At the peak of Inuyama Ga's life, he had reached the seventh level instant, a top speed of one hundred and twenty-eight times, but in the past sixty-two years, he had never exceeded his limit.
And when he surpassed his former self and entered a new realm, his sword skills returned to their original state.
Inuyamaga put the sword into its sheath, and after sixty-two years of continuous sharpening, this move was carved into his muscles. It was the Iai Slash, a sword technique that Inuyamaga had practiced for a long time.
Visually! Breathe! Cut the carp's mouth! Cut it off! Blood shock! Take the knife!
At this moment, the sword light converged into an invisible thin line, no longer as gorgeous as mercury like before, but the invisible blade was still deadly.
嘡! 嘡! 嘡嘡嘡…
The clash of swords was a continuous sound, and the sharp sound made others avoid it.
But this is not the end. Inuyama Ga flashes against Angers repeatedly, and each time he tilts his sword towards Angers like a rainstorm. The sound of the knife cutting through the air is layered, sounding like a frenzy.
Angers didn't move at all, didn't even turn around, and swung the sword light at the same speed, while yelling meanly: "Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"
His speed was not inferior to Inuyama Ga at all, and he even had enough strength to spare. He obviously held two swords in his left and right hands, but the long sword in his left hand was always on his shoulder, and he only used the sword in his right hand to fight.
Inuyama Ga's breakthrough was just to make Angers serious and deal with it.
Each of his sword hits the middle part of Onimaru Kunitsuna, which is the "waist" of the sword and the weakest part of the entire sword. The almost invulnerable Iai sword was defeated time and time again.
"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Angers shouted: "Is it just like this? Is it just like this?"
How humiliating...
Inuyama He felt as if his nerves were burning. From sixty years ago to today, Angers had always given him humiliation.
"Is it just like this? Is it just like this? Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Angers always yelled like this in my memory.
Heartbroken, time and time again, Angers swung his bamboo sword and knocked him to the ground. Inuyama He pounced on him again and again, but in Angers eyes, he was just a puppy without all its teeth.
"I don't despise gangsters, I just despise trash!
Want dignity?
sure!
You can have it if you knock me down!"
Angers in his memory sneered in his ear.
Really, teacher? I will have dignity if I knock you down?
Inuyama Ga sheathed his sword again. He felt that everything in him was burning, but his last will supported his body and he struck out with a blow that broke the limit.
Ninth level instant, five hundred and twelve times the speed of killing!
The young man deep in Inuyama Ga's soul roared like an angry lion. Onimaru Kunitsuna unsheathed his sword, and the arc drawn was as beautiful as a girl's eyebrows. Because the blade bent at such a high speed, the sword was on the verge of breaking.
There has never been a knife so fast in history, nor such a poetic murderous intent, so lonely as to cut off time.
I am very happy!
The sonic boom effect swept across the entire dance floor, and the high-frequency vibration of the air was faster than a knife, cutting the skin on Ange's shoulder, and the blood was blown away like a flower.
Ange's eyes showed a fleeting look of relief, and then he turned the handle of the long knife with the hand holding the long knife, with the back of the knife facing forward.
Inuyama Ga was hit in the side and flew away.
"Can my speed be half as fast as yours?" Inuyama Ga asked hoarsely.
He couldn't stand up for a while. Angers's blow was so fierce that it gave him a concussion. He was already old.
"I don't know, but if you can hurt me, it means you have grown up."
Angers looked at the suit with its shoulders cut open, unbuttoned it, and took off the tattered clothes, revealing his smooth skin.
He doesn't like this body without scars, but there are gains and losses, and this is a small price to pay for hiding his password.
"You still don't want to get a tattoo. European aristocrats will look down on me as a pimp after all." Inuyama He looked at Angers body. He had asked Angers several times to get a tattoo representing the eight Sheqi families, but he was rejected.
The other party refused.
"Go and get the cigar I left on it." Angers turned to the girl who had just stood up next to him and said. The girl did not dare to neglect and trotted back to get the cigar that Angers dropped on the ground.
Ange took a pleasant breath: "For the sake of our reunion after a long separation, Ahe, I will give you a coming-of-age gift."
"I'm almost dead of old age, and I've finally grown up." Inuyama He sneered, showing his white teeth, but he soon widened his eyes and looked at the teacher in front of him. There was something on the smooth skin.
emerge.
Black is like ink falling into the water, dyeing Ange's skin black. Red, green, cyan, various colors are intertwined together, gradually showing a strange beauty.
The yaksha and the tiger appear on Angers' wrist, but that is just the tip of the iceberg of this painting. The yaksha and the tiger spread upward to the whole body.
Countless tigers and Yakshas fought in the clouds of fire. It was a war between the country of Yaksha and the country of tigers.
Angers slowly moved his shoulders and back, and as his muscles stretched, the cinnabar-red Yaksha and the cyan tiger came to life. They grabbed each other's throats, bit them with sharp teeth, and struck with hammers carrying thunder and lightning.
The attack and killing intent are vividly depicted.
It was a picture that could only be drawn by the devil in hell. It condensed all the violence in the world and tattooed it on a person's back.
"The rage of the worlds..." Inuyama He looked at the tattoo on Angers back, and his eyes turned red at some point: "Teacher, do you still remember."
This is the most advanced tattoo in the underworld of the island country. Only one person could have this tattoo on his back before...
Head of the eight Sheqi families.
"It seems that I remembered it correctly. In fact, I quite like this picture." Angers sat cross-legged on the ground. The girl next to him quickly moved a high-backed chair from the room so that Angers could sit comfortably.
Inuyama He stood up, walked to Ange and knelt down, placing his forehead on the ground, which represented true surrender, but Ange stopped him and pulled him up, just like sixty years ago.
"Move another chair and let's reminisce about old times." Angers greeted. The person who moved the chair this time was Ryoma Genichiro. He and Miyamoto Shio stood aside and looked at the two old people sitting in the middle of the dance floor with admiration.
There is no doubt that it is an unquestionable legend.
"Teacher, the Sheqi family is in a very bad situation now. There are all kinds of problems. I know something is wrong, but I can't find it..." Inuyama He confided to Anger what happened in the past few days, but the next second, the crisis changed from
Coming from below the ground.
Flames erupted from the ground, and the gorgeous stage was shattered at that moment. Inuyama Ga stood up, activated his word spirit desperately, flew up at a speed of 512 times, and bumped into Angers arms.
He wants to save his teacher.
That night, an explosion occurred at the Tamamo-mae Club. A series of bombs were detonated at the bottom of the stage, destroying the entire building. Inuyama Ga and Angers disappeared in the explosion.
The last time people saw them was Angers throwing a girl out of the fire, and then he disappeared in the flames.