"The twenty-seventh generation of Chiko Muramasa, Shirou is also!"

The boy's name made the two ceremonies show obvious surprise.

Of course she had heard of the name of Chiko Muramasa. This is a legendary swordsmith who was born into a famous swordsmith family in Ise Province during the Warring States period, and the most famous demon sword in Japanese history, "Muramasa", was forged by him himself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first swordsmith in Japan.

The red-haired boy in front of him claims to be the twenty-seventh generation of Chiko Muramasa, presumably after Chiko Muramasa became famous, he became the name of this lineage of swordsmiths from generation to generation, such a thing is not uncommon in Japan, and the knife in the boy's hand is also worthy of the name of Chiko Muramasa.

The Liangyi family has always had the habit of collecting swords, and they have become masters of this way. With her eyesight, she could see at a glance that the knife in the young man's hand was a new knife that had only recently been baked, but the aura entangled on the knife was not inferior to many centuries-old knives that had been refined over time, and it had reached the level of being able to cut mysterious things, which was unheard of.

However, it is one thing to be able to forge a good sword, and it is another thing to be able to use a good knife - can this young man exert the power of a knife?

With such a question, Shi quietly leaned closer to the barrel where all kinds of knives were placed. She has to pick a suitable knife, and if the teenager can't support it, she can support it in time. The level of using the Taidao is already above the dagger, and the barrels are filled with the best knives, if there was such a knife before, she would not be so embarrassed at all.

When Shi began to choose his sword, the beasts in the distance also leaned over, and the first to charge were the three black wolves. Although wolves are not as good as tigers, leopards and bears in terms of individual strength, they like to be in groups, like to fight more and less, and are extremely vindictive, once they are targeted, even if they run dozens of kilometers to die, causing a lot of trouble to the escape of the mother and daughter.

"It's the most troublesome thing when you come up. Shiki muttered quietly as he quickened his selection of weapons.

On the other side, Wei Na, who was still full of vitality, waved his hands and shouted: "Brother Shilang, come on, kill them, kill them!"

Shirou turned his head and smiled confidently at Weina. Then, the sword was swung out, and the black wolf that rushed the fastest instantly split into two. The whole process is extremely smooth, as if it is not a fierce black wolf, but a piece of tofu.

With a slash that cut down the waves, Shirou shook his wrist, and the blood slid down the blade, leaving no trace on the blade. Immediately after that, another knife was swung. This time, he swung his sword even more, killing two other black wolves at once.

"Try?"

At this time, Shiki finally saw the techniques used by the boy. That's what every swordsmith does, it's not about the genre, it's not about the inheritance, it's not even about martial arts, it's just just trying out the knife.

Although it is very ordinary, there is a hearty feeling of refreshment in the hands of a teenager. It was a reaction that had been tried thousands of times to integrate into instinct, and it was a matter of tempering to reach the realm.

He must have spent his days and days of tempering since he was a child, he forged not only the knife, but also the person, any knife in his hand is a test object, and the target is the herd in front of him.

One knife, two knives, three knives.

The boy just stood at the door, concentrating on testing the sword in his hand with the demonic beast.

While testing, he muttered to himself.

"The feel is very good, and the sharpness and toughness are also good, why does Master say that it is a failure?"

I don't have to worry about this—Shi thought. However, in the next second, reality was reversed, and dense black shadows fell from the sky, a flock of crows.

Driven by the mastermind behind the scenes, the crows launched non-stop sacrificial attacks, and the speed of swooping down from a high place and the sharp beak caused no less damage than the claws and teeth of the black wolf.

In a sense, this is a more tricky existence than the wolf pack, because the wolves can rush up to only a few, but the crows can rush up a dozen or even dozens, and this number has exceeded the limit that the Taidao can handle.

However, the red-haired boy did not panic, and in the moment before the crows arrived, he took a deep breath, and then shouted, and the sword slashed out with all his strength from top to bottom - it was still a trial cut, and the young man named Shirou seemed to only use this trick.

Compared to the huge number of crows, Shirou's attempt was so small, as if he would be swallowed up by the vast flock of birds in the next moment, but the result was the opposite, it was not Shirou himself who was engulfed, but a dense flock of birds.

A knife, just a knife, the birds in the flock of birds were like someone stuffing explosives into their stomachs, and they burst from the inside, and the splattered flesh and blood were suddenly covered all over the earth.

"That's amazing. Weina's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "However, the knife doesn't seem to be able to bear it." ”

As Wei Na said, while blasting off the flock of birds, the knife in Shirou's hand also had a shocking crack, which was obviously unusable.

The young man stretched out his hand and knocked on the center of the crack, and the originally clear sword instantly dimmed and shattered.

"It turns out that the problem lies in the design, according to Master's request, it should all be turned into powder in exchange for the greatest power - well, I really don't practice enough. ”

The burst of the crows did not make the beasts flinch, but instead aroused their ferocity, and they rushed forward one after another. The boy is unaware of this and is still immersed in his own world.

The "be careful!!" style saw that something was wrong and hurriedly reminded him.

"Ahh

However, after all, the wakisha is a short knife, and the length is not as good as the Tai knife, and it seems that there is no special effect of exploding the birds at the cost of the blade shattering. It didn't take long for the teenager, who had lost his range advantage, to fall into a disadvantage.

"Mom, throw a long knife to Brother Shirou. Wei Na rolled his eyes and shouted at his mother.

Shiki had the same idea, and before she could finish speaking, she had already drawn a Notai knife and threw it at Shirou.

"Next!"

The Notai knife arced through the air, swirling over the boy's head, and then—was slapped away by a bear. The idea of not being a Japanese style is easy to fight, but the people who are manipulating the herd behind the scenes obviously don't intend to give them any chance.

Yes, they—the herd's target is not only Shirou, but also Shikiwa and Weina.

While Shirou was surrounded, the remaining beasts began to pound the fence, trying to wipe out the mother and daughter in the courtyard.

Shi protected his daughter behind him with one hand, picked up the Tai Dao that he had already selected, and shouted into the house.

"Come, let the horses come. The old man in the house runs, and the beast rushes in. ”

"I'm so tired of yelling, don't you know that quenching is the most critical step?"

The man in the house said this and walked out of the door.