If the age of this 'Ximen Blowing Snow' is a striking point, then the opposite Yanagi Gekang is also another highlight of this competition.

There are three places for the competition among 20 people, which is the foundation of Yanagi's lineage.

If the person in front of him is promoted again, then the remaining ten people will be able to occupy three places in the Yanagi lineage, such a momentum is beyond the reach of other samurai schools and do not want to see, but if the hope of defeating the opponent is pinned on this young man, they have not fallen to such a point of self-deception, which is too whimsical.

"What is the origin of this teenager, he is too young." The person who spoke had an unkind face, and seemed to show twelve points of disagreement with such a young boy who occupied an important place.

"Don't say it, this is the person recommended by His Highness Uesugi." One of them pursed his lips and whispered, it could be seen that he was also very dissatisfied with this, if their genre had one more place, then this imperial competition would not be hopeless, if they could win the position of the head of the general's sect, their line would be able to truly rise.

But that's just a beautiful fantasy, and now, everyone can only sit and watch Yanagi and his family dominate.

Mifune, who had just finished the competition, sat down slowly, with a serious expression on his face that was different from the past, and he thought that maybe this time, he could see his true strength.

On the field, the young man holding a wooden knife had long flowing hair, a straight body, and a smiling face without fear or arrogance, this kind of ease and ease, which was completely different from the samurai, made the man in green sitting opposite suddenly open his eyes and showed a very interested smile.

"Simon blowing snow, don't say I didn't remind you, although it's just a wooden knife, it's still easy to break bones." Yanagi Gekang reminded with a frown.

In his opinion, letting such a young man face off against himself is simply an absurd farce, although he will show mercy to his subordinates, but the competition between samurai is not a child's play, how can there be a polite statement.

Lu Ming faintly heard the other party's kind reminder, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he recovered, it seems that this Liu Sheng family is not all the same kind of people.

But this one, he won it.

With a slight wave of the wooden sword, the sand and dust on the ground swept away, and the sound of the wind breaking through the sky suddenly swirled in his ears, accompanied by the faint voice of the gray-clothed young man, "Please advise!" ”

"This ......" Yayu Geyasu looked at the wooden sword in the young man's hand in disbelief, his face began to change, even as a senior swordsman samurai, he had to admit that he had just looked away.

This hand instantly knocked out the momentum, and there was also the meaning that Lu Ming wanted the other party to see the situation clearly, in his observation, most of the samurai here were the middle ninja, and a few could be comparable to the upper ninja.

Compared with the samurai who made their fortune by swordsmanship alone, ninjas obviously have more advantageous professions, a wide variety of ninjutsu, and unpretentious forbearance and sneak attacks.

If a ninja and a samurai are 1v1 head-on, the strength is quite likely to be five or five, so what if the ninja doesn't want to go head-to-head with the samurai?

Then the ninja is the one who occupies the great advantage, and at this moment, Lu Ming gave up the advantage of the ninja and faced the last samurai, will he lose?

Of course, there is no need to think about this kind of answer, his suppression is as steady as a rock, and without him, the gap in strength is too large.

I saw that Liu Sheng Gekang suddenly bent his head seventy-five degrees, his face flushed and apologized seriously, "Your Excellency...... Good skills, I take back my previous words, I will do my best this time! ”

HAVE THE COURAGE TO ADMIT HIS MISTAKES, BUT HE IS AN UPRIGHT BOY, LU MING SMILED BITTERLY, NOW HE IS EMBARRASSED TO MAKE A HEAVY HAND......

"Zong Ju, why haven't the two of you moved for a long time?" The daimyo asked strangely.

"Back to the Daimyo, they should be observing each other's strength, Ge Kang is used to making a move after judging the opponent's ability, as for the young man named Ximen Fuxue, the old minister doesn't know." Yanagi Zongju thought about it and replied seriously.

"I see, but it takes a lot of patience to compete like this." The daimyo replied casually, obviously not very interested.

However, in the moment when the two were talking, Yanagi Gekang couldn't bear it anymore and made a move!

The wooden sword in the back was raised by two strong and powerful hands, and then slashed down, the momentum was like a huge wave crashing on the shore surging wildly, and the people below nodded secretly, worthy of the man who was known as the mad knife of the Yanagi family.

It's just that his opponent didn't panic, and he didn't make much movement, all of them only saw the young man's toes tapping the ground, and the wooden sword sliding down in front of the tip of his nose, and the angle of prediction was just right.

And Lu Ming didn't look at the opponent, and the wooden sword in his hand beckoned directly to the opponent's throat.

Horrified in his heart, Yasu Gekang could only forcibly withdraw the strength in his hand to block the opponent's attack.

The impact of the wooden sword against the wooden sword made a 'snap' sound, vibrating his eardrums.

Cold sweat flowed wildly, the tiger's mouth was trembling, and his faintly numb arm made him almost unable to hold the hilt of the knife, and this seemingly insipid blow had such an amazing force.

Is this a man or a bear?

However, in the next second, the voice that made him even more desperate slowly sounded, and his wooden sword began to make a sound of fiber breaking under the opponent's strength, just as he thought in his heart, the broken blade broke and flew out, and the opponent's wooden sword also happened to stop at his neck, the force was controlled just right, and if it was one inch closer, he might be able to see the picture of blood gushing out of his neck.

He didn't doubt this, even if the other party was holding an ordinary wooden sword.

"I lost!" Yanagi Gekang lowered his head and said in disappointment.

After a moment of astonishment, Yagyu Saemon came back to his senses and opened his mouth to announce, "Your Excellency Nishimon Fuyuki...... Win! When he said this, he himself was a little unconvinced.

Yanagi Gekang can definitely rank in the top five of the entire Yanagi family, such a character actually lost to a teenager, he couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it, because this was not hearsay, but a real scene that happened in front of his eyes.

A sentence suddenly jumped out of his heart: Where is this Ximen blowing snow?

Mifune nodded his head, although he still didn't see the strength of this young man, but it was enough.

The other party is like a deep pool of blue water, there is no bottom in sight, it seems that it is difficult to measure just by relying on other things, so he can only jump into it by himself and feel it himself, but this is fine, this is exactly what he is looking forward to......

On the other side, Yagyu Zongju's face looked a little more serious, such a plot obviously interrupted the arrangement in his heart, he didn't know who this young man was, but he felt a frightening sense of threat.

At such an age, such a talent, it is really terrible, fortunately, the other party has not yet grown up, and the current Shibei should be able to deal with it, a figure that is not dazzling and not dim lights up in the pupils, this most disobedient son is his last moment to rely on, thinking of this, Yanagi Zongju couldn't help laughing, and looked at the field with some self-deprecation, and the next game became boring.

At this time, the ten guards of Yanagi, who were kneeling at the bottom, began to shake unconsciously.

I saw that the corners of his mouth were inexplicably grinning, his head was lowered, and a touch of fanaticism flashed abruptly in his eyes.

But in the end, he still restrained the mood fluctuations in his heart, stretched out his right hand, grasped the hilt of the knife, slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly exhaled a breath.

Although the feeling of suppressing excitement made him extremely uncomfortable, but it was like an appetizer before the real deliciousness, he had to wait, he wanted to enjoy the coming gluttony step by step, he had a hunch, this time he would be able to fight heartily......