Chapter 307: Cut off his head and stab it into my heart
For a samurai, it is a humiliation to be unable to hold the sword in his hand and having it bounced away by the enemy.
For Fujima Zaemon, this kind of thing brought him more excitement than humiliation.
I tried my best to strike without reservation, but it was blocked so easily by the person in front of me?
No one knows how much effort Fujima Zaemon put into this sword. It was decades of hard training and sword-wielding. In order to pursue a stronger martial arts realm, he was almost always looking for a fight to the death.
Although he is still young, in terms of sword fighting skills, he is already not inferior to those master-level figures.
However, at this moment, this pride and confidence were almost destroyed by Jiutian's understatement.
On the contrary, Wu Jian's eyes lit up when he saw it.
Perhaps this universe cannot tolerate perfect things, so any attack or defense has its gates, and the flow of power will inevitably have flaws.
Powerful evolvers are good at hiding this flaw, but they cannot completely eliminate it. As long as they can carefully understand the flow and use of power, they can find a way to crack it.
Fujima Zaemon's Iai Slash is essentially a slash with a sword, but it incorporates rules and Hakume's power to make it extremely fierce.
But in Jiutian's eyes, the direction of the surge of all power is extremely clear, especially under the induction of mental and spiritual power. Every move of the opponent is under his induction.
So he easily found the slight stagnation in the opponent's power circulation when he swung the sword over, and then struck the weakest part of the sword, causing a gap in it.
This is easy to say, but in fact Jiutian also used the few mental energy he could mobilize to the peak.
The mental power was constantly flowing back and forth in his sword-holding arm to support his physical strength. He needed to find the few flaws in the sword light that was coming towards him.
Just the right angle of attack, the right use of force, just a single point of breaking the surface, instantly disintegrating the opponent's offensive.
This is the use of mind power in actual combat. It allows one's body to control power to the extreme, and it can also make full use of the enemy's power.
However, judging from the visual effects, Kuten deflected Fujima Zaemon's full blow so easily.
"Amazing." Wu Jian couldn't help but exclaimed. With just that sword strike, Jiutian now looked like a master in his eyes.
Back then, he had also seen Gu Haoran's moves against the Star Raider. At that time, Gu Haoran only used a few moves. The flowing clouds and flowing water used in Tai Chi also inspired Wu Jian. Unexpectedly, two years later,
The trick to seeing this feeling again turned out to be Jiutian.
The blade flying in the air was swept up by a stream of air, and then drew a smooth arc in the air before flying back to Fujima Zaemon's hand.
Fujima Zaemon looked at the gap on his blade and fell into silence for a while.
Only he knows the origin of his sword, so he also knows how much force it will take to break it.
Jiutian moved his wrist and looked at Fujima Zaemon in front of him, feeling no pressure at all.
Even if he is at the same level as the opponent, he will not be afraid, let alone the opponent's level of evolution is still far behind his own.
"Who is stronger, you or Zhuo Lei?" Fujima Zaemon looked at Jiutian.
"Huh?" Seeing the other party asking, Jiutian thought about it carefully.
"If we don't work hard, it should be a draw." Jiutian said, "If we work hard... I will probably win."
Fujima Zaemon tightened the knife in his hand.
"I understand." He said, "Then I will use stronger power, and please don't hold back."
Jiutian was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wu Jian and pointed at Fujima Zaemon.
"Is there something wrong with the minds of these Japanese people? Shouldn't ordinary people just give up and give up?"
"I seem to have heard that their brain circuits are different from others," Wu Jian nodded, "It should be influenced by something like Bushido."
Jiutian looked at Fujima Zaemon, who was suddenly filled with fighting spirit, a little embarrassed, and then saw that the opponent actually pulled out a handful of Jumonjimonji from his inherited arm guard.
"This gun is called 'Fujima Jumonji'. It was forged by my grandfather, and was later integrated into the Tengai Tool. It is more powerful than the Takuri in my hand!" Fujima Zaemon's eyes were about to burst into flames.
What are you doing burning there alone? Are you just so good at it?
I sighed secretly for a long time.
But then his eyes narrowed, because Fujima Zaemon's temperament was indeed different. He was holding the Jumonji in his left hand and holding a sword tightly in his right hand. His whole figure was like a cheetah, ready to go.
"boom!"
The next moment, his whole body drew an arc directly in the space, his left and right hands rotated each other, and the attack came like a gust of wind and rain.
Unexpectedly, Fujima Zaemon's fighting skills are not limited to swords. He can even dance well with spears. This should be his semi-invented skill that combines marksmanship and sword skills, weakening some standard movements.
, more emphasis on freedom.
A strong wind blew around and split the space, and even the temperature actually rose a lot. On the tip of the gun and the blade, ferocious flames began to swirl and burn. The flames ignited due to the friction of the air flow formed a fire dragon around Fujima Zaemon.
roll.
The opponent's attacks became more fierce each time, but Jiutian's expression remained as calm as water.
The whisper did not change, it still maintained the sword shape, but spiritual power had been injected into it.
No matter what, Fujima Zaemon is also a high-level and possibly even peak Baime, and it is impossible for him to defeat him without using his mental power.
He was still taking a step forward, but at this moment, the surrounding space was completely filled with spiritual power. Fujima Zaemon only felt that the sword and spear he kept thrusting forward seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and it became difficult to move forward.
Then Jiutian's sword arrived.
This time he was no longer as simple as thrusting out a sword. In an extremely limited time, his mental power was transformed and released in a whisper, and an almost completely solid light blade condensed around Jiutian's body!
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The sound of intensive collisions and forging resounded throughout the sky, and each collision brought about huge fluctuations in secret power. Fujima Zaemon's secret power attributes are related to airflow. He can cause the airflow to rub rapidly to generate high amounts of heat, and then
Attach it to various weapons and attacks to create huge destructive power.
But it's a pity that Jiutian is a spiritual evolver.
Unless a mentally ill person is mentally ill, he or she will generally not have close contact with the enemy.
Countless blooming sparks suddenly extinguished within a range of about fifty meters in front of Jiutian, as if they were being extinguished ruthlessly by an invisible water curtain.
Fujima Zaemon vigorously wielded his weapon, but he felt a suffocating pressure.
Jiutian's mental power was rushing towards him like a wild wave, but he was like a fragile rock in danger in the storm.
Each light blade easily annihilated the power of his sword and gun. Jiutian was like the most precise surgeon, every attack could hit the weak points of his offense and defense just right.
The combat technique used by Fujima Zaemon was originally a fighting method that abandoned defense in pursuit of ultimate offense, but it was still suppressed by Kuten and was even unable to breathe.
The gap...is it really that big?
Half a year ago, after Fujima Zaemon broke through to the high level of White Mei, he went to Zhuo Lei for a competition. As the best evolver in Japan, he has always wanted to find an opportunity to try to defeat the genius of China.
But at that time, Zhuo Lei only said one sentence and refused:
"You're not strong enough."
Just five words, but it stimulated him to go crazy, so Fujima Zaemon began to attack him desperately.
Finally, he was defeated under the thunder from the sky.
Now Fujima Zaemon has broken through to the peak of White Bud, but he feels the cold edge of the sword on his neck but can't figure out why.
He can't defeat Zhuo Lei, and he can't defeat this Moon Demon either.
The flames dissipated, and the prototype of the Jumonji that was forged by his grandfather's hands was also covered in cracks, and the Jakugiri was broken directly, and the tip of the knife fell from the air.
Jiutian held Qingyu in his hand and placed the sharp tip of the sword on the opponent's throat. As long as he wanted, he could take Fujima Zaemon's life at any time.
But he didn't move.
Because a full eight White Bud Evolvers also held weapons and aimed at their own vital points. From the time they appeared to the time they took action, it didn't even take them a second. Even the corners of their clothes were still fluttering due to their super-speed movement.
"Looking for death?" Jiutian raised his eyebrows and looked at the evolvers who suddenly launched a sneak attack during the gap between him and Fujima Zaemon.
Previously, they hid in the shadows and between various spaces. They took action just when Jiutian was about to win. Eight strong men appeared from different directions and blocked all of Jiutian's routes of action.
Being exposed to the body at such a close distance is fatal to a spiritually evolved person.
"Remove your sword from Fujima's neck."
An old man who looked like a monk spoke Chinese that was not fluent.
The sudden change did not seem to affect Kuten's mood. He still stared at Fujima Zaemon indifferently.
Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron clashing came from behind. If I guessed correctly, it should be Wu Jian and the opponent starting to fight.
There were a total of eight people on the other side. At this time, six people were trying to restrain Jiutian. In addition to the old monk, there were four others wearing black stealth suits and holding kunai in their hands. The other one was wearing a bamboo hat.
Dressed like a ronin, he held a knife against Jiutian's heart, his eyes lazy but filled with murderous intent.
"Move one more time and your heart will be cut open."
Jiutian smiled.
"You can try to see whether I chop off his head first, or you stab my heart first?"