The generals on both sides laughed at the same time, "Invite you to come here today, how can there be a third way for you to choose?" ”

"Yes."

Ciyin nodded as if pecking rice, his flabby and aging body suddenly moved, and an afterimage crossed by, instantly coming to the general who had just spoken, and before he could react, he grabbed his throat.

The general struggled frantically, but there was no power to resist under his thin arm.

The others drew their swords and approached, and the heavily armored guards in the hall were even more armed with halberds in their hands and gathered.

Fan Zhuoyuan shouted: "Let go!" You don't think that if you hold one person hostage, you can blackmail the general? ”

Ciyin said with a smile: "Of course, the general's iron blood is known to the world, so naturally he will not care about the life of an ordinary subordinate."

There are many armor here, no matter how good the poor monk's martial arts are, they will definitely not be able to leave, but before death, it is still no problem to kill a few more generals with this aging body. ”

Fan Zhuoyuan's expression became gloomy, "You only have a chance to kill one person at most." ”

Ciyin looked at Fan Zhuoyuan, "The general of the kingdom is different from ordinary people, and he must be a person with outstanding martial arts."

No one wants to kill the poor monk today, he just wants to have a bright competition with the general, if he dies at the hands of the general, he will be martyred, I don't know if the general is willing to do it?

Or is it that the general doesn't care about this subordinate at all? ”

Fan Zhuoyuan walked down proudly, "The rest of the people retreat, since you want to fight, I will fulfill you!" ”

Although the soldiers were suspicious, they still obeyed the order and dispersed to their respective posts, and even other meritorious generals returned to their seats.

Although it was absurd for the general to agree to the monk's request, everyone present knew the general's strength, so they thought that the monk was just killing himself.

Ciyin sent away the generals who were almost cut off in his hands, and calmly walked to the center of the main hall, standing opposite Fan Zhuoyuan.

"General, although the poor monk is a monk, he wants to die as a swordsman today, and he asks the general to give him a sword."

Fan Zhuoyuan beckoned, and someone from the palace sent a sword.

Ciyin's expression froze, and he slowly pulled out the knife in his sheath, and the cold light reflected on his aging face.

He said slowly: "You must watch it!" ”

can be called Japan's No. 1 swordsman, even if he is old and decrepit, Fan Zhuoyuan will never take it lightly.

But he didn't know that Ciyin's words were not for himself, it was said to Kagami Ren who was hidden there!

After killing Hojo Nagahide that day, Jiyin wanted to lure Kagajingren to follow, and then let him see the scene where he challenged Fan Zhuoyuan and died.

It's a pity that there were many armor warriors gathered under Fan Zhuoyuan at that time, and even if he was strong with Ciyin, he would definitely not be able to break through.

Therefore, the idea of challenging Fan Zhuoyuan and dying at the hands of Fan Zhuoyuan, thus cutting off the last trace of Jingjingren's concern failed to materialize.

Then Ciyin could only meet with Kagami Ren, and just heard that Fan Zhuoyuan invited Kyoto celebrities to gather in the imperial city.

decided to bring Jing Jingren here, and challenged Fan Zhuoyuan first, testing all of Fan Zhuoyuan's strength.

Then let Kagami Ren secretly peep, find out the flaw, and find an opportunity to kill him with a knife in the future.

At that time, there was absolutely no concern around Jingjingren, and he was able to truly achieve the realm of thoughtlessness.

Ami Ciyin is such a madman, in order to find the person who inherited his magic sword, he does not hesitate to destroy everything he cherishes, even if it is himself.

At this time, Kagami Ren hid in the crowd with his head down, looking at everything in the center of the main hall, his body trembling slightly.

"Chu Ji was taken captive, I am afraid that he has been humiliated and died, my senior brother died at the hands of a mysterious swordsman, and now even the master is leaving me?"

Nian Ami Ciyin was different from other warriors, and walked towards Fan Zhuoyuan with a sword in one hand.

With each step, he landed on the ground with his forefoot, like a civet cat, approaching at a seemingly slow and fast pace.

Fan Zhuoyuan twisted his neck, took half a step back with his left foot, and stepped forward in a sideways fighting posture!

At the same time, Ciyin leaned forward, and the sound of his clothes breaking through the air was heard, and the two suddenly approached at a speed that almost pulled out the afterimage.

One knife stream pays attention to the first knife and the last knife, and the shot is killed.

Therefore, as a swordsman, Ciyin condensed the killing intent, and the dry arm muscles swelled suddenly under the urging of internal strength, and it actually appeared thick and powerful.

With a flick of his wrist, he took advantage of the forward momentum, and the blade flipped over a full moon silver light and slashed forward!

In the eyes of the people watching the battle, there seemed to be still the brilliance of that sword light, like a full moon flashing, gorgeous and poignant!

The full moon that condensed the nirvana momentum cut through Fan Zhuoyuan's body, penetrated it, and the sword qi exploded, and a sword mark five zhang long cracked out on the wooden floor!

Such a power made the martial arts practitioners who knew the inner strength of the kendo at the scene look dull, and they couldn't help clenching their fists and their muscles tense.

This sword, physical skills and potential coexist, even the first slash can kill the vast majority of samurai on the spot in Japan!

Even in the Central Plains, it is also a very superior and extremely clever knife technique.

However, the afterimage dissipated, and this sword only slashed into the air?!

Fan Zhuoyuan's body had already staggered the blade with a clever sliding step, flashing like a wind to Ciyin's side, who couldn't turn back.

Except for a few people, no one could have imagined that such a rough and huge body would have an unusually agile ability to act.

Jingjing Ren narrowed his eyes slightly, he faintly saw that Fan Zhuoyuan's body style was even better than the last fight!

The huge body and agile pace brought a gust of wind, blowing Ciyin's robe fluttering in the air, and what followed his robe flew up, but it was a heavy leg that swept over, using Fan Zhuoyuan's sixty percent strength after he released the limit!

The legs are blocked, like a halberd and a heavy axe, fierce and fierce! However, I couldn't hear the slightest sound of breaking the sky, which was because it was so fast that the wind couldn't catch up.

Such a blow, not to mention flesh and blood, even if it is solid and steel, it can be destroyed with one force!

Seeing that the thin Ciyin was about to be kicked into a rag doll by this kick, what no one could see was that after the silver moon was cut into the air, the shriveled leg muscles under his clothes jerked like a taut spring!

Just took advantage of the momentum to bounce up, stepping on Fan Zhuoyuan's swept heavy legs, like a macaque, holding a knife and stepping into Fan Zhuoyuan's legs!

Ciyin's short and thin body, with Fan Zhuoyuan's thighs as a bridge, rushed over.

When Fan Zhuoyuan retracted his legs, it was when the other party swung his knife.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't do anything but parry.

And if you don't close your legs, then you can't even maintain your own balance, and the outer door kung fu is the heaviest body balance, and the imbalance state is difficult to exert the effect of the blow, so it is even more unable to deal with the Ciyin offensive.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't expect this old guy to have so much experience in actual combat, and he was calculating every step of the way, if it weren't for that, it would be impossible to avoid Fang Cai's kick just by relying on the opportunity to respond.

Ciyin smiled evilly, and the knife was raised.

Following his sword, the Japanese onlookers stretched their necks, their clenched fists covered with sweat, and their eyes filled with eager hope.

I hope this knife will cut off the head of this damn Yuan army commander!

What a Japanese national funeral, today should be your mourning day!