Qingto flipped his wrist and deflected Makimura's Odachi with his skilled force-relieving skills, and then the sword in his hand whizzed straight towards Makimura's waist.

Makimura dodged sideways, then raised his knife and moved forward to fight back.

In the fiercely rising snow flakes and mist, two figures, one large and one small, continued to launch fierce attacks on each other like strong winds and roaring waves.

People and people, knives and knives, kept running, drawing long or short arc lines, emitting a dazzling silver cold light.

The short roar was mixed with the sound of the fierce collision of blades, making people deeply feel what kind of fierce conflict and duel was taking place in this mist.

At this moment, Qingdeng's left eye finally regained sight.

He blinked hard to confirm that there was no problem with his vision, then quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Makimura thoughtfully.

Suddenly, he snorted coldly, and then took advantage of the opportunity to pass by Makimura. At the same moment when he met Makimura's figure, he suddenly lowered his waist like Makimura just now, and raised his feet.

Plow the ground hard.

When a "fog" does not subside, a "fog" arises again.

Before the snow and fog that Makimura had dumped had settled and disappeared, Aomori had created new snow and fog.

Almost at the same time that the courtyard was once again surrounded by thicker fog, Qingdeng stepped back and his body disappeared into the fog.

This time, Chang Mu Village was disturbed by the suddenly blocked view.

However, like Qingdeng, he regained his composure in just a blink of an eye.

He concluded that Qingdeng probably wanted to follow suit and launch a surprise attack on him under the cover of mist.

In fact, it was exactly what he expected.

It's just that... Qingdeng's timing and method of launching the surprise attack far exceeded his expectations.

"Um?"

Just when Makimura was about to look around for Aoto's figure... the "target" took the initiative to appear.

Qingden was on Makimura's left side. The Dingguishen in his hand returned to the sheath on his waist at some point.

At this moment, Qingdeng was holding the sheath with his left palm, his right arm was hanging loosely, his feet were firmly planted, and his waist was low.

Looking at Qingdeng's posture, Makimura's childish hole suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.

This posture... he is so familiar with it!

This is the unique skill of his old friend.

This is the trick that his old friend used to kill a lot of incredible things!

In an instant... Qingden took action!

Luck twists his waist, steps forward, squats down, and opens the mouth of the sheath - the world is dark!

A ray of silver sword light flew out from Qingdeng's waist and soared into the sky from bottom to top!

The art of sword drawing...flowing light!

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It’s the end of a month again!
Chapter completed!