During the bloody battle on the side of the ship, Wu Xiao leaned on the side of the ship and fired his bow left and right. With a few bow strings ringing, the two ronin who were attacking from behind fell to the ground.
Shen Lian gave a thumbs up behind him to express his gratitude to Brother Wu.
Under the cover of Wu Xiao's big bow, Huquan's magic soldiers blocked left and right, smashed the Japanese leather armor one after another, and fought all the way from the deck of the Fu ship to the side of the Zhuyin ship.
Several Japanese pirates who had been shot by bows and arrows fell on the deck and groaned in pain. When they saw Shen Lian approaching with a knife, they were so frightened that they rolled directly into the sea.
"roll!"
Miyamoto Musashi hid behind a group of Satsuma warriors, looking at the Ming swordsman in front of him with interest through the gap in the shield.
"You can use this Akito to test your sword."
The Satsuma warrior raised his round shield, blocked the sharp arrows fired by Wu Xiao, and quickly approached Shen Lian.
As they walked, they casually applied wounds to the Ming sailors who were still alive on the deck.
Shen Lian stabbed several people in succession, but the injuries were not fatal at first. Later, when he saw how ferocious the Japanese were, they killed everyone on sight, and he also followed suit and became red-eyed.
A Japanese rogue suddenly came out from the side, pointing his sword directly at Shen Lian. Wu Xiao could not reach his bow, and saw that the Japanese sword was about to hit Shen Lian's back.
"die!"
Huquan's sharp blade flashed across like lightning, and the two swords collided. There was only the sound of jade breaking, and the Japanese sword was cut into two pieces.
The ronin was stunned as he held the remaining hilt of the sword. He saw a flash of cold light and his body and head were separated.
Shen Lian looked at the headless body twitching on the deck and said angrily:
"If I don't kill you, you are seeking death!"
Six Satsuma warriors surrounded him in the center.
Shen Lian closed his eyes slightly, holding tightly the magic weapon used by the famous anti-Japanese general Yu Dayou, and quietly faced the final battle.
Miyamoto Musashi pushed away the round shield in front of him and said to Satsuma Bushido:
"He's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle! (Let him in, let me cut him in two!)"
Shen Lian raised his head proudly, and when he saw Miyamoto with a slight sneer, and then looked at the five or six sailors of the lucky ship who were beheaded by him on the deck, his heart suddenly felt unknown.
"kill!"
The Huquan knife roared, and blood dropped from the blade.
Intimidated by the huge aura, the pleasant smile on Miyamoto's face disappeared and he began to seriously look at his opponent.
"I have no opponent in Japan, so I will use the Ming Dynasty samurai to attack!"
Suddenly, he jumped forward with both feet at the same time. This was the unique technique in "Niten Yishi" (Miyamoto's own style) - "Yin Yang Step".
The so-called yin and yang step means that every time a warrior moves his position, he must not move only one foot. Whether you are attacking to kill or pulling away to block, you should use the "Yin Yang Step".
In this way, you can move left and right, forward and back. The specific way of moving is that if the right foot advances, the left foot will follow suit, and if the right foot retreats, the left foot will also retract.
Shen Lian didn't even look at Miyamoto. He held the Yanling sword as if he were watching a play and let the Japanese warriors jump up and down in front of him.
"It seems that today I met a master from the Ming Dynasty. The devil is in the world, why do you want so many people to be buried with you? Why don't you duel with me! I am Miyamoto Musashi, a warrior from the Western Kingdom. In the past sixteen years and more than sixty battles, I have never Failure..."
"That's because you didn't meet me."
Shen Lian holds the target in the yang palm of his right hand, draws the sword to the right, and tilts the tip of the sword to the left, assuming the common stance of the Baji Sword.
"I defeated you today, what do you think?"
Miyamoto looked at the Ming swordsman in front of him, who was a head taller than himself, and saw his unruly expression, and sneered:
"If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, the goods will belong to the Hosokawa clan, and your right hand will belong to me."
Shen Lian glanced sideways at the tachi and dagger in Miyamoto's hands:
"The long sword is good, but it's a pity that you don't deserve it. Why don't you give it to me! I wanted to retire from the world, but I didn't want to hurt people's lives again today. It's fate that messes with people, hey..."
Miyamoto Musashi was furious when he heard this.
The katana is a symbol of samurai honor. For a samurai, his body may die, but his samurai sword cannot be discarded.
"How bold! How dare you humiliate the Western warriors!"
Just as Miyamoto was about to take out the knife, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and almost doubted his own eyes.
The opponent has changed his stance, with the blade pointing outwards and thrust straight into the deck, holding the handle of the knife with his iron arm, like a blind man holding a stick.
But the blade stained with human blood was filled with murderous intent.
Miyamoto looked at his opponent carefully and found that there was no flaw in him.
I thought that this Ming swordsman was just another victim of his own sword.
Seeing his terrifying murderous aura, Miyamoto couldn't help but hold his breath.
"A tough opponent."
At this time, the sailor warriors on both sides of the Fuchuan and Zhuinchuan stopped fighting, and everyone took a dozen steps back, leaving the place for the duel clear.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes watched the duel between Shen Lian and Miyamoto Musashi.
The two were ten steps apart, with the messy corpses of both sides in between.
Shen Lian closed his eyes slightly, and Miyamoto was furious.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it also seems to be only a moment.
A picture of practicing swordsmanship in front of the Prince's Slope of Wudang Mountain appeared in front of his eyes.
The summer of the thirty-ninth year of Wanli.
Shen Lian bid farewell to his parents and went up the Yangtze River from Nanzhili, passing through Zhenjiang, Wuchang, Xiangyang, and finally arrived at Junzhou City. Under the guidance of two Taoist boys, he entered the Zixiao Palace and learned swordsmanship from Wudang Master Zhang.
"Don't use the hidden dragon, the sword is bold and the piano is heart-warming."
This is the motto taught to him by his master.
That year, Shen Lian was eleven years old.
At this moment, his heart was empty, waiting for the opportunity.
On the Liaohai Sea, the clear sky is blue, and the clouds seem to be stuck to the sky, motionless.
A cool breeze blew in the distance.
There was complete silence on the deck, and even the wounded around them restrained their moans of pain, as if a slightly louder voice would affect the final outcome of the duel between the two swordsmen.
Although it was the twelfth lunar month, beads of sweat oozed from Miyamoto's Tsukiyo's head, and the hand holding Muramasa's demon sword began to tremble.
Suddenly, Shen Lian opened his eyes, and before Miyamoto could attack, Hu Quan swung and stabbed with one hand.
Miyamoto Musashi was shocked and quickly raised his sword to block, but saw the Huquan sword suddenly retracted, holding two sword flowers in the air.
Miyamoto was furious, and Muramasa's demon sword slashed across his waist and abdomen, but Shen Lian had already stood up and jumped away.
The Western Samurai missed the opportunity to counterattack, and the two returned to their original state and faced off again.
A trace of blood oozed from Shen Lian's jaw, and Miyamoto's right arm was also scratched by the Huquan knife.
In just one round, both sides were injured.
Shen Lian pulled out the sword and dagger, wiped the blood from the wound with the blade, and looked at the Japanese warrior opposite with a look of astonishment on his face with a ferocious smile.
He adjusted his breathing, placed the Huquan knife across his right shoulder, and lowered his front hand to his left, deliberately exposing his left abdominal ribs to his opponent.
This is the ultimate move of Baji Tiliu Dao - inviting you to enter the urn.
Use your left rib to lure the opponent's weapon into the opponent's body, then move your left elbow to the right to push the weapon away, jump diagonally with your left and right feet, and then add your left hand to counterattack with the sword.
Miyamoto regrouped and carefully observed his opponent.
He no longer used the double sword style, but stretched out his left foot, threw the waist sword (short sword), and followed with his left foot. His injured right hand held the Muramasa demon sword tightly, roaring like the wind, and went straight into Shen Lian's left ribs. .
"Die に行く! (Go to death)"
Victory or defeat, instantaneous.
When Miyamoto Musashi rushed towards Shen Lian again, his body just moved, and the wild goose feather sword in Shen Lian's hand shot up like light.
The magic weapon easily cuts through the iron arm of the Western warrior and penetrates the human body's muscles and bones.
The wound on Miyamoto's right wrist was cut open again, with the sharp blade cutting right above the elbow. The deep wound burst open vertically, and after a moment, blood gushed out.
At the last moment, Shen Lian stopped his sword, leaving his opponent with his right arm.
He flew up and kicked the injured Miyamoto away.
Blood beads slid down the Huquan knife.
The fish scales under the ribs were pierced by Japanese swords, and blood dripped along the scales and onto the deck.
Snap, snap, snap.
Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury.
Masters compete with each other, and one move determines the outcome.
Shen Lian suddenly jumped out of the circle and stared at his opponent coldly.
"Your arm is broken, you lose."
Shen Lian looked at Miyamoto Musashi who was slumped on the ground, wiped the Yanling sword clean and put it back into its sheath.
Cai Lian cried and squeezed out of the crowd, wiped off the blood on Shen Lang's fish scales with a handkerchief, supported his shaky body, and prepared to retreat.
The sound of weapons dragging the deck was heard behind them.
Miyamoto, whose right arm was severely injured, fell into a state of madness.
He assumed an unusually high-up posture, raised the demon sword above his head with his left hand, glared at Shen Lian's eyebrows, endured the severe pain in his right arm, and roared loudly.
"I have fought sixty times in my life and have never been defeated! How dare you, a nobody,..."
At the moment when the onlookers were extremely nervous, Miyamoto roared with a momentum that seemed to shatter the silence on the deck into powder.
"go to hell!"
With an aura of blood and madness, the Muramasa demon sword was thrown with all his strength, and hit Shen Lian's head like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
Shen Lian pushed his woman away and blocked with his sword. The Huquan sword and the Muramasa demon sword collided fiercely, causing a little spark.
A little spark.
The Western warrior suddenly had a flintlock blunderbuss in his left hand.
The collision machine struck flint.
A splash, a little spark.
"Go to hell! I am the number one warrior!"
The two sides were three steps apart. Within this distance, the fire gun was enough to tear fish scales, skin, and bones, and stir up human internal organs.
My mind was at a loss.
In an instant, he thought of his mother, his father who had long been separated from the yin and yang, and the fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River.
Firecrackers exploded.
A thin figure stood in front of him.
The Annan woman seemed to have been hit by a hammer, her body flew three or four steps away, and she fell limply on the deck.
Two holes were broken in the leather armor on the abdomen, and red and black blood flowed along the deck and slowly flowed into the sea.
"Ah! Ah!"
Shen Lian's eyes widened to their maximum size, he clenched the handle of the knife and his whole body trembled.
For a moment, something seemed to be awakened deep in his body.
He roared like a wild beast, and his tall body crashed into the Japanese warrior who was loading ammunition at all costs.
"die!"
The next moment, Miyamoto's upper body, which was cut diagonally, collapsed to the left.
The Tiger Spring Divine Weapon cut straight from Miyamoto Musashi's right shoulder to his left rib, cutting him in half like cutting a watermelon.
