Chapter 53 Let you see, the real Chinese swordsmanship
"idiot!"
Okawa Jiro's eyes almost burst into flames as he stared at Tang Ming, his eyes flashing with crazy murderous intent.
"It's not okay to admit defeat."
"I said at the beginning that you must kneel down, kowtow, and shout three times that you are a Japanese Japanese. If you don't shout, I will beat you until you do."
Tang Ming spoke calmly, with a cold tone without any emotion.
"Chinese boy, how about we change the rules?"
Okawa Jiro licked his scarlet tongue and said with a evil smile: "For this last battle, we can each choose a weapon."
"Tang Ming, their school is good at swordsmanship, don't be fooled by them."
Li Shishi quickly reminded.
"Need not."
Tang Ming shook his head, looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall and frowned: "Speed up, I don't have time to talk to you here. Don't tell me to leave the weapons at home, you have to go home to get them."
"Of course not. For samurai, katana swords are always carried with them."
Okawa Jiro's eyes burst with murderous intent. He went to the area where he kept his luggage and took out a slender sandalwood box.
Open the box.
There is a slender and exquisite samurai sword inside, which is also wrapped in golden brocade.
Okawa Jiro put down the box, stroked the katana scabbard with both hands, and then suddenly drew the sword.
"Zheng——!"
A sound of sword clanging rippled out.
Okawa Jiro held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stood it upright in front of him. His whole aura suddenly became sharper and sharper, and his aura was far deeper than before.
He stepped into the Octagon and asked, "Where are your weapons?"
"One hand is enough to deal with you."
Tang Ming said calmly.
"It's ridiculous. I hope you won't regret it later. No, you won't have a chance to regret it."
Okawa Jiro narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly held the upright samurai sword horizontally in front of him.
The blade of the sword is as thin and shallow as paper. When the blade and the corner of Okawa Jiro's eyes formed a straight line, a strange aura filled the air.
The killing intent boiled instantly.
And it blends perfectly with the blade.
"Beichen Yidao Style!"
"Damn it, he's a swordsman from the Beicheng Itto-ryu!"
Li Shishi's expression changed dramatically and she spoke anxiously: "Tang Ming, be careful, this is the ultimate move of Beichen's Yi Dao style. Be careful of the trajectory of his sword. This style is good at merging illusions and swordsmanship to kill people invisible."
"Haha, it's too late to remind him now."
Okawa Jiro laughed ferociously, his arms suddenly vibrated, and the hilt of the sword in his hand trembled rapidly and transformed into several sword lights, which were false, real, and false.
Whoa! A sword slashed out, and three sword lights struck from different directions.
Even Okawa Jiro's figure was a bit vague and unclear. It flickered left and right, but spanned five meters in an instant. It was extremely weird.
Beicheng Yidao style.
The leader of the Yingzhou Kendo school. It is said that the founder of the school crossed the sea and came to the Tang Dynasty of China to study under him. He himself was also extremely talented. He slightly modified the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao and swordsmanship, and created the most perfect sword.
Suit your own style of swordsmanship.
Mainly based on chopping with the Mo Dao on the battlefield, it is fierce and domineering, and then it is integrated into the pure Chinese swordsmanship, which is ethereal and traceless. Finally, combined with the strange tricks, the lethality is extremely powerful. Often, the enemy will be killed before he can react with one sword strike.
Different place.
Beicheng Yidao style has been passed down in Yingzhou since then.
After hundreds of thousands of years of improvement, Beichen Yidao style has a little bit of its own characteristics, and then it does not acknowledge the credit of its ancestors, let alone believe that the ancestors learned the swordsmanship and swordsmanship from China, insisting that it is the unparalleled technique native to Japan.
Learn swordsmanship.
"die!"
Okawa Jiro shouted loudly, and immediately, four or five echoes rippled out. Not only was it impossible to determine the position based on the sound, but it could also be interfered with.
Whoosh! The cold light shrank, and at a tricky angle, it suddenly sprang out like a poisonous snake, hitting Tang Ming's throat very hard.
Beichen Yidao style, as the name suggests, has only one most powerful killing move, which emphasizes the perfect fusion of speed, strength, sword and intention.
Draw the knife, put the knife away.
Whoa! Okawa Jiro suddenly took a few steps, with his back to Tang Ming, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and threw a beautiful sword flower, his movements were cool and cold.
"too weak."
"Perhaps I am no match for brute force fighting, but compared to swordsmanship, you Chinese are far behind."
Okawa Jiro's face was full of sarcasm.
He had just used Beichen's Ichitō Style himself and pointed the tip of the sword at Tang Ming's throat. It was certain that the person behind him would die.
A teasing voice suddenly sounded: "You call this swordsmanship?"
What! The smile on Okawa Jiro's face froze, and he turned his head blankly to look at Tang Ming.
His face was full of disbelief: "Impossible, you, you were clearly hit by a sword just now."
His previous slash was perfect, and his final killing move really landed on Tang Ming's throat. How could he be unharmed?
"Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and illusion are integrated into one. The founder of this swordsmanship has a good idea, but unfortunately his understanding is too poor, his vision is high and his skills are low, and he finally merges into one."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Tang Ming's mouth: "Can this kind of rubbish swordsmanship form a school in Japan?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.
The two fingers are brought together to form a sword point.
"Let me show you what the real Chinese swordsmanship is."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and spoke. As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed forward with his sword, which was the most basic direct sword technique.
He held the sword in his hand, and moved forward a bit slowly, seemingly harmless.
"What rubbish? I'm going to cut off your hand."
Okawa Jiro's eyes were full of ferocity, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed hard.
Fine steel sword.
Two fingers faced each other.
There was a natural gap here. Li Shishi was extremely anxious, and just when she was about to remind Tang Ming to retreat, something unexpected happened.
"Buzz--" A sword cry suddenly rippled out, and between Tang Ming's two fingers, a thick and pure sword intention suddenly burst out.
The road to simplicity.
The same is true for sword intention. A true swordsman genius never sticks to what the weapon is. He has a sword in his heart. He can pick flowers and flying leaves to make a sword, and everything in the world can also be made into a sword.
"break!"
Tang Ming uttered one word and moved his two fingers together gently towards the front.
Rumble! Endless sword intent spurted out, and with a "clang" sound, the specially made samurai sword made of hundred-refined steel broke into pieces. The invisible sword intent rushed forward, attacking with a bang.
Debris from clothes flew everywhere, mixed with blood.
"Poof -" Jiro Okawa flew more than ten meters, smashed out of the octagonal cage, hit the wall hard and then slid down.
There were sword marks all over his body.
The clothes were cut into strips, looking as miserable as a beggar.
"You..." Okawa Jiro looked at Tang Ming with fear in his eyes. Not only him, but also Li Shishi and others behind him looked confused.
With two fingers, he could cut the hundred-refined steel into fragments, and then, without losing any strength, he cut numerous sword scars on Okawa Jiro's body.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it.