Kuzan Kazuha held his bamboo sword and stretched his feet left and right, constantly changing directions. As long as Kuzo's steps, breathing, and even his eyes relaxed a little, he would be greeted by Kuzan Kazuyo's thunderous strike. Kuzo also moved slowly, just as he followed
As Kazuyo moved, the tip of his sword was always aimed at Kazuyo's throat, and his body was as steady as a mountain.
Neither of them dared to relax for even a moment. Seeing that Jiuzang still had no flaws, Sorayama Kazuyo stopped, raised the knife that was leaning against his side, raised the knife above his head, opened the door wide, and took the upper posture.
, paused, an aura full of fighting spirit and determination bursting out.
Seeing this, Jiuzang stepped back with his right leg and bowed his left leg forward. The sword drew a half-arc, from pointing forward to diagonally facing behind him. He held the handle of his left hand with his right hand, but it was in the posture of Kazuha Sorayama just now.
Hiding the sword at the side of the body, it is stable and undisturbed by any momentum, and can be released and counterattacked in an instant.
Kongshan Yiye moved forward with broken steps. The five swords between the two sides passed by in a blink of an eye. The bamboo sword struck Jiuzang's neck like a flash of light.
Jiuzang did not try to block or dodge, but stepped forward, turned his back foot into a front foot, raised the blade, and instantly raised the sword upward from his side to draw a wide arc, and at the same time swung it towards Kazuyo Sorayama's neck.
The wind brought by the round bamboo sword blew the hair around the ears of the two people. The two people's bamboo swords had been resting on each other's shoulders for a long time before their hair slowly fell down. This seemed to be a competition with an uncertain outcome?
The two of them raised the bamboo swords on their shoulders and stepped back at the same time, tapping each other with the bamboo swords. Jiuzang stared at Sorayama Kazuha and said with difficulty: "I lose." Sorayama Kazuha shook his head: "No! If you use real
Sword, maybe I will cut your neck off first, but your sword will also cut me off." He said, sliding his hand from his neck to his chest, "I will cut a big wound from here to here. I am no more lucky than you.
It’s just an extra hour or three to live.”
What Kazuyo Sorayama didn't say was that if he used a real sword, he might not be able to reach his peak strength after being frightened by Jiuzang's murderous aura. Maybe he would be the first to have his neck chopped off. So the words he spoke were sincere and unusual, not because of any reason.
I feel happy when I get the upper hand in the competition.
Jiuzang listened to Kazuyo Sorayama's words without the slightest sense of pride, his brows relaxed, and his cold expression seemed to soften a little, but he still said in fluent words: "No, there is no trick in martial arts, and there is no draw in life or death. Your sword
Faster and more accurate. If you use a real sword, you will definitely be faster. I am not as good as me."
Sorayama Kazuyo shook his head mockingly, and his hoarse voice revealed a little helplessness: "To be honest with you, I have never actively killed anyone with a real sword in my life. The kung fu I have only honed in the gym may be the result of practicing real swordsmanship."
When the sword is fighting for life, the heart is already timid."
Jiuzang stared at Ichiha Sorayama for a long time and said, "That's right, you don't have murderous intent, and you don't have any smoke and fire. You must be from a noble family." Maybe he felt that it was inappropriate to guess his opponent's life experience, so Jiuzang hesitated and said, "I'm sorry.
No offense intended. I deeply admire your martial arts skills. Can we learn from each other more?"
Ichiyo Sorayama waved his hand and sat down, raising his head to signal Jiuzang to sit down and chat.
[Another martial arts idiot who only cares about cultivation. It seems that no world is without such people, but if I hadn’t come to this fucked up era inexplicably, wouldn’t I be the same person myself?] Looking at Jiu Jiu with a sincere and eager expression on his face
Hidden, Kazuyo Sorayama thought helplessly. However, Kazuyo Sorayama, who seemed to have thought of something, organized his words and asked: "I would like to ask, how many people with martial arts skills like you are among the four islands of Japan?"
Jiuzang was stunned for a moment and sat across from Kazuyo Sorayama. Perhaps he brought up the topic that he was most interested in. Perhaps he thought it was worth communicating with Kazuyo Sorayama. He thought about it carefully and said: "There are so many swordsmen in the world, how could I dare to talk to him?"
In comparison, however, I once competed with his disciples in martial arts at Master Seokjujae’s dojo in Yagyu, Gyeonggi Province, and no one could beat me. I am fortunate to have Sir Seokjujae’s comments.”
No matter how ignorant Ichiyo Sorayama is about Japanese history, he still knows a lot about Yagyu Sogan, the sword master who created the Shinin-ryu, because until the present day, Yagyu Shinin-ryu is also an important school in kendo, and he has been with the school more than once
The disciples competed. Sorayama Kazuyo said: "Master Yagyu Shishuzai, I have heard of his name for a long time, and I would like to hear more about him."
Jiuzang nodded and continued: "Master Shi Zhouzhai said that although my martial arts has reached its peak, without the support of military skills, I can defeat ordinary masters with blood and courage. If I meet a top master or someone who is invincible, I will
There is no room for change if you lose. Today's showdown between you and me also confirms Master Shi Zhouzhai's evaluation."