The wind was howling.
The bright moonlight covered the ground with a layer of silver frost.
This is the largest moon in Rigal, which the Lamanites call the Magic Moon of West Funk. It is also the image of the moon palace where people in the Moon Kingdom believe that the great moon god, the ancestor of their royal family, originally lived.
Lasting for less than 10 minutes, the "door" that showed the image of fragments of light disappeared behind them with a "pop" sound earlier.
Another warrior who followed him was stabbed in the vital part and fell not far away in order to buy him time. He was now lifeless.
Already become alone. There was some water in the ground under my feet, and the long cloth footbags soaked through the straw sandals on the soles of my feet, and my toes began to become numb from the cold. He kept his long knife pointed at the three people over there, and moved a distance to avoid the ground that would affect the feeling of his feet.
An army of more than two thousand people was brought out by him, and then left in another world. Before that, a well-known village in the North was burned to the ground, but he was not completely wiped out.
The survivors who fled to various places along the waterways extending in all directions along the tributaries of the Yongchuan River would inevitably spread the news like wildfire. At the critical juncture of the plan, I had to keep my tail between my legs. If I make such a mistake now, I am afraid that my family will no longer be able to protect itself. There is no room for him anymore. Even if he goes back, he will inevitably be forced to commit seppuku, which may even harm his parents and relatives.
The best ending is to die here.
For some reason, when this conclusion was made in his heart, Wu felt relieved in his heart.
He suddenly remembered a book translated from Lamo Man that he saw in Nanman Bookstore when he visited Xinjing about four or five years ago.
Although the upper echelons of the Moon Kingdom have a rather conservative attitude towards the outside world, it does not mean that the people below are not interested in foreigners. Many civilians would like to know how overseas people evaluate their country, so this kind of Lamo people's descriptions of Japanese people are quite popular among literati.
Even as time passed, he was still deeply impressed by one of the descriptions: "Although Kazuto's samurai are pretentious, their pattern is pitifully small. The personal creed they follow too rigidly makes them unable to see the overall situation. They are more suitable as An independent swordsman, not a powerful general."
At that time, Wu sneered at this, and countless He tribe literati and scholars naturally reacted violently to this evaluation of "the barbaric and soulless southern barbarian foreign country".
But now it seems that this is so appropriate. The reason why he sneered but still remembered it to this day, and the reason why others reacted fiercely and started to fight back forcefully, could it be because the outsider's evaluation accurately hit the mark?
Let go of all the burdens, no need to worry about the aftermath, no need to worry about the impact, no need to think about how to deploy troops.
It's just that as a samurai, following the four thousand years of samurai creed, one must repay kindness and revenge. Even if one risks one's life, one must carry out personal revenge to the end.
All he could see was the enemy opposite him. This enemy he had not even met for more than 15 minutes and had never even exchanged a word with each other was like an old enemy who had been entangled with him for a lifetime.
"Ha--" The white breath he exhaled dissipated in the cold wind in a moment.
The dark clouds that had gathered in the evening had dissipated by now, and judging from the water on the ground, it was obvious that there had been a heavy rain. The bright moon shone so brightly that the ground was completely bright even without torches. The weeds on the long beach in the distance were weighed down by the wind. The two women hid a little further away. At this moment, there were some weeds growing on the soil slope. Just the two of them.
Is this what happened to my brother in the end?
He couldn't help but have such an idea in his heart.
The Moon Country is a country with long-term peace. Although the warriors have sword skills passed down for thousands of years, they can rarely be put to practical use.
"It doesn't matter just once, I really want to trade fate with someone to prove my sword skills."
Similar words are the sentiments of countless Kazuto warriors.
"Huh--" A gust of wind blew by, and Henry's half-long black hair and Wu's long blue hair were gently swaying.
Neither of them were wearing helmets. Although their weaknesses were exposed, they could have unobstructed vision and breathing.
It would be foolish to blindly rely on the armor's defense. Wu Zai had just used a knife to cut off the fixed ropes of the huge shoulder pads on both sides and abandoned them. This kind of iron shoulder pad is good at blocking the bows and arrows fired by the opponent when riding a horse, but when it comes to close combat and facing an expert, it is no different from a burden.
This is a competition of skills, a test of the swordsmanship he has practiced hard for more than ten years, and also a test of the superb swordsmanship accumulated in the Moon Kingdom for more than 4,000 years.
"O outsider swordsman, I will use your life to prove the way of my sword!" According to the customs of the Moon Country, warriors must shout a declaration before starting a battle. But for some reason, what Wu blurted out was not his thoughts of revenge for his brother in recent days, but such words that sounded like kicking the gym.
"Huh--" His breath drifted away in the wind again, and he took up his posture and lowered his center of gravity.
The accumulated water on the leaves bent the grass that only sprouted in spring. The moment it fell, Wu raised the big knife in his hand, then landed on his toes and shook his feet.
"Bang——!!"
The sword was 1.7 meters long, but it was as fast as the rapier in the hands of the Lamanites.
"Kadang——!!" Even Henry did not choose to avoid it, but blocked with Claymer to avoid falling into the opponent's rhythm at the moment of retreat.
"Crack-dang!" The sage used the key points of Rigal's swordsmanship to use the strong part of the base of the big sword to try to parry the long sword and close the distance to attack, but Wu's skills were the top level he encountered after coming to Crescent Continent. Even in his first sword fight with Rigar, he immediately realized Henry's intention.
"Bang!" The blue-haired warrior in red armor flipped his wrist in an instant and used the thick back of the sword to suppress Claymer. Then there was a "click--" and "cha-cha-cha--" and sparks were produced. The two weapons were entangled together and defused the sage's attack. He did not rush to get close because the length of the weapons was his advantage and it was more beneficial for him to keep a distance.
"Dang-!" But Henry didn't intend to entangle him any longer. He pulled out his weapon and chose to attack proactively this time. Rigal's swordsmanship is very good at using hand guards and close-quarters skills. However, when the opponent has the advantage of attack distance, choosing close-quarters means stepping into the opponent's attack range.
So he chose the simplest and crudest method, using force to suppress it.
"咻——锵——" Sparks flew everywhere. As a top-notch weapon, Kramer could fully withstand rough application.
Therefore, when faced with a weapon that is longer than himself, Henry can choose to ignore the opponent and instead aim the weapon to attack, destroy the weapon and seize the opponent's advantage.
Facing long pole weapons and a sword combined with the strength of a sage is enough to cut them off with one blow. Even other swords made of steel are rarely able to withstand it. "Crack-" His attack trajectory was clearly aimed at the weapon, but his opponent did not give in. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.
After fighting for a while, Wu already understood that this man's fighting style was not sloppy at all. As long as a gap was exposed, he would bite him like a piranha smelling blood.
Although the slender Odachi has a longer attack range and stronger power, it is not as flexible as the Kodachi. If the current posture of the sword tip facing the opponent is changed, without this threat, he will be defeated at close range.
The physical advantage will become more obvious after getting close. If he loses the safety of distance, he will not even have a chance to win——
"Cut off the weapon? This is how you killed my brother!" He had investigated the battlefield and had seen the tragic situation of the knife and was able to make a rough guess.
That sword and the one in his hand were a pair, both made by famous swordsmiths from Fuso, but even so they were still defeated by the strange-shaped Nanman sword.
Head-to-head confrontation will not work. Although it sounds very speechless to lose the quality of weapons to the opponent, it is indeed an unavoidable situation in battle.
Therefore, among the sword techniques that have been passed down in the Moon Kingdom for more than 4,000 years, there must be countermeasures.
"Crack——" The flat surface of the blade collides with the opponent's weapon. Without moving the weapon and still keeping the tip of the blade facing the enemy, it uses pure technical buffering to weaken the opponent's attack.
"Buzz!!" The long knife shook the tiger's mouth numb. Even if he used the force-relieving technique, Wu still felt that he could no longer hold the knife. "Tsk -" But after catching the sword, he also gained the opportunity. The samurai who lowered his body took a step back and then shook his feet again - the sword skills of the Moon Country always have a rushing step. , if the Rigal-style swordsmanship is about one move and one move, then the Moon Kingdom is about fast in and fast out, winning people with speed.
Even the Odachi, which is longer than a large sword, is swung at an astonishing speed due to its footwork.
"Wha—!" He matched his waist with his footwork, lunged and then pulled away, and his continuous slashes were airtight. The Luoan girl, who was resting behind because of exhaustion of magic power, only glanced at this Kazuto. The techniques used by the samurai are very similar to those of the Iron Butterfly.
"After all, we are no match for our country's four-thousand-year heritage." Seeing that this foreigner was forced to resist, Wu's lips revealed a slight smile.
After all, the Southern Barbarians are Southern Barbarians. So what if they laugh at the small size and can only become swordsmen without the talents of generals?
After all, it is because you feel inferior in front of my country's unparalleled sword skills, so you are looking for other entrances to try to win back the victory!
"A mere outsider!!" "Dang——!" "Crack——" Claymore and the Odachi exchanged swords, and Wu once again used the technique of weakening the impact to avoid direct confrontation.
"It's just a good sword!" He roared loudly again, and then when Henry tried to block with his gauntlet for the second time, he bit his sword faster than the sage and moved forward. Stab away.
"It's a small skill, a small skill!" But after watching and fighting once, he learned the so-called foreign swordsmanship.
Compared with the changeable and fast swordsmanship of the Moon Country, just using a gauntlet to hinder the opponent's attack is really not worth mentioning.
"Chachacha——!!" Violent sparks appeared from the place where the two weapons clashed. He could clearly see that the foreigner wanted to block but couldn't react quickly enough because of his huge body.
"Stupid, stupid!" The other party missed something. The Odachi sword in his hand was not the backward and stupid straight sword of foreigners.
A broadsword with a curved surface is totally fine.
Bypass the opponent's protection and stab!
"You've got it, let's die, outsider!" The samurai roared loudly and stabbed the sage's torso. Sakura on one side didn't dare to blink and held her breath as she watched the successive exchanges.
Henry's movements were a beat slower as Wu expected. Although the samurai undoubtedly felt the resistance coming from the sword, it was already a step too late in the electric and flint confrontation.
Even though the sharp tip of the curved Odachi was pushed away, it was still facing his heart.
'I won this competition! The samurai, who had already come to such a conclusion in his heart, used all his strength to stab the sword.
The tip of the knife cut through the air. This was the peak of his life.
"when!!!"
"Well?!"
I imagined the sound of piercing flesh, the hot blood, and the unbelievable expression of pain on this foreigner's face.
None showed up.
Henry was pushed back a few steps by the impact, while Wu stood there blankly.
The clothes worn by the sage were cut open by a long knife, and then the velvet on the surface was cut open, revealing the shiny metal underneath.
"You, this..." The blue-haired warrior stared so hard that he almost vomited his eyes out. He felt hard to breathe for a moment and couldn't say a word.
"Despicable——" "Bang!" Henry accurately seized the opportunity of the opponent's daze, cut off the Odachi by mistake, and then stabbed the weak point of the chest armor from the side with a sword.
"Too, despicable." The last words of the samurai who had his lungs punctured and vomited blood were spat out.
"..." The sage shrugged: "Financial resources are also a part of strength. If you have good equipment, why not use it."
He pulled out Claymore, and Sakura was dumbfounded as she watched the scene that was supposed to be the peak duel between Eastern and Western skills end in this way, and was speechless for a moment.
"Mr. Sage."
"What a terrible adult." The pale-faced Luoan girl took a breath and said.
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