Old man Cui Yun said: "No matter what. The decisive battle still has to continue. It's just that there are more spectators. We'll try to keep it under control."

"Really." Qu Yong felt strange in his heart. This old man Cui Yun is always reminding him, intentionally or unintentionally, to continue the decisive battle. He seemed to be worried that this decisive battle could not continue. And why?

"It looks like there are a few friends waiting for you over there. If you need time to catch up. I can arrange it."

Qu Yong said: "Okay, thank you."

Qu Yong didn't have any friends in Japan. On the contrary, there are a lot of enemies. But the man in front of him who was smiling at him. He really can't tell if it's friend or foe. Because the man he saw was Kishisara.

in his eyes. Still full of smiles.

Qu Yong walked over. Patted him on the shoulder. He smiled and said, "You're here too."

Kishisara said, "Yes. I'm coming."

Qu Yong said: "You came alone."

Kishisara said, "Yes. I'm here alone."

Qu Yong said: "I remember giving you two invitations."

Kishisara said, "Oh. One person took two invitations. It doesn't mean you have to be two people to watch the game. It's not hard to understand."

"Okay." Qu Yong smiled bitterly: "I want to know. Who is the person who taught you the "fiery lotus". He's supposed to be the other person you're asking for an invitation. Where is he now?"

Kishisara's gaze was as misty as a haze. Whispered, "She's right here. Don't you see?"

"She's here." Qu Yong was taken aback. But I didn't find any of them. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that Kishisha-kun also likes to joke."

A hint of helplessness crossed the corners of Kishisara's mouth. "You don't see it. She's not there. Hey... It's a very simple and correct truth. But is that right?"

Qu Yong shook his head and said, "Okay. You don't want to say I don't force you." He paused slightly. "I know you're a nice guy. It's also a friend worth making. I want to make you a friend."

Kishisara laughed, "Aren't we friends?"

Qu Yong also smiled. "We're friends."

They are not friends. They are even mortal enemies. But they are friends. It's a friend who cherishes each other.

Qu Yong said: "Today's battle. I really don't have much of a chance of winning. So there is one thing to ask for."

Before the decisive battle. Entrust the aftermath to a friend who is indistinguishable from friend or foe. Such a spirit. It's moving enough.

At this very moment. Who still underestimates Qu Yong. Think he's too young to be a thing. Then there will be a terrible price to pay.

Kishisara said, "You say."

Qu Yong said: "I want to entrust my uncle to you."

Kishisara showed a touched expression. "As long as I have a breath left. I won't let him suffer the slightest grievance."

Kishisara's body twisted like a soft snake, and he took off his coat. Spread it on your knees. Sit cross-legged. Qu Yong carefully put down the destiny on his back in his arms. "Thank you."

"Are you done?"

There is a moon tonight. In the moonlight. Kotaro Kamiya is dressed in white. Fluttering and falling immortals. A sharp sword in his arms. Standing proudly on the Longevity Pavilion. It makes people look like they are lost.

Qu Yong said loudly: "The conversation is over. I'll come now."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "It's you who came. It's still your uncle."

Qu Yong said: "You should know that I and my uncle are in the same vein. I'm still here or my uncle is here. It doesn't make a difference."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "You have confidence. You're my opponent."

Qu Yong said: "Is it an opponent. You'll know if you've done it." Qu Yong performed the peerless body method of stepping incense. A leap of body fluttering. It's like the wind. It's like a flutter in the wind. It's like a hazy moonlight. And who would have thought. He was carrying a thousand pounds of weight on his body.

Except for those who came to watch the battle. This small dirt slope is full of swordsmen of the Imperial City. Naturally, these people are also the masters of the Japanese Imperial City. He is usually responsible for guarding the safety of the emperor. It's a privilege to be here today. No one wants to miss it. They also want to see it for themselves. A peerless battle between two masters.

It's just a pity. Now the fate of one of the parties in the decisive battle is unknown. And in his place is only age. A teenager who is not more than thirty. This somewhat disappointed the masters who had great skills.

However, as soon as Qu Yong's light skills came out. Those who underestimated the masters suddenly changed. Everyone had a solemn expression.

"Wait. I believe that both of them are the world's first-class masters. But to ensure fairness. Please sign the life and death certificate." At this time. That old man Cui Yun is nowhere to be found. Standing in his place was a young, straight, blue-collar teenager. His brow was extremely thick. The expression is solemn. He was the one who spoke.

Life and death. Above the ring. Fists and feet without eyes. Life and death are also commonplace. Sign this paperwork. Life and death are God's business.

"Sign."

The four treasures of the study were sent soon. On the white rice paper, there are eight big characters written with a brush, "fists and feet, no eyes, each safe destiny", which must be signed by two people.

I saw the blue-collar boy take a step forward. Two copies of life and death were shot at both sides of the decisive battle like arrows.

It was a piece of rice paper. However, with the addition of Haste, it is no less sharp than a blade. If both parties are careless. May capsize in the gutter. I saw Kotaro Kamiya's sword handle turning. He had already adhered to his scabbard like a fallen leaf. Take out a stamp. I took a sip into my mouth. Hit a stamp hard.

Qu Yong didn't seem to see the life and death that shot at all. Wait until it's already on your nose. He casually exhaled a white breath. Suddenly blow that arrow-like life and death into a paper tiger. Slowly falling like autumn leaves in his palm. Qu Yong doesn't know how much he signed for this thing. He glanced at it hurriedly. Stretch out your index finger and run the qi and blood to secrete a drop of blood from the pore. Drop in the place where you sign your name.

"Oh..."

Qu Yong showed his hand. It has completely shocked the group of onlookers whose eyes are higher than the sky. Even Kotaro Kamiya's pupils shrank like pinpoints.

"Is he still a newcomer to Danjin?" Somewhere behind Kishisara the moonlight does not shine a shadow. There was a vague voice whispering: "These two days. What kind of special training did Destiny do to him?"

Kishisara's body trembled slightly. also whispered: "My lord. You ......"

The voice said: "This son is really a great genius who has not been in martial arts for hundreds of years. It's been so fast."

Kishisara said, "My lord. Do you want to destroy him?" He is well aware. In this world. As soon as the man behind him makes a move. No one can escape a dead word. It's just that this man hasn't made a move for decades. Is there really no room for Qu Yong in her eyes?

The man behind him didn't speak. It's lifeless. As if there was no such person in the world. Everyone here is a first-class master. No one even found out about her existence.

The blue-collar boy clapped his hands and said, "If there is no doubt about the righteousness of the two sides. The decisive battle begins."

Kotaro Kamiya looked at Qu Yong and said, "What kind of weapon do you use?"

Qu Yong spread out his hands and said, "A pair of meat palms is enough."

Kotaro Kamiya placed his sword across his elbows. shouted: "The kid is not ashamed. Do you know the name of this sword?"

Qu Yong said: "I haven't asked for advice yet."

Kotaro Kamiya shows the hilt of his sword. There is an inscription engraved on it, which reads, "Those who are fighting are all in front." He said proudly: "The name of this sword is Izumi Shou Kan Ding. The blade is seventy centimeters long. The knife is made by the determination. The new swordsman Hijikata is the third generation and the eleventh generation of Izumi Mori Kanada."

Qu Yong saw the sword light Huo Huo. Said: "Sure enough, it's a good sword."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "It's not just a good sword. In my eyes, it is the first sword in the world."

Qu Yong said: "The quality of the sword depends on how people use it. If it works well. Only then did he become the first sword in the world. If it falls into the hands of someone who does not know how to use a sword. Then he is the most nameless sword in the world."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "What you say makes sense. But you should know. My hands. He is a good hand with a sword."

Qu Yong looked at his hands. It was a neat, dry, powerful pair of hands. Undoubtedly a pair of hands that are very suitable for using a sword. He said, "Of course I can see that your hand is indeed a good hand with a sword. Even. Many people in Japan say that you are already the number one swordsman in contemporary Japan."

"But I don't agree."

Kotaro Kamiya frowned slightly. The big word "defeat" on his face became hideous. "This sword is in my hand. Bloom in all its splendor. It's not about agreeing or disagreeing."

Qu Yong said: "I think. The first sword in the world. It's not the sword that kills the most people in the world. but the sword with the most living people. I know. There is a swordsmanship in Japan called the Living Sword. Pity. This time I didn't get to see each other."

Kotaro Kamiya said sharply, "You dare to underestimate the sword in my hand."

Qu Yong said: "Since your sword is used for killing. Why should I be afraid."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "You're not afraid that I'll kill you.."

Qu Yong stretched out his fists and said, "Look. No matter how sharp your sword is. There's still time to leave. And my fist. My fist is my best friend. At all costs. None of them will leave me."

Kotaro Kamiya said, "What if I cut them off."

Qu Yong said: "If you can bring them down. Then those fists are yours."

"Good. Ambitious.." Kotaro Kamiya stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked it slightly on his lips. Full of the smell of blood: "Under my sword. I like to kill people with lofty ideals.."

"Strange...", who was sitting silently in the distance, suddenly a strange thought rose in his heart. Whispered: "It's really strange......"

The voice said, "Strange something."

Kishisara said, "I've met Kotaro Kamiya. He's a man of his word. Decisive killing. And to the point. Why does it seem to be ...... today?"

"Something like that."

Kishisara hesitated, "It seems that this person is not him."

The voice played: "This person is not him.. So where did 'he' go?"

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