"Huh?" After Tsukahara Molong heard the familiar screams of the young samurai, his eyes looked into the distance, but Tsukahara Moryu, who had been smiling, became a little serious, and in the surprised gaze of the samurai of the dog family, he easily let go of everyone and galloped forward.

Due to the speed of the horse, Tsukahara Molong quickly saw the source of the voice: Zhou Dashuai! He was relatively busy during this time, so he put Zhou Dashuai "free-range" in Ueno Country, anyway, with his skills, unless he was surrounded and killed by a large army, he wanted to leave, and few people could really stop him. But this time, Tsukahara Molong's face also changed a little: there were only three opponents, and although they were dressed in casual clothes, the momentum of the Shenjun's mount and the high-ranking people all exposed the fact that they had been in a high position for a long time. If it was just three ordinary second ancestors, Tsukahara Molong himself wouldn't know how much he had fought, but in this line of three people, a handsome young man with almost the same figure as himself seemed to have the highest status, and a middle-aged uncle with gray hair and another much younger young man were obviously in the status of an entourage. At the moment, the handsome young man is fighting with Zhou Dashuai, and the young man wants to come forward to help, but he is stopped by the middle-aged man with a smile several times, obviously very confident in the handsome young man's martial arts.

And Zhou Dashuai was also very embarrassed, although he had that pair of invulnerable gloves, but several shocking wounds on his back and shoulders all showed his decline.

"Let's do it slowly!!" Tsukahara Molong doesn't know the cause and effect, and it's not easy to interfere, especially for Zhou Dashuai, if he really commits another crime and is caught up by the bitter master, he really can't hurt the other party.

"Molong save me!" Zhou Dashuai immediately called for help when he saw Tsukahara Molong, and then almost blurted out: "Kill this little girl!! ”

I'll you...... Professional pit teammates! Tsukahara Molong's face was suddenly very exciting, and Zhou Dashuai called this young lady skin...... It's even harder for me to step on a horse, you don't want the overlord to be pushed by the bow, right?

Although Zhou Dashuai spoke Chinese in excitement, the three of them actually changed their faces and showed angry expressions, obviously understanding what he meant. This made Tsukahara Molong even more jealous, he was a dignitary who could learn Chinese in Japan, and he and Zhou Dashuai joined forces, it was not impossible to kill these three people, but the consequences of killing and the impact on Master Tsukahara Buchuan were not something he was willing to bear. Just as he was about to explain, the young samurai had already grabbed the horse's belly and swung his sword at Tsukahara Molong, while the middle-aged samurai took out his bow and arrow from behind him.

Tsukahara Moryū knew that he might not be able to be good, so he had to capture the young man first, and then let the three of them calm down from their violent state. simply pulled out the bamboo bag knife and rode up to meet it. When the young samurai saw Tsukahara Molong using a bamboo knife, he felt that he had been greatly insulted, and his white face instantly turned red with anger: "How dare a thief hold it up?" With that, he swung the knife and slashed hard, Tsukahara Moryū didn't mean to hurt him, so instead of using the "draw knife to cut off the water", he used the bamboo bag knife to lift it the face of the young samurai, and the sharp katana slashed along the blade of the bamboo bag knife from the top of the Tsukahara ink dragon. The young warrior only felt a huge force coming from the sword, and he almost let go of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two horses were staggered, and Tsukahara Molong consciously defused the attack of the young samurai, and the three arrows had already broken through the air. Two of the arrows were aimed at his chest, and the other was aimed at his own horse. Tsukahara Moryū took a deep breath, but there was a smug look in his eyes: on weekdays, he practiced against the Minowa people, and he was shot a lot, and sometimes dozens of arrows were fired at the same time, and he could still be unscathed. But when he used the knife to block, Tsukahara Molong's complexion changed greatly: This strength is a heavy vine bow! But even if he was caught off guard, Tsukahara Molong still relied on brute force to block the two arrows, but the last arrow was unable to dodge and pierced his shoulder socket. The unprecedented pain came, almost causing Tsukahara Moryū to faint. I've been practicing in the dojo before, and my injuries were also caused by blunt instruments, so it was the first time I was penetrated like this, and my tears almost rushed out.

Just when Tsukahara Molong was hit by an arrow, the young samurai reflexively stabbed him, and blood splashed everywhere. Tsukahara Molong's eyes were red, and he gasped heavily, although because the two horses were in opposite directions, the knife was not deep, but a one-foot-long wound on his back was shocking. At this moment, Tsukahara felt as if his back was being wet in the rain, and warm blood continued to pour out of the wound.

For the first time, Tsukahara felt the difference between the battlefield and the dojo, no matter how realistic the practice in the dojo was, when it really came to the moment of life and death, everything would be different.

"Enough, just teach him a lesson, there's no need to kill him." The handsome young man saw that Tsukahara Molong was amazing at first, and thought that he was a strong enemy, but he was almost killed at once, but after all, this is Ueno Country, and this person is handsome and extraordinary, I am afraid that he also has considerable influence in Ueno Country, and there is no need to make enemies for himself on this trip.

"However, Your Highness ......" The young samurai was obviously unwilling, Tsukahara Moryū used a bamboo knife to face the battle, and easily unloaded his offensive to make him very angry and unwilling, and at the same time there was a deep jealousy: with such martial arts, I am afraid that there is a lot of power behind him, but today he was injured like this, if he does not die, there will be endless troubles. As for this wilderness, who knows who killed it?

Zhou Dashuai's face also changed greatly, he knew the identity of Tsukahara Molong very well, if he really died here, he was afraid that the old man of Tsukahara Buchuan would go crazy and launch the entire Katori Shinto stream to chase and kill them, and he would not be able to escape from it, and Uesugi Kenmasa, Nagano Yemasa and Kohata Kenshige were not easy to match. What's more, after he fled to the Wa Kingdom, Tsukahara Molong has always helped him, although he often goes out to make trouble, but Tsukahara Molong has helped him resolve it, he treats himself as a brother, how can he sit and watch him be killed? I just didn't expect that Tsukahara Molong, who usually teaches people martial arts, is used to it, and actually uses a bamboo bag knife and other people's real knives and guns to do it, and he is so easily hit. Hurriedly taking advantage of the distraction of the handsome young man, a brisk walk came to Tsukahara Molong and protected him behind him. "Whoever my brother, I will fight with him!"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Dashuai's words made the handsome young man frown, obviously disgusted with him. Seeing that there was a play, the young samurai simply clamped the horse's belly and slashed at Tsukahara Molong with a sword.

Tsukahara Moryū, who had been trembling from the severe pain, slowly raised his head under the fierce killing intent of the young samurai, looked at the blade that swung rapidly, and raised his right hand suddenly, "The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!! "With a single sword, the samurai's saber was actually broken from the middle by Tsukahara Moryū with a bamboo bag knife! Then he slashed his backhand and smashed the young samurai's head.

At this time, several arrows came from behind him, Zhou Dashuai ignored the wound, jumped suddenly, and grabbed all the arrows empty-handed, making the pupils of the middle-aged man who had been wandering around the outer circle shrink suddenly.

But how could the handsome young man sit back and watch Tsukahara Molong kill his entourage, and swing it away, but it was directly to Zhou Dashuai. Tsukahara Molong snorted coldly, the angle of the knife changed, and he swung a 180-degree blade on the horse, although the young samurai was unharmed, but the left cheek of his war horse seemed to be cut by a real knife, and the deep bone scars penetrated the entire face, and the war horse was in pain, and immediately raised, but the young samurai was thrown off the horse's back, and he fell to pieces.

The handsome young man saw that the bamboo bag knife used for practice actually exerted the power of a real knife in the hands of Tsukahara Molong, and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy at the moment, so he changed the direction of the knife and slashed at the bamboo bag knife that Tsukahara Molong quickly slashed with all his strength. The two knives were staggered, and the bamboo bag knife was directly cut into two sections under the sharp treasure knife. The handsome young man's sword technique was so fast that Tsukahara Moryū could no longer calmly cut down the blade of the knife as calmly as he did against the young samurai, and under the hard connection, the bamboo bag knife naturally could not compete with the real sword. However, the handsome young man suddenly realized that the opponent was using a real knife, but the blade in his hand had already slashed straight at Tsukahara Molong's head, and he didn't have time to take it back.