If an ordinary person loses his sight, then his world will become a dark and chaotic place, and he will have to be careful with every step after that, because maybe a small piece of gravel at his feet can make him stumble.

Yanagi Shibei's eyes were closed not to pretend to be forced, but he needed to take his focus to another level, and devote himself to his next sword, at this time it was difficult for him to care about the idea of victory or defeat, the only thing he could do was to make himself reach the top.

The knife came as he wished, and he reached the so-called realm of human and knife unity at this moment.

On the other side, although the eyes are closed, you can't see the state of the other party, but the momentum is purifying, the pressure is imminent, and the body's instinctive sense of crisis is ringing at this moment, but this feeling is so wonderful that people don't want to appreciate it in a hurry.

The audience outside the stadium was starring, such a duel is too rare, no matter who wins or loses, they have earned it, such a competition is not seen every day, maybe they can understand something from it.

On one side is a handsome young man standing with a smile, and on the other side is the god of war who is dancing in green silk.

In terms of momentum, Yanagi Shibei had an overwhelming advantage, but the young man on the other side did not show a trace of fear.

Everyone present at the moment will no longer link him to an ordinary boy next door, have you ever seen such a dick boy next door?

I saw that the grass pheasant sword pulled out a few sword flowers in his hand, and his black hair fluttered back in the cold winter wind.

Just when Lu Ming felt that the wind in his ears suddenly stopped, the surrounding audience suddenly showed all kinds of frightened expressions at this moment.

As far as the eye could see, as far as the sword could see, they saw the sword in front of the gray-clothed young man slashing like a tornado, each knife with a sharp edge that people dare not look at directly, or chopping or chopping, or teasing or stabbing ...... I can't imagine how such a move could have been developed.

couldn't help but swallow their saliva, originally they thought that the gray-clothed young man had a good chance of winning, but as soon as this move came out, it seemed that the whole world also changed color, and the sound of swords in the huge square for a while also made everyone's hearts feel cool and cool.

Needless to say, they already didn't have any hope for this teenager, not that he was too weak, but that his opponent was too strong.

Such a move, even when the Yanagi Sect was at its peak, there was absolutely no possibility of resisting it, and everyone present was serious with a hint of melancholy, blue out of blue and better than blue...... Can it only be said that he really deserves to be his son?

At this moment, even Mifune below frowned and shook his head in his heart, he was thinking not about whether this young man would win, but whether he should come to the rescue......

However, no one saw that under such a murderous move, this seemingly weak teenager shook his eyelids and smiled.

I saw the white light of the grass pheasant sword in his hand flashing, like a cold light lit up in the dark night, mixed with the momentum of thunder rushing forward.

The white light broke through the sword in front of him in an instant, and then pierced through the towering wall opposite.

The sound of the sword contending seemed to be everyone's previous illusion, and the sword light and sword shadows in the sky collapsed like bubbles in an instant...... On the other side, only a man with a broken blade was left, still standing stubbornly.

It's just that his eyes have become hollow and look unconscious.

The scene was a little scary for a while, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath unconsciously.

And as Yagyu Shibei's body fell, this silence was suddenly broken by the sound of the impact between the flesh and the ground.

"Did I win?"

In the face of the young man's inquiry, Yagyu Saemon nodded indifferently at first, then came back to his senses and announced, "Your Excellency Ximen Fuyuki wins!" ”

Although Lu Ming's victory was announced, the disbelief and astonishment in his tone could not be erased.

Just like the Daimyo of Iron Country in the stands of Goma, he didn't notice that the tea in his hand was turned over on the placket of his clothes.

Looking at everyone's different reactions, Lu Ming was slightly embarrassed to put the sword in his hand into the scabbard, wondering if he was pretending to be a little too much.

Hehe, in the red dust of murder, in the white blade, isn't this what you want!

He felt good about himself and walked back to his seat under the attention of everyone, and said leisurely before turning around, "Take him down for treatment, it's not good if there are any sequelae if it's late." ”

A few disciples of the Yanagi lineage stepped forward as if they had just woken up from a dream and carried down the Yanagi Shibei who had fallen to the ground.

Touched his stomach, I'm really a little hungry after fighting for so long, and when this competition is over, I'll go out and find some special snacks from the Iron Country to satisfy myself, Lu Ming made a plan in his heart.

It's just that the plan can't catch up with the change after all, and just as the daimyo was about to make a routine speech, a vast white snow suddenly floated in the clear sky, and this snow came so suddenly, so weirdly.

With the slight vibration in his chest, Lu Ming saw with a confused face that the people around him began to fall to the ground one by one, like swept dominoes, which can be called efficient.

This sudden illusion was like someone patting him on the face for some reason and asking, "Look, friend, look, are you surprised, surprised?" ”

Mom sells batches, it's really unexpected, it's really a surprise.

Slowly raising his head, in his eyes, four figures wearing black trench coats suddenly appeared.

Standing silently on the white towering wall, the sparrows that were basking in the sun around them were startled and flew up.

"Ling, why are there still a few people standing, and there are children among them, it seems that your illusion is not good!" Gu Tai pointed at Lu Ming below and began to laugh at his teammates.

"Stupid, do you think the one who can stand under my illusion will be an ordinary child?" Not to be outdone, the woman known as Ling asked rhetorically, this Gu Taizhen really doesn't care about the situation at all.

It's just that the conversation between the two fell on Lu Ming's ears and changed a taste, like a quarrel between a young couple, green and sweet, and Lu Ming, who was caught off guard, felt that he had been inadvertently fed a handful of dog food.

But look at the forehead protection of these people, is it Taki Shinobi?

"A few ninjas from the Taki Shinobi Village, you're here just in time." Yanagi Zongju stood up and walked out with a spring breeze on his face, an old face full of wrinkles seemed to be full of vitality at this moment, as if those pimping professions were indescribably flattering.

However, at this moment, Lu Ming silently glanced at the prince lying beside him, and directly squatted down, and after two 'pop' sounds, the other party also woke up with hazy eyes.

"Wait a while, let Mifune follow you, just take care of yourself."

Listening to the other party's brainless words, he then looked at the people who fell to the ground around him, and finally his eyes fell on the bodies of several ninjas opposite, and his head instantly became extremely clear.

A terrifying guess made the fear instantly reach his whole body, but Lu Ming's next words also made him quickly calm down again.

"Uncle Mifune, then he will hand it over to you first."

"Yes!" Mifune nodded, he was a friend all the way down, and he wouldn't retreat alone now.