"Kill!"

"Kill, kill!"

The main altar of Tianxuanzong, the sound of killing shook the sky, the rebels sacrificed the ceremony to destroy Tianxuanzong, the army pressed up, and the masters came out; On the side of Tianxuanzong, although he had already known that the other party would inevitably block it, he expected that it was such a huge battle, and when he met at the first time, he couldn't deal with it, and he had already entered the battle situation.

In the mountain behind Tianxuanzong, Hijikata Shishiro and Okita Sogo met again in a hundred battles - Tianxuanzong's bloody main and deputy hall masters, Maori Shibei and Fujiwara Saya, eight eyes met, and the four faces met coldly, starting with a move, all of them were nirvana!

Kill! The first move, Hijikata Okita with the martial arts, Maori Fujiwara to respond, the two sides spared no effort in the battle, the best moves, bombardment each other, regardless of life and death, although it is red, the four of them are more warlike.

"Okita Satoru, you are still so powerless!" Saya Fujiwara's long hair is fluttering, and he has a perfect body that can't be concealed under a strong suit, and under the reflection of the sword, the forest is abnormally cold.

"Ha, man, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I miss you." Although Okita is ridiculous, he doesn't dare to be careless in his heart, although the knife in his hand is not out of the body, but the knife intent is splashing, it is already pressing.

Fujiwara Saya looked at Okita Sogo's right hand, smiled, pulled out the Zixuan sword, and said, "Ah, the Saber Chrysanthemum of the Saber Chrysanthemum of the Sogoku, the Zixuan Sword misses it very much." ”

She raised the sword in her hand, stretched out her tongue and licked the blade close to the hilt, followed by a chuckle, bent her knees, ejected, and slashed the battle with a sword.

"Okita Sogo, Enlighten!" Okita satoru blinked his eyes, and the lightning was unstoppable; And the Fujiwara Saya sword dances charmingly, with a strange purple mang, weaving a sword net, which is unforgiving! The two of them were ruthless, and their moves were not only killing moves, but also quick moves, and dangerous moves, and the scarlet splashes of the army, and the surrounding sergeants avoided them one after another.

On the other side, the Demon Knife of the Fourteenth Lang of the Tsuchikata was started, surrounded by a cold aura, and the power of the village hemp yarn was condensed but not dispersed.

"Die!"

Seeing that Hijikata Shishiro slashed at him, Maori Shibei did not dare to be careless, and he also drew his sword to greet him, and there was a sonorous sound in an instant, the two knives met, and blood was sprayed, Hijikata Shishiro took three steps back, and the corners of his mouth were red.

The power of the village hemp yarn cultivated by the Tsujikata Shishiro goes straight into the soul, and the lethality is very high for the enemy with a poor foundation and a weak spirit, but the cultivation of the master of the Blood Demon Hall is the power of the Blood Evil, and its saber is also known as the Blood Evil, and the Maori Ten Guards use the power of the Blood Demon to restrain the ghosts, and the foundation is still above the earthwork, only the first move, the earthwork has fallen into the disadvantage

"Hijikata Shishiro, dozens of battles, repeatedly told you to escape, today, you are bound to hate!" The blood-colored cloak of the Ten Guards beckoned spirits, and the blood-colored cloak behind them fluttered in the wind, like a bloodthirsty madman between the swings of the knife.

"Ha, but these dozens of times, I'm getting stronger, and you're just standing still" Hijikata Shishiro clenched the village hemp yarn, and howled with a knife and a ghost, affecting his mind, "Today, I will definitely take your head!" ”

The four of them fought, the swords and swords were endless, the sonorous sound was constant, and there were sparks in all directions, the strong wind swept the realm, and the sky of the battle was dark, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

On the other side, Cang Xuan Rin was familiar with the interior of the main altar of the Heavenly Xuan Sect, and led Kondo Xun, Mu Yu and Oda Nobunaga to drive straight into the sacrificial square.

Although Wu Yan Yi Dao Zhai and Poor Wu Wan Jiansheng were surprised by Zuo Protector's betrayal, they were blocked by Mo Wentian and Ren Pingsheng, and they could not be stopped and notified.

"Damn, quickly solve the two in front of you." As the chief sect of martial arts, the strength of Wuyi Daozhai is only slightly inferior to that of Cangxuan Shixiong.

And the poor martial arts ten thousand sword students fought Mo Wentian for the second time, knowing that the opponent could do it, he groaned, the sword swayed, shook Fang Yuan, and said: "Yes." ”

"Wielding the sword against the wind and shadowing without a trace, wandering the world and dust. Mo Dao has no way to return in the future, and the sword is stained with blood. ”

"And look for the scenery from the mountains and rivers, why the rivers and lakes compete for fame. The sword and shoes are lighter than the horse, and the world is vast! ”

There is no one-on-one, only two-on-two, and four people shoot, which is a melee with uncertain opponents.

But seeing the first shot of the boundless sword, it was a grand sword that broke through the air, and went straight to the one-edged walker, Mo Wentian saw this, and then turned into a wall of wind and blocked the extreme sword, at this time, the poor martial arts and ten thousand sword students had already come to his side, and he made a killing move.

"Fanghua is peerless!"

The three sword skills were launched, Mo Wentian parried the first move, and he involuntarily took a step back, and then the sword was unstable, and when the third sword came, Ren Pingsheng attacked from the side, and the nine heavens blessed the sword power.

"Sparse shadows!"

Unexpectedly, the last sword of Poor Wu Wan Jiansheng actually reversed the attack, and the two swords collided, and when they were shocked, Wu Yan Dao Zhai came out from the rear and slashed Ren Pingsheng's neck.

"Be careful." Mo Wentian stood firm, reminded his comrades-in-arms, and even carried a tornado thrust with a sword, Poor Wu Wan Jiansheng sideways to avoid the sword, Ren Pingsheng leaned back to the upper body, and at the same time turned his body to support with one foot, and kicked his right leg towards Poor Wu Wan Jiansheng, who raised his sword to block.

At this time, Mo Wentian's move rubbed Ren Pingsheng's hair upward, colliding with the move of Boundless One Knife Zhai, setting off a violent air current.

Ren Pingsheng regained his foothold with the airflow, and as soon as his footsteps turned, he was already back to back with Mo Wentian, and the two of them confronted Poor Wu Wan Jiansheng and Boundless Daozhai respectively.

"Come again!"

"Drink!"

"Intruder, die!"

"Come on!"

Four voices sounded at the same time, followed by the collision of the four people, it was a quick move, the surrounding Tianxuan Sect disciples could not see the figures of the four people clearly, only the moment they exchanged swords, only left a vague outline.

The battle caused the air currents to radiate in all directions, and there were even more powerful swords and sword qi in all directions, and the disciples of Tianxuan Sect no longer had the intention of watching the battle, and rushed towards the sacrificial square one after another, just to stop the rebels.

Rumble!

With a roar, the fighting stopped, Mo Wentian, the four of them confronted each other again, and the long-brewing joint battle was about to break out. I saw that all four of them rushed towards the center!

Poor martial arts and ten thousand swords, boundless and one-sword, swords and swords, one martial arts, and tacit understanding. Mo Wentian, Ren Pingsheng, scarlet wind, nine clouds of cold, confluence, adding to the power of wind and cold.

The center of the battle, four warriors, four swords, cut through the battle of life and death!

Cang Xuanrin, Kondo Xun, Mu Yu, and Oda Nobunaga came to the halfway, but saw that the three of them were coercively blocking the way, and one person in the rear was eyeing each other.

"My aunt, who are these four?" Oda Nobunaga asked, but his tone was extremely flat, and he didn't know if he really recognized Cang Xuanrin's cheap aunt.

"Qinglong White Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, these three people are the remaining three helmsmen, Qing Ming is the third year, Yuan Zhisheng, and Imai Shinnu. As for the last person...... "Cang Xuan glanced at the old man in a samurai costume with jealousy, "the last one...... My teacher, Kojiro Sasaki. ”

"It turned out to be him." Kondo's face also became solemn.

Hearing this, Mu Yu asked, "Seniors know about this person?" ”

"Sasaki Kojiro, the saber is the longest Notai sword, the weapon is famous for dry blanching, also known as Bizen Naga Captain Hikari, the knife is three feet two inches long (one foot 28.89 centimeters in ancient Japan in the Edo period, one foot ten inches, about 92.5 centimeters). During the study of art, he defeated his master with a tiger cut in just a few moves, and then created his own rock *** through the knife drawing technique, and there was a stunt - Yan Hui. Kondo Xun paused and added the last few words, "Yanliu Kenhao, only one defeat in his life." ”

"I know that." Oda Nobunaga looked at the old man and said, "It was my father who told me that Kojiro Sasaki once came to Onijima to challenge Miyamoto Musashi, but he was defeated by the Sword Saint, and returned to Tengen Island in discouragement. ”

"The sword of man is one, and the sword of death is also crying!" Blue clothes, blue hair, the former captain is in the eyes, Sasaki Kojiro's gaze sweeps, and the battle is about to start!