blade of the opponent obliquely aimed at the carotid artery with both hands, the skin of his palm was cut open instantly, blood dripped down the blade and wrist, he successfully blocked Senliang's blade on his fragile neck Front: "Wow, so dangerous~"

An Ding never thought that he would be able to cut off the head of this orange-haired man with one move, and draw back the side knife while the blade was blocked. If this guy wants to hold the blade tightly and not let go, he will have no knife to use... Then he would have to pay the price of two palms.

Sure enough, this guy still wanted to keep his hands, An Ding withdrew the knife smoothly, and raised his arms to block a powerful horizontal kick from the opponent while retracting his body and retreating.

"..."

As soon as he touched it, the gauntlet that blocked the horizontal kick had cracks in just one face-to-face, and his arm was shaking and numb. Isn't this guy's strength really too great?An Ding took a breath, his bloodthirsty blue pupils kept wandering away, his eyes flicked across the deadly positions of the opponent's neck, heart, and abdomen, and finally stayed on the pair of eyes that revealed the same killing intent. on her blue eyes.

The two of them grinned murderous smiles again almost in tacit understanding, the blade pointed at Bobo's throbbing carotid artery, and their fists aimed at the heart protected by the ribs, and the two chasing the smell of blood fought together again.

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Okita Sougo's pace of repairing the sword could no longer keep up with the speed of the damage.

"...What the hell is going on?!"

It is no longer the small scratches just now, but the damage on the blade surface is getting worse, even accompanied by a few tiny cracks!Cracks are already a big problem!

Fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead, sticking his chestnut hair into strands. The cotton kimono pajamas are soaked with sweat. Sougo Okita's men are beating powder faster, and he can barely hold the sword. The balance of the collapse—and it is incredible that the usual method of maintaining the sword by powdering and wiping... It turned out to be effective at this time.

According to common sense, the maintenance of swords is aimed at anti-rust and oxidation. Perhaps minor scratches and scratches can also be repaired through this ordinary maintenance method, but once there are wear and tear cracks, it is an injury that requires a swordsman to take action.

But this knife does not conform to this common sense. Ordinary powdering and wiping can repair the cracks. He saw with his own eyes a glaring crack that slowly faded under mechanical powdering and wiping, and finally disappeared... Although the next second In other places, two cracks cracked.

But these all show that there is something wrong with this knife, whether it is the sudden appearance at the beginning, or the inexplicable fit with his body, as if it belongs to him, and the strange state of damage and repair...

"Is this also a demon sword?" Sougo Okita stared at the flower-shaped sword and the blue braided knot hanging from the scabbard, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Under the premise that Mr. Hijikata "almost swallowed his soul by the demon sword", no matter how I look at it now, I feel that this knife is not right. The knife in his hand behaved like a kitten.

"Even if it's really a demon sword... it should be considered tamed."

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"Beautiful girl? Hey, why did you appear in this place? Are tax thieves here to have fun?"

"Hello? Moxi Moxi? You pay attention to me, we are also acquaintances after all, hello!"

Sakata Gintoki yelled twice at the side that was already in a ball, but he found helplessly that the other party hadn't paid attention to this side at all. The beautiful girl probably focused all her attention on the orange-haired brother's head. No sound from around was heard.

"Well... how should I put it, the beautiful girl helped us share part of the pressure?" Sakata Gintoki, who didn't get a response, scratched his hair, and turned around in embarrassment under Afutu's expressionless stare: "Hahaha, why is this gentleman staring at Yinsang all the time? Yinsang is a big, smelly and tough man, how uncomfortable it is to look at..."

"I advise you not to think about disturbing their battle." Afu Rabbit said blankly: "If he doesn't enjoy the fight, he will provoke the grumpy old man. I really don't want to wipe his ass because of this, besides, I It's nice to see them both having fun..."

Afu Rabbit raised the umbrella lightly, and glanced at the two people who were fighting extremely bloody and violently, with knife light and blood flying together.

"It's already at this level, recklessly intervening in the battle between the two night rabbits... maybe you will die."

Sakata Gintoki: "..."

Sakata Gintoki: "???"

What?Where did the two night rabbits come from?Isn't the beautiful girl the snail girl of Soichiro?What about the promised big tits (not) Fusangshen?A sudden race change? ? ?

"The beautiful girl is not Yatu Aru!" Kagura, who had been stunned since the appearance of the orange-haired brother, finally responded. She stared at the big blue eyes, and her gaze was still fixed on the two murderous Guy over there:

"A beautiful girl is a beautiful girl! It has nothing to do with Yaugi—"

"boom--"

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The metal reflects a cold and bright halo, and the sharp and cool aura is like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, chasing Shenwei's neck closely. The speed of the two of them is unbelievably fast. After getting the light of the knife and the afterimages of the fists and feet, all that is left is the splashed blood that cannot be distinguished.

This guy is fighting on instinct.

Anding's pupils shining with blue light stared at the blood-splattered throat again. This guy with orange braids protected the deadly position very well. His knife pointed across the throat many times, but he didn't succeed once. He cut open the fragile throat, and there were only a few shallow knife marks across the guy's fair neck, which was painless to say the least.

On the other hand, the armor on both of his hands is full of cracks, and he doesn't know when it will shatter completely, and he doesn't know how many times his ribs have been broken—broken and recovered, and then broken again , Mr. Zong Wu has already repaired the knife to the point of madness now?

An Ding felt guilty for a moment, and then heard a piercing "bang", the sound was very familiar, especially like what he would hear when he and Mr. Mutsumori went out together... Was it the sound of a gun?

He subconsciously looked towards the place where the gunshot sounded.

Bursts of gunpowder smoke came out from the tip of the big purple umbrella, and the stubble-faced uncle was pointing the umbrella at the Younv who had fallen on the ground—no, it didn’t seem to be Younv.

"...Miss Kagura?"