When the blades intersected, Zuocun immediately felt something was wrong.
Nagakura Shinhara looks a slim type.
But what burst out from such a slender body was a huge force that Zuocun had almost never seen before.
Zuocun retreated. This kind of power-type swordsmanship was completely self-inflicted in confrontation with him.
He recalled in his mind in surprise.
All I can remember is that there are only three "people" who are stronger than Shingakura.
That is Miss Aaron, Bear Demon and Tianyin Ghost Star Xiong Xuena.
Nagakura Shinhara...the real monster-level monster power.
"Hey--"
Nagakura Shinba took the initiative to approach Zuocun.
Table Tennis—
Bang-
Zuocun was injured in his left shoulder and could only hold a knife in his right hand and fight and retreat.
"Is the Feather Ghost Slash only at this level-!" Nagakura Shinhata raised his sword with a crazy smile--
Table Tennis—
"Well--!"
Zuomura pressed the wrist of his left hand against the back of the knife, but was still suppressed by Nagakura Shinhata and retreated backwards.
With the blade staggered, Zuocun fell backwards.
But he didn't panic, but turned his body directly-
The left arm is supported on the ground, and the crane hut is from bottom to top—
Nagakura Shinba Angami almost avoided this knife, but behind the blade was Zuocun's feet.
Zuocun's body was like a windmill, and it made a big spin on the ground, kicking Nagakura Shinhara's chin.
"Uh--"
Nagakura Shinba staggered and retreated involuntarily.
Zuocun stood upside down on the ground, exerting force with both hands, and several somersaults were flipped, looking at Nagakura Shinhata from afar.
"It's a couple of tricks." Nagakura Shinhata wiped the corner of his mouth.
Zuocun was speechless and jumped high.
What to do when encountering a powerful swordsman?
Avoid his edge?
No.
Avoiding his edge will only retreat step by step.
There is only one way.
Use a stronger and heavier sword than the opponent.
"New feather wheel."
"One of the best!" Zuocun endured the pain in his left shoulder and held the hilt of He Hui's knife with both hands.
"Ho huh, it's interesting, that's right, Zuocun Annuo!"
Nagakura Shinbada laughed.
Let you see the secret sword technique of the Shinto Unconscious Flow.
Put the knife beside him, Nagakura Shinhata, and step forward.
boom--
Cracked on the ground.
"The mystery of the unthinking flow of the Shinto--"
The eyes of Ya Zi were split, and the momentum of Nagakura Shinba was condensed.
"Heliu—!!!"
"Wu Nian Ming Wang Qi—!!!"
Thunder fell - hit a wildfire!
Buzz —
boom!!!!!!
Zuocun's hairband was directly blown off by the strong sword wind, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.
The two of them gritted their teeth and roared.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Zheng--
The two people are dispersed.
Nagakura Shinhata covered his chest and knelt on the ground.
"Puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
“…I lost.”
A vertical wound appeared in Nagakura Shinhara's chest.
thump.
Nagakura Shinhata lay on the ground and lost consciousness.
Zuocun covered his waist.
On the right side of his hip bone, Nagakura Shingai made a big hole.
"Drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—drink—dr
He gasped violently and knelt on one knee.
In addition to the wound on the waist, due to the violent movements, the wound on Zuocun's face and the wound on his shoulder were further torn.
"Captain Nagakura-Captain Okina--!!!"
"Hey--"
He kicked Zuocun from somewhere. Zuocun barely reflected on it. His wrists overlapped to protect his chest, but he was still kicked far away.
"...Who is it?" Zuocun raised his head and looked at the position just now.
Three more people appeared on the battlefield.
Two people know themselves, and one they don’t know.
As soon as Saito went to check the situation of Nagakura Shinhara, Inoue Genzaburo helped Okita to the side.
A bald monk soldier with a hood and a spear, but with a light onion-colored feather, glared at Zuocun.
"...Report the name!" Zuocun stood up, looked at the monk soldier with a smile.
"The captain of the tenth team in the new group." The monk soldier played a spear and made a gesture, "Yes, Shinosuke Harada!"
The weapon he was holding should not be robbed, but a composite long-handled weapon that combines many types of weapons.
"......Is the Treasure Academy's gun storm?" Zuocun no longer wanted to speak more.
"Rebel, come here!"
Harada Zuosuke rushed towards Zuomura with a spear.
"Harada!" Inoue was startled, but when he saw Zuocun covered in blood, he couldn't say anything.
To be continued...