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In Zenyuan Maki's hands, the naginata was brandished like a big sword—it was originally a weapon suitable for women, and with the blessing of her extraordinary strength, every time she swung it, it could make a sound of piercing the air.This naginata is probably also a magic tool, because Murata felt the surge of magic power on it.

And Zhenyi said that her sister is not talented as a conjurer, nor can she use spell power to fight.

Another blow missed, and it almost wiped off the opponent's snow-white and soft haori sleeve.The feather fabric is surprisingly soft, and it floats away softly with a little airflow, which is as irritating as its master who is blindly avoiding; Zenin Maki inserted the naginata into the ground, twisted his waist and kicked Murata horizontally.

It was obviously a sudden change of movement, but the other party seemed to be living in her mind, pinching her for half a second before raising her leg, avoiding it just right, with her right hand still pressing on the handle of the knife.He dodged lightly and with ease, his right hand still pressing the handle of the knife.

Chanyuan Maki gritted her molars: "You are drawing your sword! Who do you look down on?!"

The naginata was suddenly thrown down by her, she bent her knees and broke the stick, then threw the broken stick out.Murata wanted to dodge to avoid the stick, Zenyuan Maki seized the gap in his dodge, and directly took half of the naginata as a short knife and slashed at Murata.

The blade was sharp and wrapped in the wind, but it was close to the front of Murata in a blink of an eye-the Japanese sword that had been worn on the waist pried into the gap in an instant, the blade was not out of the sheath, and the black scabbard just blocked the blade of the naginata.The moment the iron objects collided, sparks seemed to burst out, and the taste of raw, cold and sweet iron spread along with the gunpowder smoke.

The scabbard slid down along the blade of the naginata, and the person holding the hilt of the naginata instantly drew closer to the owner of the naginata.The moment Zenin Maki sensed that the distance was getting closer, she gave up the naginata without hesitation and jumped back.

Murata's speed was much faster than Zennin Maki's imagination; she had decisively chosen to abandon the knife at the moment the distance was getting closer, and the end of the Japanese knife still hit her ribs.The sharp and dull pain spread from the ribs to the whole chest, Zenyuan Maki rolled back a circle and then stood up, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from her forehead across her beautiful cheeks.

Murata did not pursue the victory, he praised: "You are good at using the naginata."

Chanyuan Maki wiped the cold sweat off her face with the back of her hand, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Why didn't you draw your sword? Or do you think you don't need to draw your sword to deal with me?"

Murata said frankly: "It would be unfair to everyone if I draw the sword, so I will not draw the sword against the contestants... Wow!"

He dodged Zenyuan Maki's fist, which was obviously a girl's slender fist, and suddenly hit a sharp wind in the air.

It was empty again.

Chanyuan Maki gritted her back molars, feeling powerless as if her fist had hit the cotton - no matter what moves she used or what attack she changed temporarily, Murata would always dodge her one step ahead.It was as if... as if Murata had guessed what kind of attack she was going to use the moment she moved her body.

Still the scabbard.As long as the distance is shortened, the black scabbard seems to be everywhere, it can be inserted from any gap, and hit the vulnerable parts of the person.

After a brief exchange of three or two moves, Zenin Maki had no choice but to take the initiative to distance herself from Murata again.

Murata held the handle of the knife, but still did not catch up.Zenyuan Maki's overly stubborn and murderous eyes gave him a headache. After all, Murata has no habit of killing ordinary people.Even when encountering a curse master on the street, when the other party does not take the initiative to hurt others, Murata will turn a blind eye and close his eyes to pretend not to see the other party.

It is not in the kendo arena now, he is not holding a wooden sword, and Zenyuan Maki is not his opponent in the kendo competition.What Murata said just now was not provocative, he was really asking Zenyuan Maki a question.

But Zenyuan Maki obviously didn't care about Murata's wishes. After Murata didn't catch up to make up the knife, she looked more angry, and when she rushed up for the third time, she punched more fiercely!A bullet/bullet brushed against the side of her face abruptly and hotly, and red blood beads appeared slowly and belatedly from the thin line of blood.

Murata turned her head to dodge the bullet ahead of time, while Zenin Maki, bearing the pressure of the bullet/bullet, bent her knees against Murata's chest—but failed—she felt her knees being pressed down by Murata as soon as she lifted her thighs .With this press, Murata moved closer, and the scabbard slammed dangerously around Zenyuan Maki's shoulder, and the others also stepped back to the side.

The place where the scabbard hit was numb and sore, Zenyuan Maki's clenched right hand suddenly softened.

The person who shot the bullet and made a sneak attack whistled in the bushes: "What a mess, the tail of the crane."

Murata landed on the ground and stood firmly, the scabbard drew a round semicircle and retracted to his waist.Zenyuan Zhenyi pushed aside the grass and came out, the corners of her mouth curled upwards, and the pistol/gun she used to slide against her slender palm.

Murata was puzzled: "Should the penultimate and penultimate ones also mock each other? I thought you should encourage each other... Woohoo!"

He quickly avoided the bullet shot by Zenyuan Zhenyi and blinked.Zenyuan Zhenyi gritted his teeth and stared at him: "I want you to take care of it!"

"The end of the crane is mine, you can find someone else."

Murata was attacked, but he didn't get angry.He raised a hand and retorted obediently: "But she hasn't told me where Knotweed Yuren is."

Zenyuan Zhenyi rolled his eyes and threw a map to Murata: "The red dot is the place where I last saw Yuzu Yujin. He was being followed by Todo Aoi, and he couldn't get away for a while. You can go there." find him."

She was not happy, so the map she threw was very powerful.Murata caught it effortlessly, moved his eyes to Zenyuan Maki who was holding his ribs, and said sincerely: "Don't you need me to stay and help? I feel that you can't beat her..."

Zenyuan Zhenyi had a cold face: "If you don't want to eat my bullets/bullets again, just keep your mouth shut!"

Murata shrugged, indicating that he was listening.After he got the map, he stopped looking at Zenyuan Maki. After unfolding the map, he checked the terrain a little, and he could easily match where they were standing now.After all, it is just a temporary examination room, no matter how complicated the terrain is, it will not be too complicated.

What's more, as long as Murata is willing to use his brain, he will never get lost even without a map.

The direction of the wind, the breathing of the vegetation, and all traces of the existence of life are all coordinates that can be seen in his [eyes].The same goes for mantras.

How the spell power on the spell tool flows, how the conjurers mobilize their muscles, whether they want to attack or distance themselves in the next second - these are not secrets at all in Murata's eyes.You can see everything clearly through the world, even if you close your eyes.

Because the [eyes] are too good, Murata can learn everything very quickly.No matter what kind of sword skill, watching the teacher demonstrate it once can make it better.

Just as Murata was trying to find a location, a huge explosion mixed with huge waves lifted trees.Murata, who was not too far away, was blown by the hot wind, and the paper map in his hand, which was not very resistant, was broken in half from the middle.

The map drawn by Zenyuan Zhenyi's simple strokes on it was also blurred by the hot wind.Murata looked at the dizzy notes, and slowly opened his mouth: "Ah, this..."

He turned his head and looked at the end of the heat wave.With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw it from a distance—the panda was fighting the robot?

Murata whistled and became excited: "Wow! Is the real version of King Kong vs. Orangutan? Cool! Take a picture and send it to Hui~"

He took out his phone and turned on the camera function.After opening it, Murata realized that the distance was a little far away. Just within three meters, a piece of broken tiles flew across; Murata dodged to avoid it, and when he looked up again, he found that the panda and the robot were not fighting anymore, and they turned their heads to look at him at the same time. .

Jiwan snorted: "Murata! This guy only has one curse core left, crush it to—"

"That, may I ask." Murata raised a hand, obediently: "Aren't you guys going to shoot? But I haven't photographed it yet. That's the one just now—oh, yes, that's the expression, Jiwan you again Set off fireworks..."

The mechanical pill was so angry that the parts all over his body creaked and creaked, and sparks almost popped out.An angry red light flashed in his eyes: "Murata!"

Murata had no choice but to put away his cell phone, and walked over with his right hand pressed against the hilt of his sword.The panda, which had doubled in size, stared at him cautiously, baring its fangs unconsciously.

Mechanical Pill lowered his voice: "The third spell core is..."

Murata seriously suggested to Panda: "It's better to abstain now? You can't beat me together—wow, do you guys in Tokyo school like to fight without listening to what people have to say?"

The panda's speed was not slow, but in Murata's eyes, it was ridiculously slow; he dodged sideways and kicked the panda's waist jokingly.Obviously it didn't seem to be using much force, but the panda was kicked three meters away and fell off the roof!

It rolled around on the ground, struggled to get up, and supported its body with one hand.Jijiwan seized this momentary flaw, and the arm jet accelerator was about to rush to the panda to make up the knife!

Before he had time to spurt and accelerate to rush down, Murata strangled his neck and pulled him back.The mechanical pill was hit so that half of the parts crackled and fell down, and shouted angrily: "Murata! Don't make trouble for me if you don't help!"

"Isn't the other side already injured? Alright, alright, we're communicating with Saiye, just go to the end—"

"Go to your point! The other side is not human at all, is it? It's just a doll... Murata, isn't your excessive sympathy spreading to ordinary people enough?"

The reaction of the mechanical pill was a bit loud, and the one above even hit Murata with its mechanical arm, but Murata easily stopped it with one hand.He picked up the mechanical pill and carried it on his shoulder, and jumped off the roof lightly. With a bright smile on his face, he waved to the panda: "My classmate has a bad temper. I apologize for his trash talk."

Panda: "Ah... oh...it's okay...then, that—you are from the Kyoto school, right?"

Murata blinked and smiled: "Don't worry too much about Jijiwan, he likes to talk nonsense when he is angry. Do you want to abstain now? Although I won't kill a good classmate from my sister school, I can still be stunned Made it."

panda:"……"

Although he smiled brightly, this sentence is definitely a threat, right?And when he was talking, why did this guy keep aiming at the real position of the curse core on his body?Is it a coincidence?coincidence? !

It sighed, and covered its face with its furry paws: "Wow, to be the first to abstain - no, I don't seem to be human either."

[Group battle at the exchange meeting, pandas—abstaining from voting]

"But, Murata-kun, don't your classmates usually communicate with each other?"

Murata, holding the cursed mechanical pill in one hand and exchanging contact information with the panda with the mobile phone in the other, was taken aback when he heard this, and raised his head: "Communication, definitely."

The panda glanced at Jiwan, who was suppressed by Murata's force and kept cursing, and couldn't help it: "I always feel that you are different from the rest of the Kyoto school."

"It's all the same, what's the difference?"

Murata carried his classmates on his shoulders, with sincere doubts on his face: "My classmates and I have always been united and friendly, helping each other..."

"Mutual help and mutual help! Today, I will break up with you when I leave the gate of Tokyo school! All contact methods are blacked out-damn Murata, put me down!!!"

Murata poked the light bulb on Jiwan's back waist in distaste, and said earnestly: "Jiwan, we are not children anymore, so don't threaten us with childish words like blackmailing contacts every time we quarrel, okay?"