Chapter 1979 Two kinds of [unparalleled in the world]
"Saber, Samura Anno, who appears in this strange world..."
The other Saber looked at the servant who suddenly appeared in this place, and called out the other person's name in a low and sullen voice.
Saber, Anno Samura.
"Ah? Samura Anno? Is it the same Samura Anno who is evaluated as unparalleled in the world like me?"
Musashi's eyes widened.
"No, if we talk about sword skills, I'm afraid I'm no match for Mr. Musashi."
Samura admitted this very simply, took a few steps back, stood with Miyamoto Musashi and Hohoin Yinshun, and looked at the six figures on the other side.
"My swordsmanship is nothing more than some clumsy tricks, nothing worth mentioning."
"Besides, now is not the time to talk about this."
He glanced back.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and the two children were a little stunned, not yet understanding what was going on.
"Leave this place to Your Excellency Yishun and me... No, maybe just leave it to me alone."
As if feeling uneasy, Zuo Cun took a step forward after a brief moment of sinking, and walked a step in front of Yinshun of the Treasure House.
"Lord Zuocun, what do you mean by this? Is it because you have no intention of fighting alongside Yishun?"
Treasure Courtyard Yishun's eyes became sharper and he took a step forward.
"Fight side by side with His Excellency Yishun, who has reached the realm of gods and Buddhas. I believe that no martial artist will refuse. But in this situation... forget it. In short, Lord Musashi, please lead me quickly."
Let the living leave."
Samura pointed his crane at Saber, who was standing in front of the other party, with a shudder in his tone.
"This is...the battlefield of the dead."
Musashi glanced at the backs of Zuomura Annuo and Hohoin Yinshun, and gritted his teeth.
"Ritsuka, take Azai and Tasuke - let's go quickly!"
.......
"Ah la la, it's such an extremely sharp knife...and, on that knife, there is an extremely annoying aura of my concubine, the ghost slayer."
Berserker, who was decapitated by Zuomura with a knife, was thrown into hell. At some point, his head had returned to his neck, and he started to speak again.
She was indeed smiling, but there was a hint of creepiness in her laughter.
"...As expected of a metamorphosis, how could he still survive after being beheaded? It's so terrifying..."
Treasure Court Yinshun gritted his teeth.
Just now, Samura Anno, who relied on the Hyakutori-ryu swordsmanship learned from countless birds, truly cut off the head of the evil spirit named Zhonghe Jigoku.
but--
The other party is not dead.
As if nothing had happened, he picked up his head from the ground and put it in its original position. There was no delay at all and he could speak again. He didn't even suffer any serious injuries.
"The heroic swordsmen cannot be killed by ordinary means. Until a method that can definitely kill them is found, they are absolutely immortal and cannot be killed by any method."
Zuocun didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Yinshun of the Treasure House.
His sword was indeed pointing forward, but the opponent's six-horse heroic swordsman made no move.
"Aren't you going to attack us?"
Hohowon Yoonsun’s hand holding the Jumonji Gun moved a little.
"It seems that you understand our way of existence very well, Samura Anno."
The unknown Saber said in a dull voice, looking at Zuomura from under the thick robe, with murderous intent undoubtedly in her eyes.
"But - do you think you can stop us with your famed sword skills?"
"It's pointless, it's really pointless, even the real [Unparalleled] Miyamoto Musashi can't stop us, with you——"
Miyamoto Musashi and Samura Anno were both called "unparalleled in the world" because in their respective eras, both of them achieved sword skills that no one could match in the world.
but--
The times are different, the mysteries are different, the opponents are different, and their true strength is naturally different.
Compared with these sword masters, sword masters, and even sword ghosts who are obsessed with swords and even dedicate their lives to killing, Zuo Cun's sword is simply weak.
Times are different. In the past, no matter how you killed people, you always killed them within this country. Even in troubled times, the country was not in danger. In addition to monsters and monsters, the only things it had to face were swords, so including palaces.
Sword masters including Moto Musashi can ignore everything else and devote everything they have to sword skills and killing.
For Musashi, the sword is the greatest, no matter what it is, it cannot be compared with the sword.
But Zuocun is different. Zuocun's sword has everything except - no sword.
At the end of the Tokugawa period, the world was in chaos, the country was in danger, and foreigners were watching eagerly. Although the enemies of the sword no longer transformed into evil spirits, guns and cannons were in a sense more difficult to deal with.
That era was more turbulent than any other era.
Therefore, that era did not allow the emergence of samurai who regarded the sword as everything.
They want to honor the king, they want to overthrow the curtain, and they want to renew. What is more fierce than the collision of swords is ideas.
Samura combined the two, formed an alliance with the other three, and carried out everything he did - until he finally failed, and perhaps the only thing he could be praised for was his sword skills.
An unparalleled man in the world who is addicted to the sword, pours everything into the sword, and his life's goal is just to challenge and kill constantly.
A world without a sword in his heart is unparalleled. For him, the sword is just a tool to implement his ideas. He can put it down at any time as long as he wants to.
Make a decision.
"Haha...I don't deny it."
Zuo Cun laughed.
"But, just like I can't kill you, you... can't get over my high wall."
"Although I don't know the person I'm looking for, where he hides himself, and what kind of skin he hides under, but... he must die."
The Heroic Swordsman is inseparable from the person he is looking for, and Zuo Cun knows this.
But whether it was the Seven Heroes of the Heroic Spirit Swordsmen or the magician himself - he didn't quite know.
The information currently available is too limited, but Zuo Cun doesn't mind cutting them off one by one.
In this aspect alone, he may be similar to those sword masters of the previous era.
In other words, Zuo Cun is particularly outstanding in terms of not treating people as human beings. Although those people he really doesn't treat as human beings are really not human beings.
After listening to Zuo Cun's words, the Six Cavalry Heroic Swordsmen suddenly started to move.
"Your Excellency Zuomura Annuo, these transformations...?"
"I can't stop them, and neither can you."
Zuo Cun said simply and directly.
"Now we can only try our best to block these monsters in this place."
"However, Your Excellency Yishun..."
Zuo Cun looked like he was having trouble talking about something.