Human account is forced to full level

Unknowingly, deep knife marks appeared on the smooth floor, which were not cut out by real blades, but were affected by the existence of a knife-like aura.

It sounds sci-fi, but it's actually happening.

Already retreating to the edge of the dojo, Tokugawa Mitsunagi, whose back was close to the wall, swallowed nervously, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes were always staring at the two swordsmen in the arena, and his whole body was slightly excited. trembling.

He feels very happy now.

Because he was witnessing with his own eyes the inconceivably high level of combat between two possibly the strongest swordsmen in the world today.

Those slashes that seemed to only exist in novels, but now they appeared so real in front of him.

To him, this was already the most wonderful thing in the world.

Far more meaningful than money and wine!

"Qiang!!!"

It was another heavy slash, the sharp blade slashed straight at the opponent's head, the speed was so fast that even afterimages appeared, and its strength was so great that it could directly cut through eight stacked corpses.

But it was still easily blocked.

At this time, Miyamoto Musashi, who had been laughing boldly, had gradually become quieter, and frowned slightly.

He felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this battle, but he couldn't tell for a while.

"Musashi, you're distracted!"

The loud voice pulled his thoughts back, subconsciously turned his head slightly, and an extremely sharp blade whizzed past his ear, chopping off a strand of black hair.

This startled Miyamoto Musashi to shed a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword swung upwards and slashed at the opponent's flawed wrist without holding back.

But the next moment, what echoed in my ears was not the sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood, but the deafening sound of metal collisions.

The raised "National Tiger" was firmly suppressed by the ghost-slaying Japanese sun wheel knife, and the force transmitted from the blade was incredible.

The muscles of both arms were completely tense, the blue veins popped out, and Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth. For the first time in his life, when he was slashing, he felt inferior to others.

"Good strength!"

He let out a low growl, and finally split the opponent's long knife with all his strength, then jumped back two times in succession, quickly and simply opened the distance.

Then, sheathed the knife like a flowing cloud, lowered the center of gravity, leaned the upper body slightly forward, and lowered the body with a very high-level de-force technique to accelerate it, directly transforming the force generated by the heel.

"Come again!!!"

Miyamoto Musashi yelled, and rushed to the swordsman holding the sword in front of him. In less than half a second, he got close and instantly unsheathed the blade, using the length of the blade to the maximum extent, and slashed at the opponent's vital point. .

"Qiang——"

The crisp sound of knives resounded in the dojo.

Then it was overwhelmed by the louder metal collision sound.

Purgatory Xingshoulang looked down at the treasured sword that was slashed horizontally by drawing his sword, but was firmly blocked by himself, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He was wondering about the sharp increase in speed that the opponent had just had at that moment.

Even if it was only for a moment, its level has completely caught up with the fastest moving insect between the nine pillars, and the butterfly ninja, and...

Not relying on breathing at all.

"That's amazing, Musashi."

Purgatory Xingshou Lang enthusiastically smiled and praised: "You seem to be relying on muscle relaxation and de-strength to increase your movement speed just now, right? It's quite fast. I really didn't think of this idea before. It's really taught!"

He laughed loudly, but he was so nervous that he didn't notice the bulging veins on the forehead of the man in front of him.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and at the same time, Purgatory Xingshourou also stepped back a few steps in an instant.

Because just now, the invisible slash, whose principle cannot be seen through, suddenly slashed at him again, pointing directly at the vital point.

"And this, Musashi, how on earth did you do it? It's a very interesting way of swinging a sword!"

The curious expression on Purgatory Xingshoulang's face was not concealed.

Because it was really the first time he had seen this kind of slash, even in the history of the Ghost Killing Squad, it had never appeared or been mentioned before.

This is different from the breathing method and should be the product of another system.

"...Xing Shoulang, are you really serious about learning from each other?"

Looking at each other, Miyamoto Musashi frowned deeply.

He did not pursue, but asked suddenly after being silent for a while.

"Your attitude...are you looking down on me, Miyamoto Musashi?"

"Hey, why did you say that?"

Hearing this, Purgatory Xingshoulang was also stunned.

"I don't have any intention of looking down on you, and I am taking this sparring very seriously. In my eyes, Musashi, you are a very powerful swordsman. , and no one can match you."

"Oh, is this a compliment to me?"

"Of course!"

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Miyamoto Musashi held the hilt of the sword in his hand even creaking, you know——

He is unparalleled in the world!

"Purgatory Xingshoulang, have you hidden your tricks?"

To stabilize his inner emotions, Miyamoto Musashi asked in a flat voice.

"No, I didn't hide it." Purgatory Xingshoulang shook his head, "I just didn't use the sword shape of Breath of Flame."

"That's considered hidden!"

"Eh, is that so?"

Miyamoto Musashi also twitched the corners of his eyes when he saw the other party's astonished expression that didn't seem to be fake.

Should this be said to be straightforward, or simple and honest?

Although it seems that the character of the person seems a bit strange, but this strength is completely real and powerful.

After all, this was the first time he met someone who could completely avoid his "consciousness cut".

"Musashi, if this is the case, then you are also a hidden move, right?"

At this moment, Purgatory Xingshoulang suddenly spoke again, with the same smile on his face.

"I feel like you have some very powerful moves that you haven't used yet, I'm curious about that!"

"No, I didn't mean it... Forget it, let's make it even."

Miyamoto Musashi, who originally wanted to refute, looked at the other party's frank gaze, but finally shook his head slightly, and then smiled again.

"Xing Shoulang, I'm going to do my best next."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Haha, are you looking forward to it? That's not bad."

Miyamoto Musashi smiled heartily: "I don't know how long I haven't heard this word from the person I was fighting with, Anjuro, you are really an interesting person."

The laughter gradually became smaller, and finally, it turned into a long exhalation.

The muscles of the whole body have been completely relaxed at this time, and the senses in all aspects have also been adjusted to the most sensitive state.

The sharp blade pointed forward slowly, with a dazzling cold light on it.

Looking directly at the swordsman in front of him, Miyamoto Musashi said in a serious voice.

"Purgatory Xingjulang... fight me with all your strength!"

The voice reverberated throughout the dojo, without even a hint of joking.

And looking at the man in front of him whose aura was rising until he looked like a ghost, Purgatory Xingshourou understood one thing.

That is, if you don't go all out next, it will be an insult to the person in front of you.

"......it is good."

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he took a long breath, his lungs swelled slightly unlike ordinary people, the blood flow in his legs began to speed up, and the flame-like feathers began to sway lightly without wind.

The man who is the contemporary Yanzhu nodded slightly, and said softly: "Be careful."

And this also made Miyamoto Musashi slightly taken aback, then chuckled.

"Haha, it's okay, just cut it over..."

"Clang----!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the extremely clear sound of the saber blared echoed in his ears.

Eyes widened slightly, pupils constricted, Miyamoto Musashi felt that there seemed to be a hot flame in front of his eyes, which was rushing towards his face with explosive momentum, majestic...

Extremely fast!

"Crack-"

The figures of the two crossed each other in an instant, accompanied by a clear and crisp sound.

With his back turned to the other party, Purgatory Xingshourou slowly retracted the knife into its sheath, and at the same time exhaled a stream of hot air from his mouth, turning it into a white mist.

On the sharp blade that has not been fully sheathed, it seems that the flame is still burning.

It seems true and false.

"'Breath of Flame·One Type·Shiranui'."

Chapter 150: Under the Destruction of the Undefeated Legend

"Just now that was... what?"

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and the hands holding the handle of the knife were slightly numb due to the huge recoil force, and a look of astonishment flashed in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes.

flame?

There were no signs of burns on his body, but at that moment just now, the scene of the flames he saw was so clear.

It was the same as the raging fire on the battlefield in the battle of Sekihara in his memory.

Is this an illusion or sorcery?

Various speculations flashed through Miyamoto Musashi's mind, but they were quickly suppressed.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the "National Tiger" in his hand. There was already a small inconspicuous gap on the sharp edge that could blow hair off.

He didn't completely block the knife just now.

Even though the signal from the opponent's brain was perceived 0.5 seconds before the decision was made in advance, and the perfect prediction was achieved, the force unloading was still half a beat slower.

The body's reaction did not keep up.

He is number one in the world, Miyamoto Musashi's body...is it so dull? !

"Musashi, are you still here?"

The man's voice like a raging fire came from behind, and the fighting spirit that had never been seen before was rising steadily.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the temperature in the dojo seems to have risen a little bit. Tokugawa Mitsuinari, whose back was pressed against the wall, was already profusely sweating. He didn't know whether it was excitement or heat.

As for this, Miyamoto Musashi's hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly, but that was not fear of war, but...

The long-lost excitement and passion!

"certainly!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, with the roar of battle, the precious sword held in the hands of the unparalleled swordsman slashed behind him at the speed of sound.

"Qiang!!!"

The sharp blades slashed, the blade sang resoundingly, and gorgeous friction sparks burst out and danced on the sharp blades.

The sound of metal clashing without any pause began to echo in the ears of the two, and there were more than one conspicuous footprints on the smooth wooden floor, sinking more than an inch into the ground.

It was the trace left by the two sides when they were fighting to unload the force.

"Haha, good, happy!"