Facing the fierce attack of Momoi Sata, Sato Takaichi kept retreating.

His current situation is dangerous, with several deep bloody mouths cut out from his arms and chest. Fortunately, he dodged quickly and was not seriously injured.

"Swish!"

Sata Momoi slashed out with another knife and slashed at Sato Takaichi's neck.

However, compared with the first strike, the degree and strength of this strike have decreased significantly, and there was a momentary stagnation between the offense and defense transitions.

Sato Takaichi, who had been waiting for it, finally seized this fleeting opportunity to counterattack.

A wolf-like ferocity suddenly shot out from Sato Takaichi's eyes, like a wild beast that had been dormant for a long time, revealing its fierce and cruel fangs.

"ha!"

He opened his mouth wide and shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, shaking Taojing Sata's eardrums buzzing.

With a loud shout, Sato Takashi held a knife in his hands, raised it high above his head, and slashed down at Sata Momoi's head with force!

Stable! Ruthless! Accurate! Fast!

"Swish!"

A sword light like a training suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

"not good!"

Momoi Heimasa took a sudden step forward, grabbed the hilt of the knife with his right hand, staring at Sato Takaichi's figure with his eyes, his eyes as sharp as a blade, revealing a deep murderous intent.

Sato Takaichi's murderous intent between Momoi Heimasa was as if he hadn't realized it, and Taidao still slashed it without hesitation!

Tao Jing Sa's pupils shrink to the size of a needle tip, and an indescribable sense of crisis spread throughout his body in an instant. He couldn't help but numb his scalp and dense goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin.

But he was not an ordinary person after all, so he quickly made the right response. He kicked his left foot hard on the ground, retreated violently to the back, and at the same time he pushed the short Tai Dao across his body and sealed the Tai Dao that Sato slashed!

"Clang!"

In the midst of lightning, two swords collided together, and sparks burst out.

Although Sato Momoi's hand holding the knife was as steady as a rock, the short knife in his hand could not withstand the power of collision. It was cut into two pieces by Takaichi Sato, and half of the blade flew out in a rotating manner.

Taojing Sa's face changed drastically. His body, which was retreating, could no longer maintain balance. He staggered and took two steps toward the side, almost falling to the ground.

Sato Takaichi was in power and refused to forgive him. He chased Momoi Sata two steps in three steps, and then slashed him with another knife!

"when!"

With a loud noise.

When things were inconsistent, Momoi Sata raised his long sword and barely blocked Sato Takaichi's attack.

Tao Jingsa's teeth were clenched, her face was twisted, and her previous calmness disappeared.

"hateful!"

He didn't expect that he would be so careless that he would be forced to such a miserable state by Takaichi Sato. He felt hatred and angry, and had a faint regret and fear.

But no matter what Taojing Sata thought, the battle still had to continue.

Jingxin Akirajiru and Beichen Yidaru are competitors, and they have deep hatred for each other. As the son of Taojing Hiramasa, if he abandoned the knife and surrendered in front of so many people, then he would never want to raise his head and be a human being in the future.

Taojing Sa understood this very well, so even if he died, he was unwilling to give in.

Sato Takaichi also had the will to kill Sata Momoi, and slashed three consecutive swords in one breath, each sword was as fast as lightning, with great force.

"Do!Do!Do!"

Taojing Sata's body retreated repeatedly, his arms were sore and numb that he could no longer hold the hilt of the knife. The Changtai knife flew out of his hand, and his tiger's mouth was covered in blood.

He rolled around with a lazy donkey and hid from Sato Takashi in an extremely embarrassed manner.

However, before Momoi Sa could stand firmly, Sato Takaichi slashed over with one another.

"Swish!"

The sharp sword light came into view, Tao Jing Sa's face turned pale, closed her eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, a figure rushed out and came to the middle of the hall in the blink of an eye, grabbed Taojing Sata's collar, and retreated several meters behind.

When Sato Takashi saw the figure clearly, his eyes narrowed and he stopped chasing.

Because the one who saved Taojing Sata was not someone else, it was Taojing Heimasa.

Momoi Heimasa looked indifferent, neither happy nor angry, and gently put down Taojing Sata who was holding it in his hand, and said coldly: "In this game, I, Jingxin Zhiliu, admit defeat."

"Dad, I..."

Tao Jingsa's face was too red and she was ashamed, and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and drill in it.

"I am not good at learning skills, stupid and arrogant, so I go back and practice hard for three months behind closed doors."

Taojing Hyamasaki didn't even look at Taojing Sata: "Remember the lesson this time, don't underestimate anyone in the future!"

Tao Jingsa lowered her head too deeply: "Yes, I understand."

Momoi Heimasa waved his hand and drove Momoi Sata back to the crowd, then looked at Sato Takaichi opposite.

Sato Takaichi leaned forward slightly, with the sword lying across his chest, posing in a defensive posture, and his whole body felt as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Sato, come back." Fujido Masato's old voice sounded beside him.

“Yes, Master Teacher.”

Sato Takaichi breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled back to Fujido Masato.

"Old Taojing, you seem to have forgotten the rules of the leader? When both sides fight, no one is allowed to intervene, and violators will automatically lose the qualification to distribute their interests."

Fujido Masato had a sarcastic smile on his face: "Even if you admit defeat, it will not change the fact that you violate the rules. How do you plan to explain it to everyone?"

“There’s nothing to explain.”

Momoi Heimasa slowly pulled out his sword from his waist: "I will fight next. If you can defeat me, Jingxin Akiraruo will withdraw from this battle for the leader and be willing to be the pioneer in the pursuit of Pojun."

As soon as Momoi Heimasa made such a statement, the hall fell silent again, and no one spoke for a long time.

Among the three major sword art schools of Fusang, Beichen Yishao is the strongest, the Shendao Wuming is second, and the Mirror Heart and Wisdom is ranked last.

However, Momoi Hiramasa's own strength is not inferior to Chiba Ryui and Fujido Masato.

Generally speaking, strong people of the level like Hiramasato Momoi will only take action in the end. At this time, he will fight in person, and there are only a few people in the hall who can defeat him.

Hattori Fujimori frowned slightly, and Momoi Heimasa's actions completely disrupted her original plan.

Just when Hattori Izuki was undecided, Lin Chong's calm and indifferent voice came into her ears: "Do you just need to defeat all the challengers?"

"Yes."

Hattori Bingyue turned her head and looked at Lin Chong and said worriedly: "Lin Jun, Momoi Heimasa is the Master of Akira Mitsui. Not only has he been awarded the title of "Diseng Xu Jizhi," but he is also one of the three great sword saints of Fusang. His sword skills are far above Saito Yujuro. Are you really sure to defeat him?"

"I will know if I can defeat him after I fight."
Chapter completed!