The cold rain turned Sorayama Ichiyo's loose clothes into tight clothes. Not only did it not keep people's skin warm, but it took away more heat. However, he remained unmoved and just carried it quietly.
Standing in the middle of the mountain road with the light of his beloved sword captain, he waited for the bandits to arrive.
As early as a moment ago, he informed Kanbeiwei that the bandit cavalry was approaching quickly without any intention of hiding their whereabouts. He obviously wanted to rush into the village in one go. This played into Kanbeiwei's plan, so he immediately woke Jiuzang and shouted loudly
He shouted to the farmer who was taking shelter from the rain in his shed: "The bandits are coming!"
The farmers hurriedly picked up their bamboo spears, lined up in the rain with their sunken eyes, and looked around uneasily, shivering from the cold.
Kanbingwei drew his knife in his hand and shouted: "In another moment, the bandits will arrive here. Listen, let them enter the village, and then follow me to kill the enemy! The bandits only have 13 riders, and we can only compete here.
There are many bandits, not to mention other farmers led by two warriors, we will win this time!"
Seeing that the peasants were still cautious, Jiuzang drew his sword and pointed it to the sky, shouting: "Shou with me, we must win! We must win!" Under the majestic glances of the three samurai, the peasants raised their bamboo spears and followed.
Shout: "We must win!"
Slowly, the voices became more and more uniform, and the morale of the farmers became higher and higher. Although they were still shivering from the cold, the combat experience of the past few days finally had an effect, and they were no longer the fearful rookies.
The bandit leader said: They are no longer a group of lambs to be slaughtered, but have the embryonic form of wolves...
Kanbei ordered everyone to take shelter on the roadside, leaving a way for the bandits to enter the village. However, he saw Sorayama Kazuyo standing unmoved in the middle of the road, wondering: "Korayama-kun, we are not intercepting this time, we are going to...
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"I know, let's see if we can kill another one," Kazuyo Sorayama said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't force it. If there is no chance, I will avoid it."
Kanbei and Jiuzang looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
At this time, two groups, Kikuchiyo and Shichiroji, met in the village square. The farmers hid under the eaves of farmhouses on both sides of the road and were waiting. Kikuchiyo threw a bundle of knives on the soil platform and picked out the length and weight.
He took out his sword and inserted it one by one on the table behind him.
Shichiroji asked in confusion: "Kikuchiyo... what are you doing..."
Kikuchiyo raised the nodachi slung across his body: "I'm afraid this sword won't be able to kill all the bandits! None of these beasts can escape this time!"
"Here they come! The bandits are here!" A loud and noisy roar came from the distance.
The hoofbeats of the bandits gradually became clearer. The farmers held their bamboo spears tightly and got into position. The sonorous voice of Kanbingwei came: "Put them all into the village. When they pass by, immediately pursue them and fight to the death!"
The rain comes in a steady stream.
Thirteen bandits on horseback rushed into everyone's sight despite the rain. The bandits in black uniforms were like a dark cloud, rushing towards everyone in a dark mass. However, when they saw the empty mountain standing in the middle of the road, standing against the sword,
There was a momentary pause. Although they were still charging forward, everyone still had the illusion that the dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind.
How can we not be afraid of bandits!
The damn heavy rain not only made the muskets useless in the field, but they were also unable to rush into the village and then set fire everywhere to undermine the opponent's morale and disperse the opponent's troops. However, because of this, they did not have to bother with arranging tactics. Everyone clamped their saddles and charged forward.
Just kill anyone you see.
But who was standing in front of him? It was the monster who had already killed half of his accomplices and could dodge bullets one after another! But it was impossible to retreat now. The bandits shouted "Kill!" and accelerated towards the empty mountain.
Yiye rushed away, the red light from fear in his eyes had been replaced by the hatred in his heart.
Especially the bandit at the front, staring at Kazuyo Sorayama with concentration that he had never seen before in his life, waving his sword in his hand, trying to kill his opponent in the shortest time, and even if it didn't work, he would block the attack of the terrifying swordsman!
Kazuyo Sorayama was unmoved, but after observing him carefully, Kazuyo suddenly noticed that Kazuyo Sorayama had made a new move: Kazuyo Sorayama bent his knees and inserted the knife into the ground, with the blade pointing towards the bandit;
Place the palm of your right hand against the end of the handle and press down hard, with your thumb in front and the other four fingers behind, tightly clasp the end of the handle; your left hand is close to the tangent, holding the handle; your eyes are slightly closed, but you are not looking.
Towards the bandits running towards me.
But the careful Jiuzang found that the blood vessels next to Sorayama Kazuyo's ears seemed to have bulged. Obviously, Sorayama Kazuyo gave up the plan of visually locking the enemy at this time, and focused all his attention on hearing, and it had reached a limit.
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"This posture..." Jiuzang thought secretly in his heart: "Is there such a posture in swordsmanship? The blade is inserted straight into the ground, and the whole body's strength is concentrated on the knees and hands. This way, although it is easy to exert one's limit in one blow, one can only wait.
The enemy attacks from the front. Kongshanjun's blade is forward, holding the handle in his right hand, and he is obviously attacking with the right side. Once the opponent bypasses the left rear and attacks, everything will stop... But at this time, the bandit can only
Being able to charge straight from the front, this stance should be able to bring out the full power of Kuzan-kun!"
Within a moment, the bandits' cavalry had already rushed to the opposite side of Kongshan Yiye. The farmers who were ambushing on the side of Kongshan Yiye could even feel the burning breath of the war horses.
At this moment, Sorayama Kazuyo swung the long sword in his hand at an indescribable speed. In front of everyone's eyes, it was like looking directly at lightning falling from the sky. Their pupils were dazzled by the dazzling light, and they were slightly blind for a moment; only this time
What I saw was a bolt of lightning that shot up from the bottom to the sky. It seemed that the heavy rain in the sky was cut by this knife, and a trace of vacuum appeared in the space at this moment!
When he saw Ichiyo Sora again, he was already flying to the side.
Kongshan Yiye fell into the muddy water in a panic, not because he didn't want to control his body balance, but because he really couldn't.
It can be said that he concentrated all his energy, energy, spirit, strength, and skills in this blow. It is the strongest blow he has ever made so far! Determine the swing of the sword by calculating the speed of the horse, the distance from himself, and the length of the blade.
The timing; when swinging the sword, you have already accumulated all your strength. You are just waiting for the moment to move forward and draw the sword. You can't make any other contingency measures. Everything is just for this decisive sword!
Therefore, after this sword strike, instead of controlling the body to fly out and avoiding the horse's trampling, it is better to say that the body was carried by this earth-shattering sword and flew up.
[This move can only be used under certain circumstances...Use this move in a duel with an evenly matched opponent. Once you take a stance, you will never be able to avoid the opponent's attack from the side and behind!] Climbing up from the muddy water
Kazuyo Sorayama thought with regret.
The same as Jiuzang's idea, although this move can bring out the ultimate potential of the opponent, its weakness is the loss of mobility. After all, the opponent is not a fool who only knows how to go straight. Attack the opponent's weaknesses and avoid the opponent's strengths.
The most basic principle in a duel, how can it be possible to overcome difficulties!
No one paid attention to Yi Ye's body, which was covered with mud and water. At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the bandit who was attacked.
The bandit still galloped forward as if nothing had happened. It seemed that he himself felt that the blow that made him unresponsive did not cause any harm to him. Just when he was about to turn around and show a mocking expression, he suddenly realized that his
My body is no longer under control, and my vision is getting wider and wider...
However, the bandit who had lost consciousness obviously had no way of knowing the terrifying image of himself in the eyes of everyone: a bloodstain as thin as tissue paper appeared from his forehead downwards, and his entire body and the horse's head were divided into two pieces, half of which were
The horse slipped from the left side of his crotch, and half slipped from the right side. The expression on his face was half horrified and half mocking, and the blood splattered by the horse's head rising into the sky combined to create a horrifying picture.
Sorayama Ichiyo's knife went up the horse's head, from the bandit's crotch to the top of his head, splitting the horse's head, splitting its legs, and splitting the bandit's bones and head...
Although Kazuyo Sorayama held the rare sword Nagato Hikaru, even if Kuzo held this sword, he could barely split the horse's head, and then it would get stuck in the bandit's hip bone due to resistance, and it would never be possible to take advantage of the situation.
Split the armor and the bandit's entire body. It can be seen that the trajectory of the blade of Sorayama Kazuyo's sword has reached its extreme, and the explosive power is almost reaching the extreme!
Seeing this tragic situation, the other bandits stopped their horses and stared blankly at their accomplices on the ground.
They didn't expect that although they rushed into the village successfully, one of their accomplices would die in such a tragic way. If one of them died every time they rushed to kill, how many of their thirteen riders could survive? For a moment, they couldn't even mention it again.
The courage to attack.
The bandit leader quickly regained his energy and shouted angrily: "No matter how powerful he is, there is only one person! Listen to my order, rush into the village at high speed, and kill all the peasants and all the samurai by charging several times!"
The bandits were sobered by this drink. Yes, they are not without the strength to fight. As the leader said, no matter how powerful the swordsman is, he is still alone. As long as he kills all the other warriors with all his strength, and then divides a few cavalry to encircle him,
Even dragging him can kill him!
Seeing the bandits running towards the village again, Kanbei was the first to gather his emotions and shouted: "As long as Mr. Kongshan is here, we will win! Follow me and kill!"
"Victory! Kill!" The farmers, led by Kanbei, Jiuzang, and Katsushiro, rushed out, shouted in unison, and chased the bandits.
And when everyone passed by Kongshan Yiye, they couldn't help but look sideways at him. There was admiration, admiration, hope, but the most terrifying thing in their eyes. This swordsman who could bring them victory has always been accompanied by death and death.
Although killing looks as dazzling as gods and Buddhas on the outside, it is actually an evil spirit seeking life, and its actions make people shudder.
There was a hint of bitterness in Ichiba Sora. I had seen this expression too many times. Maybe I couldn't avoid being called "ghost" no matter which world I was in...
However, Sorayama Kazuyo thought of the excited eyes filled with fighting spirit and admiration when Jiuzou looked at him just now, and his usually cold heart couldn't help but become hot. Although he had few close friends, one was enough.
"Kyuzo, you must not die in this inexplicable battle..." Sorayama Kazuyo whispered to himself.