"Then the result is terrifying!"

Aoki Mori Wang's face turned red. The brief battle made him use all his strength, but he didn't get much advantage.

The power of backshocking from the Taidao is extremely powerful. If I hadn't held the sword in both hands, I would have probably escaped.

If that's the case, it's probably going to be bad.

"Hehe! Senior is also getting stronger, but juniors almost lost."

Tokyo Swordgoy Mizuno Ryogu was also polite. His breath was also a little disordered, but because he was younger than the other party and had stronger recovery, he quickly stabilized.

The new yin flow originated from the sword lord Nobusuke Uchizumi. The most famous one is the Yagyu New yin flow, which combines the Kashima New yin flow and Toda Yidao flow, becoming the most important branch of the new yin flow.

The sword technique that Mizuno Ryo and practice is Yanagi's Xinyin River. From the source, you can trace the sword saint Shangizumi Nobuka. It is naturally not surprising that it is called the sword saint closest to the sword saint.

After all, it is not uncommon for sword tycoons to be close to the sword saint in the new Yinliu with a complete inheritance system. For example, the Three Heavenly Dog of Yagyu is the representative of it. The Three Swordsman of a Sect is a very amazing existence.

"Then let me understand Xinyinliu's tricks!"

Aoki Moriko took a deep breath and rubbed her body up again.

The duel between Japanese warriors is quite similar to modern air combat, with high attack and low defense, constantly approaching and quickly splitting, completing a killing blow in rapid movement.

The figures were split and merged, and the samurai sword was shining coldly, and the people outside the field had to squint their eyes slightly.

"Come on, grandpa! Kill that guy who claims to be a sword saint and cut him eight pieces!"

Outside the field, Dazen Aoki waved his sword and cheered loudly.

He felt that as long as he killed the Tokyo Sword Master who was called the closest to the Sword Master, his grandfather could apply for the title of Sword Master from the Emperor and become the only Sword Master in modern times.

Can you defeat the swordsman who is known as the closest to the swordsman, isn't it a swordsman or something?

When I think of my grandfather becoming a sword saint, then I will be the sword saint's grandson. Hehe, just thinking about it makes me feel very touched.

The sword light flashed on the field, and someone let out a muffled groan.

Still dealing with the opponent, Aoki Senwang, who was looking for an opportunity to launch a full-strength attack, staggered back and took a few steps back, and supported the ground with a sword, barely stood firm. A mark about a foot long appeared on the sword robe on his chest, which was quickly soaked in liquid and the wetness spread rapidly.

Tokyo Swordgodo Ryo Mizuno, who was facing his back, held the samurai sword with one hand and pointed his fingers above his body. He did not move, and held the scabbard with his left hand, leaving deep sword marks at his waist, almost cutting off the entire sheath.

The scene was silent, with only two or three rounds, and it seemed that the winner had been decided.

"That's it!"

Tojo Somoto clenched his fist hard.

The head of the Aoki family who came to play in person was severely injured.

They finally won this game, but they still didn't get rid of the stalemate of you winning one game, and I won one game.

No matter which side, they urgently need a winning streak, and ultimately completely locked in this life-and-death battle.

"grandfather!"

Aoki Dacheng, who was dancing and constantly dancing outside the field, looked like he was struck by lightning. He looked at his grandfather Aoki Senwang barely stood there with disbelief, gasping for breath, his face getting paler, and blood even dripped along his trousers' legs onto the floor mat, staining the gray-white floor mat with blood again.

After several blood stains, no matter how thoroughly cleaned, there were inevitably traces on the floor mat.

"Sorry! Shiyilang, me, I..."

He was breathless and failed to express the word "defeated". Aoki Senwang, who looked regretful, fell down with a bang.

The injury on his chest was not as simple as being cut off his ribs, but even being invaded by the knife energy, which was able to hold on until now. It was very difficult.

Both sides are extremely sharp, with hair blown and self-dividing. These are the most basic attributes. When you cut into the human body, it is easy to crack and open the skin and flesh. Even hard bones cannot resist the depth of the blade, and it is not even much stronger than a biscuit.

With just one knife, Aoki Senwang was cut off his thoracic spine and three or four ribs. Whether he could survive next can only see if God would give him a favor.

Seeing the movement behind him, Ryohi Mizuno slowly turned away his knife, and his blood was still boiling. He also did his best for the attack just now.

One of the Three Swordsmen of Osaka, he is famous for his unworthy scholar. Fortunately, he did not despise him, otherwise he would have fallen now.

"Aoki-kun!" Kiyota Shiichiro shouted sadly, "We have admitted defeat, hurry up, save him!"

As soon as he shouted to admit defeat, the medical staff on standby outside the field rushed into the field like before, and brought Aoki Moriko, who was in a coma, onto a stretcher and began to be sent to the tent operating room for first aid.

No matter which side of the person you are on, as long as you have one breath, you will receive the most professional rescue and treatment. As for whether you can survive, three points depends on physical fitness, five points depends on injuries, and the rest depends on God's will.

Although he was second-year, Aoki Daizuki attaches great importance to family affection. When his grandfather was carried out in a uncertain life and death, he drew his sword and pointed at the Tokyo Swordsman in the field, shouting: "Haga! Ryoka Mizuno, I want to fight you to the death."

"Dacheng, don't!"

How could Kiyoda Shiichiro stop the middle-aged and second-year-old young man who was blinded by anger?

Aoki Dazen rushed out with a knife, then... a small gas cylinder rolled under his feet, and a dog chewed the mud.

It can be confirmed that this Zhonger Sword's ignorant was killed by the gas cylinder, and Mu was saved.

"Hey? My hand slipped! Hey, are you okay!"

Li Xiaobai just slid his hand and was about to set up a caster and rolled out. It happened to fall at the feet of the angry middle-aged and second-year-old man. This time he fell so much that even the grass hurt.

"Um!"

Dachengjun was still dizzy, with stars in his eyes and he didn't wake up at all.

The people from the Aoki family hurriedly hugged their arms and legs, dragging the guy back.

This life-and-death battle is related to the future fate of the two families. Each game requires careful consideration. It is already very difficult to barely maintain the situation of mutual victory or defeat. Even so, it is still no different from dancing on the thunder field and dancing at the needle. If you are not careful, you will lose all the game and it is irreversible. How can you make this reckless guy do it randomly?

"At Shimizu Ryoka, I'll be with you at any time!"

The Tokyo Swordsman, standing in the field, responded to the battle of Aoki Daisei. Without a trace of emotional fluctuations, he swept across the Kiyota and Aoki's families, as if the predators at the top of the food chain were looking at their weak prey.

Except for Aoki Senwang, the others were not taken seriously by him at all. Among the people on the other side... there was probably no one who could beat them.

"Hahahaha, Mizuno, in my eyes, you are the real sword saint, Mizuno sword saint!"

Tojo Somori, who won the game, laughed loudly. The frivolous flattery was like the sea water in Tokyo Bay, and the waves were endless.

Naito Shinichi echoed: "Yes, yes! Aoki Old Ghost is one of the most famous swordsman in Kansai. Defeating him is really no different from the sword saint. Tojo-kun, why don't we operate for Mizuno and win the title of sword saint from the Emperor."

"This is a must, Mizuno Sword Saint, my first Sword Saint in Japan, hahaha!"

The name of the Sword Saint is not just a representative of force, but more importantly, it is official recognition. If you can get along well with a Sword Saint, it will be quite beneficial to the family. Tojo Somoto and Naito Nobuka's praises made Mizuno Nobuka's mouth slightly lift.

Young man! He still has little resistance to flattery.

"No, I can't let them be powerful. Head of the family, let me go!"

Onmyoji Saito Shinkai's face changed slightly, and the balance of morale between the two sides was tilting little by little, but it was in a direction that was not conducive to the Kiyota and Aoki families.
Chapter completed!