It was a first-class posture for two days.

The simple understanding of the two-day first-class is the two-knife flow of holding the knife in the right hand and holding the small knife in the left hand.

Although there is a slight discomfort in it, it seems to the layman that this is the case.

But Kenya is not really a first-class Ertian, his hands hold the long sword that appears, and the sword is a double-edged sword, not a sword.

So his two-day first-class is fake, imitated.

The object of imitation is the soul demon dream.

No, it's not just the soul demon dream, maybe it's also its essence, and in some places I have arrived in places that the demon dream can't understand, and I have already understood the teachings of the demon dream master - the soul demon jealousy.

The sword moves the sword, and this kind of swordsmanship is even the experienced Onozuka Komachi.

On Locust Street, the brick road paved with bluestone is very gentle, but it has not been cleaned for many years, and some places are a little muddy after all.

Kenya narrowed his eyes and looked between the several positions where Komachi had been before...... And there were no footprints.

He guessed in his heart that the other party seemed to have the ability to teleport, and a similar situation had been seen in Yakumo Murasaki.

It's just the first time that such a personal experience without warning has been made.

Kenya has no experience fighting Yakumo Murasaki.

But he had a lot of combat experience.

Experience from a certain swordsman.

So when he noticed for the first time, the number of footprints left by the other party on the ground was not much, and the distance between the footprints would not exceed six figures. Kenya understands that the opponent's ability to teleport is not something that can be activated indefinitely.

The distance is within the extreme attack range of a scythe, and there is no precursor but it is not impossible to deal with.

The sense of oppression brought to him by Onozuka Komachi was strong, but it was not as strong as when Kurama Tengu was at Shouya Shrine.

This powerful sense of oppression was originally intended to put pressure on the enemy.

But at such times, it is the other party's miscalculation.

Jian Ya's five senses are very strong, and due to the existence of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, he is very sensitive to the flow of aura around his body.

His perception range is the length of a sword.

The opponent is the range of a scythe.

Kenya lowered his hand and walked towards Onozuka Komachi.

But the wonderful thing is that it is this kind of unguarded action that makes the other party more and more vigilant.

It's not that the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, but Onozuka Komachi really senses something from the other party.

This kind of realm with the will as the sword, the self as the sword, and even the heaven and the earth as the sword.

In history, there will be no more than five people.

However, at this moment, in anger, in calm, Jian Zai faintly touched this realm.

This realm is called sword intent.

It is beyond the realm of human beings.

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It was very quiet in the Eternal Pavilion at the moment, because there was a person busy.

What is rare is that this group of rabbits, who were originally a little naughty, put down their work in unison.

Just amazed at one's wounds.

This person was wearing a ragged linen shirt, if the torn linen shirt with holes in his chest was still Ma Shan.

Blood oozed from his sackcloth, coagulated, spread, and covered his upper body.

Yonglin was silent and began to treat Fujiwara's father's wounds, and Reisen handed the needle knife behind her, his face full of seriousness and curiosity.

In the shed on the side was blood and cloth towels, red and bright exuding a faint fishy smell, in order to take off Fujiwara's father's torn linen shirt from his body, it took Yonglin a lot of effort.

The blood inside and outside the hemp shirt had congealed into pieces, and the blood was mixed with mud and sand, like glue, sticking to Fujiwara's father's chest.

Although the blood clot clotting reduced his further bleeding to a certain extent, it could not change the fact that Fujiwara's father miasma had invaded.

Large blood loss, a large hole in the chest, plus the invasion of miasma.

Feed Fujiwara's father some special medicine that should be eaten by a person of his status.

He also picked at the wound that had solidified at the edges, and squeezed out the pus inside.

Just when she was preparing for further treatment for Daddy Fujiwara's change of gauze.

She saw another wound on Daddy Fujiwara.

The wound was on the wrist, and there was blood on the wrist, but not as obvious as on the chest.

Bayi Yonglin frowned, looking at these fresh wounds, looking at these familiar and somewhat familiar wounds.

Then he looked at the blood-red bandage on Daddy Fujiwara's chest.

She said with some surprise.

"How can it be a sword wound?"

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"I thought you were just sharp in words, but I didn't expect your sword intent to be so sharp. 」

Onozuka Komachi shook his head and looked at Lumia, who was sleeping behind him, but he couldn't smile anymore.

A swordsman who is so skilled in swordsmanship that he understands the intent of the sword is a character who will be respected wherever he is placed.

Especially youkai, ghosts and gods. More advocating the respect of the strong.

However, Kenya's posture at this moment really touched Onozuka's heart, and she couldn't help but have a kind of admiration.

Although he is young, his eyes are firm.

The sword was wielding in his hands, unlike the rigid humans who used to only follow directions.

This human swordsmanship is genuine, summed up from the battle, real and beautiful.

Bloody, swordsmanship.

"My name is Onozuka Komachi. 」

She suddenly said with a somewhat serious look.

"I'll let you leave this world without too much pain. 」

It's obviously a joke, but it sounds so real in this woman's mouth.

Because she's really serious about these 'jokes'.

Because she also said.

"I'll kill you seriously. 」

However, Kenya paused and walked to the most suitable position for a scythe to wield.

He also looked at Onozuka Komachi seriously and said.

"My name is Kenzai. 」

"I'm going to kill you very seriously, too. 」

A grim reaper, a swordsman.

They all showed naked killing intent to each other.

This killing intent is so real that even Yue can't bear to look at it directly.

So the clouds covered the moon, and the moon hid behind the clouds.

At this time, Onozuka Komachi's spirit is all on Kenya's body, and for her who can control the distance, Jianya, who is within a scythe distance, has no defense at all.

With a flick of her hand, she would come to Kenya, and in one fell swoop she would take his head.

If Jian Ya died, then what was the point of the sword intent that was faintly about to break free from the long sword?

However, at the same time as her body shook.

The sword moved.

He moves fast.

Exceptionally fast.

The fastest thing in the world is often not fog, not rain, not wind.

The fastest, is thunder and lightning.

A sword like lightning, and the two swords come out together.

Rush to Komachi.