The old man, or his own name, Komai Youyi, will be suspicious of Song Jing's blood, sure enough, a warm current emerged from his abdomen, rushing to all parts of his body, the faint pain of the rainy day gradually disappeared, the cloudy vision gradually became clear, the feeling of relaxation and pleasure arose, and the flesh seemed to be ten years younger.

"It really works"

Although Komai Youichi has not changed much in appearance, it is impossible for his light body to deceive him.

"How? I'm not lying."

Song Jing smiled gently, only to realize that not long after evacuating from the previous battle, the unrestrained aura frightened them, and Masami Komai, who had a twitching little nose opposite, looked at his grandfather worriedly, it seemed that the matter had been done.

Under Song Jing's gaze, Masami Komai said awkwardly: "You didn't lie."

"A trick? Then I will do my best to fulfill your request."

Komai Youichi said seriously, standing up, his momentum suddenly changed, and he was majestic.

"Yes, use your full strength, don't spare your hands"

Song Jing nodded solemnly, although the strength of the two is not at the same level, but seeing the old man immersed in swordsmanship all his life should let him learn something.

Komai raised his hand and asked, "Then let's go to the sword hall first."

The three of them moved to the spacious sword hall, and Song Jing also knew some things along the way, the terrain here in the country of water is peculiar, and there is a sudden fog all year round, covering a wide range, resulting in repeated armed conflicts, so the wind of martial arts prevails. In addition, the Land of Water and the Land of Iron face each other across the sea, so it was also deeply influenced by the style of the samurai, and swordsmanship flourished, giving rise to many schools of kendo.

Komai Shinyin is also quite famous in these genres, and Song Jing also heard about it from the country of the vortex, but it's a pity that the old man's son, Komai Seiichi, was assassinated because of a conflict with the fog under the cruel policy, and even because of the fog covering, even the murderer's true face is not clear.

Later, the old man also saw through the swordsmanship that he had studied all his life was no match for ninjutsu, so he dismissed the disciple in frustration and prepared to raise his only granddaughter Zhang Da, let her be an ordinary person, and passed away peacefully.

"Don't you have armor?"

When he came to the sword hall, Komai Youichi immediately became solemn, his words and deeds were clear, although he was disheartened with swordsmanship in his heart, but he couldn't abandon the things in his bones.

"No"

Song Jing shook his head and walked inside, facing the old man one by one, separated by two arm's length.

"Then I don't need to"

Komai nodded, bowed to Song Jing, then picked up the katana, put his hand on the handle, and became serious, looking directly at the other side with bright eyes, as skilled as a thousand times.

Song Jing leaned over slightly, and also made a gesture of drawing his knife, and the scene immediately fell into a silence where the needle fell, and the eyes of both sides were only the enemy opposite.

Sitting next to the bamboo sword and armor, Masumi looked nervous, her little face tense, and she glanced between the two worriedly, she didn't want anyone to be hurt, whether it was her grandfather or her big brother who made her quite fond of her.

This school of swordsmanship like the katana generally pursues a one-hit kill, and the same is true of the famous Komai Shin-Yin Ryu, so Song Jing will say that one sword is enough.

"Zheng"

Almost in unison, both drew their katanas at the same time, tossing their scabbards aside.

'Nope'

Song Jing's pupils constricted, although his reaction speed was faster, but at the same time, he also sensed more clearly that the old man on the opposite side had a premonition of his attack, noticed the light movement of his fingers, and immediately drew his knife to attack.

The two of them staggered and flashed, but it was more like Song Jing stepping forward.

Poof—

Blood splashed, and an extremely deep sword mark suddenly appeared on the left side of Song Jing's neck, and the sword in his hand fell to the side in vain.

"Ahh

Masami Komai let out a miserable scream and watched the scene in fear.

"Broken"

As soon as Komai Youyi staggered past Song Jing, he put down the red katana with the tip of the knife, and eagerly looked back at Song Jing's injury, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, that is, there was a person seeking death on the other side, and there was no reason why he couldn't avoid it with his speed.

"Yes, it's this blow, I feel like Shu Rong..."

With this blow, Song Jing sensed that the old man used chakra, but it was not as systematic as a ninja, but it only blessed his own body and increased the speed of swinging the sword.

Unlike the two who were anxious about the injury, Song Jing kept replaying the old man's swing in his mind, and only came back to his senses under the screams of Masami Komai, covered the wound of the leaky throat, and said hoarsely: "No... Worried..."

"Really, are you alright?"

Komai said worriedly, although he had already left his hand at the end, but this kind of injury would have fallen a long time ago.

"Well, it's all right, I have the ability to be like the ghost lamp clan of the second generation of Mizukage, don't worry"

Song Jing nodded, let go of his palm, and the wound cut out was already intact, except for the blood beads splashed on the wooden board, as if the two of them saw an illusion.

"This..."

Komai Youichi was stunned, although he had heard of the Ghost Lantern Clan, and the ninjutsu of ninjas was also amazing, but he had never seen such a counterintuitive ability.

"By the way, are there any other powerful swordsmanship masters? The old man recommended it to me, I don't have any hobbies, so I'm a little interested in kendo."

Song Jing said to himself, picking up the weapon he had just dropped as usual.

"Guest, the injury is not a joke, let's stay for a while"

Komaichi said apologetically, haunted by the injuries he had just caused.

"That's right, big brother, let's take a rest first"

Masami Komai also persuaded that although she was still young, she also knew that human life was at stake, and even if the eldest brother seemed to be fine, it did not mean that he was intact.

At this time, the sky had begun to brighten, the crisp and pleasant birdsong was falling and falling, and the slightest mist poured into the sword hall through the gate.

For Song Jing, it means that it is dawn, and in order to slow down the mental consumption of using the clone, Song Jing couldn't help but nod and responded: "Okay"

....

On Konoha's side, Song Jing and Orochimaru and the others had already gotten up and returned, of course, not only a few of them, but also a part of the team and many wounded people along with them, or it was because of them that it was necessary to rush to Konoha early and use better equipment to improve the efficiency of treatment.

Song Jing was also assigned the task of guarding, paying attention to the vigilance on both sides of the team and looking around.

There weren't many problems along the way, with Orochimaru and Tsunade, I didn't dare to attack in small teams, and it was impossible not to mobilize large troops without alarming the troops who were still on the front line.

Because of the ninja's excellent physical fitness, he only stopped a few times on the road before arriving at Konoha at dusk.

"It's here."

Song Jing sighed with emotion, and saw the iconic Moo Gate from a distance, tall and wide like a giant's door.