The wind is blowing, and the moonlight is dazzling.

Ei Na Kenichiro stood in the grass with one hand on his sword, looking up at the full moon in the sky, the moonlight reflected a little gold on the carcass horn helmet, and the horn giant bow behind him was extremely heavy.

His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The people of the Inner Mansion have begun to garrison the Falling Mountains again? What did my grandfather say? ”

Ichiro pressed the knife and tilted his head slightly.

Behind him is a ninja in a half-kneeling position, dressed in a white robe and wearing an eagle's beak mask on his face.

He is one of the leaders of the Eagle Crowd and a henchman of Genichiro.

"Not yet. However, I think that Ichishin-sama has his own ideas. He is, after all, the man who took the country back. ”

The man who was called Li spoke in a calm tone, and his voice was slightly vicissitudes.

"Grandfather, he's old." "His name can protect this country for twenty years, but he is almost seventy years old now. ”

Genichiro turned around and looked straight at Li: "He, how long can he protect this country?" ”

Silence.

"But apart from him, we are completely incapable of protecting this country." Genichiro smiled bitterly as if he had given up on himself, "Ashina has survived until now because of his grandfather's name. ”

"I'm really a useless junior."

"In the past few days, there have been more and more rats in Reeda Castle." Leave the silent way.

"Yes, the name of the Sword Saint can't suppress them anymore."

Ichiro's face was a little bitter, "My strength is still too far behind...... Probably only Long Yin can redeem this country. ”

As he spoke, Ichiro suddenly turned the topic to Ryuyin Miko: "I never thought that in addition to that Miko-sama, there was still a ninja alive in the Hirata family back then. I thought the entire Hirata family was dead. ”

"The one who survived was actually a ...... Ninjas? ”

There was sarcasm in his voice.

"It's a not-so-funny joke."

In this era when family rules are greater than the sky, it is naturally a joke that a ninja who is a servant survives when the main family is dead.

"Here they are."

Li, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly mentioned a word.

"It's just a person, leave, you're too cautious."

Ei Sena Ichiro chuckled and looked back at the bright moon.

There was no silence, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

Squeak.

Two figures, one large and one small, pushed open the heavy secret door and came out of the crypt tunnel.

As soon as I went out, I saw a tall figure pressing a knife on his back under the moon.

"String ......," Miko was about to shout in shock.

Han Baiyi, who looked gloomy as water, didn't even look at her, and pressed her back by pressing her chest.

After hitting it almost two hundred times, no matter how soft and beautiful Miko's voice was, his ears were calloused.

While advancing, Han Baiyi slowly circled around Xian Ichiro, slowly walking around the edge of the cliff where Xian Ichiro was, and walked in a long arc.

This is a common occurrence in real sword duels, mainly by changing angles to find the opponent's weaknesses.

Han Baiyi's eyes looked directly at Reed's name Genichiro, and he pressed the knife in his right hand, looking cautious and vigilant.

At the moment of passing through a certain point, he suddenly drew his knife and burst out - he turned around and slashed at the air behind him.

The sword light flickered, bursting like thunder, and like a white horse passing through a gap, the blade was cut out of the scabbard for only a short moment, but it did everything to be strong and soft.

Poof—

The white-robed hawkbeak mask appeared from the air with a blank face, holding a shuriken in one hand and covering his neck tightly with the other, and blood splattered out from under the mask uncontrollably.

The facial features under the mask were almost distorted, and his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.

I couldn't figure out how I was exposed until I died.

Is the gap between me and him so big?' ’

It was his last thought before he died.

Of course, he didn't know that in the process of countless time reincarnations, Han Baiyi's hand had been broken thirty-eight times because of the shuriken that suddenly flew over.

Han Baiyi's eyes were almost crazy with pleasure.

Finally slaughtered this old yin in the opening scene!

Call you Ya's Yin me!

The reeds on the edge of the cliff were confused.

What's the situation?

What's going on!

What about the Berserker Ninja! Shouldn't you be like those samurai shouting at Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da and rush towards me, and then let's pick up the forty-meter broadsword and have a friendly philosophical exchange with each other?

What's the matter with you cutting my little brother?!

Vaguely, Ei Na Koichiro suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with the script.

His own henchmen were cut off, and it was naturally impossible for him to remain indifferent.

I saw that Xian Ichiro didn't say a word, drew his knife and swept, flew on the miscanthus grass under his feet, and ran straight towards Han Baiyi.

Han Baiyi immediately stabbed horizontally, and Yuan Yuyue stood in front.

There was no movement in his hand, and there was a flash of inspiration in front of him, his pupils had become pale white, and green tendons bulged around his eye sockets.

【Xuanzhang Style: Spiritual Eyes】

The distance between the two quickly shortened, and Genichiro held the knife in both hands and flew with a knife.

"Sweep!"

Han Baiyi suddenly roared.

Genichiro was stunned for a moment, but his body moved involuntarily.

Sure enough, it was a sweep.

With a sound of 'dang', the two knives connected, Han Baiyi didn't even raise his eyes, and supported Ichiro's sword with one hand and obliquely with his hand, and unloaded the opponent's strength with just one movement.

Ichiro only felt that there was nowhere to vent his strength, and all his strength was sprinkled away, and a knife was immediately swung in the air.

But Ichiro didn't have any intention of giving up, he paused at his feet, his waist was forced, and the empty sword was raised high.

Before he could drop the knife, he heard Han Baiyi roar again.

"Left diagonal slash!"

Ichiro's strength stagnated, and he almost blushed, but he couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of his body, and he slashed diagonally from the left side.

I thought in my head that I don't want to, but my body is quite honest.

Miko behind him opened his mouth wide when he saw it.

Han Baiyi had no sense of accomplishment, the long knife was obliquely raised, and the point of 'dang' was at the end of the big sword of Ichiro Xian, and this style was opened.

Turning the handle of the knife, the back of the knife slammed into the helmet of Genichiro, smashing the general's helmet and flying out, revealing a messy head of long hair underneath.

Cut off the helmet without injuring the head,

This time, on the battlefield of cold weapons, it is tantamount to humiliation.

But Genichiro didn't have time to think about the question of humiliation or not, he looked directly at the ninja in front of him, and he couldn't stop being terrified in his heart.

Where did this monster come from?

This ninja is actually the ninja of the Hirata family who was destroyed by bandits?

What kind of bandit can seriously injure such a kendo powerhouse?!

Born into a kendo family, Genichiro knows too well the vision required to anticipate the movements of others - it is a kendo level that is one realm higher than his opponent, hundreds of fierce battles of life and death, and the guidance of countless kendo masters.

In particular, the other side still reached this level in the heat of battle.

In the face of an enemy of this level, he has little hope of victory.

A feeling called despair gradually spreads in Koichiro's heart.

This is a sword sage equivalent to his grandfather's level.

Even, even in the face of his grandfather, the man known as the 'One-Hearted Sword Saint', he had never felt such absolute crushing strength over the years.

This guy is a little too strong.

Ichiro gritted his teeth tightly.

Looking at his appearance, Han Baiyi couldn't help but steal joy in his heart.

Of course, Xian Ichiro didn't know how many times his knife move had been touched by Han Baiyi, let alone how many times the two had fought each other.

Han Baiyi remembers it clearly.

His left hand was slashed by the other party one hundred and seventy-two times, and his dodging movements were extremely skillful, so skilled that it was distressing.

In the end, even Han Baiyi himself was numb to the pain.

As far as chopping is concerned, the two can be called a blood feud.

However, in addition to constantly breaking his hand, Han Baiyi did not gain nothing.

In the constant battle of life and death, Han Baiyi's eyesight and sword skills soared, and he benefited a lot from Xian Ichiro.

Xian Ichiro's eyes locked on Han Baiyi, and his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

"I can't lose, I can't die here for the sake of Reed."

He whispered to himself.

Clutching the knife tightly in his hand.

Han Baiyi raised the knife, and the line of the knife was aimed straight at Koichiro, with a smile on his face.

A thought flashed through my head.

Xianichiro's face was solemn, and he shouted a horizontal knife and slashed forward.

Han Baiyi's face was relaxed and he relied on the reaction speed that was higher than that of Xian Yilang, his steps were light and agile, and his body was fast, and he dodged a few knives that pointed directly at the key point in two or three steps, and the knife pointed obliquely at the ground in his hand, without the intention of confronting the other party at all.

It means almost contempt.

Originally invincible in his eyes, Genichiro is now chasing his figure with great difficulty like a child wielding a hammer, and the blade is empty.

While dodging, the long knife in Han Baiyi's hand connected the dots on Genichiro's knife.

In an instant, the blade of Genichiro's sword was already full of cracks.

There was blood in Xian Ichiro's eyes, and the faster the knife speed, the closer the knife technique became, and the blade that seemed to be as fast as lightning couldn't even touch a single hair of Han Baiyi.

Miko, who was standing in the distance, watched this scene with a face full of disbelief.

In her heart, Ichiro-sama is second only to the powerhouse of the one-minded sword saint.

Now he is being teased by wolves like children.

It's incredible.

The blade turned, and Genichiro gritted his teeth, and the muscles of his legs bulged out of his skin like balloons.

The carcass on his body was squeezed off by the bulging muscles, and several arm armors fell to the ground one after another.

The eyes are almost scarlet.

The voice in his mouth was almost a low roar, as if he was muttering to himself.

"As long as it's for the sake of Ashina......"

"No matter what heretical power,"

"I can handle it all."

As he spoke, the carcass of his upper body had already been thrown away, revealing the lumpy and streamlined muscles inside.

The strange thing is that the meridians of his two arms have long been covered with a layer of indelible black, and although the entire upper body is strong, it is difficult to hide the black and rotten complexion.

Ichiro gritted his teeth, his fingers running over the blade.

"I'll show you, Ba Zhilei."

Between the knots of muscles and flesh, I saw him jump suddenly, and his tall figure suddenly crossed several zhang away, nearly a zhang high.

The sword in his hand was raised high above his head, the muscles of his arms were as hard as iron, the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, and the sword qi of his body was completely integrated, and all of them were cut down in the middle of this knife.

The moment the knife was raised, the long blade was instantly wrapped in a golden lightning bolt.

The light is incomparably bright.

"Death—"

"Jump Slash."

Han Baiyi's tone was calm, and he pointed diagonally with the knife in his right hand, with the blade pointing upward.

At this time, Genichiro had already forgotten everything, and all his will and heart were concentrated on this knife, and he fell into a state of selflessness.

The blade tore through the air, and the air around the body wrapped around it at high speed like an undercurrent under the sea, almost forming white lines like dragons around the body, long hair fluttering high, and the long braids that were tied tightly pulled out a long, scattered straight line like ink threads.

Thunder and lightning wrapped around the body, and the sound of crackling thunder and lightning gathered sounded in my ears, and dark clouds seemed to gather in the sky.

Ichiro's eyes were scarlet, and the blade was covered with cracks.

It was the strongest slash he had ever made.

It is also a knife to break through adversity!

"Boom-"

The blades were almost parallel to each other, and the moment the two slashed slashed through the air, there was a long tearing sound in midair.

If you listen closely, you can see the harshness hidden in the long tearing of the air.

The figures of the two men were staggered in parallel lines for a moment.

Back to back.

Han Baiyi still maintained the movement of the blade's oblique fingers, and the scale armor on his shoulder was obliquely cut off from his clothes, and his clothes were slightly scorched, but he couldn't hurt the flesh and skin in it.

Ichiro lunged and leaned back, the knife was full of splinter marks, the long hair behind him was suddenly missing, and the black hair on the left side was slowly scattered in mid-air.

Boom.

The blade of the blade cracked into countless fragments and scattered them to the ground.

At the same time, there was a blood line on his left arm.

Han Baiyi closed his eyes and possed.

Throw the blade and sprinkle the blood, and put the knife into the sheath.

Ichiro straightened up, his barely connected left arm snapping to the ground, breaking off at elbow.

Blood sprayed from his left shoulder with a pop, and the miscanthus grass was stained red all over the ground.

When he turned around again, Han Baiyi's knife came out of its sheath again and landed on his neck.

Genichiro's face was pale, but his expression was extremely calm.

When you kill someone, you must be aware of being killed by others.

With this level of awareness, he had already been prepared.

After only three or four cuts, he was cut off by the man in front of him......

Come to think of it, even if it works like water, I can't beat him, right?

It's just a pity, Ashina...... Is it going to die after all?

Ignorant of the long knife around his neck, his eyes were slightly distracted by what would happen after his death.

Suddenly, Han Baiyi put away the knife.

Ichiro was stunned.

Is this man's measure so broad?

"You don't have killing intent in your knife." Han Baiyi's tone was sincere, "Breaking your arm is a lesson." ”

Ichiro clenched his fingers, lowered his head, and did not make a sound.

Han Baiyi's tone was calm.

"In contrast to this,"

As he spoke, he bent down and pulled out another black sheath sword from Genichiro's waist.

"I'll take this door."