"The exercise is over."

When Feng Bujue came to the scene of the martial arts meeting, there happened to be a battle in the ring, but he heard the bronze lion statue next to the ring preaching in a tone like a beast's roar......

"Victor, Yanagi Sword Shadow. The loser, Sanada Yukimura. ”

This was a contest that ended in admitting defeat, Sanada couldn't attack for a long time, and he knew that his strength was not as good as Yagyu, so he chose to give up.

"Yanagi's predecessors are outstanding in cultivation, and Sanada admires them." After the results were announced, Sanada took a half-step forward and made a gesture to Yagyu.

"Hmm......" Yanagi Kenkage closed his eyes and put his hands behind his back, and slowly turned around, "Agreed, Sanada-kun." When he stepped down by himself, he didn't forget to give the other party a step down.

But...... To be honest, Yanagi is also being polite...... The strong players present could all see that Sanada's strength could not be compared to Yagyu at all. Although Sanada, who danced with a flame spear, was brave and fierce, his realm was still at the level of holding weapons and making tangible moves. Compared with the realm of the "Sword Saint", which is born at will, does not stay in the form, and returns to the sect with ten thousand swords, it is far away......

"Next ......" After the two of them walked off the stage, the statue of the newspaper continued to read, "By ...... Black Iron Array, right...... Tachibana Ukyo. ”

As the words landed, the two figures walked out of the crowd......

The first person to step into the ring wears a light-colored kendo kimono with a black cloak and a katana at his waist.

He was tall and grim-faced, with long blonde gray hair hanging down to the back of his neck; Between his gestures, he reveals the demeanor of a hegemon, and just a glance is enough to suffocate the opponent.

He is the Black Iron Array, like an invincible King Kong. In his universe, he is the strongest swordsman with the name of "Thousand Slashes", and even when he suffers from an incurable disease and dies soon, he has not tasted defeat.

And the one who walked slowly into the ring after that...... He wears a white kimono and blue pleated pants (similar to a long skirt, a style of Hanfu that was introduced to Japan during the Wei and Jin dynasties), and a katana at his waist.

He was thin and handsome, with long blue hair scattered over his shoulders. His expression is gentle and peaceful, but it also reveals a temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away......

He is Tachibana Youjing, like an ice rose. In his universe, he is a genius swordsman who is frail and sickly, and even though he is plagued by lung disease and the end is approaching, he still walks alone with his sword, for the love of his life, to find the ultimate flower that grows in the depths of the demon world.

"I'll go ...... it" Looking at the two people who walked on the stage one after another, Feng Buyun, who was standing under the stage, couldn't help but complain, "I actually put these two old and sick ghosts together...... There's a good show to watch now. ”

People who are interested in this "play" are naturally not the only ones who are ...... At this moment, the Sword Monarch's Twelve Hatreds, the Traces of the Wind, the Yanagi Sword Shadow, etc., all the swordsmen present had already felt the sword intent on the two people on the stage.

It can be said that a silent and shadowless battle...... It's already started.

"Like rain." At this time, among the spectators, there was a person who had always liked to remain silent...... He spoke, "What do you think this battle should be?" ”

The person who asked this question was the Traces of the Wind, and his tone was like a teacher testing students.

"There are no three moves to win or lose, and life and death are just a breath." Ruoyu responded to the other party's question almost without thinking.

"Hmm......" Traces of the Wind groaned when he heard this.

The expression on his face didn't change, and he didn't make any comments on Ruoyu's words, but Ruoyu could feel that ...... "Wind Sensei" was satisfied with this answer.

Just as they were talking, the two people on the stage had gradually approached their opponents, and when they reached a very delicate distance, the two stopped at the same time.

"No treasure stream, black iron array." The Black Iron Formation stood tall and looked at Tachibana Youkyo Road, who was slightly shorter than himself.

"God's dream is a knife stream, Tachibana Youkyo." Tachibana Youkyo met the opponent's bold eyes with a calm look and replied indifferently.

After the two reported their home, they fell silent again.

"Unaffected by my momentum in the slightest, calm as water, terrible guy ......" After a few seconds, Black Iron Jinsuke said this sentence in his heart.

"The whole body is invulnerable, like a sword ghost...... As a swordsman, I am fortunate to be able to fight with such a person in this life. Tachibana Ukyo also gave his opponent a very high evaluation in his heart.

Smack-smack-smack-smack-s

Their hands, almost at the same moment, were on the hilt of the sword.

"I've died once." Before making a move, Kurotsu Jinsuke broke the silence.

"I, too, died once." Tachibana Ukyo continued.

"I didn't die by the sword."

"I didn't die by the sword."

"Pathetic."

"It's a pity."

"In this alien dimension, I was given a second chance."

"This plane has given me a second life."

"I'm going to defeat Farrochi, with my sword...... Expand the unparalleled way, reign in the world. ”

"I'm going to defeat Yuanlu Zhi, correct time and space, and return to my beloved."

"Those who rebel against me...... Lose. ”

"The one who stands in my way...... Die. ”

That's all they have to say.

From this second on, they were no longer "people", but the embodiment of the sword.

The chant of the sword is their language; swordsmanship is their wisdom; Sword intent is their will.

Whoop -

The sound of overlapping blades unsheathed heralded the battle.

Tachibana Youkyo is a master of Iai (a technique of instantly drawing a sword to kill the enemy), and the moment he draws his sword, he makes a great move.

But seeing that his body moved, a move [Dream Remnant Light] had been slashed out in an instant.

And the other side...... After the Black Iron Formation drew his sword, he did not move. The sword of "unparalleled in the world", facing the miraculous Juhe technique in front of him, his expression was awe-inspiring!

[Detachment], [Tiger wearing], one moment and two styles, the last to come.

Ping Pong――

The two swords slashed at the wind and sand, and the two shadows were staggered and the blood mist rose.

Victory or defeat, life and death, are in these three moves and one breath...... There are results.

After a while, the breeze blew and the murderous aura dissipated.

Blood gushed out of Tachibana Youkyo's left lung, because there was already a hole there.

Blood also sprayed out of Black Iron Jinsuke's chest, because there was already an extra slash mark there.

Two swordsmen, falling at the same time.

"The exercise is over." The voice of the bronze lion statue sounded, "Loser, Black Iron Jinsuke, Tachibana Ukyo." ”

In the past few days, there are not many people who have lost both sides in the ring, or even died together, but there are still some ......

It's a pity...... In this martial arts meeting, there is no such thing as a "tie", if you fight to the end and both lose consciousness, you will lose together.

"Next ......" This time, before the two of them could leave the ring, the statue preached directly, "By ...... The dragon laughed, right...... Crazy and unaware. ”R1152