[Sword Ranbu] There's something wrong with that Tsurumaru!

Almost at the same moment when the opponent drew his sword, Yuan hurriedly pulled Shingo to the back, and then resisted with the sword he had just drawn.

Zhenwu was still in a state of confusion, so he was dragged by Yuan to a place where the car was about the same distance from the door. Although he was a little unclear about the reason, he also knew that the current situation did not seem to be very good. To add to the confusion.

We can only leave here for now. He will be tied up in a fight with his own Tsurumaru here, and the opponent may use him as a meat shield.

Sensing the person behind him leaving and closing the door intimately by the way, Yuan slightly heaved a sigh of relief, and looked solemnly at the sword Fusangshen in front of him who was obviously controlled by consciousness.

And judging by the other party's performance, it seems that they know themselves. .

It turns out that being distracted on the battlefield is also possible to hurt.

The other party can't be regarded as an ordinary distraction now, and he doesn't know what is possessed inside, anyway, he rushed over while taking advantage of the original distraction.

Although it didn't cause any major wounds, Yuan's cheek was cut by the sword that came over the next time.

At this time, Yuan could only suppress those doubts in his heart, and seriously fight with the other party.

It has to be said that although the opponent's actual combat experience should be insufficient, the movements can still be seen by the naked eye as a little rusty.

But the opponent's angle is very tricky, and sometimes he makes two unexpected attacks, which is hard to guard against. Originally, he was hit twice, resulting in a cut on the leg and waist.

It can only be said that the two of them should be considered evenly matched now, but as time goes by, their physical strength will decrease more and more, but the physical strength of Karasuma or the possessed Karasuma seems to be continuous, a little It didn't seem to decrease.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and there were knife marks all over the room, and the knife marks from the fight really looked like they were demolishing the house.

It was Sanriyue's home that was demolished, but the two people on the field should not bother with it. They just want to kill each other now.

On the other side, Shingo wanted to ask someone for help, but he was thinking about it, thinking hard, he was not familiar with the people in Honmaru!

What is maintained is a relationship of balance of interests. How can it be possible to ask them to beat their companions who have shared weal and woe? !

How about he find someone who can talk?

Zhenwu was entangled on the road, and he didn't know whether to look for someone here or the other side, but relying on how worried he was about the battle situation on Yuan's side, he just found one side and walked over without looking back.

It can only be said that the place where she walked could not be said to be a piece of land. In the end, he walked in front of the yard with a dull head. It was a large time-turner standing there alone. . . .

There are usually not many people here at this time, the only one who can drink tea around here, most of them are packed and thrown out by him, does he really have to go back to the kitchen?

It can only be said that the sky never dies, God heard that Yuan was in danger, and immediately threw down a summoning spell, summoning all the people who went out.

Well, they actually came back by themselves, and this time the map wasn't too difficult, so they didn't suffer any injuries.

Seeing that most of the teams that came over were old swordsmen from Heianjing, Shingo weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally came to the conclusion: It doesn't matter whether he has a relationship or not, the most important thing now is the situation there, just pull it Just go there one by one!

So he rushed up, and under the doubtful eyes of the swordsmen who had just finished their expedition, he grabbed someone's arm and dragged him to that side with all his strength.

Before the poor Daojian could react, he staggered two steps forward because of the pulling force.

The dazed knives that hadn't been pulled here also responded one after another.

"Hahaha, what is the master doing?" At the critical moment, Sanriyue only heard Sanriyue laugh twice, and then intervened in this topic very embarrassingly.

"Hey, don't ask, the life of the knife is the most important thing. If you stop me again, Sanriyue, be careful not to sleep tonight, and stay in the ruins with the cool wind blowing."

Maybe this kind of threat was too useful, and the ignorant swordsmen all followed Shingo who was walking in front.

The closer Sanriyue and their room were, the more Sanriyue felt something was wrong.

Then suddenly Shingo's expression changed, and he rushed up, "Tsuraru!"

At this moment, the old swordsmen of Ping'an Jing also arrived there, only to see that Sanriyue's house had been tragically sacrificed.

In fact, it can't be regarded as a complete sacrifice. Although he only lost half of it, the set of ruins is really heartbreaking.

But obviously what Shingo cares about is not the large ruins.

What he cared about were the two inseparable people fighting in the middle of the ruins. No matter how good his physical strength was, his movements would inevitably become a little slow after fighting for so long, which gave the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him and left several wounds on him. road wound.

As for the other party, don't think about it, the other party's physical strength is like a robot full of energy, and even the wounds left on him several times before, his movements are still not slow.

This feeling is too aggrieved.

Even if the old knife of Heianjing forced the appearance of Karasuma, he knew that the current situation did not allow them to doubt their lives there, and several of them had already drawn their own swords.

But I saw that Karasuma, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly stopped, and his hand was scratched because of the sudden stop of the swung sword.

But he didn't care, the original state is that the enemy doesn't move and I don't move, after all, he looks like he's exercising too much now.

Karasuma turned his head, and the cold eyes that had never been seen before made those swords holding the main swords stunned for a moment.

"Forget it, I still have a chance to play with you, let's take it slowly." After saying these words, he turned his head to look at Yuan again.

"Come on, invaders, the game is not over."

After finishing speaking, Karasuma passed out, and Hara, standing in front of him, caught him.

Zhenwu couldn't help being confused by the other party's coquettish operation, but he still reacted and ran to Yuan.

Looking at Shingo's questioning and worried eyes, Hara shook his head at him, "The other party seems to have separated from Karasuma, and there should be no danger for the time being."

Only then did Shingo breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt a chill behind his back again.

He looked back abruptly, and saw the dark and terrifying smile on the old knife gate of Ping'an Jing.

"My lord, would you like to explain?"

My life is over!

Although Shingo shouldn't be worried with Hara beside him, he was still stunned by the other party's scary little eyes.

That day, the young and poor Shingo finally deeply felt the horror of the dark falling sword.

Small theater (if this is acting)

Author: card!It was a good shot this time.

Original: Mr. Karasuma, get up quickly, the ground is too hot.

Karasuma: Okay, sorry.

Shingo: The filming is finally over, my milk tea is at room temperature and the ice has melted.

Author: You still have the nerve to say, let you read a line, you will laugh.

Shingo: I feel that if I don’t smile at this time, I won’t be able to laugh in the next scene.

Yuan: Director, just let him go, anyway, the show is about to wrap up soon.

Author: Okay, unfortunately, yesterday I asked my good friend who is also the screenwriter to write for you the new round of being chased and killed. Scene, tsk, I thought I could shoot that scene.

Screenwriter: That scene was too cruel. If it was really going to be filmed, it would take several days. Let's stick to the original script, which is actually quite good.

Author: Okay! (all)

Shingo: Thanks to the director and the screenwriter for not killing me!

(Recently, I feel that I like writing small theaters. Is it an illusion?)

The author has something to say: I don't know how to write fighting scenes, so I didn't describe too many wonderful fighting scenes.

It is expected that the world will end in about three or four chapters.

Of course, the plan cannot keep up with the changes, and it may be extended or shortened, depending on the situation!

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