Kojima gripped the wooden sword tightly.

His heart is no longer in his stomach, he doesn't know where his heart flies, this feeling, like a lonely lover, seeing the perfect girl, becomes soulless at night, difficult to sleep.

It's a feeling that not everyone can experience, but it's real.

Kuroda Mori sneered, "You're a samurai?" ”

This sentence is nonsense, nonsense should not be said, when dueling, this kind of nonsense can easily make oneself lose a good opportunity, a good opportunity to kill, but it is easy to get a disaster, the disaster of death.

Kojima was silent, but nodded.

He was indeed a samurai, a true samurai, and this was where his dignity, his faith, and the meaning of his life.

When I hear the words of doubt, I don't get angry or panic, these will only bring disaster and death to myself, and death is also humiliation, not only my own humiliation, but also the humiliation of Uesugi Kenshin, so I can't be angry and panic, and I want to defeat Kuroda Mori and fight for more glory.

Kuroda Mori nodded, seeing that he admitted that he was a samurai, as if he was very satisfied, "If you are a samurai, you should know how to fight." ”

Kojima nodded, "Yes, I know the art of war. ”

"You must have learned a lot of martial arts, and you are a great samurai."

Kojima nodded, "I've learned a lot of martial arts, and I've learned them since I was a child. ”

What he said is the truth, his family has followed Uesugi Kenshin for many years, and he has also learned a lot, whether it is Sun Tzu's Art of War, or the way of Confucius and Mencius, it is his compulsory course in the night, every day to sleep with a woman in the night, it will only make him lose his status, lose his dignity, holding the knowledge of kendo, but it is different, he will definitely give himself the opportunity to be honored, admired and respected by the world.

He understands this truth very well, and the truth of military art really can't stump him.

"Now that you have been taught the art of war, you must understand a truth."

"What's the truth?"

"Victory or defeat depends on three things."

"I know." Kojima suddenly continued, "The right time, the right place, and the right people are the key to victory." ”

"Good." Kuroda Mori nodded and smiled, "You really know this, you are really a samurai." ”

"Yes."

Kuroda Mori sneered, "We arrived in Kita-Shinano two days ago, and it's not like you don't know. ”

Kojima Kofu nodded and admitted, "My subordinates are all real masters, they are all very diligent, they are not masters, I will never ask for them." ”

"They have seen us a long time ago, and they have already told you where we are."

"Yes, that's their charm, they're all loyal and dedicated."

"You didn't come to us."

"Yes."

"You know the art of war very well, you didn't compete with us at that time, you must be resting, aren't you?"

Kojima nodded, he didn't deny it.

That's exactly what he thinks, and facing a strong and great opponent is far more exciting and happy than facing a beautiful woman like a flower.

This not only stimulated and pleased his body, but also strengthened his position, and Uesugi Kenshin would be overjoyed to hear this news, and he would definitely warn all his retainers about this kind of thing, and learn from his great victories.

"And we're never going to leave, and you're not going to let us go, are you?"

"Of course." Kojima nodded.

"So you've taken up all the time, and now your physical strength is at its best, and you won't be slow to shoot."

"Yes." A smile appeared on Kojima's face, and it was true.

Kuroda Mori looked at the layout of the dojo, looked at the walls on both sides, and said, "This is where you usually practice martial arts?" ”

Kojima nodded and admitted, "Yes, this is where I practice martial arts, I practice martial arts here every day, and I will never go anywhere else to practice martial arts." ”

"Everything here is familiar to you, the hardness of every plank, I know it very well, and I am by no means as good as you in the performance of light work."

"Yes, the layout in the dojo is my arrangement, I don't understand, but understand it thoroughly, and even the weight of each wooden sword is very clear."

Cold sweat rolled down the corners of Kuroda Mori's forehead, "You did a good job, so you took advantage of the location again." ”

"Yes, I did take advantage of the location." Kojima smiled, "I know the military skills of the Great Ming Kingdom very well, and I didn't expect you to know very well." ”

Kuroda Mori nodded, "But you still have one more point that you lost." ”

"Which point?"

"Human." Kuroda Mori stared coldly at Kojima Gango, "Although the people here are all your cronies, and they are all masters of the masters, they are ....... ”

"But it doesn't make you afraid, does it?"

"Yes, my body doesn't stiffen at all, and my hands don't tremble." Kuroda Mori sneered, "But you're different, you must be afraid." ”

Kojima gritted his teeth and nodded in acknowledgement.

His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and his muscles kept beating, and he was indeed afraid.

Kuroda Mori sneered, "Why don't you look at that person." ”

Kuroda Mori slowly stared at a stone statue, a stone-like person, standing like a stone statue, and a stone-like silent.

The man did not move, the gun did not move.

The cloak on his body has not moved, and the immobility has caused the opponent to have an invisible pressure, an unbearable pressure.

This kind of pressure will not cause any damage to the body, but it will cause a lot of damage to the heart, and the mind will also cause damage, and these two things will cause great damage, then the confidence and courage will definitely be affected, and it is also huge.

The people in the duel cannot be affected at all, especially confidence and courage, once there is a trace of injury, it will cause a painful price and a disaster that cannot be faced.

Although Kojima Tsuruo is familiar with military books and knows the way to win, he cares about the third, the right time, the right place, and the right people.

He had already taken up all three of these three and all three conditions for victory, but he was wrong, and he made a mistake, one thing, one person.

A stone-like figure.

Even if this man hadn't made a move, he had already broken his heart in the duel.

When the heart is broken, confidence and courage will decay, and when confidence and courage decay, the sword in the palm of the hand will be greatly affected, and it will also be dull, and when it comes to duels, there can be no dullness at all, and even the slightest dullness is an unforgivable thing, an irreparable disaster.

Sword swing.

With a sword, the man falls, and the man is defeated.

Everyone stared at the fallen man in amazement, surprised and unbelieving.

Cold sweat rolled down from the corners of his forehead, the muscles on his body suddenly became weak, the hand holding the sword hung down softly, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

The mood of victory was really exhilarating, but now he seemed extremely tired and weak.

Shuichi Yamaguchi gently wiped the sweat from his cheeks, exhaled deeply, and suddenly held Kuroda Mori and smiled, "You're good, you won." ”

"Yes, I'm victorious."

But how many people know how much bitterness and sorrow are hidden behind the victory? How much scheming and treachery?

Shuichi Yamaguchi stood seven feet away from Wusheng and bowed deeply, "Thank you, our victory comes from you." ”

Wusheng nodded, "You're good." ”

They are indeed good, alive, victorious, glorious, and that undoubtedly shows that they are good.

He has completely taken possession of the victory, completely defeated, disemboweled, defeated, and humiliated, which undoubtedly shows that Kojima is very bad.

Tears have flowed.

From the eyes to the neck, and then to the floor.

When the tears dried, he got up and no longer looked at Kuroda Mori or Yamaguchi Shuichi, victory was someone else's, and he could only face shame and death.

Death is near.

A bamboo mat, a jar of wine, and a piece of soft cloth.

Kojima knelt on it, gently drew his sword, poured wine on the soft cloth, and then gently wiped the blade of the sword, wiping it very slowly, so it was also clean.

He took a sip of it himself, and the sake was not a deadly shochu, but his cheeks were flushed, the red of death.

Then I untie the placket.

A man on the side held a sword in both hands and raised it high, his eyes showing pain and pity.

The blade of the sword was wiped brightly, and the hand holding the sword did not shake at all.

Kojima looked at the man and smiled, "I didn't think it was you." ”

"It's me." The man nodded, "I'm making a mistake." ”

Kojima nodded, staring at his sword, "Has your sword been brushed?" ”

The man shook his head, "I haven't wiped it." ”

Kojima's face sank, and he said coldly, "Why don't you wipe your sword?" ”

"I don't dare wipe it." A look of horror crossed the man's cheeks.

"Why don't you dare to wipe it?" Kojima's face became surprised.

"I don't dare to wipe it, because some people say that if you lose, don't use it."

"What happens if you wipe it?"

"It's my turn to have a caesarean section, so I don't dare to rub it."

"Who is it?" Kojima's face became angry and anxious.

"It's me."

Among the forty or fifty people, suddenly a man stepped out.

A hideous-looking and fierce person, seeing this person, made Wusheng think of another person, the dog-headed man.

The man also had a dull, unsettling color, but his cheeks were not blood-red, but dead gray, and his eyes were dead gray.

Therefore, when others see this person, it is easy to associate the shadow of death.

This is what this man brings to others, the feeling of death, which is evil and weird.

At this time, a few people suddenly stood up, "You are not from here, where are you a bastard...... ”

The word egg was not spoken, and the word was broken by the light of the knife, and it was broken alive.

A skull suddenly jumped out of its neck, and the blood rushed the skull far and high, falling to the floor and rolling, and its body was still dancing, as if it was in pain and panic.

When the head remained motionless, everyone saw the look on their cheeks.

His expression was extremely angry and fierce, without the slightest hint of disbelief or fear.

The tip of the sword was still dripping blood, and the body suddenly fell, the blood flowed very slowly, and the dojo was dull and deadly silent.

A few more people suddenly pounced.

The sword flashed.

Several people suddenly broke into two, and the first half suddenly fell, struggling and screaming desperately on the ground, while the lower half was running on the floor.

Blood splattered out, startling everyone.

The position of this person is a corner, very dim, where there is sunlight, there will be shadows, and this person chooses to sit in the shadows.

So no one noticed him.

His face also bears a shadow, a kind of death that is peculiar to him.

Blood fell, and the man walked slowly.

Walking towards Kojima Gango, he walked very slowly, the knife still maintained the posture after killing someone, and the blood rolled down very slowly, but it was very steady.

Every step away, there was a drop of blood, from the shadows all the way to Kojima Kofu.

Kojima held the hilt of his sword, the blade of the sword facing his chest, but his eyes were fixed on the blood on the floor, and the first drop of blood was one step away, and it was evenly dripped, neither too much, nor too much.

It's sunny outside, but it's gloomy and dim inside.

No one is moving.

The man didn't move, the tip of the knife was still dripping blood, and his dead gray eyes stared at Kojima Tsuruo, and said gloomily, "I said it, so the sword must not be erased." ”

Kojima put his sword down and stared at the man coldly, "Who are you?" ”

"Bow down."

The name seems to have a kind of spell, and everyone's face has changed, and it has changed miserably.

They obviously knew this person, this person who didn't look like a human being, the sword lord general of the Muromachi Shogunate, Ashikaga Yoshiteru, who was appointed to execute the wrong official, worship a sword.

Kojima nodded, muscles on his cheeks throbbing, "Why are you stopping me?" ”

"Because I'm happy."

As he spoke, he suddenly kicked out, and the person next to Kojima suddenly screamed and flew into the sun, and then when he heard a bang, he was motionless, neither sound nor movement.

"What are you happy about?" Kojima sneered, but he didn't have any confidence in his smile.

A smile without confidence will never sound good or look good, and Kojima is no exception.

"Because I'm happy, I'm happy." Dead gray eyes stared at Kojima Kojima gloomily, "Do you understand that you understand?" ”

Kojima gritted his teeth.

He didn't understand what the answer was, it wasn't an answer at all.

"You really didn't get it."

Kojima nodded, "I don't understand. ”

What he said was the truth, and he didn't understand it at all, and maybe no one here understood.

Bai Yidao nodded, helped him up, and pointed to the sun outside, shining as gold.

"What do you see?"

Kojima looked at it and then shook his head.

"You don't see that?"

He didn't see it, so he shook his head again.

Bai Yidao laughed, and he laughed and kicked him away.

He flew higher and farther, and Bai Yidao suddenly turned around and stared at everyone, "You guys also hurry up, I'm not a good person, so if you go slowly, you will be unlucky." ”

The crowd suddenly poured out like water, and the sword flashed.

Seven or eight figures suddenly fell in the upper half, but the lower half ran out, their expressions pained, angry, and frightened.

What does it feel like to watch yourself run into the distance?

Lying on the ground, seven or eight half-cut bodies shook hands vigorously, pounded the floor tightly, stared at the knife, and then died suddenly.

There are not many people left in it, and as long as they are able to move and want to live, they don't want to stay here.

There is no desire to see such a madman.

Shuichi Yamaguchi held Kuroda Mori's hand tightly, and the two of them only felt that their hands were cold and weak, but their expressions were still calm.

Ah Guo closed his eyes and pressed them tightly to Wusheng's chest.

The knife in the palm of his hand slowly slid into the sheath and stared at Shuichi Yamaguchi, "You guys go too, I'm not here to look for you." ”

Shuichi Yamaguchi's hand suddenly touched the hilt of the sword, and the green tendons on the back of his hand twitched slightly, "Why should I go?" ”

"Because I'm looking for a gun god and have no life." Bai Yi's dead gray eyes suddenly lit up, "When I look for the gun god and don't have a life, I don't want others to be disturbed. ”

"You...... Hello arrogant. ”

Bai Yidao suddenly stared at Yamaguchi Shuichi's hand holding the sword, and said, "I know you." ”

Shu Yamaguchi was silent.

"Are you a close confidant of Shingen Takeda? Do you want to take Wusheng to Kai? Kill for Shingen Takeda? ”

Shu Yamaguchi was silent.

"Takeda Shingen's vision is very good, but it's a pity that it's ......."

"What is the pity?"

"It's a pity that the sword hero general Ashikaga Yoshiteru has already discovered this person, so you can't take it away."

"Why?" Kuroda Mori stared at the man coldly, his hands clenched.

"Because of my knife."

When he said the knife, the sword light suddenly floated out, and Kuroda Mori had fallen not far away, holding the sword tightly with both hands, and a cut suddenly appeared on his stomach, a knife edge.

Shuichi Yamaguchi gritted his teeth and helped Kuroda Mori up, "You are really a good murderer, and your knife is really fast." ”

"Yes, my knives have always been fast." Bai Yidao stared at the knife on Kuroda Mori's stomach, and slowly continued, "There are not many people who can dodge my knife, Fuso, so you still have two brushes, you are injured, and you can't beat me, so you still leave, I don't want to make a second knife." ”

Shuichi Yamaguchi sneered, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Bai Yidao nodded and admitted, "Yes, I have a problem. ”

"If you can't kill someone with a knife, just let it go, won't you?"

"That's right." Bai Yidao's cold eyes stared at Kuroda Mori again, "So you are lucky, you can go back now, I will never kill you." ”

"What if I don't leave?" Kuroda Mori's hand suddenly let go, and the sword in his palm suddenly fell, and the pain of the wound was far more intense than he imagined.

"I still won't kill you, but I will......."

"But what's going to happen?"

"It's just that I can't help but torture you, and you may be tortured to death by me."

"You ......." Kuroda Mori gritted his teeth coldly and stared at Bai Yidao coldly, "You are very good, you are indeed very good, but you must not forget one thing." ”

"What's the matter?" Bai Yidao no longer looked at him, but his eyes were fixed on the street outside.

The streets are full of rugged and bumpy streets, as if they are samurai of this generation, full of misfortune and sorrow.

Kuroda Mori gritted his teeth, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat, the speed of this knife was too fast, if it wasn't for a little faster, his body might have been cut in two.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You must not be comfortable." ”

"Why?"

"Even if your knife is fast, you can't escape assassination."