"No!" The soul of the relatively weak warrior had been swallowed up, and what was left was the face of a middle-aged man who tenaciously made his final resistance.
"Ueno Shinnosuke?" Pei Ziyun just took a look and realized that the face was that of the most powerful samurai recorded in the Jinchuan Shrine - Ueno Shinnosuke.
Due to the inheritance ceremony, Jinchuan Shrine gave Pei Ziyun very high authority and could read most of the classics. Pei Ziyun naturally did not waste this opportunity and took advantage of it to read all the information he could.
Among these materials, Pei Ziyun remembered that there were several documents containing the information and deeds of all the samurai since the establishment of Jinchuan Shrine.
In the documents of Jingawa Shrine, Ueno Shinnosuke ranked second. The data records that Ueno Shinnosuke was not only a samurai, but also a famous swordsman at that time.
The most glorious achievement was to single-handedly kill seven samurai from other shrines. However, after Ueno Shinnosuke's death, there were very few such people in Jinkawa Shrine.
The statue looked coldly in the eyes, looked directly into Pei Ziyun's eyes, and suddenly drew the knife. The blade of the knife went from slow to fast for a moment, and then slashed down, as if a flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the air.
As soon as Pei Ziyun saw the cold light, the tip of the knife was about to stab his chest. This was a prepared knife. Regardless of speed, strength, or skill, his sword skills had obviously reached an unexpected level.
"The art of drawing swords?"
"This sword is already at the level of a master."
In Pei Ziyun's induction, he could see very clearly. When he hit the wooden sword, he only heard three "ding, ding, ding" sounds. Each time the sword was struck on the side, there was a sound of gold and iron, which was crisp and sweet. This move of the statue was a sure kill. It immediately tilted.
"Although there are some skills in drawing swords, it is the combination of drawing and attacking. Kensuke Goto, the founder of this swordsmanship, had his father killed by a master. At that time, he was not good at swordsmanship and strength, so he came up with it for revenge. This trick."
"To say that the weak defeated the strong is actually to surprise, or to cheat."
"As long as you are prepared, it is almost worthless. Later generations have never heard of a master dying from the sword drawing technique." Pei Ziyun said lightly.
The statue didn't respond at all, without any hesitation. He turned his wrist naturally, turned the tilted blade, and the cold light almost condensed into a crescent moon, and it pumped against the main artery in the neck, which was extremely exquisite.
"Good, like the shape of clouds, recalling the changes of the wind, or thinking nothing." Facing the statue's sword skills, Pei Ziyun secretly praised in his heart: "Sure enough, all sword skills are the same."
For Pei Ziyun, martial arts is a process from complexity to simplicity. There are thousands of them at the beginning, but when you reach the master level, you will find that all swordsmanship and swordsmanship coincide with each other, and there is no unique one.
The shape of clouds, recalling the changes of the wind, or not thinking, are the highest attainments of the Shen family's Thirty-Seven Postures. It is impossible for this statue to know, but this sword has the same essence, which is clear proof.
If it is so magical, I am afraid that there is nothing to learn, nothing to do, and no difference.
As Pei Ziyun leaned forward, the tip of the statue's knife brushed against his neck. But at this moment, the tip of the knife lowered and slashed diagonally towards Pei Ziyun's shoulder.
This knife falls like a waterfall, it is not fatal, but if it is hit by a knife, it will be injured. If it is injured, it will naturally be weakened.
The so-called killing with one strike is not nonsense to the same masters and laymen.
The statue that possesses Mitsuki Fukamatsu transforms into the most elite warrior in an instant.
"Sure enough, you give your strength and then reap it, and the warriors of all generations become a part of you!" Pei Ziyun naturally understood when he saw this scene, and he didn't have any anger about it.
If you join an organization and get promoted by the organization, you will naturally die for the organization.
The military is even more typical.
Every organization is like this. The company is just toning down and only harvesting money, but the company also gives little. The God’s move was originally above board and flawless, so what is there to be angry about
Gain strength, give up your life, justice will come to heaven and earth.
"It's not enough to just have the body, the soul of the warriors of the past, and the sword skills to penetrate the master!" Pei Ziyun lowered his head slightly, tiptoed, and leaned sideways. Not only did he avoid the sword, but he also broke into the statue. side of the body.
In an instant, every muscle in the entire body was unified, and the wooden knife flashed without any tricks, but it was just right. There was only a "pop" sound, and there was a bloody mouth on the shoulder of the statue, and little bits of blood mist were splashed in the air. The image is horrific.
"Death..." The statue of the god received this blow and retreated instead of advancing. The sword light turned. With this turn, the back stretched and contracted, the center of gravity shifted, and it slashed back during the ups and downs.
"Yan Hui Slash!" This move is a unique skill in swordsmanship. It uses the strength of the back, sinews, muscles, and momentum to make the fastest slash.
This move was not created by the Jinkawa Shrine, but by the samurai Gojohori Ryozo. Although this name is ordinary, he has talent and understanding in the way of the sword.
This move can chop down swallows that fly by.
"Yan Hui Zhan!" Almost at the same time, Pei Ziyun's posture was exactly the same, and an arc was drawn across it. It was based on the principles of nature, adapting to the situation, and reacting naturally to the enemy's movements.
The figures of the two people intertwined, and Pei Ziyun's face darkened. He saw that the sword was enough to cut open, but it did not cut into the skin. However, a bit of knife energy penetrated into the flesh, leaving only a white mark.
Mitsuki Fukamatsu, who was possessed by the idol, was even worse at this moment. Half of his chest was cut open with a knife, and blood was spurting out wantonly.
At this time, Mitsuki Fukamatsu seemed to wake up. Feeling the injuries all over his body, he endured the pain and shouted to Pei Ziyun: "Yamada-kun, save me!"
"I'm just an ordinary reporter who came here accidentally. Please, please save me!"
Saying that, Mitsuki Fukamatsu still wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Hmph, you still want to deceive me!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, and the cold light penetrated Fukamatsu Mitsuki's forehead. He only heard a "pop" sound, and a plume of blood exploded in the back of the head. The wooden knife passed through the head, penetrated the front and back, and broke A big hole was opened, revealing the tip of the knife at the back.
"I...how could I die..." Mitsuki Fukamatsu let out a scream. If you listen carefully, you can see that the screams were in chorus. Then his body was shocked and fell to the ground. He uttered these words. He didn't believe it until his death. will be killed.
After killing Mitsuki Fukamatsu, the entire hall fell silent. Pei Ziyun stared at the corpse and said, "Why, you still haven't come out?"
The body was motionless.
"Idiot, the gods are originally spiritual bodies. The death of the body does not mean that the gods are dead. But just now, didn't you feel good?"
"This is a demon sword. It already has the power to kill spirits, not to mention my power."
As he spoke, the body remained motionless.
"If you haven't moved yet, do you really think I'm deceiving you? Then go die!" Pei Ziyun's wooden knife flashed, and there was only a "pop" sound, and it pierced the corpse again, and then the corpse let out a scream, and there was a burst of blood in the wound. There was a puff of blood smoke. This blood smoke was very strange. It was white with blood and black air. When it came out, it quickly floated towards the exit, trying to escape.
But Pei Ziyun was not careless in the slightest. As soon as his figure flashed, he intercepted him and approached the smoke.
Seeing Pei Ziyun approaching, Xueyan screamed, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I am the foundation of the shrine!"
"Kill me and the Jinchuan Shrine will collapse!"
"It's too late." Pei Ziyun slashed down, and the bloody smoke was cut into two pieces. It let out a long scream, and with a sudden blast, it automatically turned into four pieces.
"No!"
Three streams of blood smoke disappeared, and the last one still had a ferocious face, and was sucked in unwillingly. The blood smoke disappeared, and the shrine suddenly shook.
But the shock subsided, and then the surroundings darkened and then quickly brightened again. Pei Ziyun looked around and saw that he was in a secret room.
In front of him was a stone corridor. Pei Ziyun stepped forward. At the end of the corridor were more than a dozen steps. Go up and you'll find the main hall.
The main hall is about 100 square meters. It is not as dark as the secret room. It has weak light. And it is different from the main hall just now. It is empty. There is no statue of the god. It only houses the body of the god (Goreishi), which is just a symbol. It is quite quiet. a feeling of.
Pei Ziyun only glanced at it, then opened the door and left the hall.
"Ah, Yamada-kun, are you out?" There was a young man outside. His attitude and tone were very respectful, but he also showed a slightly confused expression.
Didn’t you say you didn’t come out until early in the morning
It's still midnight.
"Please wait a moment. Please go to the opposite side to rest. I'll call someone over. What do you think?" The young man said and invited him into a rest room.
There was a large window, and the trees on the side of the road could be seen. The moonlight shone through, and he turned on the light again: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting - please have tea."
The young man put the black tea on the table and retreated. After a while, there were voices outside and lights came on continuously.
Then the retainers came with people.
Just by looking at it, the two of them put their hands on the ground and kowtowed: "Hideho Ogasawara and Atsushi Kamayama pay their respects to Yamada-don."
In fact, according to ancient etiquette, this is a bit wrong and not too respectful, but after all, we are now in a democratic society, so we cannot be harsh on this.
Behind the two people, the neatly arranged miko and samurai also bowed down together.
"Hey, if you recognize your master so quickly, is there any way to identify him?" Pei Ziyun thought, lowered his face and asked (￣_￣).
"Yamada-don is joking, you have received God's blessing, we can all feel it." Ogasawara Hideho kowtowed, looked around, and someone passed the bottle, and he poured wine for Pei Ziyun respectfully: "Yamada-don, I am the president of Ishimaru Club. I will need your strong support in the future. Please take care of me."
"Yamada-den!" Atsushi Kayama took the wine glass and offered it, "I am responsible for handling the relationship between Jinchuan Shrine and the believers. You can give me your orders."
This is the rule. Pei Ziyun took the wine glass and drank it, and asked: "I heard that the Qin Sheng family is in charge of the management rights of the shrine. Where is the person now?"
The two looked at each other, a little strange. Kazuo Serio was in charge of the management of the shrine. In fact, he was the leader of the three retainers and controlled the most resources of the Jinkawa Shrine.
You were there just now, why haven't you come yet
At this moment, someone ran over in panic and shouted: "Oh no, Mr. Qin Sheng and his son are all dead!"
(End of chapter)