Katsushiro's excitement still persisted, and he muttered: "This ronin is too bad! Just one move..." Kanbei shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!" Katsushiro turned to look at him aggrievedly.
Kanbei didn't understand why the always gentle teacher was so irritable. Kanbei took a deep breath, as if he wanted to get rid of the shock of the battle in front of him.
"If I had replaced Sorayama-kun with you, I'm afraid he would have been split in half." As if he didn't see Katsushiro's doubts, he said to himself: "The ronin took five steps forward, plus the length of his arms and the sword.
The attack part will be precise and consistent from Kong Sanjun's forehead. With the ronin's invasion like fire, people who are not good at martial arts have already closed their eyes and are waiting for death. People like me who are slightly skilled in martial arts will probably raise their arms to block, and use it to block.
With the force of downward pressure, take three steps back to avoid its sharp edge, and then slowly move towards it. But in this way, you will lose your indomitable spirit of advancement, and you will be completely at a disadvantage. Even if you try hard to support a few moves, you will inevitably be defeated."
Katsushiro looked at Kanbei in surprise, the first master he met after leaving his hometown. During this period of time, Kanbei's patient teachings made him gain a lot, and he felt that his martial arts improved faster than before.
But a master like the master felt invincible when faced with the ronin who was killed by Kazuha Sorayama with one move. So how high is the martial arts of Sorayama-kun who seemed to easily defeat the ronin?
Kanbei's former comrade-in-arms, Nanjiro, who had not spoken for a long time, seemed to see Katsushiro's doubts. He patted his shoulder with his burly palm and said softly: "Katsushiro, martial arts requires talent, and Kazuha Sorayama is the one."
The kind of swordsman who was born for the sword. If you think carefully about his fight just now, when the ronin took the fourth step, his momentum was about to reach its peak. His heels, calves, lower back, shoulders, arms and the sword in his hand were all...
The arc formed is like a large bow that is fully charged with power. The fifth step is when the sword breaks through. By this time, it will be difficult for anyone to resist."
Shichiroji took a breath and continued: "There is a saying that there is no turning back when you draw a bow. At this moment, Kuzan-kun decisively took two steps forward and stabbed out his long sword. It means that the ronin at this time could never control the power of his sword and could only
His throat was smashed into Sorayama-kun's long sword and he was struck first. If he took a quick step, the ronin would change his moves, and if he took a slow step, the sword would be added to his body. This state of mind, which is not affected by the opponent's violent momentum at all, and the vision to accurately judge the distance of the opponent's steps, are perfect.
The ability to cope with moves..."
Shichiroji paused: "I'm afraid Sorayama-kun has already reached the realm of swordsman." Kanbei nodded and sighed: "From the first time I saw Sorayama-kun, I have realized that he will reach this step sooner or later.
, I just didn’t expect it to happen so early.”
These words suddenly enlightened Katsushiro, and he suddenly realized that his master Kanbei must also be a great master, because if he faced such an opponent, he would probably have abandoned his sword and knelt down to beg for mercy when the opponent raised his sword and shouted.
Katsushiro said in shame: "Master, is there any other way to deal with it besides Lord Sorayama?"
Kanbei had regained his composure at this time. After hearing Katsushiro's question, he raised his hand and touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "Of course! There are at least three ways to deal with it."
"There are so many three types?!" "Hmm... If your eyesight is accurate enough, you can dodge the opponent's attack and counterattack at the same time; if you are fast enough, you can kill the opponent with your sword before he has time to change his moves.
; If your strength is strong enough, you can knock the opponent's knife away from the bottom up."
After hearing these seemingly simple but actually extremely difficult methods, Katsushiro couldn't help but be stunned. Of course he couldn't do any of them! Then he asked dejectedly: "What should I do if I encounter such an opponent in the future?"
Kanbei and Nanajiro looked at each other and teased: "There are many ways! As a samurai, it is embarrassing to kneel down and beg for mercy, but at least you can save your life. However, for you, the best way is to run enough
Hurry..." "Ale? Master you!!!"
Katsushiro was annoyed that his master was teasing him, but he didn't see the helplessness and luck in Kanbei's eyes: after all, manpower is sometimes limited, and faced with various helpless situations, if he hadn't run fast enough, he would have been in trouble all these years.
He died countless times in the war.
Ronin's wrist was placed on Kazuyo Sorayama's shoulder, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground from Kazuyo Sorayama's back, splashing a cloud of dust. Kazuyo Sorayama did not draw the knife immediately, but quietly maintained this posture, as if he had entered a kind of
In a wonderful realm.
The image of twenty years of continuous practice clearly played in Ichiyo Sora's mind.
Those scars that made him grow, such as his throat that was almost broken by a wooden sword. Although he saved his life, his vocal cords were irreversibly damaged, so that he never spoke easily.
Those masters who have always devoted themselves to teaching themselves, although their purpose is to let themselves, as swordsman geniuses, defeat all opponents and restore the glory of ancient swordsmanship.
Although he has never been defeated by those powerful opponents so far, the accumulation of each competition will always make him more experienced in facing the enemy, and he can deal with emergencies more calmly.
After being sent to this inexplicable time and space, in the eyes of outsiders, I will always remain unchanged and calm, but only I know clearly: the sense of crisis in my heart has not diminished day by day. I have lost the familiar social laws, lost my master, and lost my opponent.
I have lost my wife and children, I have lost everything in the past, and I don’t know when this fate will end!
Except for the sword in his hand, he has nothing. All these pressures continue to sharpen his heart as a swordsman. To this day, the excitement in his heart when facing the evenly matched Jiuzang, the anger when the competition was rudely interrupted, and the excitement in his heart when he faced the rude interruption of the competition.
The tension of the unseen murderous aura finally turned into two steps forward, quietly extending a sword.
The moment Che first touched the skin of the opponent's throat, all his shackles were broken. Just like a drop of water falling into the sea from a height of 10,000 meters, it has become a part of the sea from the moment it merges into it, and it is boundless from now on.