Stable Polarized Practice

As soon as the smooth, reflective snow-white blades of the two vibrations collided, Qingguang noticed that there was something wrong with the actions of the guy with chestnut hair and red eyes on the opposite side.

As if he was avoiding a head-on collision with his own blade, the way this guy used the knife was a bit like a samurai who didn't care about the wear and tear of the blade and suddenly cherished the sword. He should be better at slashing against the blade, but he didn't know For some reason, he chose a relatively unfamiliar side unloading force, which led to a moment of incongruity in this guy's movements.

Qingguang's thinking diverged slightly, and he was able to be keenly aware of such subtle and small differences, thanks to his years of experience in hand-in-hand with Anding.

California Qingguang is the initial sword of the god judge, and the chance to enter the battle is much more than that of the later An Ding that was forged. Therefore, many hand-to-hand matches basically end with Qingguang's victory. The argument is that before An Ding caught up with the full-level Qing Guang, he hadn't won much in the Hand Hero Room.

After all, for Dao Dao with the same attack value between two strikes, whoever has the highest mobility will move faster, and whoever has a greater chance of winning, and it just so happens that Qingguang's mobility is slightly higher than Anding's.

But An Ding also won once when his level hadn't caught up with his little friend. At that time, he used the same method of unloading force, and Qing Guang was caught off guard——

Since the two swords of the Shinsengumi are too familiar with each other, every time the blades touch each other, they are as familiar as looking in a mirror. Therefore, when An Ding suddenly uses a sword technique that Qingguang does not understand, it is very easy. The side edge of the wooden knife touched the edge of the knife, and the side edge slid all the way to the top of his wooden knife, and the wooden knife in his hand flew up.

"Mr. Zongsan taught me this." After that, An Ding held the wooden knife and told him in the afterglow that came in from the hands-on room, "Because Mr. Zongsan's blade is not as hard as ours, he is better at unloading force."

Unloading the opponent's strength concentrated in the chopping down is very advantageous in a one-on-one duel, but the condition is that the skill of unloading the force is proficient to the point of proficiency, and stability is more used to tit-for-tat, even injury-for-injury Because of the number of attacks, he quickly abandoned the skills that were completely opposite to his style. Qing Guang thought that he would never see this kind of swordsmanship again, but he didn't expect to see it on an enemy he had never met before.

The white blades met again, only a few times of confrontation across the blades, maybe less than a minute, the time was very short, but Qingguang's heart became more and more surprised, and his red eyes became suspicious Indeterminate:

"you……"

This guy's swordsmanship...why is it so similar to him? !

No, it's not so much like him, it's more like a combination of him and An Ding, more similar to their former boss Okita Souji!

Qingguang narrowed his eyes slightly, squatted on his knees, held the knife in both hands, clasped his fingers painted with bright red nail polish firmly on the hilt of the knife, held the knife flat above his left shoulder, with the blade upward, and the tip of the sword tilted slightly downward, firmly Aiming at the enemy's pupils of the same color as his, this is Okita Souji's three-stage jab gesture——

The red pupils shrank suddenly, and Qingguang could hardly conceal the shock on his face, because the guy with chestnut hair and red eyes on the opposite side actually assumed the same posture as him, which belonged to Okita Souji's three-stage thrust!

The two pairs of bright red eyes looked at each other, and their eyes collided in the air filled with gunpowder smoke. The blade held flat and stabbed three times in quick succession. Qingguang's eyes suddenly froze, fixed on the opponent's haori cuff.

After the wide gray sleeve slid down to the elbow, the familiar handle of the knife was exposed. The knife in this guy's hand was an iron knife in the shape of a flower. The black-haired and red-eyed Fu Sangshen suddenly turned pale with shock :

"—Huh? How come?! Stable?!!"

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"...Mr. Samurai, you have become stronger."

The sharp blade pierced through the chest and abdomen from under the right rib, and then pierced the fabric of the black exercise uniform from the back, exposing a section of the knife tip stained with red blood. The five fingers clenched tightly, even if the palm of the hand was cut with blood, it didn't matter, because the more important thing was to prevent the blue-haired warrior from stabbing the cold blade deeper.

"Thanks, I think so too."

With his round and innocent blue eyes open, An Ding raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and agreed in a steady tone. His hands were clasped on the handle of Ju Yiwen's knife, pressing against his left rib, and exerted force together with the strength of his abdomen and arms. , trying to push in a section of the bright silver blade that has not yet penetrated into the opponent's chest.

The blue-haired boy stabbed upwards obliquely in a squatting position. His speed was several times faster than in Yoshiwara before, and he almost turned into a blue lightning. Kamui seemed to have only seen it flash away He felt a chill in his right rib, and the icy blade had pierced his chest and abdomen before he could react.

If it wasn't for Yetu's strength still dominant, and he could firmly hold the last white blade to prevent it from moving forward, wouldn't Mr. Samurai even want to penetrate the handle of the knife?

Shenwei exhaled a mouthful of blood. Although the location of this knife was not fatal, it was also a very tricky and cruel one. He could feel the hot blood flowing back into his stomach, and even his throat could taste the fishy-sweet taste——

"Mr. Samurai is really merciless~"

The orange-haired young man complained half-truthfully, "Obviously we have touched the back of our necks."

Afu Rabbit on the spaceship was staring down: "..."

Okay, their leader started playing hooligans again.

“那难道是什么不能打架的关系吗？”完全没觉得“摸后颈”这种不太理解的关系应该让他手下留情，安定面无表情的反问道：“摸了后颈就不能战斗了吗？”

"No, of course not."

The distance between the two of them is already very close at this moment. The blue-haired Fu Sangshen is squatting slightly and raising his head upwards. Shenwei's orange twisted braid hangs down and can touch the tip of An Ding's nose. As long as he bows his head, he will be there. Can……

With a "boom", the orange-haired young man who was completely excited slammed down a head hammer, and it hit the blue-haired Fusangshen's forehead firmly - the tightly grasped blade could not only prevent Mr. Samurai from stabbing the sword The deeper it is, the more it can hinder his action of withdrawing his sword and dodging. Even if he wants to pull out the blade to dodge, he has to see if he can compete with Yetu's strength.

Completely fixed this knife on his body, being aroused by Yetu's fierceness flowing in his blood, Kamui opened his narrowed eyes, the eyes of the same color as the sky were full of excited killing intent, he quickly He let go of one hand, squeezed the terrifying force into his fist and swung it down:

"—This is a relationship where you should enjoy fighting to the fullest~"

Resolutely let go of the hilt of the knife, An Ding suddenly lowered his body, dodging the terrifying punch, and immediately raised his arms to block in front of him, and received a whip kick that came across him.

Almost like a cannonball, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen slammed into the wall, and the ferocious guy who was burning with Yetu stepped on the ground and rushed over without any delay. The powerful force made several cracks on the deck. He didn't intend to give the other party time to pick up the knife again, he didn't even pull out the blade still stuck between his chest and abdomen, and rushed into the rising smoke with his fists clenched.

"Sure enough, Mr. Samurai can quench my hunger and thirst—?"

The face with murderous intent in the excitement froze for a moment, and even his movements froze in mid-air. The reason was that Fu Sangshen, who was supposed to hit the side of the cargo boat, was nowhere to be seen. Shenwei's expression froze for a few cracks.

Immediately, the blue pupils froze, feeling a cold threat at the neck, Kamui leaned back decisively - a blue arc flashed, and it would pass by the orange-haired youth's neck , bringing out a line of blood in the distance.

The blue lightning lights up, An Ding holds the kunai that he touched from the deck with one hand, and holds it in the posture of holding a short knife in his forehand. On him, the occasional flashes of light show his own sense of existence.

The blue-and-white camellia bathrobe was already stained with a large amount of other people's blood, An Ding slowly spit out a mouthful of "zilazila" and could feel the white mist of scorching breath in the air. The blood flowed over the right eye, and there were even some broken hair stuck to the forehead, sticking some fluffy hair to the skin in a mess.

An Ding wiped the blood from his forehead indifferently, so as not to flow into his eyes to block his vision. Two pairs of azure blue pupils of the same color looked at each other.

"The good show...has just begun."

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If both sides are holding the swords in their hands fairly, and the swordsmanship is quite the same strength, this battle that only focuses on swordsmanship may be a draw.

But such reciprocal conditions will not easily appear, and there will always be one party at a disadvantage while the other party has an advantage.

That's the case with the battle between California Kiyomitsu and Okita Sougo.

They have the same eye color, the same swordsmanship, the same habit of using the sword, and even the same height (after Qing Guang put on five-centimeter high heels), if they just compete in swordsmanship, each of them can fight for [-] rounds evenly with one sword... But There is a prerequisite for this, that is, to only compete in swordsmanship.

During the days spent in the port mafia, Kiyoko learned not only the martial arts taught by Nakahara Chuya, but also the throwing knife taught by Mori Ogai. The biggest gain should belong to the dark red light shining on him at this moment— —Mr. Chuya's gravity ability.

Even after seeing that the guy with chestnut hair and red eyes was holding An Ding's body knife, Qingguang did not choose to stop immediately. After all, he learned not only supernatural powers and physical skills from Mr. Nakaya, but also the habits of Hong Kong black cadres. Kiyomitsu's habit of convincing people first and then asking questions has also been slightly affected.

Accurately avoiding the stable body knife, Qingguang did not hesitate to press several times the gravity on the body of the young man with chestnut hair. He seldom used supernatural powers in this way, so the corresponding effect was not so obvious.

But even if Mr. Nakaya can't press the enemy directly into the ground, it can still make the guy who is trying to stand up lying on the ground unable to get up. Kiyomitsu put the body knife in the red scabbard, stepped on high-heeled boots Walking in front of the guy who was firmly suppressed by gravity on the ground, he swept away the long hem of the black and red uniform, squatted down, narrowed his red pupils slightly, and asked with a long tail:

“你是在哪里得到这把刀的？”