The next morning, after breakfast, Miyamoto Musashi walked alone towards Ichijoji Temple. ↖ Top ↖ Story ↖ ↖,

Not far from the Ichijo Temple, he found some disciples of the Shijo Martial Arts.

They set up checkpoints on the road, forbidding samurai and civilians to go to Ichijoji Temple.

Of course, those civilians did not dare to complain.

However, their behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of some wandering warriors, so they clashed with the disciples of the martial arts hall.

The disciples of those martial arts halls are not vegetarians, they are not only numerous, but also have been trained by orthodox samurai, and some even orthodox samurai come to learn the arts.

After some conflict, the wandering warriors suffered a lot of losses, and in the end they could only endure it and retreat, but they still kept cursing and swearing.

"What a bunch of goddamn bastards! The Yoshioka family is really too domineering. ”

"Such a wonderful duel didn't let us watch it, it should be because they were afraid that they would lose and not look good."

"They deserve to be killed by Miyamoto-sama two heirs in a row, I don't think the Yoshioka family's boxing skills are anything remarkable at all."

Some ronin samurai said viciously.

Hearing this, some martial arts disciples couldn't help but be furious, and wanted to go up to fight these bastards, but they could barely suppress their anger under the strong suppression of the first samurai.

It seems that the news of a duel between himself and the Yoshioka family has spread.

Miyamoto Musashi secretly thought, but why didn't they allow these ronin samurai to go and watch the duel.

So he stepped forward and saw Miyamoto Musashi, and the samurai who was the leader couldn't help but change his face. Then Pi looked at him with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here? Why are they not allowed to go to the Ichijoji Temple to watch the duel. ”

Miyamoto Musashi asked coldly.

"This should be Miyamoto-sama Musashi."

The samurai still wanted to make sure.

"That's right."

Hear here. The ronin warriors couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.

It turns out that this is the main master!

They wanted to come up and get to know Miyamoto Musashi. But they were stopped by those martial arts hall disciples one after another, so there was another burst of scolding.

"Our hall master said that in order to keep the duel from being disturbed, we will not let those people go to the Ichijoji Temple for the time being."

The warrior said with a smile.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at him coldly, but he couldn't see anything but a smirk.

In the end, he just snorted coldly, he didn't want to affect his state of mind before the duel because of this incident.

He was a real expert in this area, and he was deliberately late when he fought on Yanliu Island. It was Sasaki Kojiro who was in an unstable mood to win the competition, and this time Yoshioka Matachiro may be playing the same trick.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Musashi left here, completely ignoring the shouts of the samurai behind him.

Miyamoto Musashi slowly came to the front of Ichijoji Temple, and in the distance he noticed a large crowd waiting for him under a pine tree.

Miyamoto Musashi did not suspect a deception, so he walked over to them.

Yoshioka was dressed in a gorgeous samurai costume and looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a hideous expression.

"Miyamoto Musashi, today is your time of death."

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The eyes of those martial arts disciples looking at Miyamoto Musashi were like looking at a dead person, and it shouldn't be like this under normal circumstances. Because Matachiro Yoshioka can't be his opponent.

And...... And some of them still have bows and crossbows on their backs, and they come to watch the duel, what are they doing with bows and crossbows?

Looks like I'm a little careless today.

Miyamoto Musashi's mind was racing. But he remained untouched on the surface.

"Who is dead will have to be compared to know. Could it be that Yoshioka-kun is so confident in himself? ”

Yoshioka Matachiro suddenly laughed, and with a wave of his hand, those disciples drew their swords and surrounded Miyamoto Musashi.

"What do you mean by that?"

Miyamoto Musashi asked very angrily.

"What do you mean? Of course it was to kill you? Can't you even see that? ”

Feeling that he had won the game, Yoshioka Matachiro said with a sneer.

Hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi's heart couldn't help but sink.

He looked at the people around him, and estimated that there were at least about a hundred.

And many of these people are samurai with high martial arts, and they are not at all comparable to ordinary ashigaru.

He knew that now was definitely the most dangerous moment in his life, and if he was not careful, he would die here.

While thinking about countermeasures, he asked with a cold face, "Have you decided to give up the pride of your family and the honor of being a samurai, and you should rely on such a despicable method to achieve victory?" ”

"The pride of the family?"

Hearing this, Yoshioka Matachiro couldn't help but laugh hysterically.

"What pride do we have in the Yoshioka clan? The pride of our Yoshioka clan has been knocked to the ground and trampled on and trampled on by you, and now I don't know how many people are laughing at us Yoshioka are useless waste. Do you know how much I hate you when I hear them? ”

Speaking of this, Yoshioka Matachiro had a hideous face, but Miyamoto Musashi did not speak with a cold face.

"You killed my two brothers, but you're not satisfied. You're still coming to a duel with me, trying to kill me in a duel. I'm already the last of our Yoshioka clan's lone seedling. ”

"If I lose again, we Yoshioka will be completely wiped out, and you say I still want the pride of the family and the honor of the samurai."

Yoshioka Matachiro's eyes revealed endless hatred, as if he wanted to peel Miyamoto Musashi and cramp.

"As long as I can kill you, I'm willing to let me go to hell."

Miyamoto Musashi sighed secretly, he knew that Yoshioka Matachiro was determined to kill him here.

So he didn't hesitate any longer, and he suddenly rushed towards Yoshioka Matachiro.

At the same time, he pulled out his twin knives and slashed at Yoshioka Matachiro.

Since there is no way to be good, then only the thief can kill the king first.

As long as they can kill Yoshioka Matachiro, then their backbone will be gone.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes flashed with an astonishing murderous aura.

As an orthodox samurai. In general, they will wear two knives, one long and one short.

A long knife is generally a sword. Usually used against enemies.

The name of the short knife is Wakisa. It is used for seppuku, and it is generally not used to defend against enemies.

However, Miyamoto Musashi did not have this scruples, because the genre he founded was called "Niten First-class", and legend has it that when he participated in the festival at Aramaki Shrine, he found that the two drumsticks that struck the drum cooperated with each other and made a consistent sound.

Inspired by this, he realized that "two days are first-class".

As soon as this genre is opened, it is necessary to train and master the double knife.

Especially when your life is at stake, you should not hesitate to swing your twin swords at the enemy.

I saw Miyamoto Musashi suddenly kill him. Yoshioka Matachiro was startled, and then blurted out, "Despicable! ”

But soon he felt a heat on his face, because his besieging of Miyamoto Musashi was even more despicable.

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi's double knives were about to be slashed, Yoshioka Matachiro wanted to dodge.

But all around him were disciples of the martial arts hall, and there was no way to hide.

In desperation, he picked up his katana and blocked it with its scabbard at Miyamoto Musashi's sword.

Yoshioka Matachiro is also a bit capable, in order to avenge his brother, he practiced family martial arts hard, and finally exerted his power at this time.

This scabbard finally blocked Miyamoto Musashi's god-like sword.

Blocked Miyamoto Musashi's sword. But there was nothing to resist him.

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi's wakicha was about to be slashed at his body, Yoshioka Matachiro's face became shocked and angry.

He doesn't want to die! Even if you die, you have to die with Miyamoto Musashi!

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of his brother? How can he be worthy of the honor of being abandoned by him?

Luckily. The surrounding disciples reacted very quickly, and they all swung their swords and slashed at Miyamoto Musashi.

Seeing several swords slashing towards him, Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly.

I saw that he was like a swimming fish, dodging the two knives cut by the side, and then blocked the knife cut by the other side with Wakicha, and then continued to kill Yoshioka Matachiro with murderous intent.

Yoshioka Matachiro was so shocked that he was sweating profusely, and Miyamoto Musashi's moves were too vicious, and the moves did not deviate from his vital point, and the offensive moves followed one move after another, so that he didn't even have a chance to pull out the sword.

He had to use his scabbard to fend off Miyamoto Musashi's attacks, but he believed that as long as he could withstand this wave of attacks, those disciples would kill him.

Thinking of this, Yoshioka Matachiro concentrated on the sword in Miyamoto Musashi's hand.

The two of them fought very quickly, and soon Ding Ding Dangdang's two swords were together.

Seeing that the surrounding martial arts disciples were slashing at him again, Miyamoto Musashi not only did not fear, but exuded an astonishing battle intent on his body.

This danger of dying at any moment stimulated Miyamoto Musashi's blood boiling, he had never felt his spirit so concentrated, and the sword slashed next to him seemed to be reflected in his mind.

He felt as if he had touched the emptiness he was seeking.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes suddenly became full of murderous intent, and then became expressionless.

But the sword in his hand swung faster, and it was as if he had eyes on his back.

Either dodge the swords that came from all sides, or block the swords they slashed over, and those disciples were dumbfounded.

"It can't be!"

"Kill him! Kill him together! ”

Those disciples shouted one after another.

So they stepped up their offensive and continued to kill Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi swung the sword in his hand at Yoshioka at high speed as he dealt with the swords around him.

Either with a sword, or with a wakicha, or with two knives to attack together.

Yoshioka also concentrated all his energy to deal with Miyamoto's attack, facing his strongest enemy and facing the person he hated the most.

He felt as if his swordsmanship had broken through his usual limits and was moving towards a new realm.

He even found an opportunity to draw the Tai Dao, and he believed that as long as this battle was over, his swordsmanship would definitely improve to a new level.

Thinking of this, Yoshioka's face showed a hint of joy. (To be continued......)