Human account is forced to full level

Miyamoto Musashi laughed wildly and yelled, and then temporarily forced the opponent back with a full-strength slash: "King Jurou, be careful!"

Holding the sword in both hands instantly changed to one-handed sword in the right arm, while holding the sword in the left hand, a short, invisible Taidao appeared out of thin air. The highest realm in theory——

"No knife".

With an invisible blade, cut off the tangible body, break the muscles and bones, and injure the consciousness and spirit.

There is a blade in the heart, and the knife appears in the hand, even at this time...

It even faintly produced real weight.

His hands drooped naturally, his knees suddenly relaxed, almost in the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi's burly body disappeared in place like a spring.

At the same time, the arms that were waving at the same time seemed to have completely disappeared with the Taidao and the forearms.

That was the sudden increase in the speed of swinging the knife to an incredible level, and there were more than a dozen invisible slashes around it at the same time.

"'Two Days First Class'."

Miyamoto Musashi, who had already completed the close approach, opened his angry eyes, staring at the swordsman who was close in front of him, and slashed out the Wushuang sharp blade in his hand with all his strength.

Even if it was a two-meter-high boulder in front of him at this time, it would still be cut off without any suspense.

As for this, Purgatory Xingshoulang's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt a tingling sensation as if being pricked by needles in every vital point of his body, which was instinctively sending a dangerous signal.

The range of this slash... can't be completely avoided.

Judging this in an instant, Purgatory Kyojuro directly twisted his wrist, let out a breath, took a step back, and then swung the side knife violently, centering on himself, slashed with a whirlpool of flames.

"'Breath of Flame, Four Shapes, Scroll of Flame'."

clang clang-

Dozens of mental slashes were all blocked, and all of them dissipated in the flames on the blade.

The treasured sword that was cut at the speed of sound was bounced off directly, and it was almost dropped.

But the invisible little Taidao broke through the defense of the vortex of flames at some tricky angle, and slashed straight at the opponent's chin.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, the hilt of the knife precisely hit the wrist, and the pain that was conveyed made Miyamoto Musashi's eyes open a little wider.

"Musashi, your strange way of swinging a knife is really hard to guard against."

Purgatory Xingshou Lang sighed in admiration, ignoring the blood line that appeared at some time on the back of his hand, and directly took a heavy step forward, swiping the Sun Wheel Knife in his hand like a fierce flame from bottom to top in an arc-shaped rapid slash.

That is the second sword type in Breath of Flame——

"'Summer rises'."

"Clang-crack!!!"

Almost subconsciously, he leaned back a lot, blocking the "National Tiger" in front of him while still retreating violently.

Miyamoto Musashi, who instinctively tilted his head, hadn't had time to recover from the shock that the opponent easily blocked his full-strength slash with an unheard of move, the crisp sound of the blade breaking again had already reached his ears, and... ....

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through skin and flesh.

"..."

He looked down in astonishment, his black cloth was stained red with blood, a conspicuous line of blood spread from his chest muscle to his left shoulder, and there were bursts of familiar yet unfamiliar tingling pain.

After decades, he was wounded by the swordsman's blade again.

"Musashi, the victory is over..."

"It's not over!!!"

Some gaffe-like roars interrupted Purgatory Xingshourou's words, and his red eyes stared at him like a ghost.

The long knife slashed violently.

A crimson sharp blade met and resisted it, but it was slightly pressed down by the crazy huge force.

On the wooden floor under his feet, two shallow pits with dense cracks appeared directly due to the unloading of force, and sawdust splashed everywhere.

Looking at the other party's fierce gaze like a hungry wolf, Purgatory Xingshourou's smile restrained a little, and he frowned slightly and said in puzzlement.

"Musashi, what do you mean?"

In his opinion, the knife that hurt the opponent just now was already a winner.

After all, this is just a discussion, not hunting ogres and dividing life and death.

"The sparring is not over yet, you cut too shallow just now!!!"

Facial muscles trembled, and while Miyamoto Musashi desperately pressed down on the sword, he was also shouting loudly.

"Only cut the skin, didn't even hurt the muscles, this kind of slashing to the end... what kind of victory? Anjurou, are you looking down on me, Miyamoto Musashi?!! "

Clang clang!

The sharp sword began to slash like a storm. The angle of the knife was tricky, and the knife pointed directly at the vital point. The speed almost exceeded the limit of the dynamic vision of the human naked eye, but——

He was still firmly blocked as much as possible.

Facing the opponent's increasingly crazy chain slashing, while Purgatory Xingshourou kept backing away, a flash of astonishment and bewilderment flashed across his face.

He couldn't figure out why the other party was suddenly so angry?

This is just a sparring.

Even Miniya Kawa, the most important person in the Ghost Killing Team, would not look like the opponent.

Obviously in the short time before, the other party seemed to be a very rational person.

A strange feeling emerged from the heart of Purgatory Xing Shoulang.

He didn't know that this was due to the difference of the times, and the perception of victory and defeat in the comparison test, which was a huge difference like a world of difference.

You know, Miyamoto Musashi has won more than a hundred battles with various swordsmen in his life, and because of this, he has stood out and enjoyed all the glory and wealth. In that era of wars, defeat in the competition often means …

dead.

And even if he survived, he would become a stepping stone for others, and the reputation he had accumulated in the past plummeted, and he fell directly from the high position to the bottom.

This was not allowed to happen to any swordsman at that time!

"Come again and come again—come again!"

Wielding the treasured sword in his hand more and more fiercely and quickly, the invisible small Taidao is accompanied by continuous slashing with all its strength invisible to the naked eye.

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, and stepped forward more and more, and faster and faster.

He roared, just like on the battlefield.

"Purgatory Xingshoulang, what are you hiding? Fight back!!!"

The angry roar echoed throughout the dojo, and the complex emotions contained in it made Tokugawa Mitsucheng, who had been hiding in the corner, silent.

Because even an old common man like him can see an obvious fact.

That is from the 400-year Warring States Period, the unparalleled swordsman, the strongest synonym, Miyamoto Musashi...

to lose.

This made him unable to talk to himself for a long time, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words. However, the eyes that were watching the battle in the field never moved away, and they did not take their eyes off.

He wants to witness it with his own eyes and witness the final result of this battle.

At this time, the smile on Purgatory Xingshourou's face had disappeared at some point. While he kept waving the Sunlun Saber in his hand, he was also staring at the scarred and battle-tested man in front of him with a serious face.

Even now, he still doesn't understand the opponent's strange obsession with victory, but he has confirmed one thing.

That is, if he wants to decide the outcome, he must use an undisputed move to directly decide the outcome of the battle.

Musashi, I'm sorry...

The competition is coming to an end.

"Qiang!!!!"

The step that had been continuously retreating suddenly stopped, and the loud sound of the fierce clash between the crimson blade and the silver Taidao was constantly shaking the eardrums of everyone present.

The veins in the arm muscles popped up, but they couldn't press down any more.

When Miyamoto Musashi was about to scream and overdraw his body, he was stunned because he met the eyes of the person in front of him.

Because he didn't know if it was his illusion, he seemed to see in those eyes——

A raging fire like purgatory was ignited.

"boom----"

At this time, an unstoppable force suddenly came from the blade.

The tiger's mouth holding the sword has long since cracked, and Miyamoto Musashi was directly chopped off this time. While being surprised in his heart, he also rolled in the air and adjusted his posture, relieved his strength, and landed steadily.

But before he could charge forward again, the raging flames in the sky had already filled his entire field of vision.

His footsteps stopped, and under his dull gaze, a ferocious and majestic tiger, the king of beasts made of blazing flames, was opening its sharp and dangerous minions, and roaring fiercely towards him.

It was a giant slash that was beyond his comprehension.

"'Breath of Flame·Fifth Form·Flame Tiger'!"

"Hoohoho!!!!"

Seemingly real and fake flames enveloped his whole body, and the deafening roar of the tiger echoed in his ears.

Staring at the bloody mouth coming towards him, Miyamoto Musashi's hair stood on end, his pupils constricted, and he almost subconsciously cut out the sharp blade in his hand, but the next moment...

"Crack——"

There was a crisp sound.

The two figures crossed each other.

The half-cut knife rotated rapidly in the air, and finally landed not far away, deeply inserted into the floor.

After a long time.

"sharp......"

Miyamoto Musashi turned around slowly, looking at the man in front of him who was still smiling, with a very complicated expression.

In the end, it was just a deep helpless sigh.

The clenched right hand was released, and the remaining handle of the knife fell to the ground, making a sound, which also announced the final result of the battle.

"I lost."

Chapter 150: The Primitive Man Living in the Sewer

Looking at the half-cut knife stuck on the floor not far away, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but lose his focus.

Kill, kill... kill!

In his memory, the scenes of the enemy's wailing before death, and the blood flowing down from the edge suddenly began to reappear in his mind.

He has confronted the strong more than [-] times in his life.

If counting the worthless contests, it would be no less than a hundred games. If the enemies who had been killed on the battlefield were also counted, then he would have been called a thousand people beheaded.

Kill, keep killing...

And with the continuous beheading, he gradually began to become famous, spreading to Kyoto, Nara, Edo——

Fame!

After that, the big names in various countries could not ignore his existence. They all wanted to recruit him. Everyone was shocked by his world-famous swordsman, and the rewards for hiring him also increased. When he was young, everyone praised him. Wherever he went, he would be surrounded by crowds, and even the roads would be blocked.

Beautiful girls, dazzling gold, delicious food, and wine...

There is what you want! ! !

Relying on his unparalleled slashing skills, he climbed up step by step, came to the fore, received praise, was praised by others, and was praised by others.

In the end, he became a celebrity with nowhere to hide in Tibet! ! !

And even 400 years after his death, he was still being talked about, which made him very happy!but......

He's lost now.

For the first time in "slashing", the skills are not as good as others.