v2 Chapter 301： Are those guys in Kyoto now? (1/2)

All this happened too quickly, Matsuo, Takahashi and others still stomped their necks to admire Yamada's exquisite knife.

Unexpectedly, after the sudden turn of events without any warning, there was no transition in the middle, and Yamada, a small and famous warrior in the fall scene, was cut off by his left hand.

The blood spurting from the fracture splashed on Zhang Heng's feather weave that had not been washed for a long time, making his already unusually tall figure look even more appalling.

Matsuo and Takahashi were shocked and took two steps back. They didn't stop until their backs reached the wooden fence, but the two pairs of small eyes couldn't help moving around, apparently they were ready. ready.

The pupil on the other side of the bamboo also shrank sharply.

Even Yamada, who lost his left hand, probably didn't figure out what had happened that moment before. From the sloppy expression on his face, he couldn't figure out why he had the upper hand and why he lost so simply.

Only as a bystander and master of swordsmanship did Takeuchi reluctantly keep up with Zhang Heng's last sword.

It is because of this that he can experience the power of this sword more deeply.

Zhang Heng caught the tiny frustration between Yamada's first change and the second change. He bullied himself into the opponent's chest, and at the same time quickly shook his wrist, letting the blade point draw an arc, avoiding Yamada. The Taidao in his hand was because Yamada was swinging the sword at that time, so from the perspective of Takeuchi, it was like Yamada intentionally put his wrist on the opponent's blade.

Takeuchi took a sip of air-conditioning, a fast knife, and a terrible calculation. Why everyone seems to be more insidious than himself.

Yamada didn't realize anything until the severed hand fell to the ground. The severe pain from his left wrist covered his forehead with sweat. However, the pride of a samurai made him cry without pain. On the ground, his chest was undulating, his face pale.

At this moment, Koyama Dojo became as quiet as ever, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Koyama Akane opened her mouth wide and stood still, only feeling that her head was not enough.

Apparently not long ago, she was still worried about the Ronin. The next moment, Zhang Heng has already defeated the strong enemy in front of her. As a person who has fought with Yamada twice, Xiao Qian is probably the most powerful speaker. Right person, although the warrior of the Changzhou clan may not be as good as her father, the difference is not too far away.

Such a skill can be called a master no matter what the forces are, so she was not unfair in the previous battle.

However, it is such a master that in the hands of this lingerer has not even survived three moves.

Koyama Akane almost did not turn this sharp bend.

In front of her, she had been mercilessly despised and thought that she was bragging. Was she really a peerless master?

After three strokes, Zhang Heng no longer went to see Shantian, and closed his sword into the sheath.

Then to the slumped hill Akane, ”Sorry.”

”Huh? What, sorry?” Koyama Akira asked stupidly.

”Sorry for staining the floor of your dojo.” Zhang Heng pointed at the blood on the ground. He said, looking at Matsuo, Takahashi and others intentionally or unintentionally, both of whom he saw could not wait to change on the spot Form a worm, and go down into the ground.