Time is like reminiscing about your student days after work, and when you feel cherished, everything is gone.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the palace dinner was held.

All morning, Zhou Ming locked himself in the house and did not see any outsiders.

The thirty samurai of Koriyama Castle surrounded Zhou Ming's room and guarded it to prevent any outsiders from entering.

Perhaps they also vaguely felt that the days of day and night defense were finally coming to an end, so they patrolled very seriously, and even a fly flew close and had to be slapped twice.

At noon, Zhou Ming walked out of the room and ate a "hearty" lunch.

Of course, just abundance for the world.

In the afternoon, Matsui Kyanobu drove Zhou Ming to the Tokugawa Gym.

"Big, sir......"

The door of the Tokugawa Dokan in front of him gradually appeared in front of him, and Matsui Kyonobu swallowed his saliva, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"I hope I'll be able to get your lessons in the future."

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Zhou Ming leaned out and chuckled.

"If I have a chance, I'll teach you again."

Matsui Xiexin pulled the reins, the carriage slowly stopped, and Zhou Ming stepped off the car.

"Go back, I'll go to tonight's dinner by myself, you don't have to wait for me."

Looking at the back of Zhou Ming walking into the Tokugawa Dojo, Matsui Kyanobu felt a burst of sourness in his heart for some reason.

It wasn't until he could no longer see Zhou Ming's back that Matsui Xiexin drove back with a lost face.

……

Zhou Ming followed the servants who led the way and walked towards the hall.

The warriors he met along the way, no matter what they were doing, when Zhou Ming passed by, they all put down what they were doing, stood up, and saluted Zhou Ming.

It's as if they already know what to expect today.

Soon, under the leadership of the servants in front, Zhou Ming stepped into an empty room.

In the room, only Tokugawa Yamato was alone, kneeling at the wooden table, quietly making tea.

"Zhou Jun, it's the first time we met." He looked up and made a gesture of please in front of him.

"You may be seated!"

Zhou Ming stepped forward without hesitation, sat down cross-legged, and looked at Tokugawa Yamato seriously with a pair of eyes.

After all, the man in front of him was once known as the number one existence in the world, and even if he is no longer at the peak now, it is by no means something he can take lightly.

Perhaps, the opportunity to break through the sword technique lv4 is on him.

When Zhou Ming was looking at Tokugawa Yamato, Tokugawa Yamato was also looking at Zhou Ming.

Seeing him sitting cross-legged without any image, with one hand on his cheeks and the other on his knees, that relaxed appearance made Tokugawa Yamato feel a little surprised.

How long has it been since no one has been able to appear in front of him in such a relaxed manner?

Tokugawa Yamato suddenly chuckled and pushed a steaming cup of tea in front of Zhou Ming.

"Zhou Jun, you are a very interesting person."

"A lot of people have told me that." Zhou Ming smiled faintly, glanced at the teacup on the table, and didn't touch it.

Tokugawa Yamato didn't say anything about Zhou Ming's faux pas, just picked up his cup and took a sip.

Then, he said in a calm tone: "Da Shi Chong, he is my most outstanding disciple. ”

"I will do my best to cultivate him, and he will inherit my mantle, chase me, surpass me, and reach a higher realm of martial arts that I have never been to."

Zhou Ming sneered: "It's a pity that your dream is going to come to naught." ”

He sat up straight, looking at Tokugawa Yamato indifferently, but his words were full of murder and indifference.

"He will meet me at the warrior conference, and he will be driven by hatred to seek revenge on me at all costs, but his strength is too weak, he will be killed by me, his life will end here, and your expectations will end here."

"Everything is just the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror."

"Knock!" The cup in Tokugawa Yamato's hand was placed back on the table with a crisp crashing sound.

"No, I said, I'll do my best!"

Tokugawa Yamato's gaze ignited with a raging fighting spirit, and time did not fade his courage, but instead made his spirit become thicker and more clear after precipitation and polishing.

He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, where a quaint long knife was placed on the table.

Tokugawa Yamato took the scabbard and removed the long knife from the wooden shelf.

"Maeda Mitsuyomaru, from the hand of Master Maeda Tsuneji. I know that Ling's knife is sharp, and even Oni Ki Antsuna can easily damage it. Let's see if we can cut this knife! ”

While speaking, the momentum on Tokugawa Yamato's body has completed earth-shaking changes.

Before this, Tokugawa Yamato was peaceful and calm when making tea, like a person who had attained the Tao, and did not ask about the world. When he confronted Zhou Ming's words, he was thick and lofty, like a respected elder who taught unruly juniors a lesson.

The current Tokugawa Yamato, with a high fighting spirit, sharp eyes, sharp edges, and a compelling momentum, makes people dare not look directly in their hearts, as if his whole person is one with the sword, and he wants to cut off all the existence that dares to block him.

"Good!" Zhou Ming stroked his palms and laughed, picked up his knife and stood opposite Tokugawa Yamato.

"If you want me to go to the knife, you have to pay a big price!"

Boom!

In an instant, the two of them stabbed at the same time, and the two figures were extremely fast, and ordinary people didn't even have time to react.

The two long knives did not collide with each other, but slashed at each other's bodies at the same time.

Swordsmanship is not about slashing with weapons, but about how to kill enemies more effectively.

Both Zhou Ming and Tokugawa Yamato are standing at the pinnacle of sword skills in this world, even if their eyes are closed, they all know how to make a knife.

The long knife cut through the air, letting out bursts of whistling, human figures, knife shadows, like two whirlwinds, entangled, colliding, tearing, fierce.

Tokugawa Yamato has a powerful sword technique honed by decades of fighting and penance, and every move is perfect, natural, with a certain natural rhythm.

Zhou Ming has learned from the martial arts experience of I don't know how many people, and it can be said that he has gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools, and he has a wide variety of changes between moves, which is dazzling.

From the very beginning, the battle fell into the most intense fighting state, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life.

The styles of the two people are completely different, and Tokugawa Yamato's sword skills are still above Zhou Ming, worthy of his identity as the first person in the world.

If it was Zhou Ming before the First Battle of Heirakawa Taisho, he would not be able to compete with Tokugawa Yamato with sword skills alone.

Fortunately, after defeating Hirakawa Taisho, his martial arts experience improved Zhou Ming's sword skills by a large margin, and the digestion of the next few days allowed him to transform these martial arts experiences into strength, so that Zhou Ming had the capital to compete with Tokugawa Yamato.

And Zhou Ming also has his own advantages, such as his strong physical fitness, such as the knife in his hand.

Not of this world, the indestructible Edelman alloy knife.

No matter how careful Tokugawa Yamato is, the two knives will inevitably collide eventually.

With each collision, a small notch will be added to the famous sword of Maeda Mitsutsumaru.

Adding up, Maeda's life is rapidly coming to an end.

Until this moment, the two knives collided again.

Click!

A crisp sound came into the ears of both of them at the same time.

Tokugawa Yamato's face changed, and he wanted to jump backwards, but Zhou Ming's knife slashed diagonally from the bottom up.

Tokugawa Yamato subconsciously raised his knife to block, but only heard a buzz.

Half of the blade flew out of his stunned gaze.

Maeda Mitsuyomaru, broken!

Faintly, he seemed to hear the last wail of the knife in his hand.