The young samurai's pure eyes gradually revealed a crazy color. Bai Jing's hands grasped the slender katana, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and a fine line of blood flowed down the dark red blade.

"Oh? Can I help? The corners of Ren Yuan's mouth curled slightly, and he asked pretending to be (rè) (qíng), "What are you busy with?" ”

"Look at your outfit, but a swordsman?" The samurai asked softly

"Yes, it can be used." Ren Yuan pulled Sin Yan out from behind his back and held it in his hand, "I see that you have been staring at this sword, are you interested in this?" ”

"People who use swords are naturally interested in swords." The young samurai smiled lightly, "It's just that relatively speaking, I'm more interested in people who use swords. ”

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"I've always had an unfulfilled wish, which is to die in battle with a supreme swordsman." The young samurai stared at Ren Yuan and said slowly, "My intuition tells me that maybe today, I may be able to fulfill this wish. ”

"Then your instincts are." Ren Yuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not a good swordsman. ”

"But you want to kill me, don't you?" The samurai smiled and asked, "What could be more exciting than a life-and-death duel that could be fought with all your might?" ”

"Makes sense." Ren Yuan nodded and agreed with the other party's statement: "Here I want to ask first, did you lay this enchantment?" ”

"No, but I think if I die, I'm afraid this space won't exist."

"Well, that's fine." Ren Yuan turned his wrist and danced a sword flower, and said with a smile: "I don't know your Excellency's name? ”

"Miyamoto Musashi." The young samurai whispered his name

"Hey, hey, isn't this lying a bit random?" Ren Yuan said with a smile: "I still know a little about the history of your country. ”

"Just kidding, my name is Kojiro Sasaki." The young samurai said with a smile

“…”

"What about Kamiizumi Nobuoka? Tsukahara Bubiography? Which one do you prefer? As if sensing Ren Yuan's dissatisfaction, the samurai asked curiously, "Or something else?" ”

"You are very taboo, do others know your name?" Ren Yuan asked helplessly

"I've forgotten the name or something." The young samurai smiled, "If I die by your sword, it means that I am nothing more than that, and why do you know my name." ”

"What if I die by your sword?" Ren Yuan asked rhetorically

"Do you care, who killed you?"

"It's... I really don't really care. Ren Yuan was stunned for a moment, scratched his chin and unexpectedly felt that what the other party said was very reasonable, and nodded his head and said, "Then so be it, I've stayed here enough." ”

Ever since Ren Yuan entered Helheim through the World Tree, Niwa Seno had lost the means to track him. He had also wanted to send someone into there with surveillance equipment, to explore the structures within the barrier. It's just that so far, none of the people who have gone in have been able to come out alive.

At the beginning, the founders of the academy took great pains to build it, hoping to use it as the ultimate combat power within the faction and the pillar of the faction. It's a pity that it backfired, and the token used for summoning was accidentally damaged in the fluctuation of the other party's advent process. As a result, along with the room where the ceremony was held, it became an absolute (jìn) place within the academy.

In fact, Niwa Senio has always been troubled by this situation where it is easy to invite the gods and difficult to send the gods, and he is very difficult about whether the physical means can completely seal the other party. Today's plan to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf is not with these thoughts. If this pseudo-god body in Medusa's mouth, who can always "reluctantly" win, can really solve the other party. He didn't seem to have any other qualities other than his ability to recover

More confidence in the trump card of the disaster department.

"Which of them do you think will win?" Niwa Senio watched Ren Yuan step out of the gate of Midgard and disappear into the enchantment, silently spoke out coldly for a long time, and asked Medusa on the side

"I don't know about that, but as far as I know, in the records of the Ministry of Disasters, the body of the false god always wins the final victory." Medusa replied with a light smile...

The young samurai standing on the big bluestone put the long knife in his hand into the sheath and slowly paced down step by step. The white-skinned (luǒ) foot waded into the crimson stream, revealing an indescribable strangeness. And as the other party moved, Ren Yuan realized that the other party was not only the knife in his hand.

The purple sash that binds the plain kimono is also tied with a thumb-thick silk rope. When I looked at the silk rope, I was dragging something made of old reeds, resembling a fishing net. Dozens of katana of varying lengths and shapes are inserted into the holes in the net. It's just that Ren Yuan was facing him just now, and he didn't notice it, but thought that every time the samurai cleaned a knife, he would stick it in the reed net behind (shēn).

The young warrior, dragging a net of heavy swords, greeted Ren Yuan with a shēn, stretched out his hand and pointed to an open area by the Blood Creek and proposed, "How about we fight a decisive battle here?" ”

"Whatever the guest wants." Ren Yuan also bowed his head and bowed in agreement

The two stood face to face, Ren Yuan looked at the samurai who was dragging a net of swords and did not mean to draw his sword, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to use Iai?" ”

"Iai? Two duels, how can they use Juhe? The young samurai asked, puzzled, "Only when you need a sneak attack, do you use Iai?" ”

"Really? I see that you have been slow to draw your sword, and I think you are also a master of using Juhe. ”

"I'm also good at jugaturism, but." The samurai said seriously, "You also use a sword, and you should know that no matter how quickly you draw your sword, it will not be faster than a sword that has been unsheathed." ”

"That's it, that..." Ren Yuan didn't finish speaking, and suddenly raised his left hand and held the crimson judgment in front of his opponent (shè).

In the face of Ren Yuan's almost shameless sneak attack, the young warrior still had a smile on his face, raised the sheathed long knife in his hand and easily cleared the powerful bullets. The wooden scabbard was scattered in all directions, and only the part of the samurai's hand remained, and the pale red blade trembled uncontrollably.

Ren Yuan, who had seized the opportunity, did not give the other party the slightest respite, and swooped forward with the length advantage of Sin Yan in his hand, wanting to attack first before the opponent drew his sword. The young warrior who sensed Ren Yuan's intentions smiled slightly, grabbed the silk rope around his waist with his left hand and threw it out. As if the cage of the imprisoned beast was opened, dozens of sharp knives and lights (shè) came out and poured towards Ren Yuan.

Unexpectedly, the other party would start like this, and Ren Yuan was fooled in his heart. The sword rushed forward as if he was about to crash into, like a rain of swords. And these flying (shè) katanas seem to have life, and the flying (shè) roars and whimpers. Ren Yuan swung his sword to block, and as soon as he handed over, he suddenly felt that the momentum was strong and heavy. The other party seemed to wave at will, and he didn't want to be so heavy, but Rao is strength was also very difficult.

It is how fast you rush and how fast you retreat. Ren Yuan almost crawled out of the wave of sword rain thrown by the other party, and the power he felt when he touched his hand made him have no doubt that any of these seemingly casually thrown katana could easily penetrate the (shēn) body and nail himself to the ground.

Ren Yuan, who had regained his footing, looked up and saw that dozens of katanas were scattered all over this side, which was still a wide flat ground. The young samurai on the opposite side had already pulled out the pale red sword in his hand from the broken scabbard and pointed it at himself from afar.

"You're too despicable." Ren Yuan looked at the reed net that fell to the ground because the young warrior tore the silk rope, and said with a wry smile, "Didn't you say that it was a duel between swordsmen, why did you still use long-range means?" ”

"It seems that this came out of your mouth, and it seems that there are some...", said the young samurai Shinobu (jìn), "I didn't mean to hide it, but before I could lay out the sword array, your lord attacked with a firearm. ”

"Can the immorality of others be a reason for one's own immorality?" Ren Yuan didn't feel ashamed at all, and said confidently, "If I sneak attack with a pistol, you can throw your sword and hit me?" ”

"What Your Excellency said is that it is a violation of morality." The young samurai accepted the hat, raised his sword over his shoulders with both hands, and asked softly, "Then are you ready now?" ”

"Ready." The abacus of the sneak attack fell through, and Ren Yuan scolded and put on a posture and said, "Come on." ”

"Then pay attention, I'm going to go under the knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young samurai turned into a plain breeze with a pale red stroke. A pair of white feet stained with blood (luǒ), stepping on the handle of a long knife inserted in the ground, lifted the knife in an instant and killed in front of Ren Yuan (shēn).

It's so fast!

Ren Yuan only had time to flash this thought in his mind, and the pale red sword with a heavy fishy aura slashed it head-on. didn't have time to think about it, and Ren Yuan held on to the sins and reversed himself. With a loud bang, the two swords intersected together, and the tremendous power of the Emperor was transmitted from the sin, and suddenly his arms were sore, and his feet slammed into the muddy ground.

It seemed that the young samurai, who was just over 100 catties of ordinary material, slashed a blow that made Ren Yuan, who was almost immense, unable to parry. This strange contrast shocked him, and the opponent in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than he expected.

And the young warrior who slashed out this terrifying blow at this moment was no less terrified than Ren Yuan in his heart. The weight of the sword in his hand, as a user, he naturally knows it. The opponent was able to block this blow with a sword with one hand, and this arm strength was definitely very few among the opponents he had dueled.

The look of surprise on both sides' faces flashed, and the young samurai jumped lightly onto the other sword, and the sword in his hand slashed again, slashing at Ren Yuan again. Ren Yuan, who lost the opportunity, had no choice but to block it again. A young samurai in a plain kimono turns into a swirling snowflake and jumps around the handles of several long knives on the banks of Ren Yuan (shēn). The offensive was like a torrential rain and slashing non-stop, not giving Ren Yuan a chance to breathe.

Even though Ren Yuan was unusually tall, he was still a little shorter in front of the young samurai dancing on the hilt of the sword. In addition, the opponent's (shēn) method is agile and fast, and he can't seize the initiative at all for a while. can only hold the sword and defend it strictly, resisting the terrifying slash of the opponent's sword as heavy as a sword. In a few breaths, the dirt under his feet was overwhelming, and his feet were sunk into the soil several inches thick.

The blood-soaked dirt beneath your feet is like a swamp of greed. As the pressure deepened, it became more and more soft, and frantically devoured everything on the surface. Ren Yuan had no doubt that if he dragged it any longer, he would be smashed into the ground by the other party little by little. Obviously, the state of the ground has long been in the planning of the other party, and the katana that is everywhere has created an excellent foothold for itself.

If you want to regain the disadvantage and break free from the shackles of the ground, you must first contain the young samurai's almost frantic attack. After adapting to the monster-like slash of the other party, Ren Yuan gritted his teeth and his eyes were cold, and he clenched the sin Yan in his hand and launched a counterattack.

As if awakened from a deep slumber, the inky sword Sin Yan suddenly came alive. In an instant, the young samurai had the illusion that the other party was holding a hideous black dragon in his hand. The sword was still the same sword, but there was an indescribably terrifying aura that suddenly rose from it.

Originally, it only seemed to be strong, resisting his countless slashing long swords. Suddenly, the sharp (bī) sharp edge of the person burst out, the cold light flashed, the dark red knife fell silently, and the blood-colored sludge smashed by the falling knife (shēn) scattered and splattered in all directions.

Lightly cut off the ink-colored sin of the sword, with the momentum of the gods and Buddhas, and slashed straight at the stunned face of the young warrior!