The wind blows softly and the moonlight shines brightly.
Ashina Genichiro stood in the grass field holding a sword with one hand, looking up at the full moon in the sky. The moonlight reflected a bit of gold on the horns of his armor, and the huge horn bow behind him was extremely heavy.
His eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"The people in the inner palace have begun to garrison troops in the Bengluo Mountains again? Did my grandfather say anything?"
Genichiro pressed the knife and tilted his head slightly.
Behind him is a ninja who is in a half-kneeling position, wearing a white robe and an eagle-beak mask on his face.
He is one of the leaders of the Eagles and a confidant of Genichiro.
"Never. However, I think Isshin-sama has his own ideas. After all, he is the man who took this country back."
The man named Li spoke calmly and his voice was slightly aged.
"Grandfather, he is already old." Ashina Genichiro said with certainty, "His name can protect this country for twenty years, but he is almost seventy years old now."
Xian Yilang turned around and looked directly at Li: "How long can he protect this country?"
Be silent.
"But apart from him, we are completely unable to protect this country." Genichiro smiled bitterly as if he had given up on himself, "Ashina's survival to this day is all due to the name of his grandfather."
"I'm really a useless junior."
"In the past few days, there have been more and more rats in Ashina City." Li said calmly.
"Yes, the name of Sword Master can no longer suppress them."
Genichiro looked a little bitter, "My strength is still far behind... Probably only Long Yin can save this country."
As he said that, Genichiro suddenly turned the topic to Ryū Yin Miko: "I never thought that in those days, apart from the Miko-sama, there was actually a ninja alive in the Hirata family. I thought the entire Hirata family was dead."
"The one who survived was actually a... ninja?"
There was sarcasm in his voice.
"It's not a very funny joke."
In this era where family rules are more important than heaven, it is naturally a joke that a ninja who is a servant survives when his master's family is all dead.
"They're coming."
Li, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly said something.
"You're just a person, Li, you're too cautious."
Ashina Genichiro chuckled lightly and looked back at the bright moon.
Li Mo remained silent, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
Squeak.
Two figures, one large and one small, pushed open the heavy secret door and emerged from the underground passage.
As soon as he went out, he saw a tall figure holding a knife behind his back under the moonlight.
"Xian..." Miko was about to shout out in astonishment.
Han Baiyi, whose face was as gloomy as water, didn't even look at her, but pressed her chest and pushed her back.
After beating him nearly two hundred times, no matter how soft and nice Miko's voice was, his ears still became calluses.
While moving forward, Han Baiyi slowly circled around Xianyilang, slowly walking in a long arc around the cliff where Xianyilang was.
This is a common thing in real sword duels, mainly to find the opponent's weaknesses by changing the angle.
Han Baiyi looked directly at Ashina Genichiro, holding the knife in his right hand, looking cautious.
The moment he passed a certain point, he suddenly drew his sword, turned around, and slashed into the air behind him.
The light of the sword flashed, and it was as fast as lightning bursting, and like a white horse passing through the gap. The blade was cut out of the scabbard for only a short moment, but it used all the strength and softness.
Poof
Li, wearing a white robe and an eagle-beak mask, appeared from the air with a blank look on his face. He held a shuriken in one hand and covered his neck tightly with the other. Blood spurted out from under the mask uncontrollably.
The facial features under the mask were almost distorted, and his eyes were fixed on the man in front of him.
Until his death, he could not figure out how he was exposed.
'Is the gap between me and him so big?'
This was his last thought before dying.
Of course Li didn't know that in the process of countless time reincarnations, Han Baiyi had broken his hand thirty-eight times because of his sudden flying shuriken.
Han Baiyi's eyes were filled with almost crazy joy.
Finally killed this old Yinbi in the opening scene!
Call you a bastard to fuck me!
On the edge of the cliff, Ashina Genichiro looked confused.
What's going on?
What's going on!
Where are the berserker ninjas that we agreed on! Shouldn't you be like those samurai and rush towards me shouting "Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da", and then we can have a friendly philosophical exchange with each other while wielding a 40-meter sword?
What's going on if you kill my little brother?!
Vaguely, Ashina Genichiro suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with the script.
His confidant was killed, so he couldn't remain indifferent.
I saw Genichiro without saying a word, drawing his sword and sweeping across, stepping on the miscanthus under his feet, running straight towards Han Baiyi.
Han Baiyi stood up with his sword drawn, Yuan Yue stood in front.
Without any movement of his hands, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his pupils had turned pale white, and veins swelled around his eye sockets.
【Xuanzhang Yishi Lingmu】
The distance between the two people quickly shortened, Genichiro held the knife in both hands, and the knife flew.
"Sweep!"
Han Baiyi suddenly roared.
Genichiro was stunned for a moment, but his body moved involuntarily.
It was indeed a sweep.
With a sound of "ding", the two sabers connected. Han Baiyi didn't even raise his eyes. He supported Genichiro's sword with one hand and carried it diagonally, removing the opponent's strength with just one movement.
Genichiro felt that all his strength had nowhere to vent, all his strength was thrown away, and his sword was instantly emptied.
But Genichiro didn't have any intention of giving up. He stopped his steps, exerted force on his waist, and raised the tachi in the air.
Before he could drop his sword, Han Baiyi roared again.
"Left diagonal slash!"
Genichiro lost his strength and almost turned red in the face, but he couldn't resist his body's instinctive reaction and slashed diagonally from the left side.
In my mind I was thinking about not wanting it, but my body was quite honest.
Miko behind her saw her mouth wide open.
Han Baiyi, however, had no sense of accomplishment. He raised his long sword at an angle and hit the end of Genichiro's Odachi sword with a 'dang' point, and opened it with this move.
Turning the handle of the knife, the back of the knife hit Genichiro's helmet with a bang, causing the general's helmet to fly off, revealing a messy long hair underneath.
Cut off the helmet without damaging the head,
This time, on the battlefield with cold weapons, it was tantamount to humiliation.
But Genichiro had no time to think about the issue of humiliation or not. He looked directly at the ninja in front of him, feeling uncontrollable fear in his heart.
Where did this monster come from?
This ninja is actually the ninja from the Hirata family who was killed by the bandits?
What kind of bandit is it that can seriously injure such a strong swordsman?!
Genichiro, who comes from a family of swordsmen, is very aware of the vision required to predict the movements of others. This can only be achieved by a level of swordsmanship that is one level higher than that of the opponent, hundreds of life-and-death battles, and the guidance of countless swordsman masters.
Extremely high vision.
Especially, the opponent still reached this level in a fierce battle.
Facing an enemy of this level, he had almost no hope of victory.
A feeling called despair gradually spread in Genichiro's heart.
This is a sword saint equivalent to his grandfather's level.
In fact, in these years, even when he faced his grandfather, the man known as the 'One Heart Sword Master', he had never felt such absolute crushing strength.
This guy is a bit too strong.
Genichiro gritted his teeth tightly.
Seeing his appearance, Han Baiyi couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
Of course Xianyilang didn't know how many times his sword moves had been touched by Han Baiyi, let alone how many times the two of them had fought.
Han Baiyi remembered it clearly.
His left hand was slashed by the opponent a total of one hundred and seventy-two times, and his dodge movements were extremely skillful, so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
By the end of the chop, even Han Baiyi himself was numb to the pain.
As far as chopping hands is concerned, the two of them can be called a blood feud.
However, apart from constantly cutting off his hands, Han Baiyi did not gain anything.
In the constant life and death battles, Han Baiyi's eyesight and sword skills soared, and he benefited a lot from Xian Yilang.
Xian Yilang's eyes were locked on Han Baiyi, his expression solemn as never before.
"I can't lose. For Ashina's sake, I will never die here."
He whispered to himself.
He held the knife tightly in his hand.
Han Baiyi raised his knife and pointed it straight at Xian Yilang, with a smile on his face.
An idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
Genichiro looked solemn, shouted and slashed forward with his sword.
Han Baiyi looked relaxed and dodged with a reaction speed that was higher than Genichiro's. His steps were nimble and his body movements were quick. In two or three steps, he dodged several knives aimed at his vital points. The tachi pointed diagonally at the ground in his hand, and there was no trace of it at all.
The meaning of confrontation with the opponent.
The connotation is almost contempt.
Genichiro, who was originally invincible in his eyes, is now like a child wielding a hammer, chasing his figure with great difficulty, and there is no place where the sharp blade points.
While hiding, the long knife in Han Baiyi's hand connected with Xian Yilang's knife.
In the blink of an eye, Genichiro's blade was already full of cracks.
There was blood in Genichiro's eyes. The faster the knife speed, the closer and more messy the knife technique became. The seemingly lightning-fast blade could not even touch a single hair of Han Baiyi.
Miko, who was standing in the distance, looked at this scene with disbelief.
In her heart, Sir Genichiro is second only to the Isshin Sword Master.
Now he is being teased by a wolf like a child.
Simply unbelievable.
The blade of the blade rotated, Genichiro gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his legs bulged out of his skin like balloons.
The armor on his body was squeezed out by the bulging muscles, and several pieces of arm armor fell to the ground.
The eyes are almost scarlet.
The voice in his mouth was almost a growl, muttering to himself like a psychological suggestion.
"As long as it's for Ashina..."
"No matter what heretical force,"
"I can handle it all."
While he was talking, the armor on his upper body had been completely thrown away, revealing the clear and streamlined muscles underneath.
The strange thing is that the meridians of his two arms have already been covered with a layer of black that is difficult to erase. Although the entire upper body is strong and strong, it can't hide the black and rotten skin color.
Genichiro gritted his teeth and drew his fingers across the blade.
"Let me show you, Ba Zhilei."
Between the knots of muscles, I saw him jump suddenly, and his tall figure suddenly jumped several feet away, reaching a height of nearly one foot.
The sword in his hand was raised high above his head, the muscles of both arms were as hard as iron, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the sword energy was integrated into one, and all the swords were concentrated and chopped down.
The moment he raised the knife, the long blade was instantly wrapped in a golden thunderbolt.
The light is extremely brilliant.
"die"
"Jumping chop."
Han Baiyi spoke calmly, holding the knife in his right hand and pointing it diagonally, with the blade pointing upward.
At this time, Genichiro had already forgotten everything. All his will and energy were concentrated on this sword, and he fell into a state of selfless enlightenment.
The blade of the blade tore through the air, and the airflow surrounding the body was winding at high speed like an undercurrent under the sea, almost forming dragon-like white lines all over the body. The long hair floated high, and the long braid was tied like a long ink line.
Long, scattered straight lines.
Thunder and lightning enveloped the whole body, the crackling sound of thunder and lightning gathered in the ears, and dark clouds seemed to be gathering in the sky.
Genichiro's eyes were scarlet, and the blade was full of cracks.
This was the most powerful sword strike he had ever made in his life.
It is also a sword that can break through adversity!
"boom"
The blades were almost parallel to each other. The moment the two blades crossed each other, they cut the air and made a long tearing sound in mid-air.
If you listen carefully, you can find the harshness hidden in the long sound of air tearing.
The bodies of the two people intersected in parallel lines in an instant.
The backs meet.
Han Baiyi still maintained the motion of pointing the blade diagonally, and the scales on his shoulders made a diagonal scratch on his clothes. His clothes were slightly burnt, but the skin and flesh were not injured.
Genichiro took a bow and leaned forward. The blade was full of broken marks. The long hair behind him suddenly lost a section, and the black hair on the left side slowly fell in the air.
Clang.
The blade was broken into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.
What appeared at the same time was a blood line on his left arm.
Han Baiyi put his hands behind his hands and closed his eyes to pose.
Swinging the blade to spill blood, sheathed the knife.
Genichiro straightened up, and his left arm, which was barely connected, fell to the ground with a thud and was broken at the elbow.
Blood spurted from his left shoulder, splashing all over the miscanthus grass and turning it red.
When he turned around again, Han Baiyi's sword was unsheathed and placed on his neck.
Genichiro's face was pale, but his expression was extremely calm.
When killing people, you must be prepared to be killed by others.
He had already been prepared for this level of awareness.
Within three or four cuts, his arm was cut off by the man in front of him...
Come to think of it, even if Chang Ruoshui had an effect, I wouldn't be able to defeat him, right?
It's just a pity that Ashina...is going to die after all?
Ashina Genichiro completely ignored the long knife placed on his neck, his eyes were slightly lost in thought about what would happen after his death.
Suddenly, Han Baiyi put away the knife.
Genichiro was stunned.
Is this person's capacity so broad?
"There is no killing intent in your knife." Han Baiyi said in a sincere tone, "breaking your arm is a lesson."
Genichiro clenched his fingers, lowered his head, and made no sound.
Han Baiyi's tone was very calm.
"As opposed to this,"
As he spoke, he bent down and pulled out another black sheath sword from Genichiro's waist.