What made you have the illusion that I am the protagonist! ?

——Although I was reminded...

"Ahahaha, I really didn't expect that we would meet so soon."

That night, Tomi and Diarmuid, who had returned late because they were watching the parade in Gion, saw the rumored Thousand Swordsman Killing in a small alley in Kyoto.

The other party was a small man dressed as an ordinary ronin. He was unexpectedly young, maybe only about 15 years old, but his face had a coldness that did not belong to this age.

What made Fuyuya confirm the identity of the other party was the unique sword aura of a master swordsman that lingered on his body. On the sword and wakizashi straddling his waist, the bloody aura was so thick that it seemed to overflow out of the scabbard.

"You are the Westerner and his companions who made trouble for Kyoto!"

Fuyumi scratched his cheeks, "For the sake of Kyoto?...It's not enough."

"...It doesn't matter, I'm a reformer of the Changzhou Fan Restoration, Fei Cun Ba Dao Zhai. Although we have no grievances or enmity, but for the sake of the new era, I can only ask you to die!" Fei Cun Jianxin didn't care about Fuyomi's words Denial, people are creatures that are extremely afraid of death, they can say anything at the moment of life and death, there are too many people who vehemently deny their crimes in front of him, he believes in his own intelligence network more than that.

"Assassin, take back your slander on my Lord's reputation!"

The upright knight never had a good impression of this kind of assassin who hides his head and shows his tail. He stepped forward to block Fuyuya behind him, and two guns appeared in his hand, one long and one short.

——Himura frowned, because even he didn't find out where the other party took out the weapon.

But Toya stopped, "Wait a minute, Diarmuid, let me do it. I haven't met a good opponent for a long time. If I don't exercise my muscles, my sword will rust."

Diarmuid was helpless, but obediently stepped aside.

Fuyuya took a step forward and unwrapped the wrapping cloth on the long knife.

During this period, Fei Village didn't seem to stop him at all. For him, it doesn't matter who the opponent is, anyway, he will fall under his sword in the end.

On the contrary, Fuyuya's weapon made him a little surprised. The alleys in Kyoto are very narrow, almost only allowing two people to walk side by side. It is not a good idea to wield a five-foot-long Otachi in such a place. Most of the ronin and samurai of the era had two swords hanging from their waists, a sword for fighting, and a wakizasa for emergency, which had a lot to do with their not-so-wide fighting environment.

Fuyuya drew out his sword unceremoniously, and put on a defensive posture, "Okay, let's start? You use Iaijutsu, so I'll draw the sword first."

And Feicun also lowered his center of gravity, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand at his waist.

He didn't draw his sword immediately, he wanted to wait for the opponent to show his flaws first, but after a long stalemate, Fei Village didn't find any flaws in the opponent's posture that could be exploited.

Fei Cun was more cautious. From this posture alone, it could be seen that although he didn't know where the opponent came from, he was indeed one of the strongest enemies he had encountered since he joined the Reformation School.

There was no trace of tension on Fuyumi's face, "Aren't you going to attack? If that's the case, I'll just..."

--It's now! !

Taking advantage of the other party's chance to speak, Fei Cun finally drew his sword, and it was one of his strongest killing moves now.

——Flying Sword Flow, Long Xiang Flash Break!

……finally come.

Dazzling sword light came towards him, and Dongmi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The slash from bottom to top directly cut towards the opponent's throat, this hit would definitely directly result in a headless corpse, Fuyuya didn't want to do that.

The sword intent of Fei Cun Drawing Swordsman is very fierce, and the drawing sword technique is a move that can burst out the strongest blow at the moment of unsheathing, even Fuyuya cannot guarantee 100% defense.But for him, the most dangerous draw is the draw that has not yet drawn the sword. Once the opponent makes a move, there is always a way to deal with it.

——Four Shapes Crescent Moon!

The two swords struck together, and there was a clear sound of gold and iron clashing. I don't know if it was because I intuitively felt that Dongmi had another trick, or it was just a coincidence. The opportunity to borrow strength is also to gather momentum and launch a second wave of attacks.

——Flying Sword Flow, Dragon Nest Flash Bite!

——Three Types: Yukiri!

Facing Feicun's chaotic attack, Fuyuya could only use offense instead of defense to deal with it. The swords of the two kept colliding in the air, and if there was a slight difference, it would be the result of mutual injury, but such a result did not appear after all.

At first, Diarmuid watched this narrow encounter anxiously and worriedly, but after seeing it, he gradually felt at ease.

The essence of the sword drawing technique lies in the first blow out of the scabbard, the so-called vigorous effort, then decline, and three exhaustion, as early as Feicun's first blow of drawing the sword failed, the result of this battle In fact, it has already been decided.

Even after excluding the sword-drawing part, Feicun's swordsmanship is very good, but due to his age, his height, physique and strength are all at a disadvantage. The big sword is heavier than the sword, and it is also a counter attack. Every time Attacking Feicun will suffer a little dark loss. Of course, Toyomi will also spend more energy, but overall it is still profitable.

Even though Feicun is now on the active offensive side, and his lord can only defend passively, but in fact, Fuyumi has already taken the initiative, and he can counterattack when the shower-like offensive stops——

At this moment, the Heroic Spirit's perception beyond ordinary people discovered something, and hurriedly called Fuyuya who was still fighting.

"...Toyomi-sama, someone is here."

"Ah, I found out too." It was Toya Ishitani who stopped first. During the battle, his five senses were also raised to the strongest state.

Fei Cun Badao Zhai didn't pursue him—in fact, he couldn't pursue him either.

"... Huhu, well, we're almost done fighting, right?"

As if echoing what Fuyuya said, the sword in Fei Cun's hand was finally broken due to repeated fierce collisions in the battle. He frowned and inserted the broken sword back into its sheath.

The sword used by Fuyuya was brought out from home before he ran away this time, and it is also the first sword that truly belongs to him.

The name of the sword is "Liberation". It is not a well-known sword, but this daitai sword is a combination of modern materials and craftsmanship and the method of ancient swordsmiths. Regardless of the sharpness, just in terms of the quality of the blade, it may exceed [-]% of this era. Nine famous swords.

What's more, the sword in Feicun's hand is not a famous sword.

"—You won." The [-]-year-old Ba Dao Zhai said bluntly that he had already harvested the lives of many people. Killing people will also kill them one day. This is the consciousness of a sword-wielding person.

"My sword won, let's fight again next time you change to a better sword." Dongmi put the sword back into its sheath, and smiled at him, "It's time for you to leave now, if you don't want to be catch it."

Himura Kenshin glanced at Fuyuya, convinced that he really did not intend to kill him, so he simply walked away.

Ten seconds later, a small group of swordsmen wearing light green Yamagata haori arrived at this inaccessible alley.

"Yo, we meet again, Mr. who kindly showed us the way." Fuyuya greeted the leader.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Seeing that the alley was empty except for two people, Souji Okita gritted his teeth.