The invisible momentum permeated the field, and the pressure in the entire space could not help but increase suddenly, making people feel that the atmosphere was solemn for a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the reason for all this is the two people who are facing each other in the middle of the dojo at the moment.

Pingqing's eyes opened very naturally, and the general secretary's eyes looked straight ahead, and the momentum on his body began to become cold again.

Adjusted his breathing slightly, threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes returned to a clear place, and the physical exertion caused by the previous first blow encounter was also restored here.

At that moment, she and Musashi rushed towards each other at the same time, and slashed at the same time.

Although it was only the first blow similar to a temptation, the strength transmitted from the opponent's bamboo knife made her understand that the other party was definitely not an existence to deal with.

If it was her before, her arm might have been shocked to the point of numbness after suffering that kind of sword blow.

However, now she is no longer just a simple human being, but has the power to break through her own limits.

Therefore, even if she received Musashi's strange power head-on, she was not affected much.

However, it was precisely because of the previous blow that the carelessness in her heart would be completely turned into seriousness and caution.

Because, in this competition, she wants to prove to that person that her sword is not the same as before!

Seeing that the head secretary was a little more cautious than before, the corners of Musashi's mouth were slightly hooked.

The other party could directly take her sword attack with nearly sixty percent of her strength, which already showed that the girl in front of her was different from the other swordsmen she had met before.

What's more, the other party is still a female swordsman like her, which makes her even more interested.

A bamboo knife was casually pinned to his waist, and he only held another bamboo knife in his hand at this time.

Musashi slowly took a deep breath, and his rainbow-colored pupils instantly became gorgeous, and the whole person had entered a certain state.

The air is stagnant again, and the second round of official confrontations has begun invisibly.

As if he wanted to see what kind of realm the director's swordsmanship had reached, Musashi, who was already a little impatient, took the lead in moving.

Before the sword arrived, the intention came first.

Instinctively sensing the danger, the general division did not hesitate to choose to dodge the sword first, and then, the bamboo knife in his hand slashed towards Musashi's side.

Such a swift movement made Musashi's eyes show a hint of surprise.

However, she is also a swordsman who has already reached the realm of [emptiness], even if the situation is a little unexpected, she can react quickly with instinct.

With his left hand, he pulled out another bamboo knife from his waist, and Musashi relied on his innate strange power to pick away the slash of the head office, and at the same time, when he stepped back and left a distance, he adjusted his posture and charged again.

Niten's first-class swordsmanship was perfectly displayed at this moment, although it was only two bamboo swords of the same length, but this did not affect Musashi's unique two-sword swordsmanship.

For a moment, the head secretary was oppressed by the other party's momentum.

Holding the bamboo knife in his hand, he can only defend passively, and at the same time, his body is also retreating inch by inch.

Gritting his teeth, under the attack of the opponent's continuous sword attacks with great strength, the chief secretary began to feel that his arm was slightly numb.

A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his amber pupils, as if he had made up his mind, and the head secretary began to observe the other party carefully as he responded to the attack.

The sword qi tore through the air, and Musashi's sword once again pressed towards the head office.

At this moment, the head secretary automatically retreated a step back, and then, aiming at the gap between the opponent's two sword skills, a stab, directly towards the opponent.

Subconsciously, in the face of the opponent's attack, Musashi chose to withdraw his previous attack and blocked it with a bamboo knife.

However, it was precisely because of this that she reacted later, and the other party would have distanced herself from her.

Ahh Accidentally fooled it!

With a slightly distressed expression, she realized that the purpose of the Director's stab was not to decide the outcome or anything, but simply to get out of her attack range in order to adjust herself.

His body was sweating slightly, and the general secretary's breathing was a little messy.

From that meeting just now, she really understood the meaning of what her teacher said that the other party's swordsmanship realm was much higher than her own.

This kind of swift and non-skillful attack is indeed difficult for ordinary swordsmen to resist.

However, it was too early for her to admit defeat like this.

Slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, the center of gravity of the head office's body dropped slightly, and the momentum of flat blue eyes opened again.

Amber pupils locked the other party's figure in his sight, and the chief decided to use his special move at this moment.

Oh! Is this going to do the final blow? In that case, I won't be able to relax!

The brilliance of the iridescent pupils rose a little more, and Musashi held the sword in his hand, and an ethereal aura permeated her vicious body.

Along with it, there is also an awe-inspiring feeling that makes you feel depressed to breathe.

This blow must be decided! I want to let the teacher know that my sword is much faster than before!

The sword momentum has been formed invisibly, concentrating its own energy, and the extremely fast sword is about to be slashed out.

"One step overrides the sound! Two steps to the next! Three-step sword! ”

"[Nameless-Three-Stage Spike]-!!"

The figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and before the rest of the people could react, the head secretary didn't know when he had appeared in front of Musashi.

The extremely fast sword that has been constantly exercised in the past two years is vividly reflected at this moment.

Even Musashi didn't react at this moment.

Because, in her cognition, it is impossible for the human body to reach such a speed.

However, he will definitely become a great swordsman in the future, even if his eyes and spirit have not fully reacted.

Relying on the intuition of the flesh for many years, Musashi's body began to move on its own.

The phantom of the Fudo Ming King appeared in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

By the time everyone else saw the situation in the field, the two men had already switched places with their backs to each other.

The bamboo knives in his hands burst in response, and the weapons of both sides were destroyed by the other party's attack at this moment.

"Yes...... Is it a draw? ”

Isamu Kondo frowned, and he couldn't help but say something.

Obviously, the swordsmanship of both of them surprised him very much.

Not to mention Musashi, even when the head secretary will be able to cut such a fast sword, Isamu Kondo doesn't know anything.

If you think about it this way, you are really derelict as the team leader........

"No, it's not a draw. It was the Director-General who lost. ”

Bai Ye sighed helplessly and said.

At the same time, as if to verify his statement, at the moment when his words fell, the black ribbon that the head secretary had used to bind his hair suddenly broke at this moment.

The cherry blossom-colored hair spilled down, and the girl who was its owner didn't seem to be relieved.

After a long time, the chief secretary couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Me, did you lose.......

There was confusion and complexity in his tone, and at this moment, Bai Ye didn't know whether the result of this competition was good or bad for his own disciples.