"No!" The relatively weak samurai soul had been devoured, and what remained was the face of a middle-aged man, who stubbornly fought for the last resistance.

"Shinnosuke Ueno?" Pei Ziyun just looked at it, and found that this face was the most powerful samurai recorded at the Kangawa Shrine - Shinnosuke Ueno.

Due to the inheritance ceremony, the Kawakawa Shrine gave Pei Ziyun quite high permissions, and he could read most of the classics, so Pei Ziyun naturally did not waste this opportunity to read all the materials he could read.

Among these materials, Pei Ziyun remembers that there are several documents that are the information and deeds of all the samurai from the establishment of the Kangawa Shrine to the present.

In the documents of the Kangawa Shrine, Shinnosuke Ueno ranks second, and it is recorded that Shinnosuke Ueno was not only a samurai, but also a famous sword master at that time.

The most brilliant achievement is to kill seven samurai at other shrines with his own strength, but after the death of Shinnosuke Ueno, there are very few such people at the Kangawa Shrine.

The face of the idol was cold, looking directly into Pei Ziyun's eyes, and suddenly drew the knife, and the blade of the knife was drawn out for a moment, from slow to fast, and then slashed, as if an electric light suddenly lit up in the air.

As soon as Pei Ziyun saw the cold light, the tip of the knife was about to stab to the chest, this was a knife that was gaining momentum, regardless of speed, strength, or skill, the knife technique had obviously reached an unexpected point.

"Knife drawing?"

"This knife already has the level of a grandmaster. ”

In Pei Ziyun's induction, he saw very clearly, he had a wooden knife, and only listened to the three sounds of "ding ding ding", each knife was pointed on the side, and there was a symphony of gold and iron, crisp and pleasant, and the trick of the statue of the god was immediately oblique.

"Although there are some ways to draw a knife, but it is a combination of drawing a knife and attacking, the founder of this knife technique, Goto Kensuke, because his father was killed by a master, the knife technique was not good at that time, the strength was not good, and this trick was made for revenge. ”

"To say that the weak are better than the strong is actually to be surprised, or to deceive a thousand. ”

"As long as there is defense, it is almost worthless, and the future generations have never heard of a master dying from the skill of drawing a sword. Pei Ziyun said lightly.

The idol did not respond at all, without any hesitation, the wrist naturally turned, the inclined blade turned, and the cold light almost condensed into a crescent moon, and twitched against the major artery in the neck, which was extremely exquisite.

"Good, like the shape of a cloud, remembering the change of the wind, or thinking nothing. Facing this kind of knife technique of the idol, Pei Ziyun secretly praised in his heart: "Sure enough, all sword techniques are no different." ”

For Pei Ziyun, martial arts is a process from complex to simple, with thousands of kinds at the beginning, and when he reaches the grandmaster, he will find that all sword techniques and swordsmanship are secretly combined with each other, and there is no uniqueness.

The shape of a cloud, the change of the wind, or thoughtlessness, is the highest attainment of the Shen family's thirty-seven styles, and this idol is impossible to know, but this knife faintly has the same divine essence, which is the proof.

If it is a god, I am afraid that there is nothing to learn, and there is no place to go, and there is no difference.

Pei Ziyun leaned in, and the tip of the god's knife grazed his neck, but at this moment, the tip of the knife lowered and slashed diagonally towards Pei Ziyun's shoulder.

This knife is like a waterfall and is not fatal, but if you are stabbed, you will be injured, and if you are injured, it will naturally be weakened.

The so-called one-hit kill, for the same grandmaster, can't be talked about, and it's also a layman.

The idol of Mitsuki Fukamatsu, who possessed him, became the most elite samurai in an instant.

"Sure enough, you give your strength, and then reap, and the warriors of the past generations become a part of you!" Pei Ziyun naturally understood when he saw this scene, and he didn't have any anger about it.

Joining the organization and getting promoted by the organization naturally means dying for the organization.

The army is even more typical.

Every organization is like this, the company is just a relaxation point, only harvesting money, but the company also gives less, this move of the gods is originally above board and impeccable, and what is there to be angry about?

Gain power, surrender your life, the axiom of heaven and earth.

"It's just that he just has a physical body, has the soul of a warrior of all generations, and the sword technique has broken into the grandmaster, this is far from enough!" Pei Ziyun lowered his head slightly, his toes were a little, and his body protruded sideways, not only avoiding this knife, but also breaking into the side of the idol.

In an instant, every muscle of the entire body was unified, the wooden knife flashed, there was no trick, but it was just right, just listening to the "poof", there was already a bloody mouth on the shoulder of the idol, and a little blood mist was splashed in the air, and the image was terrifying.

The "dead ......" idol received this knife, not advancing but retreating, the knife light turned, this turn, the back retracted, the center of gravity shifted, and the rise and fall were reversed.

"Yan Hui Chop!" This move is a unique move in the knife technique, using the strength of the back, tendons, muscles, and momentum, to fly out the fastest slash.

This move is not the creation of the Kawa Shrine, it was created by the samurai of Gojo Horizo, although the name is ordinary, but it has talent and understanding in the way of the sword.

This trick can cut down the swallows that fly by.

"Yan Hui Chop!" Almost at the same time, Pei Ziyun had exactly the same posture, an arc crossed, taking the natural principle, responding to the opportunity and taking a natural reaction to the enemy's movements.

The figures of the two were staggered, Pei Ziyun's face sank, and he saw that the world was full of slashes, but it did not cut into the skin, but a little knife qi penetrated the muscles, but only a white mark was left.

And Mitsuki Fukamatsu, who was possessed by the statue, was even more miserable at this time, slashing half of his chest with a knife, and blood was spurting out wantonly.

At this time, Mitsuki Fukamatsu seemed to wake up, feeling the injuries all over his body, enduring the pain, and shouting at Pei Ziyun: "Yamada-kun, save me!"

"I'm just an ordinary reporter who came by accident, please, you must save me!"

Saying that, Mitsuki Fukamatsu still wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Hmph, you still want to cheat me!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, and the cold light submerged into Mitsumatsu Guangxi's forehead, only to hear a "poof" sound, a puddle of blood exploded in the back of the head, and the wooden knife passed through the head, through the front and back, breaking a big hole, and revealing the tip of the knife in the back.

"I ...... How could I die......" Mitsuki Fukamatsu let out a scream, if you listen carefully, this scream is a chorus, and then his body shook and fell to the ground, spitting out this sentence, and he didn't believe it until he died, he would be killed.

After killing Mitsuki Fukamatsu, the entire hall fell silent, Pei Ziyun stared at the corpse and said, "Why, you haven't come out yet?"

The corpse remained motionless.

"Idiot, the gods were originally spirits, and the corpse died, which doesn't mean that the gods are dead, but just now, it's not comfortable, right?"

"This is a demon sword, and it already has the power to kill and injure spirits, not to mention my strength. ”

The words were spoken, but the corpse remained unmoved.

"Don't move yet, if I really lie to you, then go die!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, only to hear a "poof", and stabbed into the corpse again, and then the corpse let out a miserable scream, and there was a puff of blood smoke from the wound, this blood smoke was very strange, white and bloody, and with black gas, when he came out, he quickly floated towards the exit, wanting to escape.

But Pei Ziyun didn't have the slightest carelessness, and as soon as his figure flashed, he intercepted in front of him and approached the smoke.

Seeing Pei Ziyun approaching, the blood smoke screamed miserably, and made a voice: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I'm the foundation of the shrine!"

"Kill me, and the shrine will collapse!"

"It's late. Pei Ziyun slashed down, and the blood smoke slashed into two sections, and it let out a long scream, and with a sudden bang, it automatically became four sections.

"No!"

Three streams of blood smoke disappeared, and the last one still had a hideous face, and it was inhaled unwillingly, and the blood smoke disappeared, and the shrine shook suddenly.

But the shaking subsided again, and then, the surroundings were dark, and then quickly brightened, and Pei Ziyun looked and saw that he was in a secret room.

In front of him is a stone corridor, Pei Ziyun stepped forward, the end of the corridor is more than a dozen steps, along the way, it is the main hall.

The main hall is about 100 square meters, not as dim as the secret room, with a faint light, and different from the main hall just now, it is empty, there is no statue of the gods, only for the god body (the spirit generation), but it is a symbol, quite a quiet feeling.

Pei Ziyun only glanced at it, then pushed open the door and walked out of the main hall.

"Ah, Yamada-kun, are you out?" was a young man outside, his attitude and tone were very respectful, and he showed a little confused expression.

Didn't you say that you didn't come out until the early hours of the morning?

It's still the middle of the night.

"Wait a minute, please go to the other side to rest, I'll call someone, what do you think?" said the young man, and entered a rest room.

A large window can see the trees on the side of the road, and the moonlight shines through, and the light is turned on again: "I'm really sorry to make you wait—please use tea." ”

The young man put the black tea on the table and withdrew, and after a while, there were human voices outside, and there were continuous lights on.

Then the retainers came with men.

Just as soon as they saw it, the two of them knelt on the ground with their hands and kowtowed: "Ogasawara Hidebu and Kanyama Mutsu pay a visit to Yamada Hall." ”

Actually, according to the ancient rites, this is a bit wrong, but in the end, it is now, and behind the scenes, neat shrine maidens and samurai also bow down together.

"Hey, is there any way to identify the Lord so quickly?" Pei Ziyun thought, lowered his face, and asked ( ̄_ ̄).

"Yamada Temple said with a smile, you have received the blessings of the gods, and we can all feel it. Ogasawara Hidebu kowtowed, looked around, and someone handed over the wine bottle, and he respectfully poured wine for Pei Ziyun: "Yamada Dian, I am the president of Ishimaru Kaisha, and I need your strong support in the future, please take care of me." ”

"Yamada Temple!" Atsushi Kanyama took the glass and offered it, and said, "I will handle the contact between the Kangawa Shrine and the believers, and you can do whatever you want." ”

This is the rule, Pei Ziyun took the wine glass and drank it, and asked: "I heard that the Qin Sheng 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 little strange that Kazuo Seri was in charge of the management of the shrine, and in fact he was the head of the three retainers, and he held the most resources of the Kawakawa Shrine.

It was still there just now, why hasn't it come yet?

At this moment, someone rushed over in a panic and shouted, "Oh no, Mr. Qin Sheng, and his son, are dead!"