Pei Hongsleeve has opened a tofu shop in Xianrenqiao for several years, in addition to collecting information on mending the heavenly stone, he is well-read. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She joined Danyuan earlier than Wen Congxin, but in contrast, the latter was elegant by nature and had a wider range of knowledge, which was deeply valued by Dan Lao.

So the red sleeves, who have never admitted defeat, also spontaneously made up for it, and used the network resources of later generations to collect a lot of miscellaneous books, covering everything.

Among them, the proportion of history is not small.

After all, I came from the Shunzhi period, and there was a disconnect from the 21st century, and I needed to fill in the gaps in the process of this world.

Right now, the names of the two Fusang men in front of her pointed out to each other, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

In the records about Wajima, the outstanding leaders of the cold weapon era are represented by the two of them.

It is reported that Sanada Yukimura was born in the Fuso Warring States period, formerly known as Sanada Nobuyoshi, and had a prominent family background. Its immediate courage in battle was the best of the three armies. It has the reputation of "Dongying Zhao Zilong".

Red Sleeves read some literary and artistic works in later generations, and they all portrayed this person as heroic, which can be described as a model of "rich and handsome".

Now it seems that only "high" is okay, "rich" doesn't see it, and "handsome" really shouldn't be able to afford it - the whole obscene uncle looks like a merchant carrying a gun through the streets. Of course, there were many of these professions in the Celestial Empire during the Shunzhi period, and Wajima didn't know about it.

As for Miyamoto Musashi, it's even more thunderous.

Legend has it that this person was proficient in foot combat, studied swordsmanship all his life, and had a glimpse of the wonder of the palace. And based on this, he broke away from the shackles of swordsmanship and pointed directly to the origin of martial arts.

In addition to creating the two major sword schools of "Two Heavens First-class" and "Yuanmingliu", there were also books on the art of war such as [Five Wheel Book] and [Thirty-five Solid Strips of the Art of War].

Falling in the annals of history, chapters and chapters are all brilliant legends. But at the moment, in his eyes, he is just a sloppy bum. The degree of "downfall" is not as good as Sanada's "small businessman's sense of déjà vu......

Red sleeves are confined to their own origins, so they are not surprised by the historical figures who appear in the sky, everything is possible, listen to it for the time being, and see what they do.

Sanada swept the casualness of playing with the gangster characters before, and took a solid step, pressing his thighs parallel to the ground. With a shake of the gun with both arms, a majestic murderous aura was released, and it was substantial.

Red Sleeves felt as if there was a cold wind cutting his face, and hurriedly covered Aya with his body. Aya also felt the invisible pressure, and looked up at the sky, "Sister Sleeve, look at those birds-"

The red sleeves followed the prestige, and the air was unexpectedly broken through by the murderous aura of the sky, forcing a clear blue sky. The two winter geese strayed into this area, lost their minds in an instant, and fell straight down as if they were drunk.

Dare to love, this guy just fought with me, and he still has reservations, and now he is doing his best - Red Sleeves secretly assessed Sanada's martial arts realm, but he couldn't conclude.

In terms of murderous aura alone, it doesn't seem to be weaker than that Tang Sword Saint Pei Min. The difference is only that Lao Pei's yin qi is heavy, and this yang is extremely vigorous.

Sanada Yukimura has already put on a posture to defend himself against the enemy, but Miyamoto Musashi is still grinding.

The latter has nothing on his body, only a bamboo branch in his hand. He shook his wrist and shook the remnants of the branches one by one. Looking at the former, he sneered, "Why bother? Isn't it in front of the two armies, who is the murderous one to show it? You've never changed this spear gun......

Sanada Masasei replied, "The gun is in the person, and the gun is dead." It goes with me. ”

"Ho - that's a nice thing to say. It's a pity that the bullshit doesn't work. Miyamoto lifted the bamboo branch and teased, "The way of the imperial weapon is people-oriented." Among them, the relationship between the monarch and the minister cannot be contradictory. You're a slave to a spear...... It's no wonder that he is obsessed with such goosebumps as 'whether the gun head has been refined and advanced'. ”

Sanada was unmoved, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where is your sword?" ”

"Beat me, and I'll tell you. Miyamoto didn't answer directly, but saw the tendons of the hand, and the withered yellow bamboo branches immediately burst into life!

This is not an illusion, the bamboo branches really turn from yellow to green, as if they have been injected with stimulants, and the rejuvenation effect is immediate.

Sanada's face changed when he saw this, "What? Even you have also cultivated the arts! Don't you focus on upholding the way of the sword anymore? Those gangsters just now are examples, and there is only one result in trying to cheat - self-killing." ”

Miyamoto laughed, "What the...... If there are only two pure martial arts people left in the four islands, it must be you and me! Come on, whether it is a magic or not, you will know if you try it. ”

Sanada listened to him and did not admit it, nor did he refute it. He shrank his spear and leaped forward with an arrow at his feet—

When the person did not land in the air, the body of the gun had already been handed out, and the tip of the gun was poked out with a thud, and it was pierced in the chest!

This shot brought together all the murderous energy and was extremely decisive. The wind spit out from the head of the gun arrives before the body of the gun, and if it is solid, it must be a transparent hole, and it is worn by the child.

Miyamoto didn't dodge or dodge, and reached out of the green bamboo branch with the gun, and put the branch on the body of the gun, one after another, pulling the threat from the chest to the armpit.

The other free hand made a halberd gesture and tapped lightly on the black barrel of the gun—and then pulled back.

Sanada didn't mind with a shot, but the knock made him blush.

He knows very well that Miyamoto, who is known all over the world for his "long and short knives", if he is pinching two real guys at this time, then his gun is afraid that it will break.

There is no turning back from the bow, and the same is true of marksmanship.

Sanada Yukimura sighed in his heart, but he didn't slow down in his hands. The shadow of the gun is like an exhibition horse, and it suddenly turns into a river of blades with starlight flashing, blocking all the ways of Miyamoto Musashi!

The palace itself is between the sharp waves, the smoke and rain are shaking, like a lonely boat, which may capsize at any time.

He had no intention of resisting, but leaned forward and backwards, constantly going back and forth, and making a gesture of accommodating going with the flow.

Suddenly, a lone wave surged in the middle of the galaxy, about five feet high, shaped like a dragon, and quickly licked towards the wrapped person-

Miyamoto Musashi didn't dodge or dodge, he bent his arm forward with the emerald bamboo branch in his hand, and shouted, "Fight!"

The bamboo branch instantly spewed light, and in the eyes of Red Sleeves and Aya, it turned into a lofty boat, and the bow of the ship was sharp, raised high, and hit Jiaotou with all its might.

Smack-

A whip-like whip whistle burst out, and the sound waves rippled in a circle with the spear and spear starlight, and the crest of the wave was crushed by the boat in an instant, leaving only a little starlight, flickering and flickering.

Sanada shook physically and mentally, and violently pulled back the spear spear that had been badly hit, and the five-colored streamer of light on the head of the spear jumped chaotically and let out a moan.

What a "fight"!

Spears and spears are like dragons, and bamboo boats are like dragons. Jiao and the dragon compete, the result can be imagined......

Sanada Yukimura is as famous as Miyamoto Musashi, and this battle is about a centuries-old reputation, and he has no reason to restrain his strength.

Therefore, as soon as you get started, you will release the latest gunshot insight, and sweep away the enemy in front of you with the power of the galaxy.

Unexpectedly, he hit the south wall headlong and touched his nose with ash.

Of course, Sanada will not give in because of this, and he needs to prove that this "No. 1 strong soldier on Wajima", who was once handpicked by the Warring States lord Tokugawa Ieyasu, is by no means in vain.

"Fuji eighteen beats!" With this roar, the spear gun trembled all over, shaking out a wave of body. What spit out was thousands of snow waves—

That snow, really snow.

The ground near the left has been dried by the magma of Teraoka, but there is still snow 30 meters away.

At this moment, he was pulled by the power of the spear and spear, as if he had been summoned, and rolled in unison from all directions, forming dense ripples, and hitting Miyamoto Musashi in an orderly manner.

This style can be described as people like mountains, and guns roll wildly.

In the eyes of onlookers, there is really a vision of "the waves rushing to the majestic Mt. Fuji, and being turned back by the cliff wall and jumping countless waves"!

Miyamoto Musashi was in it, and a pair of large ring eyes couldn't help but zoom in again.

"It's kind of interesting...... Entering the Tao with real-life meditation can really distract your opponents. ”

Although the words are plain, they are not slacking off in their hands. It is to put the thin bamboo branch horizontally, like a door latch in front of him, "Iron lock Hengjiang!"

The bamboo branches were infused with majestic true power, and they became more and more verdant. It was hit by the ice and snow waves in the air, and there was a clanging sound.

Thousands of spears were densely packed with thorns, but none of them were false, all of them were real.

There are traces of snow waves, and the iron ropes are invisible. A thin bamboo actually blocked the turbid waves in the sky.

Sanada's breath was old, and he couldn't help but pause for half a second. At the moment when he was pranayama, Miyamoto finally launched a counterattack.

"The Golden Bridge on the other side—"

With this eulogy, the thin bamboo branch turned horizontally into a straight, swirled around, and the branch was far away to Sanada Yukimura.

The bamboo branch was shaken into an arc of rainbow by the wrist force, and with a bang, it turned into a golden single-arch bridge, starting from the front of the palace itself, crossing the aftermath of the snow waves, bypassing all the uncertain spear tips, and reaching the target!

Boom –

A roll of fluffy hair was cut off by Qi Gen, and it exploded again, like countless cow hair needles, shooting in all directions.

The red sleeves were not far away, and he hurriedly waved the red silk in his hand and swept away all the broken hair, for fear of injuring Aya by mistake.

Looking back at Sanada Yukimura - the bun at the back of his head was gone, and the remnants of his hair were draped over his shoulders, guarding the shiny head on top of his head. There is a "middle skating rink, surrounded by barbed wire" style.

Pulling the wind is pulling the wind, but it is not neat enough, and it looks a little embarrassed.

The master's moves, if it is not a life and death feud, are all up to the point, and there are few stalkers.

Sanada's shoulders loosened, his knees straightened, and he slowly retracted the spear gun in his hand, "I'm defeated." ”

Miyamoto Musashi laughed when he heard this, and threw the thin bamboo branch on the ground at will, and the golden bridge phantom disappeared immediately.

"I like the openness of admitting defeat. Sanada-kun, you're not going to find a cave scholar to learn seppuku, are you?"

Sanada glanced at the tip of his spear, and the five-colored streamer had long since been lost, leaving only a faint blade, once again reduced to an ordinary weapon. Obviously—the newly promoted rank has been lowered back.

"No, it won't. Today, you are stronger than me. He looked a little lonely.

"Well, that's good. We'll talk about it another day. Miyamoto Musashi inserted his two empty bare hands into the placket again, and craned his neck to look like a street thug. "Leave these two girls to me. ”

Sanada Yukimura nodded slightly, turned around and picked up his gun and left.

After a few steps, he suddenly turned around again, "I still want to ask, what about your two knives?"

Miyamoto Musashi didn't look at him, lowered his head and stroked the freehand "bangs" scattered on his forehead for a while, and replied casually, "I gave Yoshioka a gate to the long 'Boqi National Security Gang', after all, I have only lost to him in this life."

At that time, I was young, and I was always worried about the shame of snow, but I never got my wish. Now that I've figured it out, the sharpest knife in the world is only 'years'...... Ten years ago, I went to sweep Yoshioka-kun's grave and left my knife in front of it.

As for the short one, it's 'Izumi Mamoru Fujiwara Kanesada'. This blade was unlucky, and I threw it into the waters of Kanagawa. ”

Unexpectedly, it was such an answer, Sanada frowned and pondered, "Weapons are born for war, how can there be good or bad luck?"

Miyamoto pouted and shook his head, "That's not the case. You know, the 'two-knife stream' that I created is unique. Others use double knives, both are long offenses, short defenses. On the contrary, I always keep a long lattice frame and a short one to get into the flesh.

This directly led to the countless souls under the rib blade, and the evil qi was too heavy, and gradually began to eat its master...... So he abandoned it without hesitation. ”

He paused, and glanced up at Sanada Yukimura. "That's what I want to say to you. Since I threw away the magic weapon, the martial arts have advanced greatly. Only by giving up dependence can we realize the full potential of our physical body.

You joked that those people just now were practicing magic tricks and didn't focus on martial arts, and I heard it. But what is the difference between relying on weapons and distraction?

Throw away your gun, and maybe we'll look better next time. ”

Sanada's mind suddenly cleared, like a stream of cool juice pouring from the top of his head.

He hesitated again and again, and finally said, "I'll think about it again...... Guns can be used and don't have to be thrown. ”

Then he turned and left.

Outside the Ge robe, on the moon-white blouse, the six copper coin family crests representing the six reincarnations were extremely lonely in the wind and snow.