In the courtyard shrouded in darkness, there were countless ghosts and shadows lurking in the darkness.
Zhang Heng's words were like opening the door to hell, releasing the evil spirits who were already hungry and thirsty, and rushed towards him like a tide, like moths attracted by the light of the fire.
The maid holding a lantern opposite finally drew out her sword. Almost at the same moment, at least three swords struck different parts of Zhang Heng's body.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Heng remained calm. He held the knife in one hand, but did not put the knife back into its sheath with the other hand.
He has challenged many dojos in Kyoto before. In addition to looking for famous swords, he is also observing the sword techniques of various schools and absorbing the strengths of various schools. Although his skills are still at LV3 and have not changed, Zhang Heng can indeed feel his progress. , unlike when he first came here simply relying on basic attributes to crush him, now he has learned a lot of routines. Although he has not yet been able to integrate these routines into one, he can already choose different routines according to different situations.
For example, now, there are a lot of enemies. At this time, Zhang Heng chose Ertian's first-class swordsmanship to deal with the enemy. He held the ribs in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, each holding the two knives that hit his left leg and lower back. At the same time, The bully attacker was a woman, and no matter how proficient she was in her skills, she was still not as strong as a man. The moment Zhang Heng's arms connected with the opponent's weapons, Zhang Heng's arms suddenly exerted force and opened two knives.
Then he quickly grabbed the gap in the middle, moved his ribs across his forehead, and blocked the third oncoming knife. At the same time, he waved his right hand and cut off one of the arms of a young waiter before she could draw the knife.
The splatter of blood made the chill in the courtyard even worse.
Zhang Heng did not stand there stupidly waiting for the enemy to surround him, but retreated while fighting, looking for weaknesses in the encirclement. This is also in line with the essence of Niten Yiyi. Miyamoto Musashi is not only a master of swordsmanship, but also a master of the art of war. , in the famous duel at Ganliu Island, he defeated Sasaki Kojiro, the number one swordsman at the time, with a strategy.
His sword skills are based on perfect combination and surprising victory. They are not limited to one style, and are even more unconstrained in Zhang Heng's hands. At the same time, because Zhang Heng holds a knife in one hand and the other in different lengths, his moves are more cunning. At almost every cut someone was wounded or fell.
However, these people really live up to their reputation as dead soldiers. Even if their companions continue to die, there is still no fear in their eyes. Even if their hands and feet are broken, as long as they still have breath, they will still rush forward without hesitation, even if it is just Sending his body and head to Zhang Heng's knife as if committing suicide, he also wanted to fight for opportunities for his companions around him.
It is a fighting method exclusively for dead soldiers, fighting for their lives, advancing without retreating!
Many of them were adopted by an adult from the overthrown sect when they were young, or they were willing to repay the favor because their family members had received great kindness. They were trained in the ancient methods of the Warring States Period. They abandoned personal emotions and did not know why they were afraid. Objects that only regard completing tasks as the entire meaning of their existence can often burst out with terrifying combat power.
Under such a ferocious attack, even the most powerful master cannot escape unscathed.
Zhang Heng's left arm, calf and waist were slashed one after another, but they were all only minor injuries. Two of them were because he underestimated his opponent's determination. It was clear that the rib gap had pierced the opponent's heart, but the enemy could still rely on his amazing will. He continued to chop off the sword in his hand, and someone even left a row of tooth marks on his wrist.
However, Zhang Heng was not polite. A life-and-death battle was not the time to show mercy. In just a few moments, he had killed more than a dozen people, including the maid he had saved before. Now his head had been chopped off by him. The deepest stab in his waist was the last gift the other party gave him.
Zhang Heng's heart remained calm, and he didn't regret much about his previous rescue action. He didn't want to watch the other party kill himself for a small mistake, and the other party tried to chop him but he killed him in reverse. This was two different things. Just like what the other party said. , the conflict between the two parties is nothing more than their responsibilities.
The so-called dead soldiers cannot be regarded as complete "people" in the first place. They have abandoned their own lives and all their emotions, living and dying for others.
Zhang Heng used his ribs to block a thrust, and then he saw the right moment and used his knife to pick up the lantern that had fallen to the ground and started to burn. He threw it aside to the firewood shed where the firewood was stored. At the same time, he also He retreated to the door of the woodshed and stood guard there to prevent others from rushing in to put out the fire.
Zhang Heng showed off the momentum he had when he was crossing the seven seas in the black sails, and danced his two swords so airtight that no one could defeat them. In a short period of time, no one could attack even one foot in front of him. Inside.
However, Zhang Hengmo did some calculations and found that the people he had just killed or lost their combat effectiveness were probably less than one-third of the tea house's manpower. If the consumption continued like this, he might really be consumed by these guys who don't know why they are afraid of death. .
Therefore, Zhang Heng lit the firewood house and was actually preparing for his subsequent retreat.
The main entrance and the side entrance are the two key defensive areas of the tea house. It is probably a bit difficult to break through. However, Zhang Heng still has level 1 rock climbing and can leave directly through the roof. That is also the weakest place in the entire encirclement, although there are some guys who know ninjutsu. They squatted on top, but during the battle, most of them jumped down and tried to sneak attack Zhang Heng, but Zhang Heng eventually killed them.
As soon as the fire gets bigger, Zhang Heng will evacuate the tea house.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the faint cry of killing coming from outside the gate, and at the same time, he could clearly feel that the pressure around him seemed to be reduced.
Has anything changed?
Zhang Heng was thinking to himself when he heard a familiar voice shouting, "Souji Okita, the captain of the Shinsengumi 1st Division, is here. People inside listen and put down their weapons quickly for inspection! Our director is on the way. en route!"
However, after he shouted this voice, he did not make the enemies in front of him surrender. Instead, they made those guys attack him more fiercely. The people in the teahouse seemed to be planning to kill Kondo Isamu, the big boss of the Shinsengumi, before he arrived. First, kill the unsightly captain of the first team in front of you.
But what they didn't expect was that they would be so weak tonight, kicking two iron plates in succession. The troublesome guy inside couldn't be taken down, and the new one outside was also a living King of Hell.
After announcing his name, Okita Souji began to rush towards the teahouse. The sword in his hand bloomed in the dark night, like a light butterfly. However, no one thought that even this beautiful butterfly also had extremely deadly powers. Everyone who stood in front of Okita was cut down by his sword. Surprisingly, no one was his enemy.
In the end, Sootian actually rushed in alone.
