I formed the strongest swordsman group

Both of them were in a mid-range posture, staring at each other, motionless.

The tip of Qinghe Hachiro's sword twitched repeatedly and wavered like a wagtail's tail.

When you see a swordsman with the tip of his sword dangling back and forth after getting into a fighting stance, there is no doubt that this person is definitely a descendant of the Beichen One-Sword Style, or a swordsman who is deeply influenced by the Beichen One-Sword Style.

The reason why Beichen Itto-ryu uses and recommends this sword-holding style is because it can prevent the tip of the sword from becoming stiff, so that it can respond to the opponent's movements more quickly, and it will not be easy for the opponent to see through one's intentions.

Of course, there are countless swordsmen who criticize this point - "If you don't have solid skills, your sword will only fly away! Instead of doing these fancy tricks, it's better to hold the sword in your hand honestly!" - They say this. road.

Although Seito is a descendant of the natural Rishin-ryu style, thanks to his frequent visits to the Little Chiba Sword Hall, he has considerable attainments in the Beichen One-sword style, and he can be considered a half-successor of the Beichen One-sword style.

Therefore, he could see at a glance how solid Qinghe Hachiro's basic skills were.

Compared to other Hokatsu Itto legends that Aoto is familiar with, such as Yamanan Keisuke, Toudo Heisuke, Chiba Jutaro, Sanako, etc., Kiyokawa Hachiro's sword tip swings much wider, but it never strays away from the center line, and his body movements are not even the slightest. flaw.

From the Baihui point on the top of the head, between the eyebrows, eyes, nose, philtrum, chin, Adam's apple, arteries on both sides of the neck, chest, lower abdomen, and crotch, a "middle line" is formed by connecting these key points.

Effectively hitting the opponent's midline vitals is the best shortcut to knocking down or killing the opponent.

By occupying the center line, you can hit the opponent first before the opponent comes over.

In addition, after occupying the center line, it is also helpful to block attacks from the middle and both sides.

In other words - whoever grabs the center line will have an advantage in the rest of the battle.

It is no exaggeration to say that most close combat in this world, whether it is unarmed fighting or armed fighting, all revolve around "grabbing the center line".

This is why in Japanese swordsmanship, the middle stance is so versatile and easy to use.

In addition to the other postures such as the upper and lower positions, the center line of the body is handed over to others in vain. Only those with superb skills and courage cannot do this.

Compared to schools such as the Natural Rise-Ryu, Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu, and Demonstration-ryu that focus on explosive power and advocate "attack, attack, and then attack," Beichen Itto-ryu is not a highly offensive school.

Judging from the appearance Qinghe Hachiro carved... he probably wanted to adopt the strategy of "stopping with silence", waiting for Qingdeng to take the initiative to attack, and then attack first.

At this moment, his sharp gaze was crossing the blade and space, staring at Qingdeng's every move.

——Quite confident.

Qingdeng smiled in his heart.

Since the other party has given up the "right to attack first", he won't be polite!

In an instant, Qingdeng concentrated his strength on the tip of his toes, and then tapped the ground - in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qinghe Hachiro.

As he stepped forward, Qingden lowered the sword, turning the middle section into the lower right section, and the slender bamboo sword suddenly disappeared into the shadow of his body.

The bamboo sword suddenly "jumped" up and drew a straight black line in the air, heading straight for Qinghe Hachilang's waist.

If the chop is solid this time, Qinghe Hachilang will probably have to lie on the bed for a while.

The other party is a "restless element" with a long criminal record.

The word "thorny head" alone is not enough to sum up how dangerous he is.

Therefore, just like when he fought Serizawa Kama the day before yesterday, Aoto had the intention of "beating the opponent" and "let the opponent see the difference in strength between them" this time.

Although his upward attack was only a tentative attack, he really showed some serious energy.

The two people who were standing still and facing each other at a distance one moment were fighting each other the next... This scene with great contrast and caught people off guard was like a scene that was originally still and then suddenly turned on. "Play twice as fast" video tape.

Qinghe Hachiro's next series of reactions and actions are worthy of his reputation.

He retreated back calmly and lightly, dodging Qingdeng's blow and leaving plenty of fighting space.

In the next breath, the tip of his sword that had been swinging stopped for an instant, and then like a cirrus hurricane, it swept towards Qing Deng who had just stood still.

This sword is as fast as thunder and as heavy as Mount Tai.

People who didn't know it might have thought it was a slash from a Shinto Muken-ryu or Shigen-ryu swordsman.

The trajectory of the sword and the indescribable sense of pressure were approaching in an arc.

Qingden lowered his lower body leisurely, and calmly stood the bamboo sword upright at his side.

Snapped!

The bamboo swords intersect and the sound is loud.

"Drink ah ah ah ah!"

Qinghe Hachiro took back the bounced bamboo sword, and then used the second move, the third move, the fourth move... one move after another, continuous and dazzling.

There is a saying that "Know your enemy and yourself, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles."

Qingdeng knew every move, style, and routine of Beichen's Yidao style.

"Inducing the opponent to make a move, then wait for the opponent to stretch out his arm and then chop his hand", and "deliberately showing off a weakness, wait for the opponent to stretch out his arm and then chop his hand", these are all things that Qing Deng has already played and watched badly. It’s the same old routine.

Unless he uses ingenious new tactics, or his attack speed exceeds Qingden's instinctive reaction and talent "Speed ​​+4", it is impossible to cause effective damage to him.

Qingdeng effortlessly neutralized Qinghe Hachilang's fierce attacks one by one.

When the other party saw this, he frowned slightly and looked thoughtful.

In the next breath, he jumped sideways with a body as light as a swallow. Using the momentum of his body landing, he struck Qingdeng with a sword to his head.

Qingdeng raised his sword to catch the move.

Immediately afterwards, as if being scalded by boiling water, Qinghe Hachiro jumped back several steps and opened the gap.

The slashing attack is empty, taking the opportunity to retreat is real.

He saw that it was difficult to break through Qingdeng's iron-wall defense from the front, so he wanted to break Qingdeng's defense from the side.

However, when he moved his feet to the right, he saw "a little bit of leather came first, and then the sword came out like a dragon."

When he took the initiative to retreat, Qingdeng had already seen through his thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, he took a sudden step to the left and instantly caught up with Hachiro Qinghe who was trying to get around to his side. Then he took a big step. Taking advantage of his long legs, the bodies and weapons of both sides overlapped again.

Stepping in, accumulating strength at the waist, bending and stretching the body, and cutting with the cassock - the movements are all done in one go, and the speed is amazingly fast. In comparison, the snow falling in the sky seemed a bit slow.

The bamboo sword that made a sound in the wind struck Qinghe Hachiro's left shoulder, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Qinghe Hachiro, who had no time to dodge, could only fight back with his sword.

Snapped!

The bamboo sword struck the air, and the volume was unexpectedly low.

It's not a crisp sound, but a dull sound like hitting cotton.

Qinghe Hachiro's defense contains quite skilled force-relieving skills.

He did not confront Qingdeng head-on. Instead, after the two bamboo swords touched each other, he retreated in the direction of Qingdeng's force. He used "active retreat" to minimize the damage he suffered, like a loach. He and his sword slipped away from Qingden's slash.

The two sides passed each other, and their heels raised fluttering snowflakes, stirring up clouds of white mist.

Crackling sand——Qinghe Hachiro heard a powerful kicking sound from behind him.

When he quickly turned around and faced Qingdeng again, his entire field of vision was filled with Qingdeng's approaching figure.

Qing Deng jumped up and slashed towards him with a diving attitude.

Qinghe Hachiro instinctively knelt down on one knee, narrowly avoiding the slashing attack coming from the air. At the same time, he counterattacked unconsciously, slashing his sword diagonally towards Qingdeng's chest.

The shadow of the sword flashed past, and there was only a "snap" sound. Qinghe Hachiro's bamboo sword did not hit Qingdeng's chest as expected, but hit Qingdeng's bamboo sword - Qingdeng seemed to have predicted the future. With such speed, he gathered the bamboo swords to his chest - and slammed them together.

In the next moment, Qingdeng flexibly twisted his wrists - his talent "Snake Body" activated - the bamboo sword slid open, pressed against Qinghe Hachiro's bamboo sword, and took Qinghe Hachiro's sword at an angle as if it were sliding. Chest.

Seeing this, the opponent sided away in a slightly embarrassed manner, kicked the ground violently, and jumped away. The snow under his feet was trampled into pieces and scattered into powder.

Qingdeng did not launch a pursuit.

He held the bamboo sword, his arms drooped naturally, and stood leisurely, looking indifferently at the already panting Qinghe Hachiro opposite.

"Whirring whirring……!"

Qinghe Hachiro's chest rose and fell violently like a bellows.

The nostrils were dilated to the limit, greedily sucking in oxygen.

A looming wave of heat emanated from his body.

After the flying snow in the sky reached half an inch above his head and shoulders, it was melted into warm snow water by the steaming heat wave.

Beads of sweat mixed with snow flowed down his full forehead.

Qinghe Hachiro blinked desperately and shook his head from time to time, and finally stopped the sweat dripping from his forehead.

Wiping sweat, wiping blood... these trivial actions that obscure vision and affect body posture are taboo in combat.

Thinking that they were in a safe zone, they raised their hands to wipe away the sweat and blood without any scruples. Then their opponents saw the opportunity, stepped forward, and chopped them off with one strike... There were countless idiots who died in such a confused way.

Physical fitness is the foundation of all martial arts - this is an absolute and unchanging truth.

Even if it is "American Martial Arts", it still requires strong arm strength and wrist strength to press the gun.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Qinghe Hachiro, whose physical strength is almost at the bottom, must take advantage of the fact that he still has the strength to fight and give it a try with all his strength.

Otherwise, when his strength is exhausted, he will no longer have a chance to win.

In other words - the outcome of this battle will be decided in the next few rounds!

Everyone else can understand the truth. As the person involved, Qinghe Hachiro naturally knows the power of it even more.

His eyes, which were already slightly narrowed, were now narrowed into a thin slit, with a needle-like cold light hidden in them.

He stared at Qingdeng with cold eyes.

Any movement, behavior, or expression change of Qingdeng was firmly locked by him.

Qinghe: "..."

Qingdeng: "..."

Time seemed to pass by for a long time...in fact, it was very short, just between five and six breaths.

Suddenly - bang - the sound of kicking on the ground once again made the high platform tremble.

Qinghe Hachiro used powerful footwork that seemed to crack the floor, and rushed straight forward to where Qingdeng was.

His two feet were like two plows, plowing two deep long marks on the snow-covered ground.

Because Qinghe Hachiro's speed was so fast, in the eyes of onlookers with poor eyesight, they only saw a blurry object rapidly destroying the snow on the ground, and a large number of snow waves splashed up behind him.

Facing Qinghe Hachilang who was rushing towards him, Qingden attacked with his sword without any hesitation.

Qinghe Hachiro raised his bamboo sword - in this fleeting moment, Qingden changed his position as fast as lightning, moved quickly from left to right, and ducked under the fallen bamboo sword.

When he passed through Qinghe Hachiro's left armpit and stood on his left side, he had already assumed a canshin posture unhurriedly - at the same time, Qinghe Hachiro's body flew out laterally.

【Ding! Scan to talent]

When Qinghe Hachilang landed, the cold mechanical sound echoed in Qingdeng's mind as expected.

It would be a strange thing for a martial arts master like Qinghe Hachiro not to have outstanding talents.

After the system sound came as expected, Qingdeng immediately stopped what he was doing and listened attentively:

[Successfully copied talent: "Failed art students +2\