Chapter 744: Yamada-dono

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"No!" The relatively weak samurai soul has been devoured, and the rest is the face of a middle-aged man.
"Ueno Shinnosuke?" Pei Ziyun only found out that this face was the most powerful warrior recorded in Jinchuan Shrine-Ueno Shinnosuke.
Due to the inheritance ceremony, the Jinchuan Shrine gave Pei Ziyun quite high authority and was able to read most of the classics. Pei Ziyun naturally did not waste this opportunity to browse all the information that he could read.
Among these materials, Pei Ziyun remembered that there were several documents about all the samurai's materials and deeds since the establishment of Jinchuan Shrine.
In the documents of Jinkawa Shrine, Shino Ueno ranks second. According to the data, Shino Ueno is not only a samurai, but also a famous swordsman at the time.
The most glorious record was the killing of seven warriors in other shrines by one's own strength. Only after Shino Ueno's death, such people rarely appeared in Jinchuan Shrine.
The idol looked cold, stared directly at Pei Ziyun's eyes, and suddenly drew the knife. The knife was pulled out for a moment, from slow to fast, and then chopped down, as if an electric light burst into the air.
When Pei Ziyun saw the cold light, the tip of the knife was about to pierce his chest. This is a knife with a lot of potential. Regardless of speed, strength, or skill, the sword technique has obviously reached an unexpected level.
"Surgery?"
"This knife is already a master."
In Pei Ziyun's induction, he saw it very clearly. He made a wooden knife and listened to the three sounds of "Ding Ding Ding." Each point was on the side. The symphony of gold and iron was heard. It was crisp and sweet. Suddenly it tilted.
"Although the sword-drawing technique is somewhat doorway, it is the combination of sword-drawing and attacking. The founder of this sword technique, Goto Kensuke, was killed by a master because his father was killed by the master. This trick."
"Speaking of weakness over strength is actually unexpected, or cheating out thousands."
"As long as it is prepared, it is almost worthless in itself. Later generations have never heard of a master dying from a sword-drawing technique." Pei Ziyun said lightly.
The idol did not respond at all, without any hesitation, the wrist turned naturally, the slanted blade body turned, the cold light almost condensed into a meniscus, and it was drawn against the neck aorta, exquisitely.
"Okay, like the shape of a cloud, remembering the change of the wind, or thinking nothing." Facing this kind of sword operation of the idol, Pei Ziyun secretly praised: "Sure enough, all sword methods are the same."
For Pei Ziyun, martial arts is a process from complexity to simplicity. At the beginning, there are thousands of kinds, and when you reach the guru, you will find that all swords and swords are all mutually invisible, there is no uniqueness.
It looks like a cloud, recalls the change of the wind, or thinks nothing. This is the highest attainment of the Shen family's thirty-seven styles. It is impossible to know this idol, but this sword has the same spirit, which is proof.
If God is almost his god, I am afraid that there is nothing to learn, and that there is nowhere else to make a difference.
As soon as Pei Ziyun leaned against his body, the idol's knife point rubbed his neck tightly and passed, but at this moment, the knife point was lowered and he slanted towards Pei Ziyun's shoulder.
This knife flies like a waterfall and is not fatal, but if you hit a knife, you will be injured, and if you are injured, you will naturally weaken.
The so-called one-hit-kill, to the same guru, can't be talked about, but also a layman.
The idol with Matsuhiro Matsumi became the most elite warrior in an instant.
"Sure enough, you give your strength and then harvest, and the samurai of all ages has become a part of you!" Pei Ziyun saw this scene, naturally understood, there was no anger at all.
Join the organization, get promoted by the organization, and naturally die for the organization.
The army is more typical.
Every organization is like this. The company is only a moderation point and only harvests money, but the company also gives less. The move of the gods was originally fair and impeccable. What is there to be angry about?
Gain strength, surrender life, and heaven and earth axiom.
"It's just that it has flesh, the soul of the samurai of all ages, and the sword broke into the guru, which is far from enough!" Pei Ziyun bowed his head slightly, pointed his toes, and his figure protruded sideways. Not only did he avoid the sword, but also broke into the idol. Side.
For a moment, every muscle of the entire body was unified, and the wooden sword flickered without any tricks, but it was just right, just listening to the sound of "噗", there was already a mouthful of blood on the idol's shoulder, and a little blood mist was flying in the air. Terrible image.
"Dead ..." The idol was stabbed by this knife, and he did not move backwards and forwards. The sword light turned, and this time, the spine was retracted, the center of gravity shifted, and the slash was reversed.
"Yan returns to cut!" This trick is a unique skill in the sword. It uses the strength of the back, tendons, muscles, and impulse to fly out the fastest.
This trick is not considered to be created by Jinchuan Shrine. It was created by five samurai warriors. Although the name is common, it has talent and understanding in the sword path.
This trick can cut off flying swallows.
"Yan returns to cut!" Almost at the same time, Pei Ziyun's posture was the same, an arc crossed, taking into account the principles of nature, adapting to the situation, and taking a natural response to the enemy's actions.
The two figures were staggered, and Pei Ziyun's face sank. I saw that when the world was fully cut, but did not cut into the skin, but a little bit of air penetrated through the muscles, leaving only a white mark.
At the moment, the deep-being Guangxi, who was possessed by the idol, was even worse. He slashed open half of his chest, and blood was spitting out wantonly.
At this time, Matsuhiro Mitsumatsu seemed to be awake, feeling hurt, forbearing pain, and shouting to Pei Ziyun: "Yamada, save me!"
"I'm just an ordinary reporter. I came by accident. Please, please save me!"
Speaking, Fukamatsu Guangxi also wanted to kneel down for mercy.
"Huh, I still want to scam me!" Pei Ziyun's wooden sword flashed, and Han Guang didn't get into the forehead of Guangsong Guangxi. He only heard the sound of "噗", and a puff of blood exploded in the back of the head. A big hole was opened, and the tip of the knife was revealed behind.
"I ... how could I die ..." Fukatsu Mitsui screamed. If you listen carefully, the scream is a chorus, and then the body falls to the ground and spit out this sentence. You will not believe it until you die. You will be killed.
After killing Matsumatsu, the entire hall was silent. Pei Ziyun stared at the corpse and said, "Why, are you still out?"
The body was motionless.
"Stupid, the spirit is originally a spirit body. The dead body is not the same as the death of the god, but just now, are you uncomfortable?"
"This is a demon sword. It already has the power to kill spirits, not to mention my power."
Talking, but the body was still.
"Not moving, really when I lied to you? Let's die!" Pei Ziyun's sword flickered, listening to the sound of "噗", and stabbing into the body, and then the body made a scream, and there was a scream Blood smoke, this blood smoke is very strange, white with blood, and with black gas, it quickly flew to the exit, trying to escape.
But Pei Ziyun didn't have the slightest intention. When the figure flashed, he intercepted and approached the smoke.
As Pei Ziyun approached, blood screamed and screamed, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I'm the foundation of a shrine!"
"Kill me and all the shrines will collapse!"
"It's late." Pei Ziyun slashed, blood smoke cut two sections, it issued a long scream, suddenly burst into four sections.
"Do not!"
Three blood fumes disappeared, and the last one was still inhaled with uncle's face, the blood fumes disappeared, and the shrine shook.
But the vibration subsided again, and then, when the surroundings were dark and quickly turned on again, Pei Ziyun looked and saw himself in the back room.
In front of me is a stone corridor. Pei Ziyun stepped forward. The end point of the corridor is a dozen steps. Going up is the main hall.
The main hall is about 100 square meters. It is not as dim as the secret room and has a faint light. It is different from the main hall just now. It is empty and there is no idol. a feeling of.
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it, and opened the door, leaving the main hall.
"Ah, Yamada-kun, are you out?" There was a young man with a respectful attitude and tone, and a little confused expression appeared.
Did n’t you just come out in the early morning?
It's still midnight.
"Wait a moment, please take a break from the opposite side, and I'll just call someone, how about it?" The young man said, and asked to enter a rest room.
With a large window, you can see the trees on the side of the road, the moonlight is shining, and the light is turned on again: "It's really embarrassing to wait for you-please use tea."
The young man put black tea on the table, backed out, and after a while, there were voices outside, and there were continuous lights.
Then the courtier came with someone.
Just at a glance, the two dropped their hands on the ground and bowed their heads, "Xiao Xiaoyuan Harubu and Toyama Yamato meet with Yamada Hall."
In fact, according to the ancient rituals, this is still a bit wrong, but it is now. Behind, the neat witch and the warrior also worshiped together.
"咦 ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Is there any way to recognize the Lord so quickly?" Pei Ziyun thought, and his face was low, (￣_￣) asked.
"Yamada Shrine laughed, you have received the blessing of God, we can all feel it." Ogasawara Hidebu nodded, looked around, and someone passed the bottle, he respectfully poured wine for Pei Ziyun: "Yamada, I'm the president of Ishimaru Club. I need your support in the future. Please take care of me."
"Yamada Temple!" Toyama Yamato took the wine glass and offered, "I will deal with the connection between the Shinto shrine and the believers, and you can order it."
This is the rule. Pei Ziyun took the wine glass and asked, "I heard that Qin Sheng's family is in charge of the management of the shrine. What about people now?"
The two looked at each other, and it was a little strange. One man, Qin Sheng, was in charge of the management of the shrine. In fact, he was the head of the three princes and had the most resources of the Sichuan Shrine.
Just now, why haven't you come yet?
At this moment, someone ran over in panic and shouted, "No way, Mr. Qin Sheng, and his son, are dead!"