The tall and strong figure and the dark green kimono complement each other, the face is like a carved facial features, and under a pair of sword eyebrows is a slightly narrowed eagle eye, which is sharp and makes people dare not underestimate it.

It's just that the blue stubble on his face makes him look like an uncle with vicissitudes of temperament from a distance, but Yanagi Shibei is actually only twenty-four or five.

And the other one is diametrically opposed, with a slightly delicate face, a weak and unrestrained body type, except for a few calm and free temperaments, there is nothing that makes people feel that he can win.

The sense of déjà vu of the lion fighting the rabbit.

Murderous, or rather excited!

Lu Ming saw such emotions in the eyes of the other party, and it seemed that he should be a simple person.

I saw that his two hands held the hilt and scabbard of the sword, and slowly began to pull, and the shiny blade reflected the dazzling bright light and issued a battle horn.

"Pull out your sword, I haven't seen you use it yet!" With a grin, Yanagi Shibei's long sword was already aimed at his opponent.

Everyone outside the arena also remembered after his reminder, as if it was really the case, this young man used a wooden sword in his previous competitions, and he was actually equipped with a weapon, which shows that it is self-evident.

However, although Lu Ming looked pretending to be chic, he felt embarrassed in his heart, compared to these warrior swordsmen, he actually couldn't come up with any decent moves at all, everything was just based on his feelings.

It's just that people have said that this is the part, and stage fright is not good.

The white right hand was on the hilt of the sword wrapped in white cloth, and a strange but ordinary long sword was pulled out with a loud sound.

Saying that it is peculiar actually refers to two points, one is its double edge, the two-sided blade actually belongs to the practice of Chinese swords, the samurai use the sword is usually a single edge, divided into the back of the knife and the blade on both sides, the style of this grass pheasant sword in Lu Ming's view is the style of the ancient Chinese sword, not the type of sword.

The second point is the sword head, which is vertical to the end, and many swords are sword heads wider than the sword body, and the contrast between these two points is enough to highlight the peculiarity of the weapon in Lu Ming's hand.

And it's literal to say that it's ordinary.,The whole looks like it's with a hint of quaint atmosphere.,The blades on both sides don't give people a sense of sharpness.,To put it bluntly, it's the kind of goods that won't be bought if it's placed in the sword pile.,No matter what other people think.,Anyway, this is his evaluation and opinion.。

"Very good sword." Yanagi Shibei complimented, and the heat in his eyes became more and more intense.

Although the shape of the grass pheasant sword is earthy, there are also people who know the goods.

"Thank you!"

Yagyu Saemon let out a long breath, glanced at each of them, and loudly and solemnly announced, "The game is on!" ”

And at the moment when the words fell, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on his face.

And his older brother, Yagyu Shibei, had disappeared from his view.

What's the situation?

I saw the young man standing in place with a long sword in his hand, waving it left and right out of thin air, looking weird and interesting.

However, no one laughed at him, because the sound of metal clashing was clearly heard on the field, and sparks bloomed in the air.

This is the strength of Big Brother Shibei?

Yagyu Saemon was a little confused, he knew that he was very powerful, but he didn't expect that the other party had reached such a point.

Every time he practiced his sword, he defeated his opponent with a few understatements, and then walked away with a disdainful face, even as his younger brother, he felt that he was not being looked at by him.

It's no wonder that his father tolerated him like this, maybe he has reached a state where even his own father has not reached.

In the stands of the Imperial Palace, although Yagyu Zongju's face was not happy, it was much better than just now.

Watching the competition in the field with a calm face, he had a little headache for his talented son but didn't know what to do, he was too stubborn.

Looking at the already stunned Daimyo on the side, he was relieved again, and muttered to himself, "It's up to him to forget it, anyway, there is still a trick to ......"

And outside the field at this time, there was a teenager looking at the situation in the field with a confused face, is this still a person?

His eyes could see that someone was making a move, but the "clanging" sound of the boy's sword every time he swung his sword told him that the battle was still raging, as if he was fighting a transparent person.

At this time, he was suddenly inexplicable, and a sense of longing arose.

The thin figure of the young man standing in front of him looked so majestic that it made people admire......

Lu Ming smiled, and secretly praised in his heart, it was indeed very powerful, except for Mifune, Lu Ming couldn't even pick out a person who could fight him head-on.

Looking at the opponent in front of him who had stopped and turned to look at him, Lu Ming reached out and wiped his cheek lightly, a bright red appeared on his index finger, the pain on his face did not make him angry, he just let out a long sigh, he could only try......

And at this moment, no one knew that under the excited and hideous face of Yanagi Shibei, his heart was like a turbulent wave.

The self-confidence that has been built up for a long time has taken a strong impact at this moment.

An attack of this magnitude had just created a dispensable wound on his face?

His excitement was not as strong as before, but he calmed down.

Standing in the center of the field, he suddenly remembered those people who often called themselves monsters behind their backs...... I can't help but laugh, am I a monster at this level?

What a foolish and ridiculous person, the real monster is right in front of my eyes!

The fiery eyes flashed again, but if you want him to admit defeat, then show a little more strength!

It was only the next moment that he saw it.

It moved, to be precise, the sword in the boy's hand moved.

Everyone's focus was on Lu Ming's next sword.

It's just that to their disappointment, the long sword hesitated to fall, as if it hadn't thought of a route to attack, and it swayed on its own.

What a bad move, this is everyone's voice.

And Mifune, who was standing directly opposite Lu Ming, frowned deeply, he could intuitively feel the powerlessness of this sword, but he was faintly strange in his heart, his intentions.

Sword moves should not be looked left and right, this is the common voice of the samurai.

This is the common feature of all genres, and in a sense, it is not wrong that the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

But there was a look of confusion in the eyes of Yanagi Shibei, this looked like a child's blind sword, how could he dodge?

All kinds of thoughts came one after another, and they occupied his mind for a while.

The long sword was swung casually, a little crooked, but it made people feel like they had nowhere to dodge, and a cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Yanagi Shibei.

This made everyone present wonder, why did he look stunned, not dodging or dodging?

And just when the tip of the sword was about to fall on the opponent's shoulder, Yanagi Shibei woke up as if in a nightmare, and with a swing of the long knife, he quickly withdrew, and then began to gasp for breath......