Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 744: Mr. Yamada
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"No!" The relatively weak soul of the samurai has been swallowed, and what is left is the face of a middle-aged man, who is stubbornly resisting.
"Ueno Shinnosuke?" Pei Ziyun just looked at it and found that this face was the most powerful samurai recorded at Shinkawa Shrine-Ueno Shinnosuke.
Because of the inheritance ceremony, Jinchuan Shrine gave Pei Ziyun a very high authority to read most of the classics. Pei Ziyun naturally did not waste this opportunity to read all the materials that could be read.
Among these materials, Pei Ziyun remembers that there are several documents about all the information and deeds of the samurai since the establishment of Jinchuan Shrine.
In the documents of Shinkawa Shrine, Shinnosuke Ueno ranked second. According to the data, Shinnosuke Ueno was not only a samurai, but also a famous swordsman at the time.
The most glorious record was to kill seven samurai at other shrines with one's own power, but after Ueno Shinnosuke's death, Shinkawa Shrine rarely saw such a person.
The idol's face was cold, looking directly at Pei Ziyun's eyes, and suddenly withdrew the knife. The blade was pulled out for an instant, from slow to fast, and then cut down, as if a flash of light suddenly appeared in the air.
When Pei Ziyun saw the cold light, the tip of the knife was about to pierce his chest. This was a stab at momentum. Regardless of speed, strength, or skill, the sword technique had obviously reached an unexpected level.
"Sword drawing technique?"
"This knife already has the level of a master."
During Pei Ziyun’s induction, he could see very clearly. He made a little wooden knife and only heard three "ding-ding-ding" sounds. Each knife was clicked on the side, and there was a symphony of gold and iron, which was crisp and sweet. Suddenly, the trick was slanted.
"Although the art of drawing a sword has some ways, it is a combination of drawing a sword and attacking. Kensuke Goto, the founder of this sword art, was killed by a master. The sword was not good at that time, and his strength was not good. He wanted revenge. Just made this trick."
"To say that the weak wins the strong is actually a surprise, or fraud is a thousand."
"As long as there is defense, it is almost worthless in itself, and later generations have never heard of a master who died in the sword drawing technique." Pei Ziyun said lightly.
The idol did not respond at all, did not hesitate, the wrist turned naturally, the inclined blade turned, the cold light almost condensed into a meniscus, and it twitched against the neck arteries, exquisite.
"Well, it looks like a cloud, remembers the change of the wind, or has nothing to think about." Facing this kind of sword technique of the gods, Pei Ziyun secretly praised: "Sure enough, all swords are indistinguishable."
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 master, you will find that all swords and swords are in harmony with each other, and there is no uniqueness.
It looks like a cloud, remembers the change of the wind, or does not think about it. This is the highest attainment of the 37-style of the Shen family. It is impossible to know this idol, but this knife has the same essence, which is a clear proof.
If you're a god, you're afraid that you won't be able to learn, and there's nothing else to do. There will be no difference.
As soon as Pei Ziyun leaned against her body, the tip of the **** statue's knife rubbed his neck tightly, but at this moment, the tip of the knife lowered and slashed towards Pei Ziyun's shoulder.
This knife falls like a waterfall and is not fatal, but if you hit a knife, you will be injured, and if you are injured, it will naturally be weakened.
The so-called kill with one blow, for the same master master, it can’t be said to be nonsense, and it is also a layman.
The statue of Mitsuki Mitsuki possessed and instantly became the most elite samurai.
"Sure enough, you give your strength, and then reap, the warriors of the past will become a part of you!" Pei Ziyun naturally understood this scene, and there was no anger about it.
Join an organization, get promoted by the organization, and naturally die for the organization.
The army is even more typical.
Every organization is like this. The company is just a little bit of relaxation and only collects money, but the company gives very little. The act of the gods is originally upright and impeccable. What is worthy of anger?
Get strength, surrender your life, the axioms of heaven and earth.
"It's just that there is the flesh, the soul of the warriors of the past, and the sword technique has penetrated into the master. This is far from enough!" Pei Ziyun lowered his head slightly, his toes were slightly protruding, not only avoided the sword, but also It broke into the side of the **** statue.
In an instant, every muscle of the whole body was unified, and the wooden knife flashed, without any tricks, but it was just right. After hearing a "puff", there was already a **** mouth on the shoulder of the idol, splashing in the air. The blood fog, the image is terrible.
"Death..." The idol received a stab, and did not advance and retreat. The scalp made a round, and with this turn, the back stretched, the center of gravity shifted, and it chopped back and forth between the ups and downs.
"Swallows return to cut!" This move is a unique skill in the sword technique, using the strength of the back, tendons, and muscles, as well as the momentum, to fly the fastest cut.
This move is not created by Shinkawa Shrine, but by the samurai of Gojohori Ryozo. Although this name is ordinary, it has talent and savvy in swordsmanship.
This trick can cut down swallows that fly by.
"Swallows return to cut!" Almost at the same time, Pei Ziyun was in exactly the same posture, and an arc drew across, taking the natural principle, acting on the occasion, and reacting naturally to the enemy's actions.
The two figures interlaced, and Pei Ziyun's face sank, and he saw that he was fully cut open, but did not cut into the skin, but a bit of sword energy penetrated into the muscles, but only a white mark was left.
Shen Song Guangxi, who was possessed by the idol, was even more miserable at this time, slashing half of his chest open, and blood was spurting out wantonly.
At this moment, Fukasatsu Mitsuki seemed to wake up, feeling the wounds all over, resisting the pain, and shouting to Pei Ziyun: "Yamada-kun, help me!"
"I'm just an ordinary reporter, and I came here by accident. Please, please save me!"
Speaking, Shenmatsu Mitsuhiro wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Huh, I want to defraud me!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, and the cold light fell into Shen Song Guangxi's forehead. He only heard a "poof", a puff of blood exploded in the back of his head, and the wooden knife passed through his head and penetrated Before and after, a big hole was broken, revealing the tip of the knife behind.
"I... how could I die..." Fukamatsu Mitsuhiro let out a scream, if you listen carefully, the scream is a chorus, then his body shook and fell to the ground, spitting out this sentence, until he died I don't believe that I will be killed.
After killing Shen Song Guangxi, the whole hall went silent, Pei Ziyun stared at the corpse and said: "Why, you still can't come out?"
The body was motionless.
"Idiot, the **** is originally a spirit body, and the dead body does not mean that the **** is dead, but just now, is it uncomfortable?"
"This is a demon sword. It already has the power to kill the spirit body, not to mention my power."
As I said, but the body still didn't move.
"I'm not moving, I'm really deceiving you? Then go to death!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, and only heard a "poof", and then pierced the corpse. Then the corpse let out a scream, and the wound was There was a puff of blood, which was very strange, with blood in the white and black aura. When he came out, he quickly drifted towards the exit, trying to escape.
But Pei Ziyun didn't have the slightest care. When his figure flashed, he intercepted and approached the smoke.
Looking at Pei Ziyun approaching, he screamed with blood and smoke: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I am the foundation of the shrine!"
"Kill me, Shinkawa Shrine will collapse!"
"It's late." Pei Ziyun slashed down and cut the blood smoke into two segments. It uttered a long scream, and with a sudden bang, it automatically turned into four segments.
"No!"
Three plumes of blood smoke disappeared, and the last one with a hideous face was unwilling to be inhaled. The blood smoke disappeared, and the shrine suddenly shook.
But the shock subsided again, and then, the surroundings became dark and bright again. Pei Ziyun looked at it and saw that he was in a secret room.
There is a stone corridor in front of him. Pei Ziyun stepped forward. At the end of the corridor is a dozen steps. Follow it up and you'll find 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 not the same as the previous main hall. It is empty and has no statues. Only the **** body (Moringdai) is provided, which is just a symbol. Quite quiet feeling.
Pei Ziyun only took a look, then opened the door and left the main hall.
"Ah, Yamada-kun, have you come out?" There was a young man outside, with a respectful attitude and tone, and showing a little confused expression.
Didn’t you say that you didn’t come out until early in the morning?
It's still midnight.
"Wait a moment, please. Please go to the other side to rest. I'll call someone to go. What do you think?" The young man said, please enter a rest room.
One big window, you can see the tree on the side of the road, the moonlight is shining through, and the light is turned on again: "It’s really bad to make you wait--please use tea."
The young man put the black tea on the table and backed out. After a while, there were voices outside, and there were continuous lights on.
Then the retainers came with people.
Just looking at it, the two of them prospered with their hands on the ground, and bowed their heads: "Xiubu Ogasawara and Atsushi Ayama will pay homage to the Yamada Hall."
According to the ancient ritual, this is still a bit wrong, but it is now, behind the back, the neat maiden and the samurai also bowed down together.
"Hey~IndoMTL.com~Is there any way to identify the Lord so quickly?" Pei Ziyun thought, lowered his face and asked (￣_￣).
"Yamada Temple joked, you have received the blessing of the gods, and we can all feel it." Xiubu Ogasawara knocked his head, looked around, and someone passed the bottle, and he respectfully asked Pei Ziyun. Pour the wine: "Yamadaden, I am the president of Ishimaru Club, I need your strong support in the future, please take care of me."
"Yamada Temple!" Atsushi Miyama took the wine glass and offered it, saying: "The contact between Jinchuan Shrine and the believers is handled by me. Please do not hesitate to order."
This is the rule. Pei Ziyun took the wine glass and drank, and asked: "I heard that the Seisheng family is in charge of the management of the shrine. What about the people now?"
The two looked at each other, and it was a bit strange. Kazuo Serei was in charge of the management of the shrine. In fact, he was the head of the three ministers and had the most resources of Shinkawa Shrine.
I was there just now, why haven’t I come yet?
At this moment, someone rushed over in a panic and shouted: "It's not good, Mr. Qinsheng and his son are dead!"