Chapter Forty-Eight: I Want to Wipe My Knife and Fight with the Moon!

"What do you mean by someone who snoops on the covers?"

"What does it mean that we see the world differently?"

Mifune stared at the Genjin Machine in front of him, and his tone was incomparably solemn. He also knew that some of the things he had done recently were a bit too much for the samurai, but how could he let go so easily after he had worked for the Iron Country for half his life?

"There are a lot of people who are spying on them!"

"There are so many above your head, under your feet, beyond the world! You know that I was born to know, but the more I know, the more hopeless I feel about the future! Those people are now, right now, maybe watching you and me. ”

"Don't think I'm alarmist, if it weren't for Mr. Mifune, some of your recent actions have annoyed me a lot, and even made me bother forever, I wouldn't have been able to say these words at all!"

Yuan Shenji took a deep breath, and there was only melancholy and helplessness on his originally immature face.

He really felt a little helpless, the existence of Black and White Jue was too secretive, and the entire Iron Country didn't even have a perception ninja, which meant that even if Black and White Jue lurked in the Iron Country, he would not be able to find out at all.

As for the Six Dao Immortals......

Genjin Ji could only hope that the eyes of the six immortals were still on Madara Uchiha and the ninja, but he also knew that it was only a matter of time before Otsuki Haromo paid attention to the Land of Iron. He knew so little about the big barrel of wood that he couldn't tell if he was a good guy or a bad guy.

But the source god machine didn't want to believe that the big wooden feather coat was really a good person.

After all, after all, to some extent, what the big barrel of wood feather is doing now is not much different from the source god machine. It's just that the source god machine grazes 1.27 million people in the Iron Country, and the big barrel wood feather coat grazes the entire ninja world!

Yuan Shenji is more inclined to say that at some time in the future, he will inevitably collide with the big barrel of wood feather.

"Overhead, underfoot, outside the world......"

After Mifune's words fell, the whole person had fallen into a state of confusion. He looked up at first, but saw nothing but the half-rising moon in the sky.

The moon, which was originally ordinary in his eyes, seemed to be really shrouded in malice in Mifune's feelings at this moment. He looked down at his feet again, but he couldn't feel anything but dirt under his feet!

"Mr. Mifune, don't think about it!"

"Maybe in the eyes of some people, we're just a bunch of wretched creatures struggling to survive."

"But we are a country of samurai."

"The so-called samurai, the so-called swordsman, shouldn't they overcome obstacles and move forward?"

"Even if the world is my enemy, then I will fight the world with a three-foot long front in my hand!"

"When, when did Mr. Mifune become so hesitant?"

"Is it the defeat of Sanshoyu Hanzo that has made Mr. Mifune lose his brave and radical heart? Or is it the false name of Jian Hao, so that Mr. Mifune is already immersed in his glory and can't extricate himself? ”

Gen Shenji stared at Mifune's eyes, and recently, Gen Shenji could clearly feel that Mifune had fallen into a tangled state. There are too many burdens in his heart, he can't let go of the Iron Country, and he is worried that the Source God Machine will drag the Iron Country into the abyss.

But in the Land of Iron, there is nothing to lose in the first place!

Originally, he had nothing, and he was struggling to survive in a difficult situation, why did he start to be arrogant after becoming famous?

"Hasn't Mr. Mifune-san been thinking about his sword heart all the time?"

"I don't know what Kenshin looks like, but I know that Mr. Mifune has lost the spirit of a swordsman at this moment!"

"Whether it's a knife or a sword in your hand, the moment you swing it, don't hesitate at all!"

Yuan Shenji looked at Mifune, whose face changed, and added again.

And Mifune's face is still changing wildly, has he lost his brave and radical heart after defeating Sanshoyu Hanzo? But, did I really defeat Sanshoyu Hanzo? Obviously, I used Sanshoyu Hanzo's unfamiliarity with the new samurai to gain the upper hand in battle!

And Sanshoyu Hanzo hasn't used his ninjutsu yet, can I accept the honor of my defeat of Sanshoyu Hanzo with peace of mind?

Mifune's heart was struggling infinitely, and if it weren't for Gen Shenji standing in front of him today, he wouldn't have noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his heart.

In front of Jianhao Waterfall, the waves still emitted a magnificent roar under the cover of night. The roaring sound was like a resounding slap in the face, it was pumped in Mifune's heart, and it also made Mifune's heart transform little by little.

At this moment, he thought of the time when he was standing alone in front of Sanshoyu Hanzo. At that time, he only had a katana in his hand.

He thought of the turmoil in the Iron Country after he returned to the Iron Country a few years ago.

At that time, he still only had a katana in his hand.

At this moment, the katana in my hand is still sharp, but my heart has begun to be dull?

In the darkness, Mifune slowly lowered his head. He drew his katana from his side, and in the night, the katana reflected the white light of the moon in the sky, and this light covered the blade of the katana, and it was so cold and sharp.

Mifune lowered his head and stroked the katana in his hand, his expression from the initial struggle, to the reminiscence, until the corner of his mouth at this moment.

"Your Excellency, I'll cut the moon for you!"

Mifune stood up, the momentum on his body did not change at all, I don't know when, the samurai armor that had always been his mark was slowly falling at this moment. Wearing a shirt, he stroked the long knife in his hand, and opened his mouth with his back to the source god.

And the source god machine was a little confused, he just sat there and looked at Mifune, and Mifune didn't seem to be ready to hear the answer from the mouth of the source god machine. When his words fell, Mifune looked at the moon in the sky and squinted slightly.

The next moment, starting from the Land of Iron, a silvery-white light flew out from the hands of the three ships.

The light was only about half a meter long at first, but as it flew towards the sky, it became bigger and brighter. Three breaths later, everyone in the forty-nine towns of the Iron Nation raised their heads.

They felt a terrifying aura above their heads!

As they looked up, they saw and saw a round of silver-white sword light hundreds of meters in the sky, flying up from the earth, flying straight in the direction of the moon!

This sword light seems to be the earth wanting to fight with the sky, and it seems to be simply competing with the bright moon!

The people of the Iron Country looked at the sword light, and then looked at the direction in which the sword light rose, and in everyone's hearts, there was just a pride that could not be compared to words, pride!

This sword is a sword hero, and it is the sword hero of their iron country who is declaring that the samurai is not weaker than others!

This knife is a knife of the strongest kendo in the ninja world to wipe the sword and point to the moon to invite the sky to fight!

This knife is a sword of the sword hero Mifune, who wants to cut the moon and dedicate it to the daimyo!

This knife is nameless, but the moment it appears in the world, it is only to cut the moon.

When the sword light slowly faded and dissipated higher in the heavens, some people rejoiced, and some people were silent.

Qimu Shuomao lowered his head and looked at the short knife in his hand, and then looked at the moon slashing knife that was already invisible in the sky, and was stunned.

Wuqi looked at the moon slashing sword light for a long time, and silently remembered his teacher's desire to fight with the moon in his heart.

Sakurada Jinglong stood in the courtyard, he was silent, but looking at the direction of Jianhao Waterfall, there was a strong battle intent in his eyes.

And the source god machine can only hear a sentence in his ear.

"It's a pity that my knife flew too short......"