Miki Yuji's fight with his second opponent has begun. Again and again, again and again, the block again and again made Miki Yuji involuntarily retreat every time. Although he strictly implements the tactics that have been formulated for a long time to drain the opponent's physical strength, Miki Yuji's opponent is a terrifyingly strong guy. Every time there is a collision and confrontation, Miki Yuji is completely at a disadvantage. Now it is not the opponent who is really being consumed quickly, but yourself.

Give up your current tactics and use your skills and abilities to quickly and lightly eliminate your opponents?

No way!

Miki Yuji immediately vetoed his plan. This kind of risk is too great, if you let the physical superman in front of you pass, it is likely that you can drag down your master tomorrow. Miki Yuji remembers what tactics other teams used against their main generals in recent games. And the physical monster in front of him is likely to be an important means that the opponent plans to use to drag down his main general. Therefore, not being dragged down by the enemy, but dragging the other party by yourself, is the real means to ensure the victory of the team.

Sweat dripping from the helmet ran through Miki Yuji's right eye, causing it to close involuntarily. But Miki Yuji's only remaining left eye still bloomed with a strong sense of determination. Although my physical strength may not be as good as yours, my will will will never admit defeat!

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The young samurai in the blood circle finally took the initiative to attack this time, and the old samurai who had lost his mobility and combat effectiveness rushed forward, and the sword slashed away as quickly as lightning. In his eyes, the one-handed old warrior had already lost all his physical strength, and the blood dripped all over the battlefield from the numerous injuries. The blood had also taken away his physical strength from his whole body, and most importantly, his right leg had made him incapacitated!

It's been a long time! It's time to win this match to prove your samurai honor, a beautiful and sweet honor!

The young samurai slashed his sword into the chest of the old samurai and the heart of the old samurai, and judging by his performance in recent times, it was impossible for him to dodge his own attacks. But at the same time that the young samurai attacked the old samurai with all his might, the old samurai acted. The body moved as if it were a young man who was not injured. Instead of dodging the young samurai's attack, he took the initiative to charge his body towards his opponent's sword, only avoiding his own fatal heart.

The young samurai's sword instantly pierced the old samurai's entire chest, and the old samurai's saber also cut off the young samurai's neck at the same time. Blood mixed with air foam continued to gush out violently, spraying the two of them who were almost face-to-face entangled, dripping red liquid from top to bottom. The young samurai let go of his sword, and the young samurai fell to his knees, and the young samurai used his hands to try to stop the liquid from pouring out of his neck. But the huge gap in his neck couldn't be stopped. The blood flowed out and the life drained, and within a minute the young samurai's kneeling body fell straight to the ground, motionless. The old samurai, who also knelt on the ground, slowly stood up with his opponent's sword running through his body. After looking at the whole field, he walked out of the blood circle, came to the small flag outside the field, held the small flag with the name of the place written on it in one arm, pulled out the ground, and then walked back to his team with the small flag. During the whole process, the sword that ran through his body from front to back was like a ghostly ornament, constantly dripping with drops of hot red liquid, leaving a terrifying, red path behind the old warrior.

Miyako sighed, "He's won! But he won't live either." ”

As if to confirm Miyako's judgment, the old samurai had just walked back to his position and planted the small flag on the ground, when a mouthful of blood mist erupted and he fell to the ground. Under the impact of his falling body, the war knife that pierced his body advanced a long way again.

Mimiko sighed and looked at the representative of the main seat Shimazu, and praised loudly, "The Shimazu family is indeed the terrifying existence that suppressed the indigenous forces of the entire Surf Island. In this old samurai, I seem to see the definition of the bloody, cruel, and crazy Shimazu samurai in the legend. This is the samurai soul of the Shimazu samurai, and the battle of this old samurai is believed to make the new generation of young Shimazu samurai who have grown up in peacetime understand the true spirit and will of their ancestors."

Shimazu, who was in the main seat, nodded with a smile, as if he was not sad or moved by the death of the old samurai, "Thank you, the Shimazu family will always be the Shimazu family! If the Shimazu family loses the spirit and will of its ancestors, it is better to really call it die and die!"

Miyako, "If the Shimazu family still retains the spirit of this old samurai, the Kazama family believes that the Shimazu family will remain undefeated. ”

Representative Shimadzu, "Thank you!"

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At the final scene of the high school kendo competition, Miki Yuji put his hands on the ground and knelt on his knees, and the referee next to him had already begun to count the seconds. Sweat flowed down the junction of the armor and armor. In a confrontation just now, Miki Yuji fell to the wind again, and then fell to his knees due to physical exhaustion.

“…… 7…… 8……”

When the referee read 8, Miki Yuji stood up.

The referee came to Miki Yuji and asked loudly, "Is there a problem?"

Miki Yuji shouted, "I'm fine!"

The referee, "What's your name?"

Miki has two, "Miki!

The referee saw that Miki Yuji was really conscious, so he blew the whistle to continue the game. Then, the guy who looked like a terrible bison immediately rushed towards Miki Yuji with his sword in a rage. Miki Yuji's opponent shouted loudly, "Surrender!

One by one, he hit Miki Yuji's sword, and again and again, Miki Yuji kept going backwards. In this situation, Miki Yuji involuntarily slowly retreated step by step towards the white circle on the edge of the field. If you exit this white circle, then it means that Miki Yuji has failed, but Miki Yuji has been getting closer and closer to the boundary of this failure under the continuous attack of others like a storm.

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The field of the blood circle has been cleared. In fact, it was only the body of the young samurai who had lost his life that was dragged out of it. No one had to deal with the drops of blood that were all over the place, and no one had any idea of dealing with the puddles of blood that looked like a small lake.

A second small flag representing the name of the place had been planted at the edge of the arena, and another Shimazu samurai was already standing in the middle of the blood circle with his sword. His opponent, a stout warrior in a fiery red suit, was moving his body with a contemptuous gaze, step by step into the bloodring battlefield of the two dead samurai.

Miyako of Du Fair began to explain to Du Fair, "The samurai of the Otomo family, this time the Shimazu family is in trouble. ”

"Why?"

Miyako, "The Shimazu family and the Otomo family are mortal enemies, and this hatred can be traced back to four or five hundred years ago, and it has long been impossible to distinguish who is right and who is wrong. Too many people on both sides have died at the hands of each other's families, and the current Shimazu family is said to have been expelled from the original island of Kyushu by the Otomo family. So just as the Shimazu family longs for the Otomo family to disappear forever, the Otomo family also wants Shimazu to be destroyed early. So they're going to give it their all. ”

Du Pingping didn't understand how there could be any possibility of leaving his hands in such a duel where someone must die. But I also understand that in this kind of feud battle, it is easier for both sides to fight real fire. So this battle is another terrible battle that will never stop fighting.

The samurai of the Otomo clan had already entered the circle of blood, raising their swords in both hands and making a contemptuous voice.

Samurai Otomo, "Shimazu mongrel, are you ready to die?"

Shimazu samurai, "You should be the one who is ready to die, Otomo Notoma!"

The battle began in an instant, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, pieces of clothes and blood continued to scatter everywhere, but neither of them had any idea of stopping, resting and fighting again, and in the stormy continuous attacks, sparks and slashing sounded together. It's a battle of quick countermeasures, as if the slow-moving side will lose.

The Otomo samurai suddenly raised a kick, and the Shimazu samurai was defenseless, and the kick was kicked out 3 meters later. As soon as the Shimazu samurai's body landed, the Otomo samurai had already rushed to follow. Before Shimazu could react from the kick, Otomo Samurai had fallen to his knees on his arms, laughing cruelly and slicing off his head with his sword.

Samurai Otomo laughed and stood up, holding the head of his opponent he had cut off, despite the fact that his whole body and face were already sprayed with blood, and after spun around to show off his trophies, he walked to the small flag on the edge, dropped his head, and pulled out the small flag. He glanced back at the seat of the main seat Shimazu again, and then walked back to the seat of Otomo's house proudly. The Otomo samurai who had just killed the man who had returned to his place ignored the blood on his hands and filled his mouth with some food, and poured a pot of sake directly into it.

It's really cruel, bloody, and barbaric! It's not at all the atmosphere and aura described in TV and movies.

Du Ping set his eyes on the representative of Shimazu, who was still motionless, as if it was just someone else's business.

Mimiko smiled and explained softly to To, "The Otomo and Shimazu families in the Warring States period were both known for their barbarism, blood, and cruelty, and this is nothing. ”

Du Pingping nodded in understanding, and turned his gaze to the other seats in the main hall. The various characters in those seats seem to be very normal to this.

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In the middle of the National High School Kendo Tournament, after a swords and swords slammed into the venue, Miki Yuji took two steps back and fell to one knee on the ground. The referee immediately blew the whistle for the pause, which forced the opposing player, who was about to take advantage of the attack, to reluctantly withdraw from the safe distance step by step.

The referee approached Miki and was about to ask about Miki's situation. Miki Yuji had already stood up slowly with the sword in his hand, but the action of standing up accidentally drove the injuries in Miki Yuji's body, and one didn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Miki Yuji's mouth, squirting out the helmet, startling the referee.

The referee immediately asked, "Miki, you don't have a problem, right?"

The opponent is really a terrible opponent, and after the previous rounds of mutual blows, it has brought serious internal injuries to Miki Yuji's body, and even caused Miki Yuji to spurt blood.

Miki Yuji firmly, "I'm fine." ”

The referee was even more adamant, "No! you have to go down and check." ”

Miki Yuji tried hard to deny, "I'm fine!"

The referee has blown the whistle to stop the game, and the doctors outside the stadium have been called by the referee again.

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Another small flag with the name of the place was inserted into the edge of the blood circle again, and an Shimazu samurai in a blue battle robe walked indifferently into the battle circle that was already covered with blood pits. In the main hall, another samurai stepped out of their position and slowly walked into the battle circle step by step.

The Shimazu samurai put on a posture ready to attack after saluting, and the opposing samurai also showed a posture that could attack and defend after saluting at the same time.

The Shimazu samurai remained motionless, like a venomous snake waiting to be caught. The opposing samurai slowly rotated and swam clockwise, as if they were meerkats that specialize in preying on the most venomous snakes, their eyes constantly flashing with a cunning and cold light.

The opposing samurai swirled around the Shimazu samurai in a huge circle, an irregular circle with a constantly changing radius. In the center of the circle, the Shimazu samurai constantly followed his enemies and slowly turned, always keeping his face facing his opponents. Those who can compete in this special arena are all masters of kendo, and the masters are very sensitive to the high opponents, and they can often be detected by a change in their eyes.

The eyes of the Shimazu samurai blinked instinctively, and the opponent samurai launched in an instant, and a figure crossed the distance like lightning, and a silver sword slashed directly at the face of the Shimazu samurai. The traditional samurai robe is a very loose garment, and this lightning-fast change immediately causes the garment to make a series of snapping sounds, like waves crashing against the side of a ship.

The sword is a very simple sword path, and the master uses it is still very amazing momentum and visual sense, as if a black snake killed it in an instant with a terrible fishy wind. From Du Pingping's point of view, this sword, the sword and the arms, waist, and legs are all connected in a line, and it has reached the point where the divine dragon appears in the way of the sword, connecting the strength of the whole body into one, triggering the existence of the divine dragon in the human body.

When!......

The Shimazu samurai is also a master, and the sword is like a beam, and the horizontal frame is blocked, and it immediately latches on the sword body of the opponent's samurai, pulling out a long series of huge sparks, and pulling out a long series of steel grinding against each other. Although Shimazu's entire body seemed to be bent a lot by the force of the opponent's attack, he finally managed to block this fatal blow from his head.

The sword is empty, and the opponent samurai misses the blow, and with a swing of his body, he returns to the circle where he was walking. With a determined gaze, he slowly rotated again, but this time his direction of rotation had changed from clockwise to counterclockwise.

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On the sidelines of the high school kendo match, the doctor in the arena has announced that Miki Yuji can no longer fight, and although Miki Yuji wants to hold on to something, the referee has announced that he must leave the court.

Aiko Imamiya, dressed in a red robe, stood up and came to Yuji Miki's side to stop his efforts.

Aiko Imamiya, "Miki has worked hard!"

Miki Yuji was ashamed, "I'm sorry, Lord! I didn't finish the task you gave me. ”

Aiko Imamiya, "No, you've helped me tremendously. From now on, this will be my war alone!"

At this moment, Aiko Imamiya, who was standing here silently, was blooming with a huge momentum as hot as fire. She opened her arms, and the members of Tachibana High School began to slowly wrap her in leather skirts, leather armor, and leather helmets, as if a brutal dragon was revealing its hideous body little by little. The last buckle was firmly fastened, and Aiko Imamiya began to slowly walk towards the battlefield in the middle of the field, step by step.

Countless enthusiastic and crazy cheers rang out behind Aiko Imamiya, burning with her huge momentum, as if a huge flame was rising behind her to render the sky. In the back of this huge flame, Aiko Imamiya stepped into the battlefield in that white circle step by step, and her cold gaze fell on the opponent who had previously caused Miki Yuji to bleed and injured his internal organs just by relying on the impact between swords and swords.

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On the battlefield in the blood circle, the two samurai swords collided fiercely again, fiercely colliding, and colliding with each other. The sword collision was followed by an arm-to-arm collision, and the arms of both sides were as hard as iron, making a real hand-to-hand fight. The Shimazu samurai is obviously a master of the middle line, paying attention to grabbing the middle line, stepping on the middle palace, and fighting hard. And his opponent obviously likes to use the flexibility of his body, avoiding his edge, draining his stamina, and looking for opportunities to strike a thunderous blow.

The opponent samurai jumped lightly like a spirit monkey, and actually reached the back of the Shimazu samurai, and another blow cut the spine of the Shimazu samurai. From the situation of the two samurai swords striking each other, and the arms and arms of each other, we know that it must be a sword that can break the human body, if it is real, not to mention the vertebrae, that is, the entire human body has been cut.

"Good!"

Cheers for the rival samurai could already be heard from the seats in the main hall. The people around were all knowledgeable spectators, and the opponent's samurai body swooped down on the opponent's back like a ghost. To everyone's surprise, it also brought a huge killing opportunity.

The Shimazu samurai rushed forward in an instant, like a tiger pounced on a prey that was close at hand. Although he dodged this fatal blow in an instant, he was also cut a huge wound from top to bottom in the back by the opponent samurai. White bones loomed in the flesh, and blood continued to flow like water. The opponent samurai did not rush to attack, and once again revolved around the Shimazu samurai, as if a carnivore that had been hovering around the injured prey, slyly waiting for the constant weakness of the prey. Slowly, the Shimazu samurai could no longer keep up with his opponent's spin, but his opponent seemed to wait patiently, and slowly he kept wandering around and watching. Sweat from the pain continued to run down his forehead, and his eyes had slowly become unable to open.

The opponent samurai launched in an instant, and a figure once again crossed the distance like lightning, and a samurai sword slashed straight at the face of the Shimazu samurai. The traditional samurai robe made a sound like a wave crashing against the side of a ship, and in the next moment the samurai sword pierced the head of the Shimazu samurai.

The whole hall fell silent, and the battle was finally over. The Shimazu samurai once again failed to defend the game.