I'm In Mist Shinobi: Practicing Water Style With The Pacific Ocean

The interior of the castle is magnificent and luxurious.

Each floor is more than five meters high, and walking on the aisle can make people feel a sense of oppression.

On the walls on both sides, a painting hangs every few steps.

The content of the paintings varies.

The only certainty is that the things on the paintings are strange and scary.

Nami and Usopp took three steps together, catching up with Wayne, one arm on the other, as if he would not let go if he was killed.

Robin on the side saw this picture and covered his mouth with a chuckle.

At the end of the aisle, Zoro, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

The others stepped forward to see that Brook was already in the hall.

And, he's confronting a zombie in clogs and a bun.

This zombie is not on the same level as those crooked melons and cracked dates outside.

First of all, his body and clothes are well preserved.

Although the skin and bones can already be seen on the face, the body still looks very strong.

He was slender and straight, with a knife hanging from his waist.

01 Seeing this zombie, Zoro felt itchy and wanted to compete with him.

However, his pride as a swordsman made him not allow himself to interfere in other people's battles.

Just like he doesn't like other people meddling in his duels either.

"Hey, is this the legendary samurai?"

Usopp exclaimed in surprise.

His two favorite things to do on the hometown trail.

One of the things is to hear passing boaters tell me anecdotes from all over the world.

Another thing is to process the stories I heard and turn them into my own experiences, and tell them to other people on the island.

So, Usopp actually knew a lot of what really happened, but he wasn't personally involved in those things.

"Speaking of which, it seems to be true. I have seen a samurai from Wanokuni in a pirate group before. He was dressed up and exuded a unique temperament, which was similar to this zombie."

Robin echoed.

"Wanokuni?"

Wayne remembered that he had heard such a name when he was in Long Chain Island.

There may be the only place in the world that can help itself solve the problem of backlash.

So Wayne couldn't help but pay more attention to the zombie samurai.

The two people who were confronting the scene seemed to be unaware that someone was coming, and they only had each other in their eyes.

"Why don't you just stay outside? Why are you coming back to find death?

The zombie samurai speaks to Brook.

Hearing this, it seemed that they had duel before, and it was clear that Brook had lost.

"You are indeed much stronger than me, so I haven't had the courage to come back to you for a long time. However, not long ago, I met a group of very interesting little guys. They invited me to go on a boat and go on an adventure with them. , To be honest, I was moved. So, I wanted to try again."

Brook drew his rapier from his cane.

"It turns out that it sounds very touching, but I still advise you to give up. It can be seen that there has not been much progress in the past few years. It is even more impossible to defeat me now.

Although the zombie samurai showed contempt, he still drew the knife from his waist to show respect for a challenger.

It was a long black knife, and the luster looked very special, and it felt extremely hard.

"Black Sabre Qiushui, it turned out to be Black Saber Qiushui, are you the Dragon Slayer Warrior Ryoma?"

Zoro, who had been focusing on the zombie warrior, exclaimed.

Although he doesn't know a lot of things like Usopp and Robin, he knows a lot about knives.

Especially the top-level weapon like the Twelve-Engaged Knife.

Of course, he will also get to know the owner of the knife by the way.

So, when he saw the blade, Zoro immediately recognized this famous blade, which is said to not bend even when a dinosaur stepped on it.

"Oh, you are quite discerning, you can actually recognize my black sword Qiushui. Yes, it is Ryoma, Dragon Slayer? It seems that someone called me that, but I don't like it very much. Although I did kill One-stop, but that's not something to be commended. I don't want to say more, and the family shame cannot be made public.

"Family Ugly?"

Wayne got the point of the matter all at once.

But at this moment, the matter was relatively unimportant, and Wayne took it to heart.

Without warning, the zombie warrior and Brook disappeared.

After a while, a few sword lights appeared in another location in the hall.

The figures of the two disappeared in a flash, and then the knife light appeared in the next position.

Both of them were extremely fast, and the fight was inextricable for a while.

The fight did not last long, and soon, the two appeared on the walls on both sides, seemingly squatting on the walls.

This was because they had just experienced a powerful blow, and the two sides were thrown to both sides by the anti-shock force.

The temptation and warm-up have been completed, and the next step is to move the real thing.

The two of them kicked the wall at the same time and shot out.

"Wine bottle dance, chain hits.

"Wine Bottle Dance, Chain Strike."

The two used the same knife style, and the knife shadow was as fast as stabbing more than ten knives at the same time.

The sword shadows collided, and the crisp sound continued, but it was impossible to distinguish the winner.

After landing, the momentum on the two of them faded immediately, replaced by a sense of casual arrogance.

At the same time, they walked slowly like each other, step by step.

"Three Nose Songs..."

Every time you take a step, say a word.

As soon as 817 finished speaking, the figures of the two flashed directly to the position where the other was standing.

Looking at it, I thought neither of them had moved.

But in fact, they have already passed each other, facing each other.

"Tail cut!"

Brook and Ryoma flashed countless knife lights at the same time.

This is the slash that they left on each other when they passed by.

It was only after the move was finished that it appeared at the same time.

"Uh...isn't it strong enough after all?"

Brook staggered for a few seconds, unable to hold it any longer, and fell to the ground.

The samurai Ryoma, however, was still standing proudly. When everyone looked carefully, it turned out that he just had a few more holes in his clothes, and there was no scar on his body.

From this, it is easy to draw a conclusion that the gap between the two is too stark.

It's no wonder Brook didn't work hard.

Because of the shadow of Brook in the body, the zombie of the samurai Ryoma has the physique of a samurai warrior, but the moves used are all Brook's.

It's like a stick in a child's hand falling into an adult's hand.

The lethality and destructive power that can be played are naturally very different.

It's not that Brook is weak, it's that he knows the other party's abilities very well, so he was suppressed to the death.