"Eng...... Hide......" Sojiro Seta seemed to have a walnut stuffed in his throat, and he was speechless in surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No need to say more!" The long-haired figure did not look back, and said lightly: "Let's talk about it after killing!"

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!" the young officer looked disdainful: "It's a pity, it's also a good beauty!"

said that it was a pity, but there was no mercy at all. As soon as he waved his hand, dazzling sparks bloomed from the barrels of countless guns.

Unlike those gunmen on the night mountain back then, as a regular army, both in terms of proficiency and gun models, they are now far superior to the former.

The bullets were dense and pressed like a mountain, blocking all the retreats of the target two.

From an objective point of view, they are indeed a group of soldiers who are both qualified and excellent.

But so what?

The two of them are also excellent swordsmen, and one of them is at the pinnacle of mankind!

One side is a collection of group battles, and the other side is the king of solo battles.

Which is stronger and which is worse still needs to be contested to know!

The wind rose and fluttered gently, like a light veil caressing the face, but what followed was a bloody rain.

The long-haired figure vanished in an instant, only countless sparks flashed out of thin air in the air. Sojiro Seta was surprised to find that every bullet that came at him was cut off, and the one that was harmless to him was ignored.

The sound of puff and puff sounded around him, and countless bullets hit the ground, but none of them could hurt him in the slightest!

What the hell is this...... What a keen sense of observation!

He once thought that he had practiced swordsmanship to the pinnacle, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he was still far behind.

Compared to the swordsmen who roamed the Edo era, he was as fragile as a flower in a greenhouse.

Not only swordsmanship, but also the heart.

An extremely tragic scene was unfolding in front of his eyes.

The long-haired figure flickered like the wind, and behind him were stumps and blood, merciless, without mercy, even if it was a simple killing, there was no waver.

The word chrysanthemum made a pleasant chirp, hearty, as if breaking free from comfort and turning into a dragon!

"Swordsmanship is a murderous trick, no matter what reason is used to modify it, it cannot hide this fact!"

In just a few breaths, dozens of soldiers have been slaughtered, and the long-haired figure is stained with blood, even on her face, but she is smiling: "This is what I taught you for your master, the last lesson!"

Sojiro Seta swallowed and stammered, "But ...... But those people are just doing what they are told, they are innocent people, right?"

"Innocent?"

But before the next words could be spoken, I heard the young officer shout in a panic: "Strange, monster! What about the machine gun, is the machine gun mounted?"

"You're ready!"

The black metal monster, supported by a tripod and exuding a cold smell, stood in front of the two of them.

"Oh, it's an old friend again!" the long-haired figure licked his lips.

"Hahaha!" The young officer had a sickly smile on his face and shouted loudly, "Fire, kill that monster!"

"Yes!"

The machine gun made a deafening sound, and the bullets rained out like splashing water.

But its opponents did not retreat but advanced, swimming against the current.

"Hydra Flash!"

Bullets and bullets, after many years, collide again!

One two three Wu Lu Qi Jiu!

A simple combo of nine hits, but only eight clusters of sparks were fired.

Because the machine gun only had time to fire eight bullets.

The long hair was stretched in a straight line, like black lightning, staggered with the machine gun, sliding deep marks on the ground.

And after that, there is a flurry of steel and parts.

The gunman's pained expression, the young officer's surprised look, and Seda's admiring look were all frozen at the same moment.

The last sword is used to determine the winner!

The woman turned around with a satisfied face and wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead with the back of her hand: "New model, it feels much stronger than before!"

Strong?

Why was Qiang chopped to pieces by a long sword?

The young officer shouted frantically in his heart, but soon he got an answer.

"But alas, I'm stronger!"

The strong win, the weak lose, rightfully so, and isn't this exactly the militarism pursued by young officers?

He had nothing to say.

But only through personal experience can he appreciate the unwillingness, remorse, anger, and ...... of the weak Fear!

Will those who have been conquered by Japan and become losers feel the same way in the future?

But this time, he didn't wait for an answer.

The long sword engraved with flower petals easily cut off his head.

Blood gushed from his neck, and the head rolled into the mud.

Maybe he has a great future, maybe he is highly valued, but now, he is just a dead man.

Since it is a dead man, it is not worth caring.

Or rather, it's not worth getting someone to care.

I don't know each other, I don't have a chance, and death is the means to end everything.

This is the concept of Yingluo.

If you are a friend, you will enjoy wine, and if you are an enemy, you will also have a sword.

Kikuichi's text was inserted in front of Sojiro Seda, Yingluo glanced at him, and said with a chuckle: "I thought you were already a man who stood alone, but I didn't expect you to still be a child, and you have pity for the enemy, but it's really naïve!"

Sojiro lowered his head and said ashamedly, "Ten, I'm very sorry!"

"Stupid boy, there is no need to apologize!" Ying Luo patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "It's not a sin to have mercy, it's just that for the swordsman, it's a little weak." But it doesn't matter, compared to us who are the undead at the end of the shogunate, the new era needs young people like you more than us. ”

Sojiro was even more ashamed: "Yes, thank you for your teaching. ”

"Ha, don't be so restrained, I'm not your master. After Yingluo finished speaking, he pulled him up, looked at his bloodstained body, and then asked, "How is the injury, can you still walk?"

"The injury is not light, but if you just walk around, it shouldn't be a problem. ”

"Well, no matter what, you're also a person with a 'swordsman's body'. Yingluo picked up Ju Yiwen again, waved his hand to him and said, "Then follow and kill with me!"

"Kill whom?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Okubo Ritsu!"

Sojiro looked excited: "Are you also going to kill him because of the militarism he proposed? Sure enough, his ideas are fundamentally aggressiveism, and he can get nothing but war and sorrow." If Japan falls into the hands of such people...... Oops!"

Kikuichi slapped the text on top of his head, interrupting him.

"What do you want?" Yingluo said, "I killed him, just to take revenge." ”

"Revenge, for whom?" Sojiro didn't understand.

"Then you don't need to ask, of course it's him. Ju Yiwen pointed to the middle-aged man in military uniform who had died.

Sojiro was surprised and asked, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know!"

"Then why ......?"

"No why, just because I saw it. Yingluo turned around and said solemnly: "Sojiro, you and I are just swordsmen, that's all. There may be superb swordsmanship and superior force, but this does not become a basis for judging right and wrong. Militarism may bring sorrow and pain, but it is not without merit, and its extraordinary cohesion and resolute execution are not what makes it strong?"

"It's just a governing philosophy, there are pros and cons, good and bad, but everything is like this, and you can't completely deny it because it has a bad side. Like a sword, if you use good, you will do good, and if you use evil, you will be evil, and what will happen depends on the person who holds the sword!"

"I didn't kill him for the sake of the state, and I don't have that qualification. I just want to seek justice, there are countless people who have died in vain in the world, and I can't save them, but since I see it, it is fate, and since there is fate, there is a reason to draw the sword. So, I'm just trying to avenge someone. ”

"In my eyes, he is not a minister of the country, but a bastard boss who betrayed and betrayed his subordinates. Cutting him is like cutting a thief, that's all!"

"So needless to say, just keep up! give up those boring assassination methods and learn how to kill as a swordsman. ”

Yingluo laughed: "Although you are not mature enough, you are still a swordsman!"

A swordsman should look like a swordsman!