The Imperial Contest is still being held in the square of the Daimyo Palace.

Not far from the city gate, a man in a trench coat stopped and made a gesture for the whole team to stop, and several people behind him immediately stopped.

"Shida, you have already arrived in the capital of the Iron Country." The younger man beside him looked at the city gate in front of him and spoke.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the leader named Shikuichi, only to see his left hand stretch out of his dark trench coat, take out a bamboo pipe from his pocket, and gently pull it, a red mist danced with the wind, curling into the sky.

Then he said calmly, "I'm about to enter the Iron Country, and there are some things I have to say to you again." ”

"Mrs. Gu, beloved, Ling ...... This mission is to help the friends of the Iron Nation put down the rebellion, so I don't need to say more, you also know that the battle is bound to happen, and the first thing is not to be careless, even if your target is a group of old-fashioned samurai. ”

The younger Gu Tai pursed her lips and asked, "Lord Shi, is it really okay for us to help them like this...... I mean, the Land of Iron is a neutral country that has made contracts with the five great powers! ”

Everyone was silent when they heard this, but Shikuichi laughed, with a hint of indifference in his laughter, and said loudly: "We are not the five great powers, even if we are neutral countries, and it is not that we take the initiative, but that some of them asked us to take action." "If you really want to talk about it, it is a truth that one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer, and the task money for this trip is rich, so they can't help but be impressed.

Of course, there is one more important reason, that is: in the southwest, Konoha and Sand Ninja, one of the five major powers, are at war, and in the northeast, Cloud Ninja sees that Iwa Ninja has an opportunity to take advantage of it and also sets off a war in the north.

Among the five major powers, except for the Wuyin Village in the country of water in the east, which did not start a war due to geographical location restrictions, the other four countries have participated, and the impact of the war covering such a wide range is not only for those civilians, but also for small ninja villages like them, the extremely reduced amount of tasks is the most obvious point, so this kind of behavior of going abroad to pick up extra money is also a decision they made when they had no choice but to do so.

Sometimes you can't expect the world to adapt to you, but you should think about how you fit into the world.

"Let's go, the gates are open, and it should be their men who have come to meet us." Shikuichi looked ahead at the gate wide open and made a gesture to keep going.

near the gates.

"May I ask if they are the ninja adults of Takishinobi Village?" A few of the samurai who stepped forward asked respectfully.

The people involved all took off the hood that covered their foreheads, revealing the shiny forehead guard of the Takishinobi Village, and said politely, "That's right, we are the ninjas of the neighboring Takishinobi Village." ”

After all, he is the owner of his own side, and he will never have a straight face, although he doesn't look much at this group of backward-minded samurai who only know the righteousness of seppuku, and this kind of samurai shaved half and left half in a bun is really ugly in his heart.

One of the samurai walked up to him in three steps and two steps, and whispered in his ear, "The Imperial Contest has begun, and Lord Yagyu and the others are in the Imperial Plaza in the Daimyo Palace, so I'll lead the way." ”

Shikuichi thanked him, and gestured with a slightly serious expression, "You guys follow." ”

"Yes!"

Rows of deep footprints were left in the snow outside the city gates, and the group quickly disappeared into the streets and alleys.

……

"Whew, whew, whew......" The violent gasp was accompanied by the sweat dripping on the forehead and cheeks, which was particularly obvious.

Both inside and outside the stadium fell into an eerie silence, and after half a ring, everyone came back to their senses, and the Yagyu Shibei, who was called a monster, was actually suppressed by this thin boy?

In the field, a handsome young man, his long hair swayed in the wind, and the gray loose kimono naturally set off his calm temperament.

It's hard to imagine how this very thin looking arm had wielded a five-inch sword back and forth before.

And the most touching of them is of course not the audience outside the venue, but the person who is competing with him face to face.

Yanagi Shibei wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, raised his head, and looked at the young man on the other side with a smile that did not decrease by half.

Monster!

Except for the move at the beginning, he didn't see at all how superb this young man's swordsmanship was, from beginning to end.

However, that's what makes it even more terrifying, just imagine, the other party has made him helpless just by relying on his reaction speed and strength, so what should he do?

His moves have a way to disassemble them under the opponent's prediction in advance.

The more he hits the back, the more powerless he becomes, and after the other party is more familiar with his moves, he can clearly feel that this kind of suppression, which is always higher than your first line, no more, no less, just a line higher than you.

This made him very depressed, as if his whole body was seen through by the other party, and you didn't even see the other party's face.

A mountain is still a mountain high, and life is a peak that is always climbing.

All in all, he enjoyed the fight.

Lu Ming saw that the other party hadn't given up yet, but he just smiled silently, and the long sword in his hand was lifted by him again, and he seemed to be ready for the next battle.

"The next move is my strongest move, and if you take it, I'll lose." After speaking, Yanagi Shibei clenched the sword with both hands, closed his eyes directly, and his breathing gradually became even.

Standing opposite him, Lu Ming could feel that the other party's momentum was rising, and the moves were brewing.

Not only him, everyone could see that he was preparing a big move, Lu Ming didn't make a move to step forward to stop it, although it was easy for him to interrupt the skill, but he didn't.

It's not that the gods are looking down from above, but that he's also enjoying the atmosphere of the moment and wants to make it to the top.

It's not that he has nothing to do, but he wants to follow his heart at the moment.

He also slowly closed his eyes, the brown hilt of the sword was slowly lifted by him, and the sword body also faintly trembled, as if he was happy.

What a spiritual sword!

The closed eyes of both sides instantly raised the force of this duel by several notches.

In the Goma stands, the fists in the hands of the daimyo are clenched tightly, and the eyes are tightly pressed into the arena without blinking, for fear of missing a key scene, and it looks like those fans who went to the concert in their previous lives, looking forward to the performance of the last song of their beloved singer.

And the face of the person next to him looked very complicated.

Someone could force this son of his to such a point.

The age of this young man couldn't help but remind him, when he was young, the scene of one person and one sword walking the world, nostalgic for the past, looking forward to the past.

However, it only took two seconds for such a longing to be directly replaced by an indifferent expression, because now the situation has reached the moment when the arrow is ready to be released......