This is the third victory, which also means that he has advanced to another round, and everyone's incredulous eyes followed, but 'Ximen Blowing Snow' seemed to have not seen it, and sat back in place with an indifferent expression, showing the demeanor of a master.

Such an attitude made everyone wonder for a while, what kind of person could teach such a disciple, and the possible names crossed through their minds one by one, but they never had a clue.

If he is self-taught, then everyone present will not admit it even if they are killed, if so, then have they all lived to dogs all these years?

……

In the background is a white wall built high of stone.

A handsome young man sat cross-legged on a cushion, with a simple sword lying on his left leg, swinging left and right, looking very unstable.

And when Uesugi Jinghu arrived, this delicate young man was looking up at the white sky with white clouds, and he didn't look like a contestant who came to participate in the competition.

"It's good to catch up." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Uesugi Jinghu stood behind Lu Ming and gasped.

"By the way, how's the game going?"

Lu Ming said casually, "Now five into three, I just won, Liu Sheng's side also scored one, and the remaining two people are already on the field." ”

"Did you really win?" Although he was very confident in his strength, he was still a little surprised to see such a young man come to this point.

Because this is already the highest level arena in the Iron Country.

"Is it hard?" Lu Ming asked rhetorically in a questioning tone, "Also, why don't you communicate with your father?" ”

"No, we'll talk about it later."

"It's up to you."

Then the two of them turned their eyes to the arena again.

"Do you think Uncle Mifune will win?"

"I guess so."

……

In the field, Mifune's slender fingers shook slightly, and the famous sword Kurosawa then let out a clear sound, and the next moment it was held in the hand of the holder.

Although he is an unknown samurai, Yanagi Hyogosuke's face sank slightly, this feeling of the tip of the knife on his back made him instantly realize the extraordinaryness of the other party, he needs to fight twelve points of spirit in this battle, otherwise he may really lose!

The temperament of the strong man can't be faked, not only Yanagi Hyogosuke, but also the audience outside the square and the daimyo of Goma also read a trace of longing from the momentum of Mifune's fierce battle, and Yagyu Shibei, who was already eager to try, couldn't help but stand up and look at the figure in the field.

Unlike the previous exchange bureau with a wooden sword, this one was completely real swords.

Everyone's eyes moved as Mifune's hand slowly raised, as gorgeous as cherry blossoms, and the cherry red sword burst and engulfed his opponent in an instant.

One shot is a big move!

In the Imperial Stands, Yanagi Zongju, who was sitting in danger at the moment, also found it difficult to maintain his composure, and looked at the scene in the arena with a shocked face: How could it be?

Who is this Mifune?

With his mind racing, Yanagi Hyogosuke reacted most appropriately in the moment of life and death, and the long knife blocked his feet and jumped back.

He knew he had to get out of the range of this attack, or everything would be over.

However, the price of doing so was only barely acceptable, and Yanagi Hyogosuke looked at his opponent with a pale face.

Blood gushed out like a spring, starting from his left arm and running through his fingertips, sliding to the ground, ticking and ticking, like a final countdown.

Luckily, he was a wielder with a right-handed sword, and his left arm was wounded, and the condition was not too bad.

But compared to the opponent who forced him into such a situation with only one move, his situation has been extremely unfavorable.

"Do you want to continue?" Mifune held Kurosawa in his hand, standing at will, and the whole person was like long hair that had just been unsheathed, and he was extremely public.

However, in the face of such an opponent, Yanagi Hyogo took a long breath, his heart fluttered, and he turned sideways, and the flowing blade bloomed its last edge in the sun, "Then next, please ask Your Excellency to learn our Yagyu New Yin Flow's moves!" ”

I have to say that the feeling of fighting against the water is really moving, and even Uesugi Jinghu on the side can't help but sink into it.

Mifune, who was an opponent, also showed respect at this time, and secretly praised in his heart, the long knife in his hand did not flinch, all he could do was to use his moves and pay his respect.

One move decides the winner, everyone's eyes are attracted by the scene in front of them, the cyan sword and the pink sword are strangled together, this is the collision of the sword momentum, this is also the collision of the beliefs of the two samurai.

A strong wind burst out from between the two of them, and the square was filled with dust and mist, and birds chirped in the trees......

This is the so-called belief of the samurai, by observing everyone's moves along the way, Lu Ming deeply felt the accumulation of knowledge and experience, and benefited a lot.

In the end, it is a profession that has been inherited from an era, but samurai also have the merits of samurai.

Every eye-catching move is the result of being honed by generations, and every seemingly impossible angle is the result of practicing the knife again and again.

In contrast, ninjas pay more attention to the acquisition of direct power, and the interpretation of moves usually relies on extraordinary reflexes and instincts generated by practice makes perfect, which is the essential difference between the two.

As more and more thoughts appeared in his mind, Lu Ming couldn't help but start to compare his fingers together, left and right, the movements looked extremely funny, but there was a certain meaning in them.

And looking at the young man who suddenly seemed to be stunned, the prince on the side didn't bother him, he knew that this was also what some swordsmen and warriors looked like when they realized something.

It wasn't until the referee's voice sounded again that Lu Ming was forced to stop what he was doing, and his face looked excited and helpless.

Those who already have the power to learn these moves are like having a clear grasp of things and things.

This is one of his advantages, and if he doesn't involve Chakra, such a thing is undoubtedly the most suitable thing for him right now.

"Then I'll go first." said a word to the young man next to him, stood up and patted his sleeve, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and stepped forward gracefully.

The three of them stood respectfully in front of the stands.

"It's a very exciting game, Mifune-kun and Fukiyuki-kun are very good." The daimyo stood up and said, "The next draw is already here, two yellows and one red, the red will be drawn to advance, and the two yellows will face off." ”

"I'd better go first!" Lu Ming stepped forward a little unbelievingly, and the probability of one-third was not too small.

However, when he saw the yellow bottom of the wooden stick, he couldn't say a word.

"Let me do it next!" Yagyu Jubei suddenly spoke before Mifune.

"Yes."

The broad palm quickly pulled out the wooden stick, and when everyone didn't see it, he put it in his hand and glanced at it and said lightly, "Yellow!" ”

"Then the next one is the duel between Yanagi Shibei and Ximen Fuyuki." The daimyo smiled and said, "Good luck to both of you!" ”

It's just that looking at the two of them at this moment, he didn't see the head of the General's Mansion on the side, and his face was already gloomy as water.

And Shibei smiled slightly, revealing a touch of sarcasm, his plain eyes looked directly at his father, and the wooden skewers in his hands were suddenly crushed by his big hands......