Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was cold and his tone was disdainful.

"I am the ancestor of Genji!"

In a sense, this is not a rhetorical statement.

The sound of words could not stop the sword from falling.

When the temptation is over, the fight begins.

This time the sword was several times more dangerous than the previous one, so dangerous that Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't care about the ribs that hit him in the chest.

One is that he has an understanding of the defense capabilities of the Ghost Soldier Division, so he is also confident.

The second is... Even if his heart was crushed, he would not die.

Although it has been a long time since I have used the "regeneration" ability of the dog god, because there are not many people who can threaten his life, this "ability" will not "fade".

As a "warrior", Uesugi Kiyoshi is almost perfect.

He has great strength, quick speed and reflexes that are good enough to handle most people's skills, and a terrifying resurrection ability, the only thing that may limit him is that his physical strength is a little less than his stamina.

However, most of the life-and-death battles are decided within a few tenths of a second, which is not a serious shortcoming.

Uesugi Kiyoshi jumped high, condescending, and Miyagawa raised his sword and pointed obliquely at the sky.

The two are no longer competing, but desperate.

The bet is on who fears first.

Generally speaking, this kind of confrontation is that the younger generation is more vigorous and will not be timid.

This... It's the same.

Uesugi Kiyoshi is actually not a young man anymore, but the loneliness in his heart has not faded.

Isamu Miyagawa is different.

He didn't want to die with a ghost here.

He was carrying too many things, the Shinsengumi, the Heroic Soul, and the majestic goal of honoring the king.

Half of his life's pursuit has not been realized, how can he die here?

Thinking of this, he hesitated a little.

With this hesitation, he has already lost this encounter.

To be honest, Isamu Miyagawa can't remember the last time he sacrificed his life to fight, which year or month it was.

Since he became the head of the Shinsengumi, the most he has done is to plan actions, appease his subordinates, deal with his superiors, and suppress the heroic soul in his body so that he will not sink.

The last time there was a real bloody war was probably four or five years ago.

Miyagawa Yong is no longer the brave he used to be.

Uesugi Kiyoshi is at the time when the edge is revealed.

Those two cold and bright ghost cuts were rushing to break him into three pieces.

Miyagawa's mind was racing, but he still didn't make the decision to end up together--his ribs changed halfway, and he opened Uesugi Kiyoshi's left-handed knife, and at the same time pulled back, trying to distance himself in the gap he had won.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's knife is not that slow.

The Shinsengumi's Haori was twisted into rags, blood splattered, and Isamu Miyagawa's left arm had been cut with flesh and blood, and blood gushed out.

One successful blow, the next offensive continued.

Uesugi Kiyoshi rushed left and right, smiling wantonly and recklessly, and the two ghost stalks were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, attracting the vital points of Miyagawa Yong's body.

Losing the opportunity, the injured Miyagawa Yong parried no longer as easy as he had been, his injured arm trembled, holding the knife in one hand, dealing with the thunder knife that Uesugi Kiyoshi had added, it was already like a lonely boat in a storm, and it could capsize at any time.

Although the book is long, in reality it is just a flash of lightning.

A staggered, the chief of the Shinsengumi hung up the lottery, and was severely pressed and beaten by a teenage boy, and he was about to drink hatred and cut the sword with the ghost.

Those swordsmen of the new selection group seemed to have just reacted, and one by one their eyes were about to split, and they shouted loudly and wanted to save them with their swords.

For a while, the sound of choking swords out of the sheath was endless.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa was watching the play with great interest, but in fact, preparations for rescue had already been made in his hands.

He knows Uesugi Kiyoshi's "strong", but he knows Miyagawa's "strong" even more.

That's a swordsman at his peak.,At the same time, it's also the link of the heroic soul.,Over the past few decades,There have been countless ghosts and gods and transcendents in his hands.,He's the banner of the Shinsengumi.。

What he never expected was that for so many years, as the head of the Shinsengumi, Isamu Miyagawa had shone in the position of a politician, but his side as a swordsman had become rusty.

There is no problem with his strength, and he can still command the Mibu Wolf to expel the ghosts and gods and suppress Kyoto, but his own sword heart is probably already in the dust.

Coupled with the deafening words of Kiyoshi Uesugi and Ryunosuke Akutagawa just now, his belief was shaken even more.

This slightest wavering is very fatal.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the anthill, and the defeat of a swordsman began with the loosening of faith.

The swordsmen of the Shinsengumi moved, Uesugi Kiyoshi was in the upper rank, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke naturally couldn't let them besiege their own "boss" like this.

Holding his top hat with his bandaged hand, Ryunosuke Akutagawa muttered to himself.

"What... Even Isamu Miyagawa is no match for Uesugi? ”

"Just kidding... This is one of the five swords in the world on par with Uesugi's teacher, and he is a master swordsman with natural reason..."

“...”

"Say it earlier! I said that you were like this, why should I go to flatter the sons and young masters of those chaebols! ”

"Tsk..."

"We still haven't fought such a rich battle, hey, we can, it seems that we don't have to bow our heads in front of those arrogant officials in the future."

Speaking to himself, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's work has not stopped.

Mo Yu's cane slammed the floor, his expression was solemn, and he became a little crazy.

"Miscellaneous fish just do their job as a miscellaneous fish, just be responsible for onlookers, that level of battle, how can you let you interfere?!"

"Although I didn't bring anyone here, no matter what I say, I'm also the president of the Collectibles Association..."

"Aren't you doing that..."

"Didn't you take me seriously?"

"Rashomon!"

With a low shout, the whole building began to move rhythmically.

The wooden floor cracked, revealing a dull limestone, and in the midst of it, a tall and wide gate rose to separate the battlefield.

The ancient gate glows with a deep glow, and with the wave of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's cane, the gate opens.

It was pitch black, like a beast out of its cage, and in the silence, a terrifying atmosphere rippled out.

The "Rasho Sin Beast" swarmed out in droves, slowly surrounding the swordsmen of the Shinsengumi.

They walked in unison, their blood-red pupils glowing with blinding blood, like well-trained soldiers, completely turning the tide upside down.

The collector "Rashomon" is best at fighting the enemy with one enemy and thousands of miles away.

It all fell into the eyes of Isamu Miyagawa.

An unprecedented sense of crisis is raging in my heart.

When was the Shinsengumi forced into this position?

This is in Kyoto! It's on its own turf!

The opponent is just some ignorant little devil!

Isamu Miyagawa finally seized a moment to catch his breath, and stabbed his left leg again, and the ribs in his hand slashed horizontally to Kiyoshi Uesugi's chest.

Although he had the protection of the Ghost Army, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not suffer a knife wound, but the strength of this knife still penetrated into his chest, making his eyes a little black, and the offensive was stagnant.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Miyagawa Yong pinching a sword finger in his hand, and there were words in his mouth.

Uesugi Kiyoshi listened to a few words and understood.

It's not beating, it's starting to shake people.