In the interlacing of swords and swords, Jeffrey also felt that Kenshin's sword began to contain confusion. The more you fight, the heavier Kenshin's confusion becomes, and the weaker Kenshin's sword becomes! This is not allowed, distraction in the battle with oneself is an insult to oneself!

After Jeffrey forced Kenshin to take a step, he directly put away his sword. Looking at the sword heart that slashed at him at the end, he turned around and walked directly, took out a wine jug casually, and poured a full sip into his mouth with his head in the sky.

Kenshin stopped the sword that slashed at the back of Jeffrey's neck in the last moment. Jeffrey also felt the sword wind and stood in place.

The sweltering wind blew between the two, and Jeffrey's fluttering hair slipped down quietly when it touched Kenshin's sword.

"Why?" Although Kenshin's tone was very flat, anyone could hear the suppressed anger in it. Although he was very worried about whether to continue the fight, and even thought that it would be good if Jeffrey took the initiative to end it, but when Jeffrey really did what he wanted, he was furious.

Jeffrey said coldly, "Ask me again when you are no longer confused!" ”

"I don't care what you've experienced before, and I don't care what kind of person you are, I just know that a swordsman, the moment he raises the sword in his hand, he is not only facing the opponent, but also the sword in his hand!"

"With the determination to die, enjoy the joy of sword and sword. Slash at your opponent with a confused sword, do you think you're just confused? No! You're insulting me, Jeffrey! It's an insult to the sword! You don't deserve a sword! ”

Jeffrey's words were like thunder, directly hitting Kenshin's heart. Kenshin couldn't help but take two steps back.

Does Kenshin love swords? The answer is undoubtedly yes. When he met Jeffrey, a formidable opponent, he was actually extremely happy inside. However, he is too attached to the past, he can neither remember the past clearly, but also cannot forget the past.

Jeffrey took advantage of the situation and continued: "You ask me why? I'm telling you, because you don't deserve it, you need to hesitate to even hold a sword, you don't deserve me to draw a sword, cowardly fellow. ”

With that, Jeffrey strode forward without looking back.

Kenshin looked at Jeffrey in the distance and closed his eyes with determination. After a while, when Kenshin opened his eyes again, there was no confusion in his eyes.

Kenshin raised the sword in his hand, and a powerful momentum swept towards Jeffrey.

Jeffrey felt the momentum of the sword heart, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and while slowly exhaling, he pulled his left elbow back, put his left hand into the sheath, quietly placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and took a small step to the side with his left foot, and his knees were about ninety degrees.

Kenshin instantly appeared behind Jeffrey, without any skill, a simple sword split, without any embellishment.

At the moment when Kenshin slashed down, Jeffrey also moved, moved his left hand to grasp the hilt, and instantly stepped out of his right foot and slashed sideways from the front.

This blow is Kenshin's farewell to the past, and it is also Jeffrey's recognition of Kenshin!

After the dust cleared, Kenshin and Jeffrey lay down on the street in a "V" shape, gasping for air.

After a while, Jeffrey got up and sat up, looked at Kenshin and said, "Hey, I'm Jidao - Jeffrey, what's your name?" ”

Kenshin was stunned for a moment, and said slowly, "Kenshin." ”

"Kenshin?" Jeffrey was stunned, then laughed and said, "Haha, your name is Kenshin, is it because your sword has no heart?" ”

Kenshin smiled bitterly, looked through the sword body, and didn't say anything, indeed, just like Jeffrey said, his own sword, really has no heart, just like himself, without memory, it is also incomplete.

At this time, in the center of the continent, a giant dragon dragging a seriously injured body roared at a dozen people in front of it.

Just now, the seal of the chaotic capital was suddenly unsealed, and Doragon wanted to stop the seal but was injured by the power of the seal, at this time, he was dragging his seriously injured body to stop the dozen or so people in front of him who broke through the seal.

"Venerable Lord, this little dragon dares to be disrespectful to the Venerable Lord, and beg the Venerable Lord to allow his subordinates to kill him!" As he spoke, he licked his lips.

I saw the red-haired man who was called the Venerable One shook his head and said, "Hammer, if he can survive by luck, this matter will be stopped!" ”

"Yes!" Hammer bowed to receive the order, then looked at the dragon, and said, "Your Excellency is in a good mood today, it's still too late to get out now, otherwise, it will depend on your luck." ”

The dragon roared angrily, "I am the inheritor of the Demon Ruins, the guardian dragon of the City of Chaos, Doragon Burri Tart Termellon, the proud dragon warrior, death is our only destination!" ”

"In that case," Hammer shook his head, sighed and continued, "I'll fulfill you!" ”

With a roar of rage, Hamer's body was covered in dark blue scales, long thorns like an awl grew from his elbows, and dark red pupils stared at Doragon without any expression.

Doragon felt the terrifying aura emanating from Hamer's body, and quickly turned into human nature, and at the same time, a dark armor filled Doragon's body.

The red-haired man looked at Doragon's armor, suddenly frowned, and said to Hamer, "Spare his life." ”

Hammer glanced at the Venerable Lord, turned around and said respectfully, "Yes!" ”

Then, Hammer suddenly appeared in front of Doragon and threw a punch into Doragon's chest.

Doragon felt the terrifying fist wind, and his arms instantly turned into dragon claws, and the armor of the demon ruins was attached to his chest.

With a loud "bang", Doragon was blasted out. Looking at the armor on his body that turned into a little starlight, unwillingness, anger, and shame came to his heart. Fortunately, there was only a moment, because then, Doragon lost consciousness.

Hammer silently retreated behind the red-haired man.

"Lord, I don't know where we are going to go?"

"It's been 700 years, let's go back and see it first!" The Venerable Lord's tone suddenly changed a little.

More than a dozen of them glanced at each other and bowed in unison: "Thank you, Lord!" ”

After his men left, the red-haired man silently looked west, as if he had seen the westernmost part of the continent directly, which was a continuous mountain, covered with dark clouds, and could not see a little sunlight, and the charred black forest and dry riverbed had no life. There, is the last remaining cage of the demon clan.

The red-haired man sighed, "This time, I won't lose again." And he vanished in his place.