Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Yang Ge slashed with his sword, and the sword energy flowed down like a waterfall!

The two Japanese masters below swung their swords vertically to slash the dark gold sword energy. The sword energy was as cold as the north wind.

boom!

The three blades of sword energy died together, and the remaining energy was like a curtain of light, setting off a hurricane that spread out in all directions.

The two Japanese masters who did not expect Yang Ge's sword to be so powerful suddenly stopped rising into the sky. Their hands were shaking so much that they could hardly grasp the katana in their hands.

Before the remaining energy had dissipated, Yang Ge's figure, shrouded in Jin Zhong's aura, suddenly broke out of the remaining energy and struck him with a lighter than a feather move as fast as lightning that had just ambushed him in the pile of corpses. That Japanese master.

The Japanese master reacted very quickly. He stepped on the clogs with his legs in the air, and moved forward without retreating. Holding the knife in both hands, he faced Leng Yue's sword without hesitation.

And another Japanese master who made Yang Ge feel dangerous and the hair on the back of his head stood up did not waste the opportunity created by feeding a tiger with his body. He sheathed the sword with his backhand, stepped into the air with his feet, and turned into a wind-like sword. The afterimage swept towards Yang Ge from the side.

Cut against the wind with one strike!

Iai·Unkiri!

The former's samurai sword had just collided with Leng Yue's sword. Before all the force had been poured out, he brazenly used his left hand to grab Yang Ge's right arm and locked him tightly... This grasp looked like a gangster. The gangsters tore at each other, but in fact they were the elite swordsmen of the New Yin-ryu he created.

The former had just locked Yang Ge's right arm, and had already swept to the Japanese master on Yang Ge's left side. Then he slashed towards Yang Ge's neck with a knife that was silent and fast enough that there was no afterimage.

Yang Ge couldn't see the opponent's blade, but he could feel the terrifying sharpness coming towards him.

At the critical moment, Yang Ge exploded with veins all over his head and waved his right arm with all his strength, throwing the Japanese master who locked his right arm towards the sharp energy coming towards him. At the same time, he used the tearing force to change the two sides He tried to move the Japanese master who had locked his arms in front of him.

However, even if his reaction was fast enough and his burst of strength was ferocious enough, it was still a little late in the face of this hurricane's sword.

Pfft.

The sharp samurai sword cut off the arm that was locking Yang Ge. The blade cut through the protective aura of the golden bell. The blade cut off a chin-sized piece of flesh on his left shoulder. The tip of the blade scraped the aorta in his neck. It passed before his Adam's apple.

Bang.

Yang Ge kicked the Japanese master who had broken his arm hard in the chest with a spring leg. Amidst the crisp sound of bones, the Japanese master's chest collapsed on the spot, flying backwards and hitting the Japanese master who was using the Iai Slash. , blood spilled in the sky.

And Yang Ge also used the counter-shock force of this leg to do a somersault flexibly in mid-air and fall downwards.

boom.

Yang Ge fell to the ground with a strong sword energy, killing a large number of Japanese soldiers.

He looked through the crowd of heads in front of him and stared at the two Japanese masters who landed next. He reached out and wiped his neck, and his hands were covered with blood.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at his left shoulder. The heavy flow of blood could not hide the traces of bones in the blood... This knife turned him into a high and low shoulder.

That's awesome!

He sighed lowly, and casually sealed several large points around his left shoulder to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he cut off the sleeves of his shirt wrapped around his waist with a knife, and bandaged himself as if no one was around. Countless Japanese soldiers were surrounding him with swords and guns. He shouted all kinds of hysterical dialect slogans loudly, but he tried his best to squeeze himself into the crowd and push his comrades in front of Yang Ge.

On that side, the two Japanese masters who landed on the ground briefly treated the wound of the Japanese master who had broken his arm, and then they separated again and disappeared into the tide of Japanese soldiers.

But it doesn't matter, Yang Ge has memorized the aura of the Japanese master who almost cut off his head with a knife. Although he cannot accurately find his location among thousands of Japanese soldiers, he can still distinguish his approximate location.

The five elements of vitality encompass almost all things. Among these vitality, distinguishing a powerful aura as cold as a snow-capped mountain is as easy as looking for a flame in the dark night.

Still want to come?

The corners of Yang Ge's lips twitched slightly, and a ferocious smile slowly crept up to the corners of his eyes, dyeing his eyes red.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the Gengjin True Qi around him surged like blazing flames. In an instant, thousands of fragments of the remaining soldiers floated up, surrounding Yang Ge like a swarm of bees.

He jumped three feet high and fixed his gaze on the general direction where the Japanese master was hiding. Thousands of fragments of the remaining soldiers immediately gathered into a sword-crazed dragon and spun down. Countless Japanese soldiers were instantly dissolved in the sword-crazed dragon's rotation. The work turned into a cloud of blood mist, with severed limbs and broken corpses flying all over the sky.

Dang Dang Dang...

In the blood mist, a ray of bright sword light rose into the sky, and used extremely superb sword skills to calmly and unhurriedly swing away the fragments of the remaining soldiers.

When Yang Ge saw this, he swung Leng Yue's sword and struck out a forty-meter blade of energy, striking the Japanese master from a distance.

When the sword came out, before the sword energy hit the ground, a figure suddenly shot out from among the Japanese soldiers surging beside him. He swung the sword and launched a 30-meter bright sword energy, and struck Yang Ge: Haha!

You're the one I've been waiting for!

Yang Ge smoothly held a sword and shot out a forty-meter sword energy. He turned around and slashed at the thirty-meter sword energy. At the same time, he used the kung fu of a thousand-jin drop to descend quickly: Break!

Leng Yue's sword struck the thirty-meter sword aura, but there was no explosion of sword energy. There was only a dazzling sword light on the blade that was so bright that it was difficult to see directly. It easily cut through the thirty-meter sword aura, just like a sharp blade cutting a horse. Just like that, with his rapid descent, he split the thirty-meter sword in half.

clang!

The pressing down Lengyue sword struck hard on the raised katana. The powerful force pressed the katana hard on the chest of the Japanese master who had broken his arm. The Japanese master who had already suffered heavy injuries took a mouthful of blood. Sprayed on Yang Ge's face, most of the energy he had aroused dissipated in an instant.

Bang.

Yang Ge pressed the Japanese master with his sword and slammed it into the crowd of Japanese soldiers, killing a group of Japanese soldiers and clearing a large open space.

The Japanese master who had lost all power to fight back was lying at his feet, with thick red blood spurting out from his mouth and nose. However, he still tried his best to support the sword with one arm and hold the sword of Lengyue, as if he was still looking forward to it. A miracle happens...

Yang Ge glanced at him, and it was only then that he saw clearly the appearance of this Japanese master... He had a tall and straight figure that was very rare among Japanese pirates, and his body was as clear as carved muscles. It looked like he had been practicing hard for many years. When he came out, there was still a trace of old-fashioned and majestic look on his cheeks with thick eyebrows and heavy beard.

It can be seen that this person was also a high-ranking and uncompromising figure in Japan in the past.

Yang Ge looked directly into his unwilling eyes, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually widened. He raised his leg and kicked off his only remaining arm. Then he bent down and grabbed the bun behind his Tsukiyo head. He picked up his mud-like body and pointed his face in a certain direction. The Leng Yue sword was placed on his neck and pulled back and forth several times before cutting off his head.

This Japanese master did not utter a cry until his death, but stared straight ahead, as if he could not believe that his most respected teacher would not save him even if he died...

So heartless?

Yang Ge laughed and expressed the last question in his heart: He died to help you!

He picked up the dead head in his hand and smashed it against the Japanese soldiers surging in front of him. The head, which was covered by the sword energy, pierced several Japanese soldiers in succession and fell into a big, skinny hand.

The owner of this big, skinny hand has an old face with soft lines, which gives people a feeling of being old-fashioned and kind. At this moment, there is no expression on the old face, and a pair of deep eyes are like an old well. No wave, he looked directly at the head in his hand for several breaths, then sighed softly, gently closed his eyes with his thin left hand, and said softly in a deep voice: Shangquan-kun , you have shed your last drop of blood for Fusang...

The Japanese soldiers around the two men tried their best to retreat, and squeezed out a space for the two of them in the crowded crowd.

Yang Ge stared at the thin figure intently, adjusting his posture slowly, preparing to enjoy the next hearty battle...

Yang Ge didn't know whether the dead burly Japanese master could reach the threshold of the top seven in China's list of heroes.

He only knows that in his prime, this person should be better than Xiang Wudi. Even Wang Lin, the East Heavenly King of the White Lotus Sect who died under his sword, was even better. If it were a head-on battle, this person would be able to survive thirty moves under him no matter what. .

It's a pity that this person is a little weak-minded, and he didn't put himself in a position of being evenly matched with him from the beginning. Instead, he was dominated by this skinny Japanese master.

When one's morale is weak, it's great to be able to achieve seven out of ten abilities.

The skinny Japanese master in front of him gave Yang Ge a somewhat complicated feeling.

According to the strength of his aura, this person's aura is not as good as that of Tong Ying, the peerless master of the Royal Horse Prison whom he encountered on the Bianhe River in Huai'an.

But the pressure and threats this person put on him were even worse than those of Tong Ying in the past!

How do you describe that feeling...

Just like Tong Ying is a fat man who is two meters tall and weighs about three hundred kilograms. Even if he is puffy, the absolute difference in height and weight will still give people a huge sense of oppression!

And this skinny Japanese master is like a powerful Muay Thai master who is less than seven feet tall but has polished many joints in his body into murderous weapons. Even though his height and weight are far less than that of the fat man who weighs about 300 kilograms, he is still It will give people a very extreme sense of danger!

Combined with the extremely fast and extremely ferocious blow this person had just made, Yang Ge felt that there was nothing wrong with his judgment!

Not long after, the skinny Japanese master who carefully placed the head on the ground stood up, bowed to Yang Ge with the samurai sword on his waist, and said in standard Chinese: Tsukahara Buden, 'Tenjin Shinden Kaori Shinto Style', Come on!

Yang Ge took a deep breath, lowered his head and bowed while pressing the Lengyue sword.

The next second, the two of them rushed forward at the same time, and the two long and narrow knives, which were so fast that only the bright light of the two knives could be seen, collided violently.

Hahaha……

Yang Ge laughed loudly: I know you little devils never talk about martial ethics...then cost me another three hundred dollars!

He savagely pushed back the Tsukahara Buden in front of him, stepped forward with an arrow, and slashed with his sword again.

Tsukahara Buden stepped back with his clogs on the muddy ground soaked in blood, and struck Yang Ge under the arm with a sword as fast as lightning.

clang!

The cold moon sword in Yang Ge's hand swung the samurai sword away as accurately as if he had eyes. He lunged forward again and wiped the sword-holding wrist of Tsukahara Buden with one strike.

Tsukahara Bu Chuan followed Yang Ge's sword and rolled on the spot, turned around and slashed at Yang Ge's feet with the sword.

Yang Ge took a step back and swung the samurai sword away.

Tsukahara Buden flew forward like an ape, shook his hand and exploded a ball of brilliant sword light. While moving forward quickly close to the ground, his sword struck many key points on Yang Ge's lower three roads.

As Yang Ge retreated, he kept waving his sword to block the blade, which was as light as the breeze blowing through the forest.

The fast and fast duel with Fang Cun may not seem as majestic as the thirty or forty meter sword attack, but it is actually far more dangerous than the ultimate attack, and it is a great test of the swordsman's basic skills.

Stab it.

In the exchange of more than thirty blows, Yang Ge missed one blow. The long and narrow samurai sword cut open the hem of his robe, and the blade grazed his inner thigh.

Feeling a chill on the inside of his right leg, Yang Ge drew his legs back without thinking, jumped up, swung his sword forward and swept it horizontally, and the majestic sword energy spurted out.

Tsukahara Buchuan jumped up after him, and with a Hey sound, he broke through the sword aura with his sword, and directly took out Yang Ge behind the sword aura.

Yang Ge held the sword across his chest and leaned his upper body back tactically. The blade of the samurai sword followed the blade of the Lengyue sword and passed above his face, cutting off a strand of Yang Ge's long hair.

Bang.

The legs of the two collided fiercely in mid-air. Yang Ge was shaken backwards by the strong force and fell from the sky. Tsukahara Buchuan, who had the upper hand, raised his sword over his head and slashed it straight down: Haha!

He actually wanted to replicate the scene where Yang Ge just killed the burly Japanese master!

Bang.

Yang Ge used the Kung Fu of Thousand Jin Falling to forcefully fall to the ground. Regardless of the shock and surging energy and blood, he forcibly accumulated strength and struck up with the knife: Heavier than Mount Tai!

Leng Yue's sword collided with the top-down katana fiercely. As the blades crossed, the two looked at each other, and both saw the cold gaze hidden in the other's eyes like an undercurrent. The violent murderous intention below.

Bang.

The powerful residual energy exploded around the two of them, setting off several air waves three to four feet high.

The power goes down instead of up.

This move was, after all, one step behind Yang Ge.

Pfft.

Yang Ge spurted out a mouthful of blood, causing Tsukahara Buden in front of him to blink subconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ge spat out the blood in his chest and his whole body was loosened. He rotated the blade and exited from under Tsukahara Buden.

Tsukahara Buden, who was caught off guard and fell, subconsciously kicked Yang Ge in the chest, but he collided with Yang Ge's stretched out right leg.

Bang!

The long-planned flurry of kicks and legs shook the strength of Tsukahara Hokuden's legs. Tsukahara Hokuden's body tilted, and the katana protecting the central axis in his hand was also tilted by his body, showing a slight flaw.

Yang Ge seized on this flaw, swung his sword to explode a ball of violent sword light, and pressed forward, hitting him quickly with the same speed.

The difference is that Tsukahara Buden's knife path is dense and sinister, while Yang Ge's knife path is fierce and domineering, supplemented by the strong push of Luanfeng's legs. The sword opens and closes widely, and one sword may not be faster than the other. But a knife must be heavier than a knife.

Tsukahara Bu Chuan was forced to forcibly cut Yang Ge dozens of times, and was shocked to the point where his hands were numb, his body's strength was slack, his energy and blood were surging, and he was completely unable to change.

The two of them retreated and chased each other and broke into the wave of Japanese soldiers. They seemed to be slashing at each other with long swords like reckless men. After Yu Jin fell into the wave of Japanese soldiers, it was like artillery fire washing the ground. Wherever they passed, people and horses were everywhere. The swords and guns were broken into pieces, and a passage of flesh and blood of more than ten feet was plowed out in the dense crowd.

puff!

Tsukahara Buden, who was also shocked and suffered internal injuries, opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge tilted his head subconsciously, and the Leng Yue sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down.

In just one beat, Tsukahara Bu Chuan, who had been forced into a desperate situation by Yang Ge, seized the opportunity and jumped up, using a combination of man and sword to swipe at Yang Ge: Jiyi Iai·Half Moon!

Yang Ge saw the opponent coming fiercely and jumped back without hesitation.

Bang.

Tsukahara Buden held the sword with both hands and slashed out. The cold sword energy pulled out a cold sword energy that resembled a wolf-moon moon. The sword energy split the air, shook the ground, and forcibly tore out the flesh and blood passage of the two people. It opened a crack that was more than ten feet long and more than a foot wide.

With a knife slashing through the air, Tsukahara Buden looked up and saw Yang Ge falling freely in mid-air. As if he was at the point where his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet generated, and he was unable to move around in the air, he immediately dove down without hesitation. Taking advantage of his strength, he jumped up and caught up with Yang Ge with a knife: Jiyijuhe·抜戜!

The katana fell, and the sword energy burst out, but there was no arc. Instead, it was as straight as a spear, moving forward inexorably.

Yang Ge, who was calm in the air, saw the lean Japanese monkey chasing after him with a knife, and finally opened his mouth and gently exhaled a foot-long line of white air.

As soon as Tsukahara Buden saw this white energy, he knew something was wrong, but at the right time, he had exhausted all his moves, and it was not easy to change his moves... If he hadn't been on the verge of exhaustion of his old power and lack of new power, How can you think that Yang Ge has exhausted his old strength and has not yet developed new strength?

Gone never to come back.

In mid-air, Yang Ge softly uttered four words in a voice that could only be heard by himself. At the end, the man and the sword merged into one, turning into a sharp sword energy that was as fast as lightning and shot out.

The sharp sword light cut through the spear-like sword energy head-on like a sharp blade cutting tofu. It hit Tsukahara Buden, who was unable to dodge, and smashed his skinny body into pieces on the spot, leaving only a head with gray beard and hair. Fly high...

Bang.

Yang Ge hit the ground and set off a bright wave of air, killing a large number of Japanese soldiers.

He was panting violently while holding the Lengyue sword. His whole body was covered with tiny, inch-long wounds, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose again.

But he still grinned widely, and Yu Wanjun laughed silently, laughing until he was out of breath.

He stretched out his left arm behind him without looking back, and accurately caught the dead head falling from the sky.

He retracted his hand, took the head in front of him and took a look, and saw a pair of angry eyes...

Juggernaut?

He stood up slowly while holding the knife, and casually threw the head to the position where the previous head was: General!

The silent laughter slowly turned into tangible laughter, and the fragments of thousands of remnant soldiers floated into the air again, condensing into a mad dragon with weapons in mid-air.

It is different from the previous sword-crazy dragons that barely had a snake shape.

This weapon-mad dragon already has a bit of a dragon shape.

Although it is still a bit rough...

But a snake is a snake.

A dragon is a dragon!