Chapter 215 Fifty Years Is Too Long, We Have to Fight for the Day

During the battle between Yoshitaka and his group and the samurai, the splendid Daimyo Mansion had already been ruined.

But at this moment, whether it was the samurai or the ghosts, in everyone's eyes, the surrounding broken walls and ruins were covered with a layer of black fog that was hard to see, and the visibility in front of them was only a few meters.

It was like entering a certain realm, like stepping into another world, there was no insect chirping, no breathing, no enemies, only the endless sound of rain, and the sound of one's own heartbeat, everything seemed as quiet as death.

The sense of fear gradually surged in their hearts, and no one dared to act casually in such an environment, otherwise they would not know whether they were killed by their companions or died in the hands of the enemy.

Unfortunately, although the cover of the black fog made the ghosts unable to see, and even the sound seemed to be covered by the black fog, their sensitive sense of smell and intuition like wild animals were their best compass.

The smell of the samurai was extremely clear to them, and the unique smell of their companions was more familiar to them. This situation of being unable to see things made these evil ghosts regain the characteristics and advantages of being silent in the dark night.

So, it was just a short pause, and dozens of ghosts focused their senses on smell, and instantly rushed out to bite the source of the samurai's smell.

For a moment, screams and wails were mixed into the noisy and chaotic rain.

Puff! !

In the near center of the black fog, Sanchuan swung his sword without looking back and slashed at the black shadow behind him.

The severed head rolled down and hit the ground with a muffled sound, and there was also a crisp sound of armor hitting the ground.

——That was just a samurai who rushed into Sanchuan's alert range in a panic.

"... Ninjutsu? Mist Hidden Technique?"

Sanchuan's brows gradually frowned, and the scar on his forehead became ferocious. His eyes were like a beast, peeling off the black fog in front of him.

No, this is not the Mist Hidden Technique, and he would not give Yoshitaka a chance to seal.

That is the unsealed ninjutsu? It can't be swordsmanship, right?

Suddenly, as if he noticed something, Sanchuan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly checked his meridians.

This black mist, when inhaled into the body, will actually corrode the chakra? !

Realizing this, Sanchuan slowed down his breathing and forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

He slightly separated his feet, slowly raised the sword above his head, pointed the blade forward, and his eyes passed through the blade, cutting into the black mist in front of him. His robe was blown up by the wind in the rain, and at the same time, he closed his eyes.

He knew very well that vision was useless in this environment. Closing his eyes could make the five senses other than vision clearer.

Snap... Snap...

He stepped on the waterlogged ground, moving his feet slightly to be alert to the surroundings, making a slight splashing sound.

Every pore on Sanchuan's body was stretching, feeling the coldness of the wet mist licking his skin wantonly.

Without a doubt, this was the most favorable combat environment for Yoshitaka.

He could not sense any murderous intent in the black mist, and a figure might jump out and attack him at any time, but Sanchuan's steps were still steady, and his perception as a swordsman had spread to several meters around him.

Even if someone really jumped up from the shadows and slashed at him the next moment, it would definitely not be him who was cut in two.

"Yitaka."

Suddenly, Mifune tightened his knife and said for no reason, "I know you can hear me. Do you think that you are worthy of being called a swordsman with such a mean trick?"

As the voice uttered, Mifune stopped and focused on hearing perception.

The cold voice lingered in the fog for a long time, and no one answered. He was still waiting patiently, but under the armor, something seemed to be slowly moving.

Those were muscles ready to go. His whole body curled up slightly, like a caracal waiting for a mouse to poke its head out of a hole, just for the bite that would break out in a while.

This was a test and also a provocation.

If Yoshitaka didn't intend to respond to him, then he would still be helpless against him and could only stand here, waiting for him to make a move and passively fight.

If Yoshitaka responded...

"Then this battle will end very quickly." Mifune thought.

The next moment after the thought came up, the voice really sounded.

"Mifune, have you read Musashi's "Hyōdō Mirror" and "Gorinsho"? "

Yoshitaka's voice seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to be as far away and near as clouds and smoke, and it was hard to understand.

Mifune's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes flickered, and while groping for the source of the voice, he continued to speak: "My teacher was once defeated by Musashi's 'Niten Ichiryu', so I naturally understand Musashi's swordsmanship concept."

"Gorinsho" and "Hyōdō Mirror" are Musashi's works, the former is a "book of military tactics" and the latter is a "book of swordsmanship".

Yuyin's assassination technique was modified on its basis, and Mifune naturally studied and studied the concepts in it.

"In this case, do you think "Gorinsho" is more important, or "Hyōdō Mirror" is more important?

Yoshitaka's voice came again, and Mifune's searching eyes stagnated, staying in the front left direction, and said: "Of course, "Hyōdō Mirror" is more important. "

His vision could not see in this environment, but he still locked onto Yoshitaka's position, perhaps relying on sound or intuition.

"Sure enough, in your eyes, swordsmanship is more important than military tactics." Yoshitaka's tone was smiling.

"Military tactics are just a side job, and swordsmanship is the key to victory."

Mifune narrowed his eyes, locked onto that direction, and deliberately asked back, "Do you think that learning military tactics well and using those despicable means can make up for the gap in swordsmanship?"

"Yes, the importance of kendo lies in the basics, steps, postures, and moves. Practice diligently for fifty years. Unfortunately, for those of us who are in danger of losing our future, fifty years is too long, so..."

At this point, Yoshitaka paused and his tone suddenly turned cold:

"We have to fight for the day!"

As soon as the words fell, the short sword slashed out silently from the black fog, drawing a sword arc that was thinner than the rain.

Not in front of him, but behind him.

Long before the words came out of Yoshitaka's mouth, the short sword had already come behind Mifune.

Rain Breath·Four Form·Silent Moisturizing Things!

Yitaka's knife, full of murderous intent, seemed to have broken through the limit in speed.

The wind barrier brought up by the short sword rolled up the rain and mist like a dragon and python and splashed towards Mifune!

At this speed, any ninja, even the elite among the great ninjas, would be beheaded directly if they were not prepared.

However, Mifune was not a ninja, but a swordsman. It could even be said that he was the strongest swordsman in the entire ninja world.

The moment the words fell, Mifune moved without hesitation.

He saw the black short knife coming with white mist and flowing air, so he gently sidestepped and avoided the knife track with a tiny movement.

The short knife almost passed in front of his neck, and the famous sword Kurosawa in his hand cut from bottom to top, and was about to take advantage of the momentum to cut off the arm stretched out in the black mist.

But at this moment, a sense of horror surged into Mifune's heart, and instantly made his hair stand up.

The short knife that was just a hair's breadth away and should have passed by, the black rain mist lingering on the blade, actually made Mifune feel a stinging chill.

If Yunchuan was here, he would be able to recognize that this move was very similar to the most basic sword move in Tai Chi sword.

——White Rainbow Crossing the Stream.

White Rainbow Crossing the Stream, not one sword, but two swords.

This is a complete set of continuous sword styles. After "Silent Moistening", "Rain" will naturally become...

"Rain Breathing·Type 5·Clear Rainbow in the Mist!"

Yitaka's tone was cold, and a clear sound came from the blade, turning the rain and mist into a sword blade.

At this moment, Sanchuan's pupils shrank, reflecting the cold light that stabbed at him. At an almost unbelievable speed, his feet slammed on the water on the ground.

Bang! !

Sanchuan's figure disappeared on the spot, and a large pit appeared on the ground. The crack extended for several meters and raised rain and mist.

"Ah!!"

The blood splashing in the air fell on the ground like an arrow. Sanchuan screamed subconsciously and flew backwards!

In the air, you can see a stream of blood as red as a rose flowing from his eyes. It was a hole so small that it was almost invisible, but it directly pierced his left eye.

A knife cut a thrilling blood mark on his face, and the heavy rain could even wet the black, bloody scarlet eye sockets!

Just a little bit, the knife almost pierced through his head.

"Die!"

In shock and anger, the furious and violent Mifune had a ferocious face. He no longer cared about the erosion of the black fog, and vented most of the few chakras in his body. The white sword blade was thrown out from the famous sword Kurosawa in his hand.

Crack! Crack!

The sword light wrapped in the wild hunting airflow expanded several times after it was thrown out, and a thick and long gully was drawn on the ground. The stone chips splashed around and smashed up pieces of rain and fog, which were about to cover Yoshitaka in the distance.

But in the next moment, the figure was like smoke and fog, with his toes tapping on the ground and moving backwards. The surrounding black rain and fog gathered towards him, and his figure instantly disappeared in the black fog.

And the Sky-Splitting Slash that Mifune swung once again was like a drop in the ocean, failing to stir up the slightest wave in the fog.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Mifune didn't care about his left eye that was still bleeding, and he clenched the knife with both hands, making a sound that made people's teeth ache. The calmness on his face from beginning to end finally disappeared, and turned into a gloomy and angry look.

"Shameless villain! Come out and face me!" He said in a somewhat inappropriate and hateful voice, "Don't you have even a trace of the dignity of a swordsman?!"

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of experience and attainments, he is the strongest swordsman in the entire ninja world.

However, facing this half-baked swordsman and ninja who had been looked down upon by him, facing such a depressed situation, he finally tore off the high and peaceful mask, revealing the deep anger that had been hidden in the dry well for several years.

However, facing Mifune's almost unreasonable questioning, Yoshitaka did not state his ideas as before, but gave the response that Mifune wanted.

"In that case, I'll give you this chance."

As Yoshitaka's voice reached Mifune's ears, new changes occurred again in the rain and fog. The whistling wind was as turbulent as the tide, and the rain that had originally fallen vertically fell diagonally.

In a place that Mifune could not see, white mist rose from Yoshitaka's body, and the sweat of the spring was evaporated by the high temperature in an instant.

The skin all over his body was like heated steel, and the blood in his blood vessels seemed to be really burning, flowing freely like thawing spring water.

The potential in every cell was released in a rush, and every cell breathed freely like a spring bud breaking through a stone, and unparalleled power surged in his limbs.

Everything in Yoshitaka's eyes was extremely clear. He entered a state of full concentration again, as if he was free from the constraints of an iron chain, breathing unscrupulously, allowing every fiber of his body to stretch freely.

"Rain Breathing·Land Type·Listening to the Tide."

The three stripes felt a slight burning pain, and his senses became active. It seemed that there was only the sound of rain around him, and the black dagger in his hand, and his senses seemed to be amplified tenfold.

Under this perception, he will break through the speed limit at any time in the past.

"Huh!"

Pushing his ability to a new height again, Yoshitaka slowly exhaled a hot white breath, lowered his eyebrows and said: "If you can block it, then block it, Mifune, the general of the Iron Country."

As soon as the voice fell, a roar exploded.

"Rain Breathing·Seventh Type·Rain Mist!"

Yitaka felt that the sound of rain around him was stretched to the extreme and melodious, as if dancing in the air, and the surrounding black fog was kneaded and changed like rubber.

The black fog lingered on the dagger and turned into a clearly visible knife pattern, spreading on the blade like spider patterns, showing its hideousness.

Yitaka poured all his murderous intent into the blow, like a black python passing through the rain curtain in the sky.

But at this moment, Yoshitaka clearly saw that Mifune's pupils moved.

Although the knife was extremely fast, Sanchuan had already been prepared after Yoshitaka's reminder.

Facing the murderous intent that was like a flood, Sanchuan turned around and drew out a knife in the sky-high tide, and the long knife groaned as he was pinched and pulled.

All the chakra in his body was released at this moment, and the white knife arc that pulled out the extreme scream in the air was like a giant waving his arms to shake the surging python!

Boom! !

The two knives shook out huge force and circular air waves, pushing Sanchuan back half a meter, and the ground under his feet with water collapsed instantly.

But the next moment, under Sanchuan's cold and ferocious gaze, the short knife in Yoshitaka's hand, which was already broken, could no longer withstand the sharpness of the famous sword and Yoshitaka's speed.

Crack!

With a cry, it was completely broken into two pieces.

This knife cut at the gap of the short knife, which was exactly Sanchuan's real purpose.

Mifune, who had expected this, ignored the broken and cracked palm, ignored the pain of his right eye being pierced, and ignored the blood flowing from the blade fragments into the flesh!

Without any pause, he unhesitatingly let go of the famous sword in his hand that opened a victory for himself, and clenched his fist.

"Give me, die!!"

He took a step forward and punched at Yoshitaka's neck in front of him with a full-strength fist, with a ferocious face, as if he wanted to bite it off!

At this moment, Yoshitaka had no time to retract his strength.

At this critical moment, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes passed over Mifune's shoulder and raised to the black fog lingering in the distance.

Yoshitaka never understood why Mifune always called himself a swordsman, and why he thought that swordsmen were all upright.

At least, Yoshitaka always felt and said that he was a villain, a villain who would do anything to achieve his goals.

Behind Mifune's blind spot, a figure cut through the black fog, as if cutting through the cold rain curtain. An angry face was reflected in Yoshitaka's eyes, and his right foot kicked out, bringing up a blood mist, as if cutting through the rain mist and even space.

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Scythe Sky Split!"

At this moment, Mifune also sensed the evil wind behind him, and watched with bloodshot eyes as Yoshitaka tried his best to turn sideways, watching his fist hit Yoshitaka's chest, and couldn't help but curse: "I have never seen such shamelessness..."

Before he could finish his words, Asa's attack from behind him arrived.

Puff! !