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Shinto is said to be the sword technique that the ancestor Heiemon suddenly realized due to the power of the gods under the meditation of all thoughts.

This swordsmanship, which was founded in the hands of Heiemon, was promoted in the hands of his most proud disciple Saito Yakuro, and the training hall dojo he founded, compared with the swordsmanship of the Xuanwu Hall and the Shigakukan that were also the three dojos of Edo, the Shinto Wunianliu sword technique of the Saito faction paid more attention to the practicality of fighting and the momentum and power that overwhelmed the opponent, so it was later called "Saito School Wunianliu".

At the end of the Edo period, Shinto Munnenryu was a school of swordsmanship with great influence and many disciples.

There were many celebrity swordsmen at that time, all of whom came from Shinto Munianliu, including one of the three heroes of the Japanese Restoration, Choshu Domain, Kogoro (later Kido Takayo), in addition, the second captain of the Shinsho Group, Nagakura Shinhachi, and the former director of the Shinsho Kuma, Serizawa Ya, were also from Shinto Munnenliu.

Nagakura Eleven, is both the nephew of Nagakura Shinpachi, but also the disciple of Katsura Kogoro, although his Shinto Wunian flow swordsmanship is passed on from the two masters, but it is ingenious, with the combination of the Japanese Zen Heart Sutra and the precepts, the artistic conception of the Shinto Wunian flow, push the way of the worldly 'Zen heart', in the fourth generation of Shinto Wunian flow disciples, it can be said that the actual combat ability is the strongest, and it is also the closest to the artistic conception of the grandmaster in recent years, the sword master, once calmly killed twenty-six pirates without injury......

"The knife is three feet six inches long, the total weight is three catties and six taels, and the name of the knife is no empty thought!"

Compared to the dead Momoi Seal, Kuraki Eleven's appearance looked much more ordinary, but the moment he slowly pulled the long knife out of its scabbard. In those small eyes with single eyelids, there was a terrifying essence, and with the Yaksha tattoo on his bare right arm, the momentum on his body suddenly rose.

Nearly 1,000 Chinese and Japanese people in the arena gradually closed their mouths when they saw the confrontation between the two masters in the ring, and the entire Bund instantly became silent.

Ruoli is still wearing a white-clothed Guoshu uniform today, the blood-red word 'Guoshu' jumps on the towering chest, and casually puts the double hammer in the air slightly, this woman who looks like a peach also opened the shelf of the Tai Chi Mixed Yuan Pile. "The hammer is one foot and two inches long. Each weighs six pounds and four taels, and the hammer name is 'Lei Yin'......"

Kuraki Eleven Lang heard the weight of the hammer in his hand, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly, his Shinto Thoughtless Flow has always been known for its 'strength', 'technique', 'thought', and 'potential'. Among them, the killing knife skill of 'force' is the strongest. The opponent looks weak as water. Unexpectedly, the weight of a pair of weapons in his hand was above his heavy knife, could it be that this woman is also a person who wins with 'strength'?

Vacuum Slash!

The two held each other for a long time. Kuraki Eleven suddenly let out a long roar and cracked the sky, and then a cold silver light pierced the fog on the Huangpu River and slashed directly above his head.

Woo......

The same unstoppable sound of the wind whimpered, and with a wave of his right hand, a hammer with the intention of breaking a fist came first, and the blade in Kuraki Eleven's hand was struck one after another, making a sound as crisp as water.

Dangdang~

Kuraki Eleven's hand shook slightly, only to feel a few forces continuously impact on the tiger's mouth, seeing that Ruoli had no intention of chasing after him, he hurriedly retreated two steps back, and then regretfully rubbed the long knife with some curly blades, and his face gradually sank, "Your boxing skills are very strong, and the hammer method is as fast as lightning, but from what you just did, it is clear that you are a person who destroys the knife and destroys the knife, for the sake of my heart has no thoughts and no emptiness, I have to kill you today, and I hope to forgive you a lot ......if I have no choice."

"Hypocrisy, a warrior should do whatever he wants, kill if he wants, why bother talking nonsense, he is not like a gentleman, do it!"

The treasure knife in his hand was beaten and curled in a row, and now he was deeply despised by this beautiful young woman, even if the clay man is a little hot, not to mention the extremely murderous Kuraki Eleven.

With both hands tightly on the handle of the knife and stretched out his fingers, Kuraki Eleven, who had just used the Zen heart knife, opened his eyes, and with a trace of blood pouring into his eyes, Kuraki Eleven, who seemed to be sitting still, suddenly went berserk.

"There is no time to kill the three seven kills!"

Rushing forward with his feet, Kuraki Eleven broke through the distance on the ring in an instant, and appeared in front of Ruoli, a knife wind was fierce, and his eyes were like two blood-red flames......

Click......

Like the sharp sound of a crossbow cracking the air, it suddenly stopped.

This is the most powerful combo knife technique of the Shinto Thoughtless Stream, since Kuraki Eleven became famous, and rarely seen the nirvana technique, with the sound of swallowing air in his mouth, the strength in his body unconsciously surging into the knife like a tide, so that a murderous sword light and phantom suddenly appeared in the air.

Ruoli face slightly moved, the double hammer in the hand unconsciously like a chaotic cloak knocked out one after another, the long cavity of the hammer tip out of the whining wind, the hammer head and the blade high intersection and strong collision, making the sound of ding ding ding more dense and tight, like the waves surging layer by layer, wave after wave on the Huangpu River.

Jingle Rattle Glare Light!

The sound of the dense impact of knives and hammers was like rain hitting plantains, and like jade beads pouring over a plate, from the initial attraction to unbearable.

Nearly 1,000 Chinese and Japanese spectators on the stage covered their ears in pain......

The silver sword light was like water, the blue-black hammer shadow burst into a whirlwind, and countless sparks and light and shadow burst into flames, and the two gradually fell into the most dangerous situation.

"It's so strong!"

Ruoli, who had just been involved by the sword light spark, looked at the thicker and thicker knife curtain, and suddenly showed a playful expression on his face.

The so-called water overflows and cannot last long.

The opponent's crazy combo knife technique seems terrifying, but it is extremely controlled by the rhythm of the attack, and his own double hammer and hammer sound are the best at disrupting the rhythm of the human body......

"Break it for me!"

Successively blocked the twelfth horizontal cut to the ribs and the thirteenth knife from the bottom to the top in an instant, Ruoli's heart was also full of a trace of killing intent. The soles of his feet turned forward and stepped suddenly, and after the two hammers in his hands slammed into each other in the air to make a long jingling sound, he opened his hands and struck Kuraki Eleven's chest and the long knife he swung again......

While!!

This time the sound was even harsher, because Ruoli had already flipped the hammer head over and used a sharp and heavy cone, and when the two soldiers intersected fiercely again, a crack suddenly faintly appeared on the long knife that was already scarred on the surface......

The so-called power is big and bullying, and the power is overwhelming, if it is not big from the double hammer in his hand. But it belongs to the serious 800 blunt instruments. Even though the weight of this blunt weapon is less than double that of the long sword, its shape and weight determine that it is the nemesis that the long knife cannot match, and thus makes Kuraki Eleven Lang Shinto have no swordsmanship of thought. There's no real room to wield it.

So. Even if the long knife in Kuraki Eleven's hand attacked like a strong wind. But he still couldn't break through Ruoli's hammer blow from the front, especially when these piercing sounds came into his mind, he only felt a little trance in front of him.

Shang Yunxiang and Sun Lutang in the audience looked at each other. The expression on his face was solemn, "This way of sound and martial arts really made my younger brother and sister practice ......"

Whew......

The empty slashing thought that tried to break the bamboo turned into a retreat in a blink of an eye, and the restrained and mellow knife light suddenly turned into a round ball of light, supporting Kuraki Eleven Lang who had come back to his senses and retreated, but Ruoli, who had been prepared for this, how could he give up this rare opportunity, seeing that the knife light was slow, the double hammer in his hand suddenly seemed to be like Lei Gong who was calling for wind and rain, and he kept hitting in the air again and again......

Dingdingding......

This time, there was no more chaos of sword light and double hammer colliding, it was purely a soul-stirring thunder sound that pierced the ears, but this usually seemingly nonsense sound hit caused huge pressure and mental impact on Kuraki Eleven.

If he followed up steadily, his hands were unhurriedly pounding around the blade, and he looked like a seasoned hunter, constantly trying to shrink his limbs and head into the shell of the hawksbill turtle, patiently waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

Kuraki's face turned pale, and his hands gradually trembled a little.

Although this kind of fierce attack and retreat defense sword technique is extremely strong, but the load on the body is also extremely terrifying, not to mention the Wukong Slashing Sword Technique that was interrupted before, every blow is a slash with all the spirit and dark energy......

Tick......

A drop of sweat fell on the ring, Kuraki Eleven only felt the roar in his ears, although Ruoli's twin hammers were still in the stage of careful testing, but he had already realized that once there was a mistake in his hand, what awaited him was a long-brewing thunderous blow.

"I haven't met such a terrible opponent for a long time, this kind of weird sound attack to the extreme, is simply the biggest nemesis of a swordsman who dedicates his body and mind to the long sword in his hand, and advocates 'strength', 'skill', 'qi', and 'position'.

This is an attack that ignores strength, technique, and even positioning, and the terrifying thing is that its radiation range is also extremely large.

Some of the audience in the audience were dizzy from the screeching sound, and some of them even began to vomit with a slightly weaker physique......

Kuraki Eleven's heart twitched, but there was a trace of determination in his eyes, and when the qi and blood in his whole body stirred his heart, making the sound of war drums gradually diffuse from his body, he suddenly roared, stopped retreating, turned his arms in the air and raised them, and then turned the long knife in his hand into a huge light, ignoring the death threat of the two eagle-beak hammers, and slashed at the top of Ruoli's head.

Swish......

The long knife is like thunder, and at the same time, it is mixed with the determination to die together.

Ruo Li's pupils shrank slightly, and a lunge slammed forward to push his body forward, and his hands suddenly closed to the center, and they slammed together violently in the air with lightning-like knife light......

While!

Staggering...... Bang!

A loud roar shook the air in the ring, and then a severed blade spun and flew out, slamming into the logs of the ring......

The aftermath of the air is still there, but the scene of sparks is gone.

Click!

Ruoli ignored the spring light and blood marks that were torn open by the broken blade on the placket, and pulled back the hammer embedded in the middle of Kuraki Eleven's head with a solemn face, revealing the red word 'thunder sound' that was imprinted on the door of his head.

Swish......

Wrapped the white yarn that Chen Zhen threw up under the stage in front of his chest, Ruoli's wrist shook, and the blood stains on the double hammer shook in the air.

Airplanes!

The sound of air resonance without any signs, like a huge bell ringing in the heart of Kuragi, who stretched out his hands in front of him and maintained a chopping posture, snorted out a mouthful of blood, and Kuragi was shocked and then sat on the ground like mud, but maybe the obsession in his heart was not extinguished, so he forcibly swallowed a breath, tried to straighten his body, and pinched out the wisdom mudra of Zen conscience in his hand......

"Great compassion has no tears, great enlightenment has no words, I can't imagine that the sword of Shinto thoughtless is no match for the sound of the great sound of the ......"

In addition to Kuraki Eleven's dream-like last words, the silent boxing ring was occasionally mixed with the subtle sound of broken bones and broken tendons, and when Kuraki's eyes were closed and his head was lowered, his spine suddenly broke into several pieces because of the complete discharge of the breath in his body, making the body that had just sat cross-legged suddenly leaned forward, revealing the Yaksha ghost eating picture on his back, as if the five bodies were bowing to Ruoli......

"What's wrong with embroidering on your body, I want to embroider a yaksha, my mother's thunder hammer can't do anything else, and it's more than enough to subdue your little devil......" (To be continued!)

ps: Thank you for the monthly ticket of the 'Oriental Zelin' brothers, something went wrong at work today, and I was finally busy until the afternoon to code the words, and I repeatedly pondered for a long time to write this chapter, and I worked overtime for a while, if I wasn't busy, I owe a chapter today, and there is nothing else to apologize to the brothers, write more braille with my heart, and give the brothers a first solution...... Kneel and beg for all kinds of support!