All this happened so quickly that Matsuo, Takahashi and the others were still tilting their necks and tiptoeing to admire Yamada's exquisite sword technique.

Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn without warning, and there was not even a transition between the ups and downs, and Yamada, a samurai who was well-known in the Shogunate faction, was directly cut off his left hand.

The blood that spurted out from the fracture splattered on Zhang Heng's feather weaving, which had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, making his already extremely tall figure look even more terrifying.

Matsuo and Takahashi were so startled that they took two steps back in a row, and they didn't stop until their backs were against the wooden railing, but the two pairs of little eyes couldn't help but turn around, obviously ready to slip away.

On the other side, Takeuchi's pupils also contracted sharply.

Even Yamada, who had lost his left hand, probably didn't understand what was going on at that moment before, and from the stunned expression on his face, he couldn't figure out why he lost so simply when he had already gained the upper hand.

Only Takeuchi, who was a bystander and a master of swordsmanship, barely kept up with Zhang Heng's last sword.

It is precisely because of this that he can more deeply appreciate the power of this knife.

Zhang Heng grabbed the slight setback between Yamada's first change of move and the second change, bullied himself to the opponent's chest, and at the same time quickly shook his wrist, so that the tip of the knife drew an arc, dodging the knife in Yamada's hand, and because Yamada was swinging the knife at the time, it looked like Yamada deliberately put his wrist on the opponent's blade from Takeuchi's point of view.

Takeuchi gasped, such a fast knife, such a terrible calculation, how come everyone he met today seems to be more insidious than himself.

It wasn't until the severed hand hit the ground that Yamada realized something, the sharp pain from his left wrist made his forehead covered with beads of sweat, but the pride of being a samurai made him not cry out in pain, he knelt on the ground with his neck bent, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his face was pale.

The hill dojo became quieter than ever at this moment, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Xiao Shan Akane stood in place with her mouth wide open, only to feel that her head was a little insufficient.

Obviously, not long ago, she was still worried about the ronin, but the next moment Zhang Heng had already defeated the strong enemy in front of her neatly, as the person who fought with Yamada twice, about Yamada's true strength, Koyama Akane is probably the most vocal person, although this samurai of the Choshu Domain may not be as good as her father, but the difference is not too far.

Such skills can be called masters no matter which side of the force she is in, so she was not unjustly defeated in the previous battle.

However, he is such a master, but he has not even survived three moves in the hands of this lingering ronin.

Akane Koyama barely made the cut.

The guy in front of her, who was once mercilessly despised by her and thought he was bragging, actually ...... Is he really a peerless master?

After three moves, Zhang Heng no longer went to see Yamada, and put the knife into the sheath.

Then he said to Xiao Shan Akane with a dull face, "I'm sorry. ”

"Huh? What, sorry what? Akane Koyama asked stupidly.

"Sorry for soiling the floor of your dojo." Zhang Heng pointed to the blood stains on the ground, and as he spoke, his gaze swept over Matsuo, Takahashi and the others intentionally or unintentionally, and the two people he saw were eager to turn into an earthworm on the spot and burrow into the ground.

And the other Choshu Domain samurai who stood with Takeuchi, although he was not so unbearable, his expression was also shocked.

Zhang Heng's gaze finally stayed on Takeuchi's body, and he could see that the guy in front of him was probably the head of this group, and the latter seemed to have encountered some problem at this moment, and was standing there holding his arms and meditating.

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you say?" Do you want to fight again? ”

"I found ...... It's not like you're your opponent. Takeuchi looked very distressed, "But that idiot has been shouting and insulting the samurai of the Choshu Domain or something, and it doesn't seem good to just leave." ”

Hearing him say this, Matsuo and Takahashi's hearts couldn't help but feel even colder, and now the belief that supports them standing here is that Takeuchi is more powerful than Yamada, although Takeuchi is not as terrifying as Zhang Heng, but after all, he has easily defeated Yamada before, probably, maybe, there may be a battle?

However, now Takeuchi personally admitted that he was inferior to Zhang Heng, and also broke the only remaining illusion in their hearts.

"Oh, do you still have any masters in the Choshu Domain?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Of course, although Yamada is famous, he is not as good as me in terms of strength," Takeuchi said, snapping his fingers, "Although I am not bad, there are many people who are better than me." ”

"Are those guys in Kyoto now?" Zhang Heng seemed to be interested when he heard this.

"Well...... Although most of the people still stayed in the Choshu Domain, in these troubled times, the heroes of the world gathered in Kyoto, and the great husband was still alive, and he should have achieved great things, and there were indeed many people in Kyoto or on the way to Kyoto. Takeuchi nodded.

"That's right, you go back and tell those guys, if you want to avenge this guy, come to the mountain dojo to find me, I'll wait for them here." Zhang Hengdao.

"Happy!" Takeuchi patted his thigh and said, "I didn't misread anyone, Your Excellency is really a hero!" In that case, we'll meet another day. ”

After he finished speaking, he gave Matsuo and Takahashi a look and told them to leave with the wounded Yamada.

After leaving the dojo, Takeuchi asked Matsuo and Takahashi to send Yamada to the hospital for medical treatment, while he and another person hurried to find the head of the Choshu domain in Kyoto.

Yamada's group came with a rush of momentum, but when they left, they were gray.

After the group left the hill dojo, Xiao Shanqian finally realized that something was wrong and said, "Hey, why did you report the name of my dojo just now, and don't you think I'm declining here fast enough?" ”

Zhang Heng spread his hands, "No way, whoever lets me live here, and you don't have to worry, since I am in charge of this matter, of course I will take care of it to the end, no matter who the guy who comes later, I will follow, and you don't have to be so pessimistic, your dojo has fallen so far, and it is impossible to be even more down, maybe you can become famous in Kyoto because of this." ”

Zhang Heng himself doesn't care, he is here to challenge the world's masters anyway, looking for the whereabouts of the famous sword, and hanging a sign of a small mountain dojo is just a convenient thing.

“………… But you're not from the hill dojo at all. Xiao Shanqian looked helpless, "One yard to one yard, I am grateful that you saved me this time, and I will find a way to repay you, hmm, it's better to waive your rent after that...... But although Koyama Ming Xinryu is only a small school, and it is not very conspicuous in Kyoto, but I will not fake the hands of outsiders to boost the prestige of the dojo, maybe it is stupid in the eyes of outsiders, but this is my insistence, I will not pursue the matter of you pretending to be a doorman of the dojo before, and your own genre is so powerful, your master must also be a big man, will he watch you hang the name of other schools? ”

"She? I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Zhang Heng thought about it carefully, his sword skills were originally exercised in the actual combat in the copy of Black Sail, if you really want to say that the master or something, Anne can barely be counted as half, after all, Zhang Heng had studied with Anne for a period of time in the early stage, and the two often practiced against each other after that, but thinking about it, the red-haired female pirate didn't care about the difference at all, and in her eyes, the knife technique that could cut people was a good knife technique.

"If you really care so much about this kind of thing, then I'll just join your genre." Zhang Heng proposed a solution.

"Huh?"