The hardest thing in the world to cut is the karma

In the depths of Shiyu Cangyanliu Dojo, there is a large room and room for entertaining guests.

Zoro and Yamamoto sat opposite each other, with a distance of three steps between them. Their respective knives were placed on the ground on the left side, within easy reach.

This is the scene that only appears when the swordsman talks to the swordsman.

It is a posture that can rise violently, draw a sword, and fight with one's life at any time.

"This is Daiginjo brewed from the wine spring in Taohuayuan." Yamamoto picked up the small cup and took a sip, "It tastes good."

Sauron unceremoniously picked up the hip flask and drank it vigorously, satisfying his addiction.

"Ha - good wine."

"Hahaha, are you drinking water? Could it be that you are a great alcoholic?"

"Ah, wine is my food." Confessing to Yamamoto's suspected provocative guess, Zoro smiled evilly at him, "Planning to get me drunk? This level is far from it."

"I have no such plan." Yamamoto said with a hearty smile and a relaxed tone, "In short, let me introduce myself again. My name is Takeshi Yamamoto, and I was originally a human being."

"Pfft——" Sauron spewed out a mouthful of old wine and shouted excitedly, "You bastard! Didn't you call yourself 'senior' to my knife just now?!"

"Well, calm down." Yamamoto patted the samurai|||sword beside him with a natural look that didn't feel inconsistent at all, "This is my half body—Shiyu Jintoki. Originally, we were close partners, now we are one."

Sauron's eyes froze, and he whispered firmly: "Human and sword are one."

"Oh, as expected of a great swordsman. It's very clear." Yamamoto laughed, and then scratched his head in trouble, "I don't know exactly how it was done, but it was already like this when I noticed it."

"I didn't expect someone to do this." Zoro looked up and down Yamamoto with the eyes of a rare beast, "I haven't heard any rumors about you."

"This is something that can't be helped. After all, it happened thousands of years ago. Shi Yu Cangyan's inheritance in the mortal world was also broken hundreds of years ago." Yamamoto lowered his eyes, his expression flashed with sadness, "The world is vicissitudes ..."

"Chopping, slashing, teasing, stabbing, sweeping... Swordsmanship is the most basic movements, sticking to the genre will only restrict oneself."

"It's an irrefutable argument. So you created the three-sword style, right?" Yamamoto once again uttered an unintentional poisonous tongue, "As far as I know, for 3000 years, people who have been able to communicate with a sword Swordsmen are very rare. Unexpectedly, today I saw a swordsman who could become attached to three 'junior'. Could it be that you are not only a drunkard, but also a great playboy."

Veins twitched on Sauron's forehead, and he said dissatisfiedly, "That's the attribute of a perverted cook, don't add it to me."

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yamamoto apologized readily, then looked at the three knives put on the ground by Zoro and said, "The Japanese word of Da Kuai Dao 21, its bond with you is a 'promise'. Da Kuai Dao 21 Gong's Hei Dao Qiu Shui, its bond with you is "past life and present life". Kuai Dao Sandai Gui Toru, its bond with you... Heh~ It should be said to be "love and kill each other". Interesting."

"Hey, you're drunk. You're talking nonsense."

"Well, I'm also the god of swords, and I won't lie about swords. Qiushui's former master, the sword hero Ryoma, was in your previous life. This is what Qiushui said himself." Yamamoto said "cold weapons can talk." Taking it for granted” as the premise, and having an incredible dialogue, “I realized after I merged with Shigure Kintoki that swords care more about their users than humans imagine. After all, being used by people is the meaning of their forging. There is nothing more cruel than putting them on the shelf."

"Hey~ This is the first time I've heard of it."

"So you are still far away. According to your current pace, if everything goes well, you will be the first to reach the state of 'unity' with Qiushui. Of course, first of all, you must not be 'eaten' by Guiche."

Sauron sneered: "Hehe, it also needs to be chewed."

"Click! Click!"

The long knife with a red sheath and a black handle was shaking restlessly, constantly colliding with the wooden floor, as if losing his temper.

This time, Yamamoto persuaded Onitsu, "Well, calm down", and at the end he even added a sentence "Yeah~ You guys have such a good relationship. Shusui-kun, please work hard. If you don't do it well, Onitou-kun will take the lead. "

Zoro swears, at that moment he heard the sound of the knife being unsheathed.

Out of maintenance of belongings, Zoro interrupted Yamamoto's words of continuing to add fuel to the fire.

"It's really kind. After realizing that I'm human, I bought a drink and gave me advice. Do you have any plans?"

"Hahaha, it's too ugly to say something about the attempt." Yamamoto put down the wine cup, the kindness and friendliness in his eyes disappeared completely, and turned into a sharp murderous look that could pierce people, "There are only a few, little It's all about selfishness."

Sauron then put down the flagon, and a strong fighting spirit was also accumulated in his sharp eyes.

"Hey~ Is there anything in me, a mortal, that God needs?"

"As I said, not being used is the cruelest thing for a sword. I have been idle for a thousand years, and I am a little... bored."

"I just want to ask a question." Sauron pulled out the word He Dao to put in his mouth, and then picked up Qiushui and Guiche, "If I defeat you, will my name be resounded in the kingdom of heaven?"

Yamamoto lifted Shigure Jintoki to his waist, and made a gesture of Iai Slash.

"It's OK to pass it to the underworld~"

The next moment, four cold lights flashed across, and the clang of swords colliding followed.

The shattered sword energy splashed from the sides of the two, and the surrounding tatami mats were turned up and blown away, leaving sword marks on the floor, wall and ceiling.

The first slash issued by the God of Sword was perfectly received by Sauron.The significance of this is probably beyond the comprehension of extraordinary people.It surpassed the speed of sound, contained strength in units of tons, was taken over by Sauron of human flesh and blood, and could continue to hold on to this strength, this courage.

Sword God Yamamoto can only say admiration.

"Pretty!"

Sauron's muscles bulged and his veins were knotted, and he didn't dare to relax under the heavy pressure.However, he was still provocative, staring at his opponent like a mad beast.

"It's not over yet!"

"Zen!" "Cen!"

The blades rubbed against each other, sending out a series of sparks.The two used their strength to jump back to widen the distance, and then jumped out of the half-destroyed Japanese room at the same time, and came to the courtyard.What follows is a dizzying offensive and defensive battle.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, with the flashes of light and the dazzling afterimages, others could not even see where the knives in their hands were.

Knife, where is it?Catching the eye for a moment!

Where is the knife?Take a turn!

Where is the knife?Looking up, from the bloody red, the shadow of defeat is written!

"hateful!"

Even though he tried his best to dodge, Yamamoto's knife still left a wound running through Zoro's abdomen.The blood instantly stained the green peony on his kimono red.

If the tip of the knife moved forward half an inch, Sauron's intestines would probably fall out at this time.

"Is it over?" Yamamoto asked regretfully.

Zoro ignored the serious injuries on his body, pulled off the black turban tied on his left arm and tied it on his head, held Qiushui and Onite in front of him, and stood crossed.Black domineering wraps around the blades, sharpening them.

"Just a little scrape."

The so-called "three-sword style" was formed by Sauron on the basis of the "two-sword style" he had learned, and added the "one-sword style" he had said in his mouth.Because of the particularity of the third knife, it is difficult to play its role in ordinary battles, and it seems redundant and cumbersome.However, the reason why the "Three Swords Style" can become a new genre is by no means as simple as three swords. The principle of 1+1>2 can also be applied to 1+2>3. The frightening thing about the "three-sword style" lies in the variables brought about by the addition of the third knife, that is, the "three-sword move".

Sensing the change in his opponent, Yamamoto smiled happily, and a layer of blue water appeared out of thin air to envelop Shiyu Jinshi.

"In this case, it would be rude for me to show mercy."

"I can't ask for it!"

After the words fell, the two kicked the ground under their feet at the same time, rushed towards each other at the same time, and swung their life-threatening moves at the same time.

"Ghost Slash!" "Axle Rain!"