Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 169 First meeting!Wei Ming single hearted!
Arriving in front of the Buddha statue in the temple, Nomo Arakawa gently placed the guardian bell on it.

"Remember," the wolf's voice came from behind, "the swaddling baby can only give you the power to bring you back to life once, if you are killed before you get the undead slash, give up the undead slash, no matter what you face Such an enemy, just remember, although it is shameful to escape, it is indeed useful."

"Do ninjas also pay attention to evasion?" Nozomi Arakawa didn't look back.

"Ninjas are just a bunch of lunatics." The wolf said softly, "No one is not afraid of death, but no one wants to live forever."

"I understand. If I really can't get it, I will choose to retreat." Arakawa smiled, "After all, I still have family waiting for me."

The blue luster emanated from the Buddha statue, and Arakawa Wang felt that his body was fading away with the luster.

After a while, his body disappeared into the dilapidated temple.

"Is there still family waiting for you...?" The wolf chewed on this sentence, shook his head after a while, and continued to carve the Buddha statue.

... * ...

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was full of blood.

The battlefield was full of gunpowder smoke, countless corpses piled up into mountains and rivers, and blood flowed from their wounds, staining every reed.Broken arrows were stuck on the blood-stained battle flag, and the extremely colorful maple leaves fluttered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Ah!"

"what!"

Not far away, there were sounds of swords and swords.

On this battlefield in the afterglow of the setting sun, there are still two last warriors fighting desperately.

There is a huge difference in stature between the two, and one of the samurai is slightly taller, but normal.

But another samurai in red armor is wearing a big white hair and a red ghost mask.

He has a hulking back, two meters tall, and sweeps across the battlefield with the cross-word gun in his hand. The blade is stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

Although the tinkling sounds sounded crisp, the scene in front of him shocked Arakawa quite a bit.

The battle between the two can only be described in two words: the use of various moves and the interchangeability of offense and defense, as well as trust in intuition and sensitivity to crises... This is definitely a talent that only master-level fighters can possess, because this This so-called talent can only be tempered in countless bloody battles, and a hundred trials become steel!

The tall samurai two meters away blocked the attack from his chest, swept his sword horizontally, and tried to chop off his opponent's head.

At this moment, the shorter samurai in black armor dodged the sweep, but this also made him passive.

But the tall samurai chased after him and seized the advantage, so he was bound to expand this advantage.

He strode forward and stabbed the cross-word spear in his hand suddenly, but the warrior in black armor immediately switched to holding a knife in both hands, and violently bounced the cross-word spear thrust to the left.

Arakawa looked at this scene and felt it looked familiar.

How come the moves used by this black-armored warrior are like [Kicking Carp] and [Down Carp] in Wei Mingliu?
Not only that, Ashina Ryu's "Flowing Water" was also displayed on the black armored samurai without any trace, and his momentum and proficiency were much higher than Arakawa Nozomi's.

But the tall warrior still held the absolute initiative. Although he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his expression, the roar from his mouth was enough to show that his anger and fighting spirit had reached their peak!

After the attack was bounced off, he immediately took a step back to adjust his breathing and posture, while guarding against the counterattack of the black armored warrior.

But the warrior in black armor bounced off the blow from the thick and fierce spear, and he himself seemed a little weak.

The tall warrior was shocked!That's right, he seized the opening, and thrust the ten-word spear in his hand at the warrior in black armor.

Thousands of times of confrontation, just to seize the moment of weakness.

Arakawa Wang frowned, because he saw the proud smile under the black samurai helmet.

He was shocked!learned!
This wave is pretending to be weak to seduce the enemy to attack!

The moment the cross-word spear arrived in front of the black warrior, he turned his body sideways at the most perfect timing, and at the same time raised his foot high, and stepped on the cross-word spear vigorously like a tiger preying on it, causing it to sink deep into the soft soil among.

Arakawa looked dumbfounded.

Isn't this...【See through】?

A man who can use Wei Mingren to such an extreme...

Could it be that... the person in front of him is! ?
The tall samurai wanted to draw his gun immediately, but the black samurai was too strong, and he was going to retreat immediately after no results.

There is never a shortage of weapons on the battlefield. There are as many knives as there are people killed.

Without the crossword gun, he has other weapons at his disposal.

In deathmatch, anything can be a weapon, from rocks on the ground.

The black samurai would not, and would not, give the tall samurai this chance. The moment the tall samurai let go of the cross-word gun, he also let go of his foot, and thrust his backhand into the tall samurai's foot, blood soaking the shoes immediately.

The tall samurai roared in pain, before the black samurai could pull out the knife from his feet, he grabbed the cross spear again and struck the black samurai's head with a fatal blow.

Although his mobility has been impaired, he hasn't been completely defeated yet!

"Ding!"

The black samurai pulled out his sword at the last moment, holding the handle of the sword with one hand and the back of the sword with the other to block the spear.

The short time seemed so long, the two sides were at a stalemate, and the black warrior's hands were gradually stained with his own blood, dripping into his eyelids drop by drop.

He let out an angry roar, exerted all his strength, and bounced off the tall warrior's attack again. Before the opponent attacked or parried again, the blood-stained blade passed obliquely from the opponent's ribs to the armpit, and the hot blood flowed along with the blade. Pieces are scattered, adding a layer of brilliance to the red maple leaves on the ground.

The tall warrior knelt down on one knee, and he knew that he had already lost.

This is fighting, life and death are only a moment, no matter how strong, as long as there is a moment of slack, or if the opponent catches a flaw, then the next second will usher in the end of death.

The black samurai stepped on the tall samurai's knees and jumped on his back. The tall samurai was unwilling to give up and wanted to fight with his back, but the black samurai grabbed the horns on his helmet, and the center of gravity of his body shifted backwards, forcing the tall samurai His head was thrown back, exposing the neck where the helmet meets the armor.

The sharp samurai sword pierced the tall samurai's neck, and the tall samurai held the sharp samurai sword with bloodshot eyes.

But his resistance was in vain. The black warrior suddenly pulled out the blade, and blood spurted out like spring water, splashing in the air to form a heroic painting.

The tall body fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

The black samurai jumped from his body, looked at the fiery red sky, and shouted with joy of victory and retaking the country.

"The enemy general Tamura has been defeated by me!!"

The roar resounded through the sky, like the roar of a lion on the grassland.

This is the Sword Master—Weiming Yixin.

The bloody battle of stealing the country.

　There are only two updates today, sorry, I have some personal matters to do, please understand, thank you, and sorry.

　　
　
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