Mizushima said as he drew his sword and took a stance.

"Otherwise - the sword has no eyes!"

Blah blah blah...!

At this time, Qingdeng heard a torrent of footsteps behind him.

"gentlemen."

Shazhong's breath blew in Qingdeng's ears. In order to prevent her identity from being revealed, she deliberately called her only "sir" and did not mention her real name.

"There are a large number of enemies coming from the rear. If we don't break forward as soon as possible, we may be in danger of being flanked."

"...Well, I understand."

After saying that, Qingdeng quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

——Think about it carefully... I have never fought against my grandson-kun and Mizushima-kun before...

At this thought, Qingdeng slowly opened his eyes - a strong fighting spirit jumped out from under his eyelids!

"Hahaha... Sure enough, it's impossible to persuade people to surrender so easily..."

When my grandson saw this, he chuckled a few times.

"...Thieves, I don't quite understand why you don't use a real sword, but the ugly words come first: I will never hold back!"

An icy cold light burst out from Mizushima's eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ignoring my grandson's self-deprecation and Mizushima's warning, Aomori quietly raised the bamboo sword in his hand, set up the Kasumi-dan structure, and then shouted in a disguised voice:

"Bring your horses over here!"

The moment he finished speaking, his body and sword transformed into a flashing afterimage!

But in a blink of an eye, Qingto closed the distance between himself and my grandson, Mizushima.

The wind is blowing loudly and clothes are fluttering!

Shooting men first, shooting horses first, capturing thieves first, capturing kings, Qingteng decided to kill Mizushima, who was the strongest and the greatest threat to him first.

As soon as he said it, Qingdeng's right arm suddenly popped open like a broken bowstring.

The bamboo sword made a faint sound "Hugh" and swept towards where Mizushima was standing.

A subtle strike.

If Mizushima hadn't dodged in time, he would have definitely been cut down to the ground.

Qingdeng rubbed his toes on the ground, intending to launch further pursuit of Mizushima.

But at this moment, my grandson next to me suddenly took action!

I saw my grandson suddenly spread his elbows, tilted his upper body, and rushed towards Qingdeng like a gust of wind. A silver snake flew out from his armpit and went straight to Qingdeng's lower body.

Looking at my grandson's sword, Qingdeng shook his eyebrows.

He could tell at just one glance: My grandson's swordsmanship level is quite average.

Such skills... can probably only be used against ordinary people who don't understand martial arts.

It seems that the rumors are true. My grandson is a pure man of letters who is "stronger than his mind and shorter than his body."

However, although my grandson's personal martial arts is average, his sense of smell is very sensitive.

He accurately grasped the gap where Qingdeng's old strength had exhausted its new strength, and launched an offensive in a timely manner.

However, no matter how sensitive your sense of smell is, it will be useless if you don't have the body and skills to maximize this advantage.

Qingdeng only took half a step back to avoid my grandson's knife.

——Compared to the "Dragon of Fire", the person who needs the most attention is indeed the "Tiger of Fire"!

While Qingto was thinking this secretly, he refocused his sight and attention on Mizushima who had just been forced back by him - buzz - at this moment, Qingto's field of vision was filled with silvery cold light!

It's Mizushima's sword!

Mizushima jumped up and slashed at Qingden's Tianling Gai with the force of a mountain crushing the sword in his hand.

Qingdeng subconsciously wanted to raise his sword to defend himself, but he quickly remembered that the weapon he was using at this time was not a real weapon, but a bamboo sword.

Using a bamboo sword to block a real sword... will only lead to a tragedy of sword destruction and death.

Therefore, Qingdeng could only change his tactics.

At this time, the advantages of being in battle for a long time and having extremely rich combat experience emerged.

In just a blink of an eye, Qingdeng came up with a strategy that could replace "defense" without the need to dodge!

In an instant, consciousness guides the body. The body follows the movement of the heart!

Snap!

Peng!

The sound of footsteps that seemed to crack the floor and the long cry of the bamboo sword hitting the flesh sounded almost simultaneously.

Facing the sword slashed by Mizushima, Qingto neither dodge nor dodge, but stepped forward with an indomitable momentum and took the initiative to face Mizushima!

The sharp blade that could easily break bones grazed Qingden's scalp.

If Qingteng's steps were slower, or if Mizushima's knife speed was faster, then there would definitely be a small piece of skull with neat cuts on the floor.

Such a radical and bold fighting method shocked Mizushima, who had killed countless villains and fought against all kinds of ruthless people.

And something even more surprising to Mizushima was yet to come.

Just at the moment when Mizushima swung his sword to attack, a "gap" appeared in his flawless posture.

The flaw here is only fleeting.

But as if he had predicted and calculated it in advance, Qingto just rushed forward before the "gap" closed, squeezed through it, and met Mizushima's sleeve!

Just when Mizushima was about to miss him, Aoto's bamboo sword struck Mizushima's chest horizontally.

Mizushima had no idea that Aoto would use such an unexpected attack... Even if he had expected it, it was useless, because his body simply couldn't keep up with Aoto's sword speed!

After passing by Mizushima, Qingden paused and turned around with his sword in hand. What came into view was a staggering and sturdy figure.

Mizushima's steps were staggering, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

Qingden loosened the five fingers of his right hand.

His hand still had the feeling of the bamboo sword hitting the opponent's body firmly.

If what Aomori was holding just now was a real sword, Mizushima would be dead now.

"Mizushima-kun, are you okay?"

my grandson asked quickly.

"Well... not bad... I can still fight..."

Mizushima clutched his chest, turned around with a livid face, and faced Aomori again.

If it had been more than 4 months ago, that is, when Aoto first joined the Fire Fighting Thieves Kai, Mizushima might have been able to fight Aoto back and forth, and even bring a lot of benefits to Aoto.

Threats and troubles.

But now...

Aoto has already obtained new powerful talents such as "Godly Speed ​​+4" and "Elephant's Core +1", and old talents such as "Tiger Arm" have also been integrated. At the moment of evolution, Mizushima is no longer Aoto's.

rival.

Although Mizushima relied on perseverance to hold back the pain in his chest and the dizziness that lingered in his brain, the power of "spiritual" was ultimately limited.

The blow Qingdeng had just given him on the chest was a blow that was enough to make most people faint on the spot.

After sustaining such an injury, how can there be any reason why the body will not be affected?

Mizushima also knew that his current physical condition was not ideal, so he took a deep breath and roared towards Qingto.

He planned to use up the last remaining strength in his body to fight Qingdeng to the death!

My grandson saw through Mizushima's intention, but he did not stop him. He just gave a wry smile and followed closely behind him.

When Mizushima was in good condition, he was no match for Aoto, let alone when his body was injured?

Qingdeng silently set up his bamboo sword and breathed evenly.

"Haaahhhh!"

Mizushima shouted with great momentum, and just as he lowered his waist sharply in an "offensive posture", Aoden's bamboo sword made a loud noise.

Peng!

Mizushima's left thigh was hit hard and he collapsed to the floor.

[Ding! Talent scanned]

[Successfully copied talent: "Eagle Eye"]
To be continued...