On the avenue outside Tokyo Subway Station.

The shadow warrior who was originally frozen in the ice rose to the sky with the power of the demons, shook off the broken ice on his body, and regained his mobility again, and the Taidao who was dragging on the ground attacked towards Abe Temple with sparks.

Abeji's eyes were as calm as water, and he reached out to catch the twin knives flying in the air, and collided with the black sword that lingered with the power of the ghosts and gods several times in an instant.

"Is this the power of the demons......

In the sound of gold and iron, Abeji suddenly jumped back a few meters and widened the distance.

He frowned and looked at the [Sun and Moon] in his hand that couldn't stop screaming.

On the blade, there have been several gaps.

Taking advantage of the gap between the shadow warriors stepping forward, Abeji sank his waist on the spot and accumulated, and his double swords went from the bottom to the top, trying to slash the opponent into the air.

It is the gesture of the elegy of the mountain bear of the first-class of the two days.

However, he faced the experienced and exquisite swordsmanship of the Ping Jiangmen, not the reckless mountain bear.

Sensing his movements, the Shadow Warrior was very experienced in sinking his waist, holding the sword horizontally in front of him, and after blocking the upward slash of the double blades, he took advantage of the moment when Abeji Temple was exhausted, and slashed out horizontally.

"Damn."

In mid-air, Abeji Temple could not avoid it, and he saw that he was about to be buried under the black sword that haunted the power of the ghosts and gods.

The twin knives in his hands let out a spiritual roar, and suddenly broke free from his hands, flying and intertwining in front of him.

It turned out to be the twin swords of the gods who had not yet attained the Lord, spontaneously protecting the Lord.

Then, one person and two knives were slashed by the simple and calm slash of the flat gate, and flew to the maple tree on the side of the road.

"Click".

The sun and moon swords were broken in two under the opponent's slash, and they fell to the ground weakly.

I don't know if it was because of the huge force of the shock or the destruction of the two swords that shared the same mind, and the blood spurted out of the mouth of Abe Temple.

"It seems...... That's it? ”

Looking at the shadow warrior who was walking towards him step by step, Abeji smiled bitterly.

And then......

He resolutely rolled on a lazy donkey, turned around and ran.

……

On the square of Kanda Myojinja Shrine, Kotori Yuma Bow is standing beside Kobo, repeating the action of taking a bow and drawing arrows without hurry.

Her right hand had already been cut by the bowstring, and drops of blood slid down the bowstring and fell on the surface of the bone-like longbow, disappearing as if swallowed.

But she didn't realize it.

"Boom...... Woowoo woo ......"

The crisp string sound and the crying tail of the demon bow crying like a cry just sounded and then dissipated.

Because the target was too close to her.

The two shadow warriors were holding knives and constantly bombarding the golden rune bell, shaking bursts of Buddha light.

The propagation of the Dharma with his eyes closed and chanting sutras actually resisted the slash of the two ghost and god incarnations with his own strength!

But at the moment he was pale, bloody at the corners of his mouth, and crumbling, as if he had reached his limit.

Obviously, the black-armored warrior in front of him may smash the golden bell with the next knife and inflict it on himself, but there are not too many waves in the heart of the little bird Yu Zhengong.

Her eyes swept over the edge of the square.

There, lying on the sidelines lay the headless bodies of several agents.

Like a leek being harvested.

A few minutes ago, after obtaining the power of faith belonging to the Pingjiang Gatepost in the main hall, the shadow warrior who had achieved the body of a ghost and god swung his sword straight at her.

In order to cover the evacuation of the birdie Yumako, several detectives stood in front of her in flesh and blood......

With his own life, he fought for a glimmer of life for her.

The norms of joint action were carried out by them with their lives.

Looking at the golden bell that was crumbling and about to shatter under the sword, a trace of regret passed through the little bird Yuzhengong's psychology.

"Mr. Araki, I may not have the opportunity to receive your guidance in the future......"

……

"The dilapidated alley of the Xuanwu Pavilion can't get into the car, so I'm tired of Kiryu Normal moving forward from here."

On the side of the road about 700 meters away from the Xuanwu Museum, a tall middle-aged man wearing a kimono, wearing a wooden knife, and stepping on clogs, accompanied by several people, walked out of the car.

He is the master of the kicking gym specially invited from Kyoto by the natural flow of reason.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can teach the guy who broke the rules of the market a lesson......"

The man with the demeanor of a master said this, and led the way into the alley beside the road.

At this moment, a strong gray aura surged down from the sky and rushed into the interior of the alley.

Several men who were naturally rational were swept through their bodies by the gray arrogance, and their eyes immediately rolled and they fainted.

Inside the Xuanwu Museum.

A man dressed in a black samurai kai and wearing a long knife stepped into the dojo in a hurry.

"Huh? Is it finally here? ”

Sousuke Araki, who was playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and looked up at the visitor.

"Hey, don't you understand the rules for changing shoes before entering the dojo?"

Seeing this kicker wearing retro samurai armor and stepping on the tatami mat without changing his shoes, Sosuke Araki's expression immediately became murderous.

Do you know how difficult this tatami mat is to clean?

"Your Excellency is so powerful, but you are in a corner of peace and serve the puppet emperor, it is really a shame for the samurai of our Eastern Kingdom......"

Glancing at the dilapidated small dojo, the man in samurai armor said with some disdain.

"I don't understand what dialect you're talking into...... Since you've even put on your protective gear, let's start quickly, I've got someone to wake up early tomorrow......"

Ignoring the other party's Kanto dialect, which was as obscure as the ancients, Sosuke Araki took care of himself and put protective gear such as noodles, carcass, armor hands, and hanging, and impatiently picked up the wooden knife on the side.

This helmet stinks, and after wearing it, he can do nothing to make his health bar slowly empty, which really makes him not want to wear it for a second.

The man on the other side was able to wear it all the way, and he was also ruthless.

"Beichen is a knife stream, Sousuke Araki, see Sam!"

According to the rules of the competition, Sousuke Araki held the wooden knife in front of him with familiarity and reported his name to the other party.

After this, he slowly raised the long knife above his head and lowered it to a position behind him perpendicular to his body.

It was Beichen's gesture of a knife.

A fierce momentum began to accumulate on him, like a beast about to be released.

Glancing appreciatively at Sosuke Araki's aura, the middle-aged man wearing a samurai helmet gently pulled his armor and covered his face.

Then, with his weight sinking back and his body bowing slightly, he slowly held his hand on the hilt.

An undisguised murderous intent locked on Sosuke Araki.

"Is it a way to live? Natural Rational Flow of these people, did they go to invite foreign aid from other factions? ”

Feeling the murderous intent in the other party's sword drawing posture, Sosuke Araki, who had fought with the natural rational flow, was a little puzzled.

The natural flow of swordsmanship, stick art, jiu-jitsu, and qi fusion is the result of swordsmanship, and the starting style is naturally not like this.

Looking at the other party's posture, it seems that there is a bit of a taste of cohabitation, but it is not the same.

What he didn't know was that the rise of the Japanese kendo school dates back to the thirteenth century.

Long before that, at the beginning of the Heian period, samurai honed their swordsmanship just to kill their opponents in the first place in a battlefield fight.

In order to cut down the enemy with the sword worn at the moment when the spear and naginata in their hands were broken or shot down, the samurai often practiced a "sword drawing technique".

Compared with pulling out the weapon and then slashing at the opponent, the knife drawing technique of directly using the momentum of drawing the knife to "kill the opponent with one blow" is naturally more advantageous.

This is a sword technique that is completely in the service of actual combat, and it is also the earliest prototype of Juhedao.

"In that case, let me give you the way a warrior should die...... Soma Kojiro, see Sam! ”

With a sword in hand, the samurai said in a quaint Kanto accent.

Soma Kojiro is the real name of Heishomon.