Half of Kenshin's body was completely numb. Okita Souji's blow was not so easy to withstand, and it directly caused him to lose most of his combat effectiveness. He was holding the sword in one hand, had difficulty moving, and continued to lose blood... and the stupid figure not far behind him.
Xuedeba standing aside!
Facing Saito Ichi, a formidable old opponent and a group of aggressive Shinsengumi team members, Kenshin knew that he might not be able to survive this time. But the strange thing was that he didn't have the slightest fear, and was even more worried deep down in his heart.
That woman with the aura of white plum blossoms: If she fell into the hands of the Shinsengumi like this, she would probably end up even more miserable than committing suicide directly...
"Tomoe, run away!" Thinking of this, Kenshin was boosted by a loud roar, regained his energy and pounced at Saito Ichi. Standing on the spot and defending passively, he might not be able to withstand a round of impact.
Saito's vigilance increased to the extreme. Kenshin in this state may be even more dangerous than before! No one can ignore the counterattack of a top master like Kenshin who risked his life and death.
Saito, who was at the forefront, turned his entire body into a sharp sword, direct and fierce. His tall body, which was half a body taller than the sword's heart, brought more deterrence during the assault, even more powerful than Okita Souji just now.
There is no need to give in too much, but compared to Okita's fast movements that cannot be locked with his sight, any move that can be "read" poses little threat to him.
"You can't fight forcefully!" Kenshin made the right decision in an instant. He even had the energy to glance at the people behind Saito, and with just one glance, he could roughly simulate their positions, postures, speeds and even their knife-drawing habits.
He also made a move: his immobile left hand was close to his side, and he held the knife in his right hand and aimed at the one-third position in front of Saito's long sword and slashed it hard!
"The movement of the attack has slowed down! You can't stop it!" Saito sneered inwardly, but did not withdraw his attack. He continued to thrust and thrust upward at the same time. In his expectation, Kenshin would never be able to block his attack.
, not even the sword’s heart when both hands are intact!
"The moment your sword is knocked away by me is the moment it pierces your chest. Battosai, die!" Saito shouted in his heart.
The blade and the back of the blade collided, causing a shower of sparks to fly out. With the help of Saito Ichi's strength, Kenshin jumped up high and flew directly over the opponent's head - the secret of the Flying Sword Style: Dragon Hammer Flash!
Due to his height, Saito's force method and sword draw direction were from top to bottom. Although he was as powerful as a tiger, it caused a moment of hesitation in changing moves. When he saw Kenshin's movements and plans clearly, he knew
He had already fallen into the plan of the sword, but it was too late to turn the stab into a sweep, and his body stiffened for a moment under the intersection of the swords.
Saitoichi, who was horrified in his heart, roared: "Be careful!"
In the air, Kenshin swings his waist to adjust his breathing. The long sword in his hand strikes downwards without any regularity, and it is the classic move of the flying sword style, Dragon's Nest Flash! At this moment, no one knows what Kenshin is.
How many swords were swung, but when Kenshin landed on the ground again, the tight formation of the Shinsengumi had become shattered, and almost everyone was hit, if not for the protection of forehead iron, cage hands and mail armor.
, at least half of the people will be killed directly with this blow.
Kenshin staggered and knelt down on one knee. After all, the swordsmen of the Shinsengumi were not straw mats. They would also fight back, which was equivalent to jumping directly into a thicket of swords. Kenshin's body was covered with wounds of varying depths.
He turned into a bloody man, breathing heavily, and he couldn't even control his basic breathing.
When Saito turned around and saw Kenshin in such a state, he did not choose to continue attacking. He sighed in his heart: He was defeated again. Such a terrifying opponent is really scary, but...it also makes people feel sad.
Respect!
He waved his hand to stop the movements of the team members, stared at Kenshin's back and said seriously: "Battosai...Himura Kenshin, you are a real swordsman, I admire you." He bowed slightly, "Have seppuku.
, I, Saito, personally apologize for your mistake, you deserve to die like a samurai."
"Haha... the hypocritical shogunate..." Kenshin stood up unsteadily with his sword in his hand, "We can't kill all the reformers. If the shogunate is not destroyed, Battosai will never die! Take action."
Saito frowned, since he is so stubborn, let me... huh?
Just when he raised his hand to prepare for the final blow, he suddenly found that the Shinsengumi team members opposite him had horrified expressions on their faces and were staring behind him with wide eyes.
Forcibly suppressing his horror, he, who was extremely experienced in combat, did not look back. Instead, he swept the sword backwards with his waist as the center. There was no feeling of a weapon penetrating into his flesh. He took advantage of the situation and turned around, holding the knife to his ear.
At the same time, he opened his eyes wide and looked at it. What? No one?!
Before he could make another move, he felt an extremely subtle sound of wind passing by him, and a figure appeared in front of his eyes, which was originally empty. The person was holding the same thing that was surrounded by people just now.
The sword heart!
Under the gaze of everyone, no one could see clearly how this person appeared and how he rescued Kenshin from the crowd. Such terrifying strength made people think of some legends about monsters and ghosts... He couldn't help but take a look under the moonlight.
That long shadow couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Looking up along the shadow, I saw that this man had a long tachi casually tied around his waist. He was tall and thin. He was wearing a blue-gray narrow-sleeved wu robe that is common among chefs in the restaurant. Coupled with his short gray hair at the temples, he looked like a man at first glance.
No different than an ordinary store owner.
Saito's heart trembled. He was one of the few people in the Shinsengumi who had seen Sorayama Kazuha with his own eyes!
"The last thing you want to happen will inevitably happen, and he did show up after all..." Saito Kazuo managed to calm down, sheathed his sword, and bowed respectfully to Kazuyo Sorayama: "I have met the Sword Master."
Sorayama Kazuyo did not respond, but threw Kenshin to the ground, sighing with some disgust: "I deserve to be unlucky. Almost every time I meet you, I am saving you. Could it be that you are specially sent by God to trouble me?
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"Senior..." Kenshin looked guilty, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had saved his life again. The most important thing is that woman...Senior Sorayama would definitely not mind bringing one more person with him...
"It's getting late, let's go." Kazuha Sorayama looked at the Shinsengumi as if they were nothing, and started to leave. There was an eerie silence in the scene.
A violent coughing sound rang out, it was Souji Okita. "Slow, wait! Master Sword Master, please stay."
He raised his body with difficulty, forced himself to sit on the ground, and shouted to Kazuyo Sorayama: "I believe you, sir, must have seen my duel with Battōsai. Please, please feel free to comment."
Sorayama Kazuha paused, looked at the opponent, and slowly said: "The boy named Okita, you know that your time is running out, but you still fight to the death against this idiot. Your sword is more pure, and he is not as good as him in this regard."
you."
Hearing his idol's comments, Okita Souji's face suddenly glowed with an inexplicable brilliance, but after a moment he said sadly: "But I still lost..."
"No, swordsmanship is the art of killing. Winning or losing is not important." Kazuyo Sorayama interrupted, "If you compete a hundred times, you two will still perish together."
After carefully sensing Okita Souji's state, Sorayama Kazuyo suddenly understood why this talented swordsman was so obsessed with winning this time: Okita's breathing was obviously so weak that it almost stopped, but he could still speak clearly. Obviously
It's nearing the end of his life.
He couldn't help but secretly said it was a pity, and continued: "Kenshin, this idiot, has been learning the swordsmanship of me and that perverted guy since he was a child, but he can't win against you, a boy from the 'hoe style'. His talent is indeed far behind you. If you could
If you met me a few years ago...even if you become a disciple of Chiba Shusaku...it's a pity, it's really a pity..."
"I have never regretted taking a break from my natural Rishin-ryu swordsmanship. If it weren't for Master Kondo and Director Kondo, I might have inherited the family business like my father and lived a hazy life as a small-town samurai every day."
Okita Souji spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to gasp: "Sword Master, I have grown up listening to your deeds. If it were me, could I learn your 'Instant Prison Kill' stunt? I have tried to figure it out countless times.
Practice, but I know that I have reached my limit just now, and I can't do it no matter what... What is wrong, or do I simply not have this talent?"
"Brother Okita..." Saitoichi had already noticed something was wrong with Souji Okita at this time. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but become moist, and he murmured in a low voice: "Why are you so persistent?"
Seeing the young man's radiant energy under the moonlight, Kazuyo Sorayama was silent for a moment, walked slowly behind him, held Okita's arms with both hands and lifted him up, his hoarse voice filled with indescribable regret:
"Watch it."
Before the words were spoken, the two figures had already appeared behind Saito Ichi. It was only then that the afterimage of the original place slowly faded in front of everyone's eyes until it disappeared.
Sorayama Kazuha actually used Okita Souji's body to perform a demonstration! Even if he is as close as Kenshin, he has never received such guidance.
To be able to make the always ruthless Sorayama Kazuyo do such a thing shows how much he appreciates Okita.
"I see... I understand!" Okita Souji's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was slightly distorted with excitement, and then a mouthful of black blood spurted out, which seemed to be mixed with small lung fragments.
"Thank you, sir. I understand. I can also master it! Ah... I really don't want to die." The voice stopped suddenly. It seemed that his wish had been fulfilled but he seemed to have infinite regrets. The genius swordsman of the shogunate was here.
Pass away.
"Okita brother!" Saitoichi had put aside all fear of Sorayama Kazuha at this time, rushed to Sorayama Kazuha, took Okita Souji's body from his hands, and cursed angrily while holding back his grief and hatred:
"Soji Okita, didn't you say that you would work with everyone to put an end to rebellion and restore peace to the world? Baga! Wake up!"
Seeing the smiling faces of Saitoichi and Okita Souji who were full of tears, passing away safely, Sorayama Kazuha felt depressed for no reason, ignored Kenshin, and just walked towards the original path without saying a word.
At this moment, a team with a banner with the word "sincerity" appeared on one side, "Stop! Tonight, the Shinsengumi will not let a rebel go!"