This is My Juggernaut Journey

"One night is fine."

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In the early morning of the second day, the top of the castle tower.

Wei Ming Yixin has been kneeling here since last night, with a little piety, to welcome the last battle of this life, the morning sun shines in, and the morning dew flows from his lapel, the sword master has entered a state of selflessness, feeling that all the ailments in his body have been eliminated .

And beside him, Genichiro was still kneeling, the samurai's emotional intelligence had improved a lot at this moment, he hadn't said a word since last night, just walked silently with his grandfather on the last journey.

"Hey, Genichiro."

"grandfather."

Both samurai closed their eyes, as if they were talking in their sleep.

"After Yuxian and I leave, Weiming Kingdom will be presided over by Jiulang. You must assist him wholeheartedly."

"I will definitely do it, but why should Mr. Yuzuru leave? It is the best choice to leave this country to him, even we can..."

"Shut up, how can a real dragon live in Weiming country, no, in a small pond like Japan."

Yixin sighed, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at the entrance of the stairs.

Yuzuru Himura, here we come!

PS: Update, then take a nap, and then ask for tickets.

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Just when the sun was rising, the swordsman in Tsing Yi came striding forward. His braid tied at the back of his head had been cut off by Munemo Yagyu, so he wore short hair that looked a little weird.

Before anyone arrived, the killing intent arrived first. Yuzuru Himura, who had a tense face, was not as gentle as usual. He was obviously extremely serious and ready to go all out.

Gollum.....

Genichiro swallowed, Yuzuru in his prime had put him under great pressure, and he didn't even understand that they hadn't seen each other for a few months, and the gap between the two had widened to an irreparable level.

'If we fight now, I won't last ten rounds! '

Before he drew his sword, the samurai already knew the result, so he couldn't help lowering his head a little, not daring to look at him.

"Yo, here we come." The swordsman in Tsing Yi held up his teacup in an imposing manner, but easily greeted him like a breeze blowing his face.

"Come here on invitation." Yuxian nodded, stood still five steps away, and bowed: "I made a special trip to see you off, otherwise it would be too sad for a generation of sword masters to die in the sickbed."

"Hmph, I hope it's not a white-haired person sending a black-haired person."

"That's impossible, Yixin-sama." Yuzuru replied decisively.

Literally, the confrontation has begun from now on.

Yixin shook his head, he really couldn't beat the young man when it came to 'mouth sword', so he waved his hand to the side, "Xianichiro, you go down."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Going here is parting from life and death. The warrior stood up, trembling uncontrollably, took a few steps and then suddenly turned around, throwing himself on the ground.

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years! I will definitely inherit your faith!"

After saying that, he suddenly got up and left. A samurai also has the dignity of a samurai, but when he passed by Yuzuru, he took a deep look at this man.

Stealing the position of the king, and about to kill his grandfather, should be a bloody feud, but he couldn't hate it anyway. He took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, turned around and left.

"He's a good grandson." Yuzuru sighed, seeing the tears in Xianichiro's eyes.

"Oh? The old man originally thought you had always looked down on him."

"How is it possible, I like people with pure will."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and in a blink of an eye, the smile was replaced by killing intent, and with a few cracking joints, Wei Ming stood up wholeheartedly, his one-eyed eyes were not even a little tired.

After adjusting his breath overnight, the Juggernaut has reached his best state, and he wants to explode all the remaining vitality at this moment!

"Wei Mingliu, Wei Ming is single-minded, join us!"

"I'm going, Yuzuru Himura, join me!"

The two swordsmen leaned down at the same time, frowning slightly before releasing them.

Well, let me see if you have the qualifications to call yourself 'I Liu'!

The toes plowed the ground, the heels lifted slightly, and the dew accumulated on the edge of the eaves, and fell to the ground and shattered under the pull of gravity.

'paji'

war!

kill!

The sword was moving, and the two first-class swordsmen in this world stepped down suddenly, and the castle tower seemed to tremble. Two afterimages rushed towards each other, colliding with each other in an instant!

Wei Ming cross cut!

Dragon Flash!

clang! ! !

It was also a knife drawing technique, the explosion of the air and the sparks of the collision of the sword emerged together, and the center where the two stood immediately exploded into a shallow pit.