Makimura's loud voice shook the dust on the beams above his head as if it would fall down at any moment.
Kiryu seemed to have expected that Makimura would challenge Aoto. He said nothing and sighed helplessly.
Kinoshita Mai was startled for a moment, then opened her red lips anxiously, as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, she chose to slowly close her mouth and turned to look at Qingden silently.
This action of course means "Qingdeng, what do you think?"
"...You asked me to bring my knife...are you planning to compete directly with a real thing?"
Qingden asked.
"certainly!"
Makimura grinned widely.
"Holding bamboo swords, wooden knives, and wearing thick protective gear... What's the point of sparring like this that's not close to actual combat at all?"
"Mr. Makimura, do you want to compete with Aitobo with a real sword?"
Kinoshita Wu couldn't help but scream. She was about to say something else, but Qingden beside her reached out to stop her.
Qingdeng made a gesture of "A Wu, don't get excited" towards her.
"Young Master, don't worry."
Makimura said with relief.
"No matter what, I will not let the young master's lover have any chance of being disliked and hated by the young master. This is more uncomfortable for me than killing me. Don't worry, we won't use blades. Tachibana and I fought with the back of our swords."
After hearing what Makimura said, Kinoshita Mai finally showed an expression of relief.
Makimura shifted his gaze back to Qingto.
"Tachibana, what do you think? If you want to fight or not, it's up to you. I won't force you. However, if you can defeat me, or your performance satisfies me, in the future you can tell the lord... ah, that is, to the lord..." When the young master's grandma proposes marriage, I can help you put in some good words."
"..." Qingdeng did not answer immediately.
After a moment of silence, he grabbed the half-empty bottle he had just opened and drank it all in one go.
"Come on, let's go to the courtyard."
Qingdeng put down the empty bottle and stood up.
"Oh? Not bad! So generous! Hahaha! I like cheerful people like you!"
Qingdeng smiled and said nothing.
The conditions Makimura just proposed were certainly tempting, but what prompted Aonto to nod so readily... was the classic and simple reason.
For this kind of martial arts competition that is expected to replicate new talents, Qingdeng has always been open to anyone who comes.
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Thousand Things House, Courtyard——
At this time, the snow outside just stopped.
There was a neither deep nor shallow layer of snow in the courtyard of Thousand Houses.
Qingdeng, who had put on his snow boots, stepped on the snow - clatter - and the entire area below the ankle sank in.
Although he wore thick snow-proof boots, the biting cold still penetrated the boots and continued to pass to Qingdeng's feet.
Qingden shivered.
It was cold, but thanks to this layer of chill, Qingdeng felt refreshed. My consciousness, which had become a little lazy due to living in a warm environment for a long time, became sharp again.
"Do we need to clear the snow in the courtyard first?"
As Kiryu asked this, he handed Makimura an Odachi sword with a total length of nearly 1.8 meters.
Makimura thought for a while, raised his head, and shouted to Qingden opposite:
"Um...Hey! Tachibana! Do you think we need to clear the snow from the yard first?"
Qingden blinked thoughtfully, then shook his head.
"Haha! I don't think so! This level of snow won't affect my movements!"
After saying that, Makimura raised his big palm like a palm leaf and took the Odachi from Kiryu's hand.
"Okay. Young Master, Kiryu, stand back!"
Click, click, click!
Makimura shrugged his shoulders vigorously twice, and a tooth-breaking sound of joint movement erupted from his shoulders.
"...Makimura, let me remind you: you must never underestimate my proud disciple."
The corners of Kiryu's mouth turned up in a meaningful arc.
"Although his current strength still has many shortcomings, it is only compared to me. So. Don't be careless, and...be mentally prepared for defeat."
"Hahaha, Kiryu, who do you think you are talking to?" Makimura laughed a few times, "Don't you understand me yet? Even if I am fighting a three-year-old child, I will not be careless and underestimate the enemy!"
"...That's right."
Kiryu smiled lightly.
Then, he pulled Kinoshita Mai back to the edge of the courtyard.
"I accidentally chatted with Kiryu for a while. Sorry, Tachibana, for keeping you waiting."
Makimura bowed apologetically to Qingto opposite him.
With the next breath, he picked up the sheath with his left hand, held the handle with his right hand, and with a "choking" sound, the sharp blade was unsheathed!
"Now... let's get started!"
The breath of the blade, the coldness of iron - the Odachi in Makimura's palm exudes a cold light like the cold winter sun, which is dazzling.
Qingdeng calmly pulled out the Dingguishen from his waist, held the knife in both hands, and raised his posture from the middle.
"Natural Rishin-ryu, Tachibana Aoden!"
"Oh~~The momentum is good!"
As Makimura spoke, he quietly prepared his knife, and then announced his door in the same loud voice:
"I flow, Makimura Yahachi!"
In an instant, the air in the courtyard changed.
Makimura, who had been smiling playfully until just now, suddenly fell silent and only concentrated on one thing - paying full attention to Aomori in front of him.
The same is true for Qingden.
Before loudly announcing his departure from home... no, even earlier, his "Gathering of God" had already entered activation state!
His eyes didn't even blink, staring straight at Makimura opposite him. Currently, only Makimura was left in his world...and the sage ghost in his hand.
The scene was filled with a sense of tension that made people gasp.
The only two spectators: Kiryu and Mai Kinoshita performed the duty of a spectator very well: keeping quiet and not causing any interference to the test.
——Odachi?
The "lonely" entry in the talent list does not shine with golden light... This shows that Makimura is not stronger than Aonto.
But even so, Qingdeng did not dare to be careless at all.
Roughly speaking, Qingden has dealt with many opponents who used the dachi.
Of all the "Odachi swordsmen" Aonto has ever dealt with, none are as... unfathomable as Makimura!
Makimura's posture was the upper one, with a sword length of 1.8 meters and his giant-like body... It is difficult to describe the sense of oppression emanating from Makimura's body at this moment with just the word "horror"!
The whole person was ready to go, as if if he touched his body even slightly, magma would erupt.
Qingdeng felt like he was pressing down on him like a mountain rising straight into the sky.
There was no need to fight. Just by looking at it with his eyes, Qingdeng had already concluded that today, he would have to fight hard for the first time in a long time.
——Ah...when was the last time you met such a powerful opponent...?
After thinking this secretly, a slight smile appeared on Qingdeng's face.
And just when Qingdeng suddenly laughed...
Snap!
Just like a bomb exploding, a huge kicking sound broke the silence and confrontation in the courtyard!
Qingden kicked the snow and ran towards Mucun, dragging Dingguishen diagonally on his right side.
The distance between him and Makimura was about five steps - such a small distance was just a blink of an eye for the current Qingto.
In just a blink of an eye, Qingden's figure appeared in front of Makimura.
Qingteng only needs to take another half step forward to be within the effective attack range where his sword can hit Makimura.
But at this moment, Qingdeng suddenly felt the light above his head dim.
As the light dimmed, a sharp whistling sound that resembled the sound of flying artillery shells got closer and louder into Qingdeng's ears.
Qingdeng immediately raised his head and looked up - a white light flashed in the sky!
Makimura takes action!
He raised the Odachi sword above his head and slammed it down!
It was like a sword slashing down from a hundred-foot tall building, ruffling Qingdeng's hair and disturbing the atmosphere!
Before the blades could meet, Qingdeng leaned to the side and avoided Makimura's blade.
The Odachi is much longer and heavier than ordinary swords. Under the influence of the leverage theorem, the control of the Odachi is not generally difficult.
Just how to accurately control the strength of drawing out and retracting the sword is enough to stump most martial arts masters in the world today.
Makimura's slash was packed with extremely powerful power... Such a powerful and heavy attack would be difficult to stop, and it was not surprising that the entire blade of the sword smashed into the snow.
An incredible scene, or rather a terrifying scene, unfolded quickly!
I saw Makimura's knife, which had been maintaining the momentum of a meteor falling to the ground, just one second before it was about to hit the snow... As if the magic of "time pause" had been cast, Makimura's knife instantly stopped at a height of only half an inch above the ground. .
The air waves are like ripples, surging outward in circles.
With the tip of Makimura's knife as the center and a radius of 40cm, all the dust and light snow in the entire area were blown away.
No martial arts knowledge is needed. Even ordinary people who know nothing can understand what it means to reduce the speed of an Odachi weighing at least twenty kilograms from max to 0 in an instant.
Qingdeng saw this and secretly praised him.
Such terrifying power, such exquisite power control...
If possible, Qingto would really not mind applauding while praising Makimura's superb swordsmanship.
But now... let's focus on the battle in front of us!
"Aha!"
Qingden let out a short shout, concentrated his strength on his toes, and launched a surprise attack. He rushed forward with sword and man, and crashed into Makimura's chest.
Qingdeng's sword hides a power that cannot be underestimated. In response, Makimura gave him a grand "reception" - he thrust the Odachi from bottom to top, and the unstoppable sword hit Qingden's Dingguishen.
At the same moment when the Odachi accurately intercepted the Ding Kishin in mid-air - bang!
The sound of the collision was so loud that one couldn't help but wonder if his eardrums were still intact.
Makimura's blow shattered Qingto's sword, as if it was bounced away, and the two quickly stepped back and separated.
Qingdeng appeared calm and composed, but in fact he was secretly relaxing his sore hands and fingers.
Although when he saw Makimura's huge size and his ability to dance such a heavy Odachi up and down with ease, Qingto had already expected that this old man must not be the kind of person who lacked strength, but after After actually fighting with the opponent, he belatedly realized that his estimate of Makimura's power... was still too conservative!
Ever since he acquired the talents of "Elephant's Core +1", "Bear's Waist +1" and other talents that enhance body strength, Qingden has basically never been at a disadvantage when competing with others for strength.
But now... Makimura lets Aonto relive the feeling of "the other party's strength is equal to his own" for the first time in a long time.
Aoshito's slash just now used nearly 70% of his force, but even so, Makimura was able to block it effortlessly - judging from his expression and movements, he still had plenty of strength left.
——Is this really an old man in his 90s? !
At this age, ordinary people may not even be able to walk steadily. As a result, Makimura...and his master Kiryu, are like cultivators. They are obviously very old, but they still have such responsibilities. Terrible strength.
——To be so strong at such an old age... How powerful were Mr. Makimura and Mr. Kiryu when they were young...?
The thoughts here have not stopped, and a new round of actions has begun over there.
Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack...
Makimura used his feet to stick to the ground and slowly approached Aomori.
While shortening the distance between them, Makimura changed his posture and lowered the sword that was originally raised above his head to the middle.
Makimura's body is so huge. Compared to his huge body, the Odachi in his palm looks like a thin noodle that can be easily broken.
But the moment he switched the knife-holding posture to the middle position, his body seemed to shrink instantly, as if his entire body was hidden in the shadow of the knife.
Seeing Makimura's intrusion, Ayoto was neither alarmed nor afraid, and assumed the usual stance of natural Rishin-ryu: flat blue eyes, spreading his legs leisurely, lowering his waist, and standing still.
Just when Qingdeng blinked subconsciously due to dry eyes, and there was a flash of lightning before his eyelids sank before he could lift them up——
"Haaaaaah——1"
Makimura growled. At the same time, his body suddenly stood forward, and the knife in his hand rushed straight towards Qingdeng's right shoulder without warning.
This blow was truly an earth-shattering and terrifying blow.
Before the knife arrived, the hair on Qingdeng's body stood on end.
Fighting with strength... Qingdeng will not lose!
Qingdeng held Ding Guishen in front of his chest and blocked Makimura's slash. The two of them staggered, and the snow on the ground flew everywhere.
Qingdeng turned around as fast as he could with his knife, and the attacking figure of the "Giant" filled his field of vision.
The two of them both yelled and struggled with each other again.
Makimura's Odachi slashed at Qingteng's chest, and Qingdeng's Dingguishen slashed Makimura's waist sideways.
The two knives collided in mid-air, and the sound of metal and iron clashing was immediately heard.
Although both sides are using the back of the knife, the knife is still a knife. Being hit by such a big piece of iron will definitely not make you feel any better.
This feeling of equal strength between the two parties, and the feeling of numbness in the hands of the chop... is actually surprisingly satisfying!
Qingden himself enjoys the feeling of fierce collision with his opponents.
Affected by this state of mind, Qingden became more and more courageous as he fought.
After several rounds of evenly matched sword fights——
Check, check, check, check, check—!
The friction between metal and metal made a high-pitched noise that was close to tearing the eardrums apart.
The two of them passed each other with sword blades touching each other.
The moment the two figures overlapped... Qingden suddenly saw a meaningful smile on Makimura's face.
An ominous premonition filled Qingdeng's heart.
One second... no, half a second later, the ominous premonition turned into reality - Peng!
Makimura suddenly lowered his waist and lower body, like the two thick legs of an elephant, like two large plows, shoveling two large ravines in the snow under his feet.
At the same time, snowflakes were flying and snow and fog were rising.
Thin snow mist composed of countless tiny snow particles and flakes rises from the ground.
Although this man-made mist would not make people unable to see clearly, it was still fatal. A snow particle splashed into Qingdeng's left eye.
"Hmm...!" The stinging sensation coming from his left eye made Qingden subconsciously squint his left eye.
At almost the same time that Qingto had to squint due to the pain in his eyes, Makimura quietly stepped back, his huge figure disappearing into the snow and mist.
The field of vision is suddenly blocked + the eyes are attacked - it is normal for you to become flustered and anxious when you suddenly encounter such an accident.
Even Qingdeng couldn't help but panic for a moment - but only for a moment.
After a moment, Qingdeng calmed down.
For people who have been using binocular vision for a long time and are not used to seeing things with one eye, if one eye loses sight during a battle, it is no different than being blind - because it is difficult to control the sense of distance.
You can't even tell whether your opponent's body or weapon is far or near from you, so what's the difference between that and having your eyesight taken away?
Since your eyes are of no use for the time being...then use your ears!
After long-term hard training at Tsukinomiya Shrine, Qingto has mastered the skill of identifying positions by listening to sounds.
Having made up his mind, Qingdeng narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his left eye, hoping to regain his vision as soon as possible. He listened intently to capture all the sounds and movements around him.
Quickly regaining composure and quickly formulating emergency strategies... This is an ability that cannot be mastered even by swinging the bamboo sword a thousand or ten thousand times in a comfortable dojo.
Only those who have accumulated profound combat experience after countless life-and-death brutal battles can reach this level.
Suddenly, Qingdeng heard the sound of something heavy falling from the sky behind him, falling straight towards him several times.
Like a conditioned reflex, Qingdeng took a step forward and put a certain distance between himself and the "heavy object" behind him.
While stepping forward, Qingdeng quickly turned back using the leg he took as an axis! Then using the centrifugal force caused by turning his body, Qingden slashed towards the space in front of him with his sword.
The next breath, Qingdeng felt a slight sting and numbness in his arms holding the knife.
At the same time, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard in my ears.
As long as Makimura's surprise attack is caught... then the next thing will be easy to handle!
Qingto flipped his wrist and deflected Makimura's Odachi with his skilled force-relieving skills, and then the sword in his hand whizzed straight towards Makimura's waist.
Makimura dodged sideways, then moved forward with his knife and started to fight back.
In the fiercely rising snow flakes and mist, two figures, one large and one small, continued to launch fierce attacks on each other like strong winds and roaring waves.
People and people, knives and knives, kept running, drawing long or short arc lines, and emitting a dazzling silver cold light.
The short roar was mixed with the sound of the fierce collision of blades, making people deeply feel the fierce conflict and duel taking place in this mist.
At this moment, Qingdeng's left eye finally regained sight.
He blinked hard, and after confirming that there was no problem with his vision, he quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Makimura thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he snorted coldly, and then took advantage of the opportunity to pass by Makimura. At the same moment when he met Makimura's figure, he suddenly lowered his waist like Makimura just now, and raised his feet Plow hard.
A "fog" has not subsided, and a "fog" has arisen again.
Before the snow and fog that Makimura had dumped had settled and disappeared, Aomori had created new snow and fog.
At almost the same time that the courtyard was once again surrounded by thicker fog, Qingden stepped back and his body disappeared into the fog.
This time, Chang Mucun was disturbed by the sudden obstruction of his vision.
However, like Qingdeng, he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.
He determined that Qingdeng probably wanted to follow suit and launch a surprise attack on him under the cover of mist.
In fact, it was exactly what he expected.
It's just that... Qingdeng's timing and method of launching the surprise attack far exceeded his expectations.
"Um?"
Just when Makimura was about to look around, looking for Aoto's figure... the "target" took the initiative to appear.
Qingden was on Makimura's left side. The Dingguishen in his hand returned to the sheath on his waist at some point.
At this moment, Qingdeng was holding the sheath with his left palm, his right arm was hanging loosely, he was firmly on his heels, and his waist was low.
Looking at Qingteng's posture, Makimura's child's hole suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
This posture... he is so familiar with it!
This is his old friend's unique skill.
This is the trick that his old friend used to choke out many incredible things!
In an instant... Qingden took action!
Luck twisted his waist, stepped forward and squatted down, opening the mouth of the sheath - the world was dark!
A ray of silver sword light flew out from Qingdeng's waist and soared into the sky from bottom to top!
The art of drawing swords...flowing light!
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