Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

As part of the Tuemon family, the Liangyi family's mansion naturally built a kendo field for practicing kendo. From the floor on the ground and the surrounding decorations, we can see the long history of this building.

No less than four generations of the Liangyi family's heirs have been trained in kendo here, and the head of the Liangyi family is no exception.

Yanmu Qiulong handed over the sword respectfully, and then retreated quietly.

"It's not bad for a knife. Such exquisite skills are becoming rarer and rarer in modern times. In a sense, this knife is also a kind of alternative art."

Mikael drew the knife out of its sheath, and with a slight rubbing sound, the icy light poured out like quicksilver. His fingers stroked the sharp blade, feeling the bitter breath.

"Swords and swords have never been used as collectible works of art. They are born for fighting, and from the moment of birth, they are bound to die with their lives."

The head of the Liangyi family said seriously that the Liangyi family also owned some priceless ancient knives, but they did not treat them as collectibles, but continued to play their role.

"In this case, it's up to you to attack first."

Mikael played with the knife in his hand, swung the knife gracefully, and said as a matter of course,

"If I were to attack first, this game would be too boring, and I don't think I can seriously swing a sword."

"Then please enlighten me, Mikael-sama."

Instead of feeling humiliated by Mikael's words, Patriarch Liangyi was inspired to fight fiercely.

He then closed his eyes and took a slow and long breath, allowing oxygen to fully enter every cell in his body.

After about three breaths, he opened his eyes again. For a moment, it seemed that the void was electrified, and a bright light illuminated the room.

At this time, his spirit has been adjusted to the best state, and he is completely restrained, like a compressed spring.

Steadily and slowly, the right hand goes up from the bottom of the hilt, holding the hilt with the thumb and index finger, while the thumb of the left hand slightly pushes the shroud forward obliquely to the right.

The original intention of this set of movements is to prevent the enemy from discovering his movements, but since the opponent in front of him is Mikael, the Patriarch Liangyi did not engage in those ineffective small movements.

He knew that he had only one chance, and he could only strike once. After all, he had accomplished one battle, and he didn't think that Mikael would give him time to strike a second sword.

He fell into silence again, like a stone sculpture, but his spirit, strength and will were constantly rising, like a spring that had been loosened and compressed to the extreme, bursting out extremely powerful the power of.

Because in his expectation, the battle would end in a single blow, so Patriarch Ryogi used Iaido's sword-drawing slash.

His hand holding the handle of the knife is as steady as Mount Tai. It is not very fast, and it can even be called slow. When it is pulled to the middle, the speed suddenly becomes faster, accompanied by a crisp sword cry, and when the tip of the knife is about to leave When the carp was in the mouth, only a piercing cold light could be seen.

Patriarch Liangyi's eyes were fixed on Mikael's chest, and he slashed across the chest like a gust of wind, and the blade cut through the atmosphere, making a sharp whistling sound.

With that kind of awe-inspiring aura, even the mountains and seas that stand in front of him will be split apart.

Accompanied by this form of Ju He Slash, an inexplicable feeling seemed to emerge in his heart, as if he had broken some shackles, and his swordsmanship had reached a certain new level, sublimated from a simple skill to some illusory Tao.

If it was the former Jidong, the current Patriarch of Liangyi is the kind who has broken through the extreme of a swordsman and stepped into the threshold of a swordsman with one foot.

"As a mortal, you are not bad."

Mikael narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not hesitate to praise Patriarch Liangyi. This kind of breakthrough in battle may only happen in novels.

Juggernauts are the ultimate, and all the strong men who can become Juggernauts in the Far East have left their names in history without exception.

Although Mikael does not often use swords as weapons, he also knows that state, which is to integrate his will and beliefs into the sword he wields in his hand.

It is said that there is a higher realm above the Juggernaut. The former famous Juggernaut Shinmon Musashi Mori Fujiwara Gennobu compiled the realm he had reached in his life and the techniques he studied into "Five Wheels" before his death. Book", in which the realm is described.

The heavenly essence of zero is the answer to my sword and heart.There is good and no evil in emptiness, the wise have it, the rational have it, the Tao has it, and the mind has emptiness.Studying the sword to the extreme is not art, only the way of swordsmanship of Dawu can be accommodated in this hall of no one.

Of course, for Mikael, the so-called sword is just an auxiliary means to deal with the enemy, no different from magic and guns, not to mention how can fragile steel carry his will?

But if you just fight with swords, even those legendary sword masters are far inferior to him.

.........

Just when the blade swung by Patriarch Liangyi was about to slash on Mikael, time seemed to have stopped. In just a moment of ignorance, Patriarch Liangyi found that Mikael disappeared from his eyes. Ben Lei's sword landed in the air.

He quickly adjusted his figure, and at the same time quickly glanced around, but there was no sign of Mikael, as if he had completely disappeared from this world in such a flash of time.

"You have already touched the threshold of the sword master, work hard, grasp the feeling of this sword, and you can officially step into that realm."

Suddenly Mikael's voice came from behind him, and he felt a light pat on his shoulder.

Cold sweat suddenly soaked the clothes on his body, and his muscles became tense. As a swordsman, he was unconsciously walked behind him. If it was a real life-and-death fight, he might have died long ago.

Shouldn't it be the Patriarch of Animsfia... Such powerful means are probably just the tip of his iceberg.

Thinking of this, Patriarch Liangyi took a deep breath, his muscles relaxed, and the fighting spirit he had gathered dissipated. He was grateful for the choice he made, and at the same time, he became more and more firm in his thinking.

[If you let the style combine with this adult, the offspring will be born...]

He thought subconsciously, but quickly shook his head, hiding the thought in his heart.

"My lord."

Yanmu Qiulong walked over respectfully with the towel and handed it over.

"Mr. Mikael has left."

"Ah."

Patriarch Liangyi nodded, took the towel handed over by Yanmu Qiulong, and handed him the knife.

I saw the blade shattered suddenly, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Each piece was uniform and the same size, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Patriarch Liangyi lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the bare hilt in his hand, thoughtful.