Taro Frostshima drew his sword and attacked the eldest sister fiercely.

Seeing the sudden sword, Shijima Kiyomi narrowed her eyes and held the hilt of the sword intently.

There is an indomitable determination in what sword momentum, a retreat from the front and back, she can't see such an ethereal thing.

What I can find is that I haven't seen him for a while, and my brother's swordsmanship level has increased a little, but this is far from enough.

"Drink." Kiyomi Frost Island spotted the gap in Taro Frost Island and swung a sword at the moment when there was no room for it.

Brother, your swordsmanship is still not enough.

The swordsmanship of the Frost Island family does not focus on parrying, the only thing they want is to attack and attack, advance is to attack, and backward is also to attack.

Fighting against such a younger brother who is sick in the second middle school, Shijima Kiyomi is also a little excited.

Seeing the eldest sister attacking towards his gap, Taro Shikishima had a sly smile on his face.

There is fraud, although Taro is sick in the second year, but in swordsmanship, he adheres to the characteristics of the frost island family, weird and tricky, absorbs the strengths of a hundred schools, and deliberately shows flaws to show weakness is also advocated in swordsmanship.

The experienced Kiyomi Frostshima changed her move out of thin air and dodged Taro Frostjima's trap, while controlling the knife's left hand violently, and Su Zhenwan hit Taro Frostshima's thigh.

"Boom!!"

The sound of a su vibrating rod hitting the meat!

This younger brother of mine will also cheat, but he is still too rusty.

Cutting out the foreplay, whether it's a kendo match or a personal fight, the problem is solved in a matter of seconds.

"I lost." Taro Frost's tone was free and easy, and he lost two consecutive defeats in one day.

The first time he lost to a stranger, and the second time he lost to his sister, both of which were fiasco defeats with one blow.

These two successive fiascos hit him the head, but it made his chaotic brain sober up in an instant.

"Thank you, big sister."

Kujima Taro understood, he used to sit in a well and watch the sky, and there are indeed people in the world who can defeat him with one blow, whether it is that Mizuno Sora, or his sister, or someone else, he used to just spin in his own small circle, so he had such unrealistic delusions.

The man this afternoon was really strong, and he was able to defeat me with one blow like my sister, and if you use the score, I am Taro Shijishima is fifty points, Mizuno Sora is eighty points, and my sister is one hundred points, so I don't lose unjustly.

"Taro, have you regained your confidence?!"

"Eldest sister, I'm fine!" Taro Shijima, who was sick in the second middle school, became enlightened.

"Well, it's good, just keep this attitude until the college entrance examination, when you get to the university, you will find that the world of kendo is even broader, and you will be able to fight with masters from all walks of life!"

Watching her younger brother go to study with enthusiasm, Shijima Kiyomi breathed a sigh of relief, the second disease of the second disease is an advantage of her ability to comfort her own brain supplement, as long as you say a bunch of specious and unclear words, the younger brother of the second disease can enlighten himself and get out of the horns.

I almost didn't defeat Taro with a single blow just now, and I almost lost face, and I can't underestimate this younger brother in the future.

It's also a good thing to be able to eat deflated, but now it's just a pain in the body with a wooden sword. People who practice kendo have an aggressive heart, and they say that they don't give up, but in fact they are competitive.

Taro has a resolute personality and a pure temperament, but it's too easy to be taken advantage of, and now it's okay in school, but in society, because of the battle of will, it is not uncommon to be involved in disputes, and then get involved in murders.

Kendo is already one and the same as violent organizations, and Kiyomi Shizushima, as an official civil servant, also understands that her dojo has an unclear connection with the local underworld.

There are too many examples of representing the underworld for the sake of righteousness and interests, and then cutting off their hands and feet, and finally being miserable in their later years or even simply imprisoned.

Taro will never be able to follow such a path in the future.

It's just that he can defeat Taro with one blow, and today my brother has also met a master.

"Why didn't you push up today?" Mayi Sada lay on his side on the bed and looked at his phone, and then at Sora Mizuno.

As soon as he got home tonight, Sora Mizuno was waving there with a pipe, and Sada, who also had a forced kendo class, recognized Mizuno practicing swordsmanship so-so.

"My swordsmanship is going to improve...," Mizuno Sora muttered.

More than half a month has passed since the incident at the headquarters of the Zhenghui Society, and he vaguely felt that his swordsmanship was going to improve in the hundred people that night, and in the process of the epiphany tonight, he finally mentioned the third level in one fell swoop.

From the second to the third level, he killed more than a hundred lives, although human lives have nothing to do with skill improvement, killing people will not provide experience points, but from the hundreds of battles in the knife killing can not be improved, you can see the difficulty of advancing to the third level.

Sada's sakira looked at Sora Mizuno suspiciously, the swordsmanship that night had reached the point of being superb, could it still be improved? If you want to split Mt. Fuji with a sword, you can't do it?

Mizuno's swordsmanship has reached the realm of a master compared to ordinary swordsmen, but the killing that night relied more on overwhelming physical fitness, and with the blessing of Chakra, even ninjas who don't know any swordsmanship can slaughter the monks present, so in terms of skills, Mizuno's swordsmanship is not enough.

But after stabbing through the bottleneck of the third level, Mizuno's movement in the air suddenly stopped.

What he was holding in his hand was a water pipe, and if the people who practiced kendo saw that Mizuno didn't even have a vibrating rod or a wooden stick, and only used a water pipe, he would definitely cry and laugh.

"Level 3 ......" Mizuno stared at the water pipe, staring at the top of the pipe.

The invisible chakra climbed onto the water pipe, and suddenly burst open, and then repeatedly converged and exploded, coming and going, sweat oozing from Mizuno's forehead, he was looking for a feeling, looking for the moment when the object and me were one.

The water pipes were oscillating rapidly, the hollow cavity was whining, and the beginningless wind was shuttling back and forth.

Mizuno took a deep breath, and locked the doors and windows in the room, but a breeze blew out of his body, he couldn't describe the feeling, there seemed to be an invisible hand between heaven and earth, sending air into his body, rotating in his body, and then exhaling through the water pipe.

He became one with the "knife" in his hand.

"A knife."

He moved, and Mizuno slashed at the faucet with a grip on the hose.

This is an incomparably swift sword, but in Mizuno's feeling, it is like pushing open a giant door weighing 10,000 catties with his hands, sluggish and difficult, but at the moment of pushing it open, it suddenly opens up.

"Whew."

The water pipe runs through the water that flows out of the faucet.

The continuous flow ......of water washes over the dishes in the pool, but the flow stops the moment the pipe crosses.

It's not about stopping at the source.

Instead, it was cut off in mid-air, like a piece of wood neatly disconnected from the middle.

A knife cuts off the flow of water.

......After a full second, the broken water flow was instantly continued.

The constant stream of water washed away was the same as before, and no one could have imagined that the water had been cut off for a second without seeing it with their own eyes.

"Whew." Mizuno breathed a sigh of relief and shook off the deformed hose that had been clutched by him.

Swordsmanship level 3, achieved.

Do you need to use steel bars for the next sword practice?

"Oh, go to sleep." Seeing the operation of cutting the water with a knife, Mayi Sada only raised his eyebrows, and then he was no longer surprised.

What is this surprising, it is not a knife that splits Mount Fuji, I have seen a lot, and Sada's nerves have been tempered into steel bars.