"Then it is terrible!"

Aoki Moriwang's face turned red, and the short fight made him exert all his strength, but he didn't get much bargain.

The power of the shock from the Tai Dao was extremely great, and if he hadn't held the sword with both hands, he would probably have come out of his hands.

If that's the case, I'm afraid it's going to be bad.

"Hehe, hey, the seniors are also old and strong, and the juniors almost lost. ”

Tokyo swordsman Ryo Mizuno was also polite, and his aura was also a little disordered, but with his younger age than the other party and stronger recovery, he quickly stabilized.

The new Yin Ryu originated from the sword master Kamiizumi Nobutsuna, the most famous of which is Yagyu New Yin Ryu, which fused Kashima Shindang Ryu and Toda Itchi Sword Ryu to become the most important branch of the New Yin Ryu.

Mizuno Ryūkazu's swordsmanship is the new Yin Stream of Yanagi, and it is not surprising that you can trace back to the sword saint Kamiizumi Shinzuna, who is known as the sword master closest to the sword saint.

After all, in the new Yin Stream with a complete inheritance system, it is not uncommon for swordsmen to be close to the Sword Saint, for example, Yanagi Three Days Dog is one of the representatives, a three-sword master, which is quite an amazing existence.

"Then let the old man learn the tricks of the new Yin Flow!"

Aoki Mori took a deep breath and rubbed himself again.

The duel between the Toei samurai is quite like a modern air battle, with high attack and low defense, constantly approaching and quickly separating, and completing the final blow in rapid movement.

The figures were staggered, the katana was cold and shining, and everyone outside the field had to squint their eyes slightly.

"Come on, Grandpa, kill that guy who claims to be a sword master and chop him in eight pieces!"

Aoki Daisei, who was outside the court, brandished a sword and shouted cheers.

He felt that as long as he killed the Tokyo Sword Lord, who was known as the closest to the Sword Master, his grandfather could apply to the Emperor for the title of Sword Master and become the only Sword Master in modern times.

To be able to defeat the swordsman who is known as the closest to the Juggernaut, is it not the Juggernaut or what?

When I think that if my grandfather becomes a sword saint, then he is the grandson of the sword saint, hehe, just thinking about it makes me feel very emotional.

The sword light flashed on the field, and someone let out a muffled snort.

Still wrestling with his opponent, looking for an opportunity to strike a powerful blow, Aoki Mori staggered back a few steps, supported the ground with his sword, and barely stood firmly, and a foot-long cut appeared in the sword robe on his chest, which was quickly soaked by the liquid and the dampness quickly spread.

Tokyo swordsman Ryo Mizuno, who had his back to him, held the katana in one hand and pointed diagonally above his back, motionless, holding the scabbard in his left hand, leaving a deep sword mark at his waist, almost cutting off the entire sheath.

The scene was silent, and after only two or three rounds, it seemed that the winner had been decided.

"That's it!"

Tojo Munemoru clenched his fist fiercely.

The head of the Aoki family, who played in person, was hit hard.

They finally won this game, but they still didn't get rid of the stalemate that you win one game and I win one game.

Either side is in desperate need of a winning streak to finally lock in this life-and-death match.

"Grandpa!"

Aoki Dasei, who was dancing non-stop outside the court, was like a lightning strike, looking at his grandfather Aoki Mori with an unbelievable face and barely standing there, gasping for breath, his face became whiter and whiter, and the blood even dripped down the trouser hem onto the mat, staining the gray-white mat with blood again.

After several times of bloodstaining, no matter how thoroughly cleaned, there were inevitably faint traces on the floor mat.

"I'm sorry! Eleven, I, I'm ......"

In one breath, he failed to say the word "defeated", and Aoki Moriwang, who had a look of regret, collapsed.

The injury on his chest was not as simple as being cut off his ribs, and even being invaded by the knife qi in his lungs, and it was already very difficult to be able to support him until now.

The knives on both sides are extremely sharp, the hair can be broken by blowing, and the paper is self-divided, these are the most basic attributes, and it is easy to cut into the human body, tear the skin and flesh, and even the hard bones cannot resist the depth of the blade, and it will not even be much stronger than a biscuit.

With just one knife, Aoki Mori Wang was cut off his thoracic vertebrae and three or four ribs, and whether he can survive or not can only depend on whether God appreciates his face.

Sensing the movement behind him, Mizuno Ryūwa slowly withdrew his knife and turned around, his qi and blood were still boiling, and he did his best for Fang Cai's blow.

One of the three swordsmen of Osaka, there is no void under the fame, fortunately he did not despise it, otherwise he would have fallen now.

"Aoki-kun!" Kiyota Eleven let out a sad cry and hurriedly shouted, "We admit defeat, hurry, save him!"

As soon as he shouted to admit defeat, the medical personnel on standby outside the arena rushed into the arena as before, carried the unconscious Aoki Mori Nozomi on a stretcher, and began to send him to the tent operating room for first aid.

No matter which side of the person, as long as there is one breath left, they will get the most professional rescue treatment, as for whether they can survive, three points depend on the physique, five points look at the injury, and the rest depends on the providence.

Although he is in the second middle school, Aoki Daisei attaches great importance to family affection, and when his grandfather's life and death are uncertain, he draws his sword and points to the Tokyo swordsman in the field, and shouts: "Yaga! Mizuno Ryowa, I want to fight you to the death." ”

"Dacheng, don't!"

Where can Shirata Eleven stop the young man in the second middle school who was carried away by anger.

Aoki Daisei rushed out with the sword in his hand, and then ...... A small gas cylinder rolled under his feet, and the horn chirped and fell into the mud.

It can be confirmed that this middle two sword idiots committed gas cylinders, and Mu was saved.

"Hey, hey, you're alright!"

Li Xiaobai's hand slipped a little, and the small gas cylinder that was about to set up the caster rolled out, and landed right at the feet of the angry middle two youth, and this time it hurt even on the grass.

"Hmm!"

Dachengjun was still dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and he didn't wake up at all.

The people of the Aoki family hurriedly hugged their arms and pulled their legs and dragged the goods back.

This life-and-death battle is related to the future fate of the two families, every game needs to be carefully considered, and it is not easy to barely maintain the situation of winning and losing each other.

"Ryowa in Shimizuno, accompany me at any time!"

Tokyo Kenhao, who was standing in the arena, responded to Aoki's battle, and without a trace of emotional fluctuations, his gaze swept over Kiyota and Aoki, as if a predator at the top of the food chain was looking at the weak prey.

Except for Aoki Moriwang, the others were not taken into his eyes at all, and among the people on the other side...... I'm afraid there is no one who can fight.

"Hahahaha, Mizuno-kun, in my eyes, you are the real Sword Saint, Mizuno Sword Saint!"

Tojo Somori, who pulled back a game, laughed, and the sycophants who didn't want money were like the sea water in Tokyo Bay, and the waves were endless.

Shinichi Naito echoed: "Yes, yes, Aoki is one of the most famous swordsmen in Kansai, defeating him is really no different from a sword master, Tojo-kun, or we can operate for Mizuno-kun and win a sword master title from the emperor." ”

"This is a must, Mizuno Sword Saint, my first Sword Saint of Dadongying, hahaha!"

The name of the sword saint is not only a representative of force, but more importantly, the official recognition, if you can befriend a sword saint, it is also quite beneficial to the family, Tojo Somori and Naito Shin sang and touted, so that the corners of Mizuno Nobukazu's mouth were slightly raised.

Young man, he still doesn't have much resistance to sycophants.

"No, you can't let them be powerful, family master, let me go!"

Onmyoji Saito Shinkai changed color, and the balance of morale was tilting a little bit, but it was not conducive to Kiyota and Aoki's side.

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