Crimson Blade

In the darkness of nothingness, the projection of a stone slab is suspended in mid-air, and bunches of blue Bana flowers are blooming in the mud below.Originally, this space should have been so peaceful, but today's unexpected guests broke the tranquility.

The man with the scarlet ponytail was sent here by the crack in the space, and the projection on the stone slab seemed to be startled by him who was in a coma, and the invisible force rippled and gathered on the unexpected visitor.

The cyan Bana flower swayed, and a transparent giant sword appeared out of thin air above the man's head, but in the next second, a space crack full of danger appeared silently and swallowed him, and the dark giant sword also appeared So dissipate.

In another world, snowflakes dance in the sky, and thick snow has already piled up on the ground. In front of a hut, a charcoal seller is bidding farewell to his wife with a basket on his back.

"The snow has finally fallen a little bit, and I just happened to go to the town while taking this opportunity."

"Be careful!"

His wife, Kuizhi Zaomen, held the door frame and said, beside her were two children carved in powder and jade, blinking their ignorant eyes at the departing father.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon after I sell the charcoal!"

The man named Kamado Tanjuro waved his hands and smiled softly at his wife, the flower notes on his ears twitching slightly.

Although the heavy snow like goose feathers has turned into sparse light snow, the frozen mountain road is not easy for ordinary people to walk.

And after bidding farewell to his wife, Zaomen Tanjuro walked down the mountain step by step on the snow. Obviously the snow was thick, but the charcoal seller seemed to walk effortlessly.

The rhythmic breathing was the only sound in this silent mountain forest, and the dark red markings seemed to be alive on the charcoal seller's forehead.

Kamado Tanjuro, who was walking on foot in the half-meter-deep snow, stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyes didn't move after sweeping the snow.

There...someone!

Tanjuro, who appeared to be an ordinary person on the surface, silently held the handle of the ax behind his back, tensed his muscles and walked step by step towards the snowdrift not far away.

You have to be cautious, who knows if there will be hungry ghosts hunting their prey in this icy world?

But as the distance approached, Tanjuro put down his vigilance instead.Because this breath is too weak, like the struggle of a dying person.

Sure enough, Tanjuro, who was digging open the snowdrift, sighed at the child who was frozen unconscious, and said with some self-mocking: "Ah, I'm still a child!"

"It seems that there is no way to sell charcoal today!"

"So, that's why I'm at your house!" The little boy woke up with scarlet shawl-length hair, holding a ceramic cup full of tea in both hands, and said gratefully, "My name is Himuraken, thank you for your rescue..."

"Without you, I might freeze to death in the snow.

"This is what we should do, not to mention that you are still a child!" Kuizhi Twisted a hot towel in his hand, and replied softly, "You must know that I am also a mother!"

Uh, Hearing Kuizhi's words, Fei Cunren blinked quickly, looked at his little hand helplessly, and thought:

It is indeed a child...

Even I didn't expect that after the first time I traveled through death, I would travel again, and my body became smaller.

Feeling his own small body reborn after being put to death, Fei Cunren's expression was a little dazed, and his thoughts gradually returned to before he lost consciousness.

During the last years of the Shogunate, countless new ideas were put forward, and the old system of the world was facing challenges. The collision between the weapons of the new era and the samurai of the old era is the epitome of some changes in the world.

The edge of the forest at night.

Flames flew, and bullets spewed out of Gatling's wooden barrel. A man in a black kimono held a knife in his left hand, and barely stood on the ground with the scabbard in his right hand.

Facing the unavoidable murderous intent, the man just raised his hand and drew out the long knife at an extremely fast speed, shooting down the bullet at a speed that ordinary people can't understand.

The crimson single ponytail flicked lightly, the silver knife light flashed in the night, accompanied by a clanging sound, bullets rolled down at his feet one after another.

"Impossible, how can the speed of the knife be faster than the wooden warehouse!" The big man holding Gatling, as the only spectator present, looked at this ghost-like man with incredible eyes.

Yes, the Japanese wooden guns in the last years of the shogunate have long been accepted by people, and samurai are gradually withdrawing from the stage.

Sensing the astonishment in the man's heart, Fei Cunren adjusted his rapid breathing, holding the long knife tightly in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up to reveal a bitter smile.

After all, how can humans be compared with machines, how can the cutting speed of knives catch up with bullets.

But is it really impossible?

Under the continuous battle, every time Fei Cunren took a breath, his lungs were accompanied by a tearing sensation, but so what?

Seeing the fear unconsciously revealed in the expression of the strong man controlling Gatling not far away, and then looking around at the piled up corpses, Himura Ren straightened his posture with difficulty, and the scarlet single ponytail flicked out. A nice arc.

"Ahem...hahaha, Mu Cangxie is nothing more than that." He laughed out of embarrassment.

"You guy..."

The brawny man gritted his teeth and looked at this legend, who is also a disciple of the sword master and the inheritor of the Flying Sword Master School, and then turned his face twisted, and shouted ferociously:

"Since you let go of Drawing Swordsman Feicun Jianxin, then you can stay in his place!"

"Don't think I don't know, you're already at the end of your rope!"

The strong man's words made Fei Cunren, who was holding the knife, tremble slightly in his heart. After killing so many people with one enemy and one hundred, he still exhausted his mind to cut off the bullets. Now he really has almost run out of strength.

But that fellow Kenshin should have run out of the range of this mountain, Fei Cunren silently thought of his younger brother in his heart, instead of worrying about his situation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he didn't plan to go back from the beginning, burying here is his best destination.

The tongue of flames that smelled of gunpowder roared out again, and the strong man pulled the trigger frantically with fear in his heart, wanting to kill him.

However, Feicun Ren is faster than ordinary people, and one step faster than bullets.

Almost at the moment when the strong man's fingers moved slightly, his calf exerted strength instantly, and disappeared in place as soon as his breathing changed, and the bullets that were a step slower arrived late.

The Taidao in the left hand has become bumpy due to multiple slashes, but this does not prevent Himura Ren from continuing to slash bullets.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sound of bullets being chopped down continued to sound, and the wooden barrel of the strong man became red from the continuous shooting, and Fei Cunren's physical condition was also close to the limit.

The bright red blood is dripping, and everything should be over.

On the screen made up of bullets, dragon-like sword energy spewed out, Himura Ren's arm turned into a phantom, while the invisible blue dragon devoured Gatling and the strong man not far away like fireworks.

Flying Swordsman's Mysteries·Sky Dragon Flash

"Crack!"

"Oh!"

The overwhelmed Taidao ended his mission and broke in mid-air, and Gatling, whose gun was red, finally exploded.

The remaining bullets flying in the air pierced Himura Ren's lower abdomen, shoulders and thighs smoothly because there was no knife to stop him, which made the young swordsman fall to his knees unbearably.

Explosions sparked flames, and dead leaves in the summer forest sparked fires.

This is also very good, because he lost too much blood and his consciousness has been blurred. He watched the flames ignite and licked his skin and prepared to face death.

The loss of blood caused his consciousness to fall into nothingness, so Fei Cunren didn't see the scene where his body was swallowed by the dark space crack, and when he woke up again, he lay on the bed in Zaomen's house.

"Can I call you Xiaoren? Don't be too polite when you stay at our house, you should have a good rest."

Kuizhi's concerned words interrupted Feicun Ren's memory, and when he came back to his senses, he said seriously to Kuizhi who took good care of himself: "Thank you very much for saving my life, so don't worry about Xiaoba. Just call!"

"Where is!"

"But it's strange to say..." Kui Zhi said with a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if thinking of something that looked at Fei Cun Ren who was in good health:

"Obviously you were already breathing very weakly when my husband brought you back, but after a while you've almost recovered."

But after much deliberation, Kuizhi still couldn't think of any good explanation, so he simply joked: "Xiao Ren is probably a child blessed by the gods, so he recovered so quickly!"

"That's right!"

The door was pushed open suddenly without a sound, Zamon Tanjuro walked into the room with hot food, and said with a meaningful smile on his face, "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it through , after all, it's freezing outside."

"But it's good that you're all right in the end!"

"Maybe I'm lucky?"

Looking at Tanjuro who was holding the food, Himura Ren said with a slight smile on his face, but he was actually very confused in his heart.

Time travel is understandable, anyway, it's not the first time.

It's just that I am lucky, or bad luck?Sensing the majestic and massive sword in his body, Himura Ren thought hesitantly.

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