Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

This morning, Purgatory Xingshourou, who was wearing a private suit, explained to me loudly.

"The Demon Slayer Squad mostly uses knives, which are actually inherited from the last batch of samurai warriors at the end of the Tokugawa period." He pointed to me the red flaming solar saber hanging on his waist. The combination of flame-like red and pure white scabbard is truly It's so beautiful, I couldn't help but stick my eyes when I touched it.

With great difficulty, he pulled his eyes away, turned back to the smiling eyes, and listened to him continue.

"The active history of the naginata dates back to earlier times."

"Hmm...according to Yanrong's legend, he came from the era of Minamoto Yoshitsune." Knowing my partner's background so well, I confirmed Mr. Purgatory's guess.

"That's right. The face and handle of the naginata are heavy and long. People who are not burly or born with supernatural powers cannot wield it. There is a saying that has been handed down for a long time called 'Naginata monk, warrior/soldier/sword'" he thinks When he arrived at Yan Zhu in the team, he pondered, "There are also monks in our team who don't use the sun wheel knife because they are too powerful."

"Mr. Yan Zhu?" I subconsciously tilted my head.

"Yes, so ghost slaying is not limited to the sun wheel 'knife'. In the battle with the first string, the blade that turned red at the end is the other possibility you mentioned, right?" This bold-looking Yan Zhu In fact, he is as meticulous as a hair, and has a comprehensive view of the overall situation and detailed control of the details at the same time.

So I nod again.

The extremely reassuring Mr. Purgatory continued: "From your strength and endurance that day, there is indeed no weapon that is more suitable for you than this knife."

"Your knife is very special." I watched him turn his head and glanced at Miss Ganlusi and Purgatory Qianshourou, who nodded knowingly and retreated to the edge. "Based on the unique system of basic skills, Fusangshen's weapon usage, and your own fighting instinct, these three different styles are mixed together."

As he spoke, he put his thumb against the jaw of the knife and leaned forward slightly. The sound of the knife being unsheathed sounded in the dojo where only he was speaking.

"It's a pity that I can't compete with you in your heyday."

His fighting spirit slowly increased with the movement of drawing the knife, until the knife was completely unsheathed, and the aura of the smiling person on the opposite side had reached its peak.

"Come." He lowered the tip of the knife, showing his strength and demeanor as a senior: "Attack!"

I raised my knife in response—

"Clang!" Naginata almost dropped his hand.

I looked at the young man who put his hand on his waist and slowly retracted the saber back into its sheath, and the right forearm suddenly felt the loss of strength after being hit by the back of the saber.

There is no pain, but it is still certain that if this blow hits the body, the short-term combat power of this hand will be useless.

Fast and strong.

While I was exerting strength, he completed the body possession, impact, flipping the blade, retracting force, slashing, retracting the blade—all actions.

Just this moment of muscle explosion, the oppressive feeling belonging to the top of the Ghost Killing Squad has dominated the entire area.

"Be serious, Hua." A playful voice with a little smile sounded in my ear, "It's just a knife fight, maybe I'm better!"

"Amplify your breath, hold your knife tightly, and hit me, or—" The voice of the knife being unsheathed with a few invisible afterimages, the voice of the voice suddenly amplified from my side, the left side that is the main force The wrist was tapped provocatively: "Prevent me!"

I gripped the handle of the knife trembling slightly, unexpectedly...

As the opponent, Mister Purgatory is actually like this!

Obviously the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, and his words were equally relaxed and happy, but——

The vigorous fighting spirit that burns and climbs like flames, the relentless sense of terror and oppression, the precise strike that seizes all available weaknesses, and the aggressiveness that is pressing every step of the way, this, this...

——Isn't this even more exciting!

Aroused by my desire to compete, I turned sideways, my left hand used as support and control lightly shook the contact surface, my elbow turned inward, my right hand exerted force, and I rolled over——

The face of the blade drew a huge half-arc from the air, and slashed in his direction from top to bottom!

But I never thought that this person didn't want to block at all. The heat on my left wrist disappeared, and the breath appeared behind me. The trajectory of the knife was similar to that of the breath of flame, the shape of two, and the rise of Yan Tian, ​​from bottom to top, straight to The right wing is weak!

Realizing that the blow must be empty, I simply jumped sideways along with the force, and took advantage of the extra gap to change hands, and the blade that was about to hit the ground obediently turned over, and directly slid upwards with the unabated momentum of the fall!

"噗!呵——" There was an endless sound of metal friction between the naginata and the sword, and we passed sideways, and we saw the joy of enjoying the battle in each other's eyes.

The person on the opposite side has never been the one to respond passively. If I fail with one blow on my side, the next blow on the other side has already been met.

The sound of breaking through the air and the hunting sound of Bubo approached from behind, and it was too late to turn around at this time.

So I pirouetted, kicked back—

I slammed myself into his arms, and there was a sound of collision between the shoulder blades and the chest behind me. Taking advantage of the fact that the people behind seemed to be caught off guard by this move, I held the handle of the knife as a stick, and swept back!

However, he underestimated this person's crisis instinct. An arm stronger than this body's strength several times crossed his collarbone and shoulders, and the other hand holding the knife turned upside down. The handle of the knife is enlarged in front of my eyes——

In this state, I can't keep up with my strength, and I'm not proficient in swordsmanship and swordsmanship. I couldn't help but feel angry and use all my strength to bump my head back into the back—that's because I want to imprison me. Very close jaw.

"Bang!" The voice was louder than before, and I even heard Miss Ganlusi's low exclamation.

Aha!

Unexpectedly!

Having successfully escaped, I raised my head triumphantly.

The ancestral head hammer of the Zaomen family is well-deserved!

Purgatory Qianshourou on the side looked at his brother who seemed a little confused, lowered his head suddenly, and his shoulders shook a few times quickly.

I was already screaming and waving the two-meter broadsword, and then rushed back.

Hit it while you're in a daze!

For a while, the sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly.

Two people, one is in a special state that doesn't feel tired at all, and the other is also a physical monster that can drag two hundred ordinary hostages alone. When they really fight, it's a bang, bang, bang, resounding through the entire purgatory House.

Because of this, among the attracted people, besides the snake Zhu Yihei Xiaobanei who has been elusive all the time, there is another one—an elder who is even more invisible.

He looks very similar to Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang, with orange-red gradient long hair, sword eyebrows, tired and decadent expression, beard that has not been taken care of for a long time, carrying a flagon, even with a shaky figure, you can still see it when walking From the steady footwork, the unconscious walking route and the subconscious scanning habits, it can be seen that this is a powerful and experienced swordsman - once.

Even if it was deliberately ignored, the continuous sound of swords and swords all morning would make him too noisy.

There has been no interruption, which means that the outcome is still undecided.

One is obviously the knife of his eldest son, and the sound of the other knife is more dull, obviously lacking in strength, but it can wield this unknown heavy soldier just right.

And as a former member of the Ghost Killing Squad, even through layers of wooden barriers, he can still comprehend the ever-increasing insanity and joy that came from it, even the other master of the swordsman was so excited .

Even the spectators were affected by the emotions.

He's an infectious guy.

——He was different, he just couldn't stand the noise, he was just a little curious.

Thinking about it this way, since the mistress of this family passed away, the man who has never set foot in the dojo, for the first time, pushed open the hidden sliding door.

……

What Mr. Purgatory said is right. Now that his strength is weak and his sword skills have not been fully refined, I have little chance of winning against him who has gone through death and comprehended more.

From the dawn of dawn to the daylight entering the dojo, my disadvantages became more and more obvious.

I have a hunch that maybe it won't be long before the big naginata will come out of my hand, and the tip of his knife will be aimed at me.

In another close fight, I noticed an unusual movement in the air.

At the same time, the sound of sliding the door sounded.

Who is it again?

I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and hurriedly glanced at the man who appeared at the door, with orange-red hair, probably some elder.

The handle of the knife has gradually begun to drop without the burden, I tried to regain my extra mind and gritted my teeth.

Is this the end?

On the opposite side, while attacking intensively and using his brain, he also had to guard against the girl's various unexpected moves. In fact, his physical strength was almost exhausted.

In what was clearly the last blow, he found that his opponent even took the time to glance at the door.

He also heard the movement, but did not turn back because of his unusual concentration this time, Purgatory Kyojuro seized this opportunity, and he suddenly exploded with all his remaining strength, and thus, the outcome——

There was a smell of alcohol drifting in from the door, which was an all-too-familiar scent for the purgatory family.

He turned his head in astonishment, and saw the man standing against the light at the door, who hadn't set foot here for a long time... Father.

The big naginata he was holding came out of his hand.

But at first, I thought it was over, but in the reflection of the tall and bright blade, I saw the rare absence of my opponent.

Win or lose!

--still have a chance!

I immediately withdrew my hands and retreated, my brain turned on high-speed calculations, and kicked my left foot hard to jump up to a high place. The calculated highest point, the big naginata falling in a parabola, was just a hair away from me!

However, the muscle fibers from Hanako are no longer strong enough to support me to hold the handle of the falling knife.

Don't give up, there is still hope.

There must be a way to win without holding a knife, just in my memory, don't worry, think about it——

'The attack range of the naginata is very wide...'

No, not this sentence.

'Don't use the knife handle as a decoration...'

It's close, but not quite.

'The large naginata blade and handle are heavy and long...'

--This is it!

I leaned back directly, brushed the falling trajectory of the big naginata, and then followed closely behind, stepping on the handle that was heavy enough, with the momentum of falling alone with a knife——

He was shocked by Purgatory Kyojuro who was in an emergency one-handed horizontal knife defense.

The huge momentum forced him to retreat, and I—naturally couldn't let him do what he wanted.

With the tip of his toe, he kicked under the handle of the knife, using the knife he held as a fulcrum, the heavy steel handle hit his knee precisely!

He unexpectedly fell backwards.

it's not finished yet!

The time-consuming combos and Jedi counterattacks caused my adrenaline to be secreted at an extremely high speed. Unknowingly, even the heartbeat of this body began to rise violently——

Purgatory Kyojuro has been converted to holding a knife with both hands,

And I put myself on the whole handle of the knife.

"bass!"

It was the sound of blades crossing again.

And my hand held those slightly trembling wrists, with gravity, pressing——

While panting violently, the scarlet blade of the Da Dao pressed against the neck of the person below.

"In terms of sword skills, you are indeed better!"

I tried to adjust my breathing, trying to calm down the surge of excitement and satisfaction, facing the slightly dilated pupils, "But this battle——"

From this angle, the hilt of the naginata obliquely pressed across his chest, waist, and knees that were about to bend, and the wide blade slashed against his ear, and a few strands of golden-red hair were broken together.

I pressed my knees hard against the hilt of the knife and the corner of his clothes to prevent him from counterattacking. I leaned over and announced with a big smile:

"I won! Xing Julang!"