Makimura's loud and loud voice shook the dust on the beams above his head as if it would fall down at any moment.
Kiryu seemed to have expected that Makimura would challenge Aoto. He didn't say a word, and only sighed softly with a look of helplessness on his face.
Kinoshita Mai was startled for a moment, then opened her red lips anxiously, as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she chose to close her mouth slowly and turned to look at Qingden silently.
This action of course means "Qingdeng, what do you think?"
"...You asked me to bring my sword...are you planning to compete directly with a real thing?"
Qingdeng asked.
"certainly!"
Makimura grinned widely.
"Holding bamboo swords, wooden knives, and wearing thick protective gear... What's the fun in sparring like this, which is not close to actual combat at all?"
"Mr. Makimura, do you want to compete with Aitobo with a real sword?"
Kinoshita Mai screamed uncontrollably. She was about to say something else, but was stopped by Qingden beside her.
Qingdeng made a gesture to her, "Ah Wu, don't get excited."
"Young Master, don't worry."
Makimura said with relief.
"No matter what, I will not let the young master's lover have any chance of being disliked and hated by the young master. This is more uncomfortable for me than killing me. Don't worry, we won't use blades.
Tachibana and I fight with the back of our swords."
After hearing what Makimura said, Kinoshita Mai finally showed an expression of relief.
Makimura shifted his gaze back to Qingto.
"Orange, what do you think? If you want to fight or not, it's up to you. I won't force you. However, if you can defeat me, or if your performance satisfies me, in the future you can tell the lord... ah, that is, to the lord..."
When the young master's grandma proposes marriage, I can help you say some good words."
"..." Qingdeng did not answer immediately.
After a moment of silence, he grabbed the half-empty bottle he had just opened and drank it all in one gulp.
"Let's go to the courtyard."
Qingdeng put down the empty bottle and stood up.
"Oh? Not bad! So generous! Hahaha! I just like cheerful people like you!"
Qingdeng smiled and said nothing.
The conditions Makimura just proposed were certainly tempting, but what prompted Aonto to nod so readily... was the classic and simple reason.
For this kind of martial arts competition that is expected to replicate new talents, Qingden has always been open to anyone who comes.
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Qianshiwu, courtyard——
At this time, the snow outside just stopped.
There was a neither deep nor shallow layer of snow in the courtyard of Thousand Houses.
After putting on his snow boots, Qingdeng stepped on the snow - clatter - and the entire area below the ankle sank in.
Although he wore thick snow-proof boots, the biting cold still penetrated the boots and was continuously transmitted to Qingdeng's feet.
Qingden shivered.
It was cold, but thanks to this layer of chill, Qingdeng felt refreshed. His consciousness, which had become a little lazy after living in a warm environment for a long time, became sharp again.
"Do I need to clear the snow in the yard first?"
As Kiryu asked this, he handed Makimura an Odachi sword with a total length of nearly 1.8 meters.
Makimura thought for a while, raised his head, and shouted to Qingto opposite:
"Um...Hey! Tachibana! Do you think we need to clear the snow from the yard first?"
Qingden blinked thoughtfully, then shook his head.
"Haha! I don't think so! This level of snow will not affect my movements!"
After saying that, Makimura raised his big palm like a leaf fan and took the Odachi sword from Kiryu's hand.
"Okay. Young Master, Kiryu, stand back!"
Click, click, click!
Makimura vigorously shrugged his shoulders twice, and a tooth-aching sound of joint movement erupted from his shoulders.
"...Makimura, let me remind you: You must never underestimate my proud disciple."
The corners of Kiryu's mouth turned up in a meaningful arc.
"Although his current strength still has many shortcomings, it is only compared to me. So don't be careless, and...be mentally prepared for defeat."
"Hahaha, Kiryu, who do you think you are talking to?" Makimura laughed a few times, "Don't you understand me yet? Even if I am fighting a three-year-old child, I will not be careless and underestimate the enemy!"
"...That's right."
Kiryu smiled lightly.
Then, he pulled Kinoshita Mai back to the edge of the courtyard.
"I accidentally chatted with Kiryu for a while. Sorry, Tachibana, for keeping you waiting."
Makimura bowed apologetically to Qingnobo across from him.
In the next breath, he lifted the sheath with his left hand, held the handle with his right hand, and with a "choking" sound, the sharp blade was unsheathed!
"Now... let's get started!"
The breath of the blade, the coldness of iron - the Odachi in Makimura's palm exudes a cold light like the cold winter sun, which dazzles people.
Qingdeng calmly pulled out the Dingguishen from his waist, held the knife in both hands, and raised his stance from the middle.
"Natural Rishin-ryu, Tachibana Aoden!"
"Oh~~The momentum is good!"
As Makimura spoke, he quietly prepared the knife, and then announced his door in the same loud voice:
"I flow, Makimura Yahachi!"
In an instant, the air in the courtyard changed.
Makimura, who had been smiling playfully until just now, suddenly fell silent and only concentrated on one thing - paying full attention to Aomori in front of him.
The same is true for Qingdeng.
Before loudly announcing his departure from the house... no, earlier, his "Gathering of God" had already entered the active state!
His eyes didn't even blink, staring straight at Makimura opposite him. Currently, only Makimura was left in his world...and the sage ghost in his hand.
The scene was filled with a sense of tension that made people gasp.
The only two spectators: Kiryu and Mai Kinoshita, performed well the duty of a spectator: keeping quiet and not causing any interference to the test.
——Odachi?
The "lonely" entry in the talent list does not shine with golden light... This shows that Makimura's strength is not stronger than Aonto.
But even so, Qingdeng did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Roughly speaking, Qingden has dealt with many opponents who used the dachi.
Of all the "Odachi swordsmen" Aonto has ever dealt with, none are as... unfathomable as Makimura!
Makimura's posture is the upper one, with a sword length of 1.8 meters and his giant-like body... It is difficult to describe the sense of oppression emanating from Makimura's body at this moment using only the word "terrible"!
The whole person was ready to go, as if if he touched his body even slightly, lava would erupt.
Qingdeng felt like he was pressing down on him like a mountain rising straight into the sky.
There was no need to fight. Just by looking at it with his eyes, Qingdeng had already concluded that today, he would have to fight hard for the first time in a long time.
——Ah...when was the last time you met such a powerful opponent...?
After thinking this secretly, a slight smile appeared on Qingdeng's face.
And just when Qingdeng suddenly laughed...
Snap!
Just like a bomb exploding, a huge kicking sound broke the silence and confrontation in the courtyard!
Qingden kicked the snow and ran towards Makimura, Dingguishen dragging him sideways on his right side.
The distance between him and Makimura was about five steps—such a small distance was just a blink of an eye for Qingto now.
In just a blink of an eye, Qingden's figure appeared in front of Makimura.
Qingden only needs to take another half step forward to be within the effective attack range where his sword can hit Makimura.
But at this moment, Qingdeng suddenly felt the light above his head dim.
As the light dimmed, a sharp whistling sound that resembled the sound of flying artillery shells got closer and closer, getting louder and louder into Qingdeng's ears.
Qingdeng immediately raised his head and looked up - white light flashed in the sky!
Makimura takes action!
He raised the Odachi sword that was held high above his head and slammed it down!
It was like a sword slashing down from a hundred-foot tall building, ruffling Qingdeng's hair and disturbing the atmosphere!
Before the blades could meet, Qingdeng leaned to the side and avoided Makimura's blade.
The Odachi sword is much longer and heavier than ordinary swords. Under the influence of the leverage theorem, the Odachi sword is not generally difficult to control.
Just how to accurately control the strength of drawing out and retracting the sword is enough to stump most martial arts masters in the world today.
Makimura's slashing attack contained extremely powerful power... Such a powerful and heavy attack would be difficult to stop, and it was not surprising that the entire blade of the sword smashed into the snow.
An incredible scene, or rather a terrifying scene, unfolded suddenly!
I saw Makimura's knife, which had been maintaining the momentum of a meteor falling to the ground, just one second before it was about to hit the snow... As if the magic of "time pause" had been cast, Makimura's knife instantly stopped at a height of only half an inch above the ground.
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The air waves are like ripples, surging outward in circles.
With the tip of Makimura's knife as the center and a radius of 40cm, all the dust and light snow in the entire area were blown away.
No martial arts knowledge is needed. Even ordinary people who know nothing can understand what it means to reduce the speed of an Odachi weighing at least twenty kilograms from max to 0 in an instant.
Qingdeng saw this and secretly praised him in his heart.
Such terrifying power, such exquisite power control...
If possible, Qingto would really not mind applauding while praising Makimura's superb swordsmanship.
But now... let's focus on the battle in front of us!
"Aha!"
Qingteng let out a short shout, concentrated his strength on his toes, and launched a surprise attack. He rushed forward with sword and man, and crashed into Makimura's chest.
Aoden's sword hid a power that should not be underestimated. In response, Makimura gave him a grand "reception" - he raised the Odachi from bottom to top, and the unstoppable sword hit Aoden's Dingguishen.
At the same moment when the Odachi accurately intercepted the Dingikijin in mid-air - bang!
The sound of the collision was so loud that people couldn't help but wonder if their eardrums were still intact.
Makimura's blow shattered Qingdou's sword, as if it was bounced away, and the two quickly stepped back and separated.
Qingdeng appeared calm and composed, but in fact he was secretly relaxing his sore hands and fingers.
Although when he saw Makimura's huge size and his ability to dance such a heavy Odachi up and down with ease, Qingto had already expected that this old man must not be the kind of person who lacked strength, but after
After actually fighting with the opponent, he belatedly realized that his power over Makimura... was still too conservative!
Ever since he acquired the "Elephant's Core +1", "Bear's Waist +1" and other talents that enhance body strength, Qingden has basically never been at a disadvantage when competing with others for strength.
But now... Makimura lets Aonto relive the feeling of "the other party's strength is equal to his own" after a long absence.
Qingden's slash just now used nearly 70% of his force, but even so, Makimura was able to block it effortlessly - judging from his expression and movements, he still had some strength left.
——Is this really an old man in his 90s?!
At this age, ordinary people may not even be able to walk steadily. As a result, Makimura... and his master, Boss Kiryu, are like cultivators. They are obviously very old, but they still have such responsibilities.
Terrible strength.
——To be so strong at such an old age... How powerful were Mr. Makimura and Mr. Kiryu when they were young...?
The thoughts here have not stopped, and a new round of actions has begun over there.
Pah... pah... pah... pah... pah...
Makimura used his feet to stick to the ground and gradually approached Aomori.
While shortening the distance between them, Makimura changed his posture and lowered the sword that was originally raised above his head to the middle.
Makimura's body is so huge, compared to his huge body, the Odachi in his palm looks like a thin noodle that can be easily broken.
But the moment he switched the knife-holding stance to the middle position, his body seemed to shrink instantly, as if his entire body was hidden in the shadow of the knife.
Seeing Makimura's attack, Seito was neither alarmed nor frightened, and assumed the usual posture of natural Rishin-ryu: flat blue eyes, spreading his legs leisurely, lowering his waist, and standing still.
Just when Qingdeng blinked subconsciously due to dry eyes, and when his eyelids sank before he could raise them, there was a flash of lightning——
"Haaaaaah——1"
Makimura let out a low roar. At the same time, his body suddenly stood forward, and the knife in his hand rushed straight towards Qingto's right shoulder without warning.
This blow was truly an earth-shattering and terrifying blow.
Before the knife arrived, the hair on Qingdeng's body stood up.
Fighting with strength... Qingden will not lose!
Qingdeng held Ding Guishen in front of his chest and blocked Makimura's slash. The two of them staggered, and the snow on the ground scattered in all directions.
Qingdeng turned around as fast as he could with his sword, and the attacking figure of the "Giant" filled his field of vision.
The two men both yelled and struggled with each other again.
Makimura's Odachi slashed at Aoto's chest, and Aoto's Dingguishen slashed Makimura's waist sideways.
The two knives collided in mid-air, and the sound of metal and iron clashing was immediately heard.
Even though both sides are using the back of the knife, the knife is still a knife. Being hit by such a big piece of iron will definitely not make you feel any better.
This feeling of equal strength between the two parties, and the feeling of numbness in the hands of the chop... is actually surprisingly satisfying!
Qingden himself enjoys the feeling of fierce collision with his opponents.
Affected by this state of mind, Qingden became more and more courageous in fighting.
After several rounds of evenly matched sword fights——
Check, check, check, check, check—!
The friction between metal and metal made a sharp noise that was close to tearing the eardrums apart.
The two of them passed each other with sword blades touching each other.
The moment the two figures overlapped... Qingden suddenly saw a meaningful smile on Makimura's face.
An ominous premonition came to Qingdeng's mind.
One second... no, half a second later, the ominous premonition turned into reality - Peng!
Makimura suddenly lowered his waist and lower body, like the two thick legs of an elephant, like two large plows, shoveling two large ravines in the snow under his feet.
At the same time, snowflakes were flying and snow and fog were rising.
A thin snow mist composed of countless tiny snow particles and flakes rises from the ground.
Although this man-made mist wouldn't make people unable to see clearly, it was so deadly that a snow particle splashed into Qingdeng's left eye.
"Ugh...!" The stinging sensation coming from his left eye made Qingden subconsciously squint his left eye.
At almost the same time that Qingto had to squint due to the pain in his eyes, Makimura quietly stepped back, his huge figure disappearing into the snow and mist.
Vision is suddenly blocked + eyes are attacked - it is normal for you to become flustered and anxious when you suddenly encounter such an accident.
Even Qingdeng couldn't help but panic for a moment - but only for a moment.
After a moment, Qingdeng calmed down.
For people who have been using binocular vision for a long time and are not used to seeing things with one eye, if one eye loses sight during a battle, it is no different than being blind - because it is difficult to control the sense of distance.
If you can't even tell whether your opponent's body or weapon is far or near from you, what's the difference between that and having your eyesight taken away?
Since your eyes are of no use for the time being...then use your ears!
After long-term hard training at Tsukinomiya Shrine, Ayoto has become proficient in the skill of identifying positions by listening to sounds.
Having made up his mind, Qingdeng narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his left eye in the hope of recovering his vision as soon as possible. He also listened intently to capture all the sounds and movements around him.
Quickly regain your composure and quickly formulate emergency strategies... This is an ability that you can't master even if you swing the bamboo sword a thousand times or ten thousand times in a comfortable dojo.
Only those who have accumulated profound combat experience after countless life-and-death cruel battles can reach this level.
Suddenly, Qingdeng heard the sound of something heavy falling from the sky behind him, falling straight towards him several times.
Like a conditioned reflex, Qingden took a step forward and put a certain distance between himself and the "heavy object" behind him.
While stepping forward, Qingdeng used the leg he stepped out as an axis to quickly turn back! Then using the centrifugal force brought by turning his body, Qingdeng slashed towards the space in front of him with his sword.
The next breath, Qingdeng felt a slight sting and numbness in his arms holding the knife.
At the same time, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard in my ears.
As long as Makimura's surprise attack is caught... then the next thing will be easy to handle!
Qingto flipped his wrist and deflected Makimura's Odachi with his skilled force-relieving skills, and then the sword in his hand whizzed straight towards Makimura's waist.
Makimura dodged sideways, then raised his knife and moved forward to fight back.
In the fiercely rising snowflakes and mist, two figures, one large and one small, continued to launch fierce attacks on each other like strong winds and roaring waves.
People and people, knives and knives, kept running, drawing long or short arc lines, emitting a dazzling silver cold light.
The short roar was mixed with the sound of the fierce collision of blades, making people deeply feel what kind of fierce conflict and duel was taking place in this mist.
At this moment, Qingdeng's left eye finally regained sight.
He blinked hard, and after confirming that there was no problem with his vision, he quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Makimura thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he snorted coldly, and then took advantage of the opportunity to pass by Makimura. At the same moment when he met Makimura's figure, he suddenly lowered his waist like Makimura just now, and raised his feet.
Plow the ground hard.
When a "fog" does not subside, a "fog" arises again.
Before the snow and fog that Makimura had dumped had settled down and disappeared, Aomori had created new snow and fog.
Almost at the same time when the courtyard was once again surrounded by thicker fog, Qingdeng stepped back and his body disappeared into the fog.
This time, Chang Mucun was disturbed by the sudden obstruction of his view.
However, like Qingdeng, he regained his composure in just a blink of an eye.
He concluded that Qingdeng probably wanted to follow suit and launch a surprise attack on him under the cover of mist.
In fact, it was exactly as he expected.
It's just that... Qingdeng's timing and method of launching the surprise attack far exceeded his expectations.
"Um?"
Just when Makimura was about to look around for Aoto's figure... the "target" took the initiative to appear.
Qingden was on Makimura's left side. The Dingguishen in his hand returned to the sheath on his waist at some point.
At this moment, Qingdeng was holding the sheath with his left palm, his right arm was hanging loosely, his feet were firmly planted, and his waist was low.
Looking at Qingdeng's posture, Makimura's childish hole suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
This posture... he is so familiar with it!
This is the unique skill of his old friend.
This is the trick that his old friend used to kill a lot of incredible things!
In an instant... Qingden took action!
Luck twisted his waist, stepped forward and squatted down, opening the sheath - the world was dark!
A ray of silver sword light flew out from Qingdeng's waist and soared into the sky from bottom to top!
The art of sword drawing...flowing light!
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