When General Kazunaga got up from the ground, he felt his crotch was chilly, and even the luxurious clothes were stained with filth, it would become worthless. Similarly, without the support of the shogunate and the military suppression, he was no longer as confident, and he was different from the old farmer working by the farmland?

This damn god trampled on his dignity as a general! He slashed the ministers and nobles whom he was relying on in front of him with thunder into charcoal. General Jiaming could even foresee that he would be harassed by these ministers and families when he returned to Weizhang. The backstages of those nobles were all very troublesome, and even the [Aozhou Chaos] twenty years ago was not impossible to happen again.

The gloomy duck on his face only appeared for a moment. General Jiaming quickly knelt down with a flattering smile on his fat face covered in cold sweat, allowing the sweat to melt the oil on his face.

He turned his attention to the martial arts stage. The one who held the sword was Gui Subuyan, who was the best at Juhe killing skills among his command [Eleven People on the Imperial Side]. Gui Subuyan, who was one of the same body as this general, defeated the flashy and unreal fake that was praised as the highest point of the swordsman, and won the final victory for me!

On the martial arts stage, the white soldiers and Gui Subuyan stood at the ends of the two ends, looking at each other.

The bright sunshine shines, reflecting the residual water stains on the surface of the martial arts field reflecting golden light.

Gui Subuyan is a seemingly ordinary bald monk. He has several tiger-shaped beards on both sides of his cheeks. His eyes are narrow and narrowed into gaps, so that no one can see through his eyes. He holds the overall color-colored [Slaying Knife·Blunt], and his right palm stands up in front of him in a prayer shape.

"The strongest in the country, the fallen swordsman, the white soldier... Now retreat, I can still allow you to survive." Gui Subuyan did not open his eyes when he spoke.

"Are the eleven people in the Yufang side talking nonsense? You are like this, and so are those two mediocre talents who challenge the "micro-knife".

The size of the white soldier is only 5 feet and 3 inches, as slender as a woman, and has a cold eyes. He holds a translucent, beautiful long sheathed sword in his left hand and a paper umbrella in his right hand.

"They are the weakest among the eleven people in the Yufang. I am different. In terms of strength, I am one of the most powerful people in the Yufang. Not to mention that I am still holding the [Slaying Sword·Blunt], which is the most suitable for my Juhe sword technique."

Gui Subu's face was serious, but he held the left thumb of the knife scabbard and gently pressed against the knife thigh:

"Take this as my mercy to you, don't be ungrateful, you'll be a white soldier."

"I want to win the final victory before God, so I hope to use verbal offensive to avoid all the possibility of injury? It's so stupid..."

"What!"

"What the gods want to see is the collision of iron and the splash of blood, not the ridiculous means of using spells and power to win. Unfortunately, I just changed the motivation for coming here-"

The white soldier stood quietly on the edge of the martial arts field, holding a paper umbrella that covered the sunny to a little excessive sunlight:

"I will win the final victory and become the sharp blade of Susano's great god in the world. I will prove that [六] is the most perfect and complete variant knife worthy of recasting of the gods."

"...I'm so arrogant!" Gui Subuye slightly lowered and leaned his body. This is the most suitable position for Juhekong except for the sitting position.

"So, rhetoric is the most useless thing for swordsmen."

The white soldier threw away the paper umbrella in his hand, and the rotating paper umbrella flew up and then landed outside the field.

At this moment, the black-clothed referee standing under the stage suddenly waved the small flag in his hand—

"The swordsmanship in front of the gods! A look at the winners and loses - [Bai Bai Soldier] vs. [Ghost Su Bu Wushou]!"

"Good and right, we will decide the outcome!"

The umbrella handle of the paper umbrella gently knocked on the stone floor outside the field.

Bang! Gui Subuye suddenly exerted force under his feet, and the hard stone brick was also cracked by him. He rushed towards the white soldier at a very fast speed. At the same time, he lowered his body and held the scabbard with his left hand and held the hilt with his right hand. The light of the knife suddenly appeared!

[Ghost-headed horse·One riding]!

It was still more than ten meters away from the White Army. The vacuum slash wave brought about by the harsh Juhe slash actually broke away from the sword blade and turned into flying props to shatter the stone floor along the way.

[Slaying Swords: Blunt], with an incomparable "sharpness", nothing can stop its blade. It is the most suitable for "sword drawing" variant sword of Sishizakiki. However, Guisu has been studying sword drawing for decades and is confident that Japan will no longer have a more powerful sword drawing master than him. If you can win, even if your opponent is the strongest white soldier in the country, I can win!

The sword light that Li Ren flew out was extremely fast and slashed at the position of the White Soldier in just a moment, and bricks and stones suddenly splashed.

But the white soldier was faster. He just shrank and took another step forward, and his body instantly crossed ten meters. He took three consecutive steps and immediately crossed the huge martial arts field.

[Secret Skill·Rain Reducing]!

Seeing that the white soldier showed this move, not only the people holding the knife, but even Heather raised his eyebrows. This was already an extreme movement skill for ordinary people.

Gui Subuyan lowered his body again, almost bowing, and kneeled his legs and bent his legs. He held the black hilt in his right hand and turned into a blurred phantom. The slash waves caused by the continuous and fierce Juhe slash predicted the movement trajectory of the white soldiers and kept slashing out. At the same time, the sword light also marked the five meters around Gui Subuyan into the penalty area. The incominger will die!

"Okay, so awesome..." Ju'er, who was watching the battle in the distance, was shocked. The eleven people under the general's command were indeed extraordinary.

But Qihua had different opinions - "Is it very powerful? I think the Juhe Slash of Yulian Yin Pavilion is faster and sharper."

Yulian Silver Pavilion, the original holder of [Slaying Knife·Dun], guarded the empty Inba City alone, the last Inba City Lord. He died with a smile after fighting with Qihua. Even if Qihua is as strong as Qihua, he has to win with a plan, so he is impressed.

Ju'er was a little dissatisfied: "It's just that because the opponent is a white soldier, it seems that Gui Su Bu Han is not as powerful as Yu Lian Yin Pavilion? Look, the white soldier's proud skill [Breaking the ground]!"

Under the skill of [Breaking and Shrinking the Ground], the White Soldier could still turn the direction at will without slowing down, and kept turning back and forth in the martial arts field. He gradually approached Gui Subuyan with irregular Z-shaped trajectory regardless of the situation.

"Dare to get close? Have a courage... die!"

Just as the White Soldier took another step [Breaking and Shrinking], Gui Subuyan's eyes, which had been squinting, suddenly opened his anger. This time, instead of holding the knife with his right hand, he held the hilt of the knife with his right hand, swung the strongest sword-pulling at the White Soldier who had just landed on the ground.

"【Cut the knife and reverse】!"

At the same time, the White Soldier also took action.

He flipped the translucent [thin knife and needle] in his hand, which was as exquisite as an art work, and naturally threw out the scabbard and gently led the attacking Juhe Sword to the side. At the same time, the thin and thin blade as bright as crystal was along the trajectory that the white soldiers had already planned, and drew a beautiful semicircle from bottom to top.

“【Reversal Dream Slash】.”

The light blue sword light was mixed with brilliant sunlight, and it just passed through Gui Subuyan's body lightly and silently. The white soldier himself appeared like the wind at the edge of the field ten meters behind Gui Subuyan. The thin and narrow tip of the knife was obliquely erected to the ground, without a drop of blood or a grain of dust.

Gui Su Buyan turned his back to the white soldier and kept his sword slashing and slashing. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke:

"The chain sword moves that perfectly use the scabbard and blade... Is this the unique skill that you can call the 'Sword Saint' by the world?"

“That’s right.”

"What a beautiful sword technique... I lost."

Plop! Plop! Gui Subuyan's upper body slid from his right shoulder to his left waist, and his bodies fell heavily to the ground one after another, and then there was no sound.

The white soldier bent down and picked up the paper umbrella from the edge of the field and raised it again. Then he turned around and looked at Gui Subuyan's body and said lightly:

"Even if you reach the underworld, please be immersed in it."

Outside the field, the black-clothed referee waved the small flag suddenly.

The battle of swordsmanship in front of the gods is a victory or defeat. The winner-

White soldiers!
Chapter completed!