The death of the samurai was as neat and neat as a blooming tonka flower.
The streets within a radius of ten meters were soaked with blood. Kenshin swung his sword and stared down at the last young samurai. Shigekura Jubei and the two guards had died silently under the tsubaki tree. Kenshin's mission
It was completed at this time, but he was used to killing all his enemies and still had no intention of letting go of the enemies in front of him.
The young samurai was fighting with Kenshin for a long time. He was panting while holding a sword. The blood spurting from the wound on his body made him a little shaken. However, he still stood up with the sword. A kind of psychology called "obsession" supported him to continue despite being seriously injured.
In battle, if Kenshin hadn't killed three people in a row, giving him some clues about his moves, he might not have been able to take a single sword blow.
"I don't want to die, let alone die here! I don't want to..." He shouted in a low voice, pointed the knife at his opponent, retracted his elbows to his chest to make a defensive posture, but when he saw that the opponent let him take a stance, the young warrior's
I couldn't help but sink to the bottom.
"Give up..." Kenshin spread his legs and raised the blood-covered sword with one hand, completely ignoring the person in front of him. As a swordsman, his breathing almost drowned out the sound of his opponent's actions. This was
An unforgivable mistake. No matter what school you practice, the most basic lesson is breathing. The opponent's chest is floating up and down, his arms are stiff and unstable, and his eyes are scattered and unfocused. His original martial arts skills are not half as good as one sword.
With one sword, this boring mission will be over.
Seeing Kenshin being so arrogant, the young samurai couldn't help but take a deep breath. Kenshin sneered in his heart: Can't you help it? If you want to raise your sword to strike... the young samurai raised his sword high; if you want to attack my top door...
A gust of wind came straight to Jianxin's head; at such a slow speed, couldn't you see how the first guard was cut off?
Kenshin shook his head secretly. The samurai in Kyoto, except for the arrogant swordsmen of the Shinsengumi, were generally weak in martial arts. They were far inferior to those who came from remote and tough border areas like Changzhou Satsuma. Even when he first joined the Kaiwei team, Kenshin's martial arts were not as good as those from remote and powerful border areas such as Satsuma in Changzhou.
Not the strongest, but Katsura Kogoro, the leader of all lofty ideals.
The opponent possesses the two major schools of swordsmanship, Shinto Muken-ryu and Kuzan-ryu. Coupled with the years of actual combat training, Kenshin is far from being able to compete with him. However, after a year of killing experience, Kenshin quickly surpasses the swordsman who is busy fighting all day long.
Katsura-senpai, who was surrounded by various factions in the feudal clan, became truly the number one master of the Choshu clan.
The two of them passed each other, and Kenshin's sword passed through the opponent's abdomen without any hindrance, almost cutting open the entire belly from the right waist. The young samurai grunted and fell to the ground. No matter how hard he gathered his will, his sword skills were still weak.
The huge difference is still irreparable. He covered his abdomen with one hand and clasped the ground tightly with the other hand as he crawled forward with difficulty. It seemed that there was something waiting in front of him that he could not give up.
"The desire to survive is really tenacious..." Kenshin raised his foot and stepped forward to finish the opponent completely. Suddenly, he felt a sting on his cheek. Was he injured? How could it be possible! His sword was still nearly an inch away from me! Kenshin
I recalled the moment when the two fought against each other from beginning to end, but I still had no idea how the wound on the cheek was cut out of thin air.
Is it the sword's will? Impossible. Although I heard Master Bigu say before that those otherworldly swordsmen can rely on their will to injure the enemy where the sword's edge does not reach, but even the master himself cannot achieve this legendary breakthrough.
There is only one person in this world who can achieve the magical skill of space boundaries, but it cannot be the second-rate warrior in front of him!
He shook his head and stopped thinking about these problems. He walked a few steps in front of his slowly crawling opponent and whispered: "It's over." He stabbed downwards with a knife, piercing the opponent's neck, and twisted his wrists to completely kill him.
Crucified to the ground.
The young warrior's body trembled, and he spat out a name vaguely. His eyes slowly lost focus, and in front of his stiff palm was the most colorful tonka flower.
"Himura-san, are you injured?" Fan and two companions ran over. They were used to the tragic sight of corpses on the ground. On the contrary, the wounds on Kenshin's face made him a little surprised. Few people could let such a person in front of them.
A young swordsman was injured! His swordsmanship was so fast that he often succeeded in killing his opponents without waiting for any reaction. In fact, half of his opponents didn't even have time to draw their weapons.
"He can actually injure Himura-san. Is this man a master?" Fan asked with some confusion as he started his job of examining the corpse.
"Obsession." Kenshin responded calmly. Fan, who had long been accustomed to the young swordsman's way of speaking, did not pursue the question further, and hurriedly ended the work at hand and said: "Let's go, the Shinsengumi have increased in size around here recently for some reason.
Patrol force, the fighting here may have alerted them..."
"You can't leave." A calm and old-fashioned baritone voice appeared at the end of the street. As the voice sounded, more than ten swordsmen wearing the standard Shinsengumi costumes poured out from the alleys, "Shinsengumi
The captain of the third division, Saito Ichi, is here. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
The Shinsengumi! The organization that makes countless fallen patriots fearful. Patriots are killed almost every day in Kyoto. The opponent's swordsmanship is very high, and the discipline of the team members is very strict. The total number of fallen patriots from all over Japan is far more than the number of the Shinsengumi.
But they are the ones who are bloodbathed every time, how can we not make people fearful.
The three of them were frightened, and quickly formed a simple formation back to back. Only Kenshin stood motionless, holding the handle of the sword tightly.
This situation was quite common in his countless killings. If the reputation of the Shinsengumi hadn't been too great and the three teammates with mediocre martial arts were dragging them down, he might have rushed out without saying a word. There was no need to be so passive.
"Are you the recently famous 'executioner'? I heard that you were hailed as the best swordsman by the rebels. Today, I, Saitoichi, will take your head with my own hands!" He waved his hand, and the two teams immediately followed him.
Holding a knife and slowly forcing him forward.
"Shinsengumi, according to my investigation, today you clearly..." Faced with the pressure, I still couldn't help but ask. Collecting intelligence is his core task. If it hadn't been found that the Shinsengumi could not be dispatched, he would not have done anything.
Kenshin will be arranged to assassinate tonight. This is a dereliction of duty as a liaison! As for the life and death of the two teammates behind him? He doesn't care. As long as he can escape, preferably Kenshin can also escape, this mission will not be considered a failure.
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"We're obviously gathering at Mibuji Temple, right?" Saito smiled disdainfully, "How can the Shinsengumi do things that you ronin can't fathom?"
If it weren't for the fact that the adult's shop was nearby and he had to send extra manpower to prevent him from suddenly rushing out and bloodbathing Kyoto, he would have been lying comfortably on the couch to rest... Saito thought silently.
However, after these days of secret surveillance, it was discovered that Ichimiya was open as usual every day and closed on time, as if nothing had happened. This made the Shinsengumi executives breathe a sigh of relief.
"If you can't get out, you will die. Kill me." Kenshin slowly drew out his long sword. The way to survive was ahead!