Masato Uchizumi used a quick slash against Hema again.

At first, He Ma thought he was going to spit out again, so he dodged his hand first, but the old man attacked directly and almost failed to block the first strike.

Then he finally took on a storm-like continuous fight with the horse, almost every single stroke was very difficult, and the last one almost flew out of his hand.

Although he finally grabbed the knife firmly, Masato Kamizuki's blade still penetrated his defense and pressed against his neck.

Just at this moment, thunder came from the sky, and the wind that was stronger than before poured in from the dojo gate. The heavy moisture in the wind reminded Hema of the most annoying return to the south in his previous life.

Anyone can feel that a storm is coming.

"Did you see clearly?" the old man asked.

"See clearly." He Ma nodded.

"Then you will attack and see if you can fight."

"clear."

He Ma licked his lips and waited for Shangquan Zhenggang to return to his position.

At this time, the wind became stronger, and Hema's downwind ears heard Mikako's scream from outside: "Wow, I'm going to be blown away!"

Then there was the voice of the old lady Uchizumi: "Your skirt is so easy to fly, go and change your pants! I'll lend you!"

It looks quite lively outside.

"Get rid of distractions!" Masato Uchizumi shouted to Kama, "Concentrate! Attack!"

Take a deep breath with the horse, get rid of distracting thoughts, and launch an attack.

He acted according to the old man's actions in his memory.

The first sword should be as fast as the old man.

But the second sword suddenly showed the difference in speed. The old man seized the gap and counterattacked. The stainless steel knife hit Hema's arm directly, causing him to shout out in pain.

"If I don't stop, your left hand will have a shattered fracture!" Shangquan Masato shouted, "Faster! The connection between the flowing clouds and the flowing water will not give the opponent a chance to counterattack!"

I changed the knives with my left hand and rubbed the area where I had just hit with my right hand. This must have been bruised, and it hurts so much as soon as I pressed it up.

Masato Uchizumi looked at Ma Ji's grin and turned his head to the bystander, saying, "There is a medical box in the cabinet over there, and there are sprays in it. Apply it to him."

Bonami immediately ran to the cabinet, but shouted with the horse: "I want to continue!"

"Hmph, the attitude is very good. Then come on!" Shangquan Zhenggang said as he put out the middle knife again.

He Ma launched an attack again, this time he was more focused and faster than the last time.

However, the first and second swords still allowed Masato Uchizumi to seize the opportunity to fight back.

This time, I was mentally prepared with the horse and directly used the knife's hand guard to hold the counterattack.

"It is worth affirming to be able to defend against counterattacks. But you feel that you will definitely not be able to hit a second strike from the beginning. I don't like this attitude." Masato Kamizuki commented, "If you don't believe you can do it, you will definitely not be able to do it!"

He Ma retorted: "I just don't want to add another bruise to my hands. This is called a red heart and two hands ready."

"What a red heart!" Shangquan Zhenggang suddenly launched an attack.

At the same time, the strong wind from Kagoshima Bay was howling, causing the doors and windows of the entire house to clang.

Amid the harsh metal collision, the horse saw something crossing its own field of vision.

It seems like a broken knife?

He Ma thought that the old man had a genuine text on the long boat in front of him had been cut off by the old man, but the next moment he realized that it was the old man's stainless steel knife that was broken.

Because the knife was broken, the shorter blade broke through Hema's defense, and now it was against Hema's belly.

But in front of Ma, was the upper body of the old man with an empty door wide open.

He Ma subconsciously pushed the knife forward and hit the old man's neck.

Then he remembered that his sword had been cut and hurriedly took it back.

The old man laughed: "I didn't expect that in the end I would lose because I cut off my knife."

He Ma was shocked: "This... cannot be considered as your loss."

"If you lose, you lose. At first glance, it seems that it is my knife problem, but I decided to use this knife." Shangquan Zheng just raised the broken blade in front of him and looked carefully. "Well, look at this section. When he just cut off another stainless steel knife, it was already very damaged, but I didn't want to change the knife. As a result, he lost and couldn't blame the knife."

He complained to Ma: "Even if you want to change the knife, there is no knife to change it. Could it be that I use my village rain?"

Qingliu interrupted and said, "You can also use my breaking time to make it clear."

"No," Masato Kamizumi shook his head, "I won't use the ancient sword anymore."

He said "oh" with the horse, then couldn't help but ask curiously: "What kind of knife is your knife sinking on the Pacific Island?"

"A good knife." Masato Uchizumi gave the same answer as he said, "I don't know who forged it. It has no sword in its body, no sword on its body, and no in its hilt."

"Did you even take apart the hilt of the knife and see it?" He Ma exclaimed.

The handle of a Japanese knife is also regarded as part of the entire knife. The word "大大大" is authentic. The so-called "一" refers to the decorative pattern "一" on the handle of the knife.

Therefore, generally speaking, the handle of the ancient sword that has been preserved to this day will not be removed.

Masato Kamiizumi smiled and said, "I was curious at that time. With such a useful knife, I naturally wanted to understand its origin. It was as if you were having a happy time with a girl, and you would naturally want to know her more, right?"

Hema: "This..."

Masato Kamizuki wanted to say something, but he started coughing violently.

Seeing this, Jonami put down the medicine box she had just taken out, ran to the dojo to the gate of the yard, intending to close the door.

But Masato Uchizumi stopped her loudly: "Don't turn it off! Just let it open like this. It's been a long time since I've blown such a comfortable wind."

He Ma looked back and found that the dark clouds were already pressing against the formation outside the house.

It is August now, and at the latitude of Japan, it should be a good time to watch the sunset, but now it is completely dark.

The lights in Kagoshima City outline the shape of Kagoshima Bay, and the sea further away is pitch black.

The Sakurajima Volcano is also hidden in the dark night and is completely invisible.

The wind blowing from the sea continued to whistle, making the doors and windows of the house restless.

Hema could even hear some parts of the house creaking.

He couldn't help but look up.

There are many wooden houses in Japan, especially those built in this single household, many of which are wooden houses.

Masato Suzuki comforted Hima: "Don't worry, this house was built by me and is very solid. I have experienced countless typhoons over the years, and it is still as if I were."

He Ma glanced at the entry "Breath of Death" above the old man's head, and thought about it but didn't say anything.

Haruru stood up and said, "Go and help. It seems that the typhoon is going to land in advance. I don't want to sleep in the house where the wind blows away the window."

Baonami nodded, "Well, so do I."

When he saw that the two girls were going to help, he thought that it would be unreasonable if he was a big man.

He looked at Shangquan Zheng-kong and was about to speak, but the old man took the initiative to say, "You go and help too. It's because I'm too anxious to teach you this trick. It's not a problem to be prepared to deal with the typhoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mikako hurried into the dojo: "Hama! Who is that here!"

Hema: "Who is here?"

"It's that person! That, that, rice! No, it's..." Mikako seemed to rack her brains, but she immediately realized, "Get the rice leaves! Get the rice leaves are coming!"

Masato Uchizumi asked seriously: "Are you here or your son?"

"Son, son, son!" Mikako said three sons in a row, "I forgot what I'm calling, it's the one who defeated Hima."

At this time, I remembered what senior Toda said this morning, Akihiro Kamiya was found missing early in the morning.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

Shangquan Zhenggang walked towards the gate of the dojo: "Have you actually ran over by yourself? How many times have I said that I won't accept him as my disciple!"

Mikako asked curiously: "Why, isn't it good to sell face to the police chief?"

"Because I believe that my strength is not yet at the point where I can turn rotten wood into pillars." said the old man.

He Ma Xin thought that this old man was indeed a stinky tongue monster.

If he is gentler, he will not allow Shinya Akihiko to obtain the seven deadly sins.

While thinking this way, he followed the old man with the words "Aboutique" with the long boat in front of the horse.

After walking two steps, he remembered that his sword had been cut, and he asked him to let his neighbors see it and might have misunderstood.

Shangquan Zheng had just lived on this hill and there were few neighbors, and they had made good preparations for typhoon prevention and wooden boards were sealed with doors and windows.

But what if someone sees it?

He Ma turned around and looked for the scabbard, but couldn't find it after searching for a circle. Only then did he remember that he had just launched the scabbard and knocked out a painting by Old Man Shangquan.

He looked up and was about to go to the innermost part of the dojo, and saw Qingliu coming with a scabbard.

"Give."

"Thanks."
To be continued...