In Saburo Ono's villa, Sasaki Yamamoto was practicing his sword in a clearing behind him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the open space, there are many logs, which are scattered everywhere, roughly the height of a person, and there is a straight line on the top of the logs.

These straight lines are very messy, and at first glance they are drawn at random, some are diagonal, some are horizontal, and some are vertical throughout the entire wooden column.

Yamamoto Sasaki was now swinging his sword slowly in the open space next to him, his pace was not fast, his knife was not fast, but it gave people a very heavy feeling, as if he was not just a katana, but a heavy mountain.

As Yamamoto Sasaki swung the knife again and again, his footsteps became faster and faster from the previous slowness, and the speed at which he swung the knife became faster and faster, but the heaviness on the knife became stronger and stronger.

Yamamoto Sasaki's body suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he rushed directly into those logs, and the katana in his hand turned into a series of sword shadows and landed on those logs.

In just two or three seconds, Yamamoto rushed through the forest of wooden pillars, he stopped, turned around, and the wooden pillars behind him began to break and fall towards the ground.

Yamamoto put away his katana, and then examined the stakes one by one, examining the lines that he had cut.

The lines on these stakes were drawn by him, and then the stakes were also placed casually, and he didn't look at these lines carefully before stepping into the stake array, he just observed those lines by the moment he rushed in, and quickly took out his knife, slashed down those lines, and cut the stake in two.

These lines are messy, which means that the previous stake is likely to be from top to bottom, and the katana is from the top to the bottom when chopping, while the line of the next stake is a horizontal knife at the top, so you need to switch the most suitable position for the sword in the shortest time, adjust your body, and change your pace.

This kind of training seems very simple, but in fact it is very effective, these stakes are like enemies rushing over, those messy lines, is the angle that may kill the opponent, such a long-term training, can greatly train a person's reaction ability, knife speed and observation ability, over time, even if it encounters a critical situation, he can also make the right response at the moment of danger.

Yamamoto Sasaki quickly checked the broken stakes all over the ground, and his brow furrowed slightly, because among these stakes, there was a knife that was crooked.

Although it was only a knife and it was not crooked, Sasaki Yamamoto was very strict with himself.

He waved his hand at the man standing not far away, and the man commanded several men to collect the broken stakes, and then took out the new stakes prepared next to them, marked them at random, and then placed them on the ground again.

Yamamoto Sasaki walked back to the coffee table next to him, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the tea again, took two sips, and was about to continue to practice the knife, but the mobile phone on the desktop suddenly rang.

Sasaki Yamamoto picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and connected the call, which was from his apprentice Saburo Ono.

"Sasaki Yamamoto?"

Yamamoto Sasaki's ears suddenly sounded a strange man's voice, his voice was a little low, and his accent was slightly jerky.

Yamamoto Sasaki's eyes suddenly showed a sharp eye like a knife, his back was also straightened all of a sudden, and an invisible evil aura spread from his body, and his whole temperament changed greatly.

"I am, who are you?"

The male voice on the phone said in a deep voice, "As a well-known master of the Erzhai Hall, are you going to hide in your disciple's villa all the time and not come out?" ”

"Yang Hao?" Yamamoto Sasaki squinted his eyes slightly, and asked in a calm voice, "You are the Huaxia cultivator who escaped a few days ago, what happened to your apprentice?" ”

"Your apprentice? Do you mean Saburo Ono? The male voice on the phone smiled softly: "He's lying on the road now, but he's already in two, I'm afraid I can't talk to you." ”

Yamamoto Sasaki's eyes revealed an undisguised murderous aura: "Yang Hao, you killed Saburo Ono, you need to pay more price, I know your details, I know your origin, you can't escape." ”

Naturally, it was Yang Hao on the other end of the phone, and when he heard Yamamoto Sasaki's words, Yang Hao's eyes also surged with a strong murderous intent: "Why, Mr. Soul Slashing, I also killed one of your disciples, and you are also ready to kill my family in front of me as before, so that I can live in pain but not be able to take revenge?" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki obviously paused, because he seemed to hear something else from Yang Hao's words, and more importantly, Yang Hao called him Soul Slashing!

"Like before?" Yamamoto Sasaki's mind flashed countless images, and finally paused on a picture, that is, one of his disciples was killed by a woman, he found the woman, in front of her, beheaded her entire family, tortured the woman, but did not kill her, not even abolished her, what he wanted was for her to live forever in pain and remorse, he didn't mind the other party coming to him for revenge, because the woman's strength was too weak, in front of him, like a baby who had just learned to walk, without the slightest lethality.

"You're the woman's helper?"

Yang Hao didn't answer, but asked again, "Are you going to hide like this all the time, Master of the Second Lent Hall?"

Yamamoto Sasaki sneered: "I've been waiting for you, didn't you hide before, if I didn't want to fight, then I wouldn't stop in Nagata at all." ”

Yang Hao said coldly: "Okay, make an appointment, bring your knife, and let's make a dignified decision." ”

Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "Okay, you said the place." ”

Yang Hao was obviously prepared before he called, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, by the Wushui River in the west of the city, you come alone, if you bring people, I won't appear, I want to kill you, you also want to kill me, we are all people who practice martial arts, let's make a break with the weapons in our hands, the winner will leave alive, and the loser will die!" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "Okay, I'll go to the appointment on time." ”

"Then I will wait for your arrival, and besides, you can now send someone to collect the body of your disciple, and walk along the road out of the villa, and you will see."

Yamamoto Sasaki hung up the phone, summoned the man who was with him, and whispered a few words, the man's face changed slightly, bowed and left quickly with a few men.

Yamamoto Sasaki sat on the chair with a gloomy face, Saburo Ono was dead, Yamamoto Sasaki was certainly angry, but it was more of an anticipation of tomorrow's battle.

He was eager to use the knife in his hand to kill Yang Hao with his own hands, cut off his head, avenge his disciples, and make a name for himself.

After thinking about it, Yamamoto Sasaki still dialed Kimura Maki's phone, because Kimura Maki repeatedly told him after knowing Yang Hao's identity before that if you find Yang Hao, you must tell him.

"Kimura-kun, Yang Hao appeared, he killed my disciple Ono Saburo and called me to challenge me."

Kimura Maki's voice suddenly became excited: "Okay, I'll rush to Nagata immediately, since this kid dares to show up, I want his life!" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki said in a deep voice: "If you show up and go with me, that guy will definitely not show up, he told me that I was the only one who made the offer, we fought alone, and used the weapon in our hands to settle the old grudge, by the way, I understand why he came to kill me......"

Yamamoto Sasaki told Olivia about it: "He should have come to deal with me on a special trip, and when I asked about you, it was only because of Sakai Rika that he shouldn't have done anything to you, after all, Sakai Rika is intact and didn't suffer any harm because of you." ”

Kimura Maki snorted coldly: "It's not that he wants to hurt me now, but I want to find this guy and kill him, you don't know, for that Sakai Rika, I am procrastinating again and again, who knows that in the end, Yang Hao picked the peaches, this breath is not out, my heart is not happy after all!" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki frowned and said, "I don't care what you do, but in this battle tomorrow, I will go alone." ”

Kimura Maki laughed: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to rob you of your credit?" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "He killed my disciple, I naturally want to kill him personally, don't interfere in this matter, I inform you, just because I want to tell you that he came to me and has nothing to do with you." ”

Kimura Maki said in a deep voice: "But haven't you thought about losing, what if you are not his opponent, or, what kind of conspiracy and tricks the other party uses against you, you are so sure that you will win?" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "The terrain next to the Wushui River is flat, as long as I am careful, who can tolerate me, as for the question of winning or losing, there is no such word as losing in my dictionary at all, I will definitely come back with the head of that arrogant boy." ”

Kimura Maki said angrily: "Since the other party dares to invite you to fight alone, it means that the other party is sure to deal with you, if you have this mentality, nine times out of ten you will lose!" ”

Yamamoto Sasaki was yelled at by Kimura Maki like this, his brows furrowed unhappily, he and Kimura Maki are both masters of Nisaido, although Yamamoto Sasaki is not as strong as Kimura Maki, but it is not much different, how can he tolerate it?

"Hmph, then what do you want to do, as long as you appear, he won't appear, the terrain is flat, and there is no way to hide people."

Kimura Maki suddenly smiled lightly: "I didn't say I was going to follow, if I followed, as long as the other party is not a fool, he won't show up." ”

Yamamoto Sasaki was afraid that Kimura Maki would disturb the duel between him and Yang Hao, but now when he heard him say this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what do you want to do?" ”

"You go to duel yours, but I want to know the specific details of your battle, you win, kill him, things are good, but if you lose, I will take a helicopter to chase and kill as soon as possible, how can I say that I also have to avenge you, right?"

Yamamoto Sasaki sneered: "If you want to collect my body, you think too much." ”

Kimura Maki's old voice laughed: "Anyway, it's settled, I'll leave right away, next year I'll watch from afar, and if something goes wrong, I'll come by helicopter to help." ”

Yamamoto Sasaki didn't object this time, he was confident in himself, but he didn't object to making more plans, and in fact, what Kimura Maki said also made sense, since the other party dared to take the initiative to call and ask him to fight, it must be something to rely on, or the other party is also very confident in his own strength.

Sasaki Yamamoto hung up Kimura's phone, thought about it, and suddenly felt that he should also go to see the scene of his disciple's death.

The place where the accident happened was not far from the villa, only two kilometers, and Yamamoto Sasaki quickly arrived, and when he looked at the steel bars nailed to the ground at various angles, staring at the car and the bodies of those bodyguards, Yamamoto Sasaki's face showed a solemn look.

Being able to easily use some almost scrapped steel bars as hidden weapons to kill so many bodyguards shows how powerful this person is.

Yamamoto Sasaki saw the dead Saburo Ono, and also saw the broken katana, he squatted next to Saburo Ono's body, carefully looked at his wounds, and looked at it for a long time before he stood up, his face was slightly solemn.

He had already seen that Yang Hao seemed to have killed Xiao Ye with only one or two moves, and there was no fierce battle between the two of them, and Xiao Ye was completely killed.

Yamamoto Sasaki knows the strength of his disciple, although he is much worse than himself, but under the premise of having a katana, the combat power he can burst out is still quite good, but he seems to have been killed by someone clean and neat.

The opponent is not only strong enough, but also has a good weapon.

Yamamoto Sasaki subconsciously clenched the katana in his hand, the knife in his hand is called Chizuru, and it is also a very famous weapon in Nisaido, sharp and strong.

He picked up Saburo Ono's katana, threw it to a bodyguard, and asked him to hold it with both hands, he stood in front of him, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, staring at the katana in the bodyguard's hand, and pulled out the knife suddenly.

The katana was pulled out of its scabbard with a clean grinding sound, and the katana reached a terrifying high speed with the help of the speed at which it was drawn, and then slashed straight at Ono Saburo's katana.

Clang!

With a crisp crash, Saburo Ono's katana broke a large part again, smashing on the ground with another crashing sound.

Yamamoto Sasaki raised his katana in front of him and carefully examined the blade, and after a long time, a faint smile appeared on his serious face.

You have a sharp sword, and I have a katana no less than yours, so shouldn't you still have the idea to take advantage of my carelessness to cut off my weapon and then kill yourself, just like killing Saburo Ono?

This inevitably takes him too seriously, and takes himself too lightly, right?