The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Like the roar of a wild beast, Yoshino Sendou's face was ferocious, and he seemed to have turned into a wild beast at this moment. He gritted his teeth and cut off the arm of Yan Bing in front of him with one knife!

Blood spurted out, and the Yan soldier's face was equally ferocious. Although he had lost an arm, he used the remaining halberd in his right hand to swing at Yoshino Sendou's chest.

The sharp halberd blade scratched across the dark black armor, making a heart-wrenching sound and leaving a mark on it. Yoshino Sendou's heart beat like a drum and cold sweat trickled down.

Fortunately, his opponent had already lost three points of his strength, otherwise he would have been disemboweled.

Yoshino Sendou's face twitched slightly, and he kicked Yan Bing's chest, knocking the opponent who had lost an arm but was still fierce to the ground.

He knew that the enemy would soon get up from the ground, so he immediately took a step forward and stabbed him to death immediately!

"Xinei!"

When the roar sounded, Yoshino Sendou stabbed him with a knife!

The knife accurately penetrated the left abdomen of the fallen Yan Bing, but Yoshino Sendou stiffened. Yan Bing held a halberd in his right hand, and the halberd blade stabbed his abdomen.

"hiss--"

Yoshino Sentou couldn't help but gasped, but he clenched his teeth and stumbled back two steps. He covered his punctured abdomen, and his face was as white as paper.

Then with a "clang" sound, the halberd fell to the ground, and Yan Bing had already closed his eyes.

Yoshino Sendou bent down, stabbed the knife into the ground, and began to breathe heavily. Cold and greasy blood overflowed from his fingers. Yoshino Sendou finally couldn't help but scream in pain.

But within a few seconds, his eyes were attracted by two figures fighting in front of him to the left.

"hateful!"

With a low growl, Yoshino Sendou bit the corner of his lip, ignoring the wound that was bleeding continuously, and took the knife to kill there.

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Jubei felt that the enemy general in front of him was the strongest person he had ever encountered in his life.

Even though he had already fought against him, until now, he had not dared to make a slash easily.

The enemy general is very agile. The bamboo-like steel whip is two fingers wide, made of fine iron, and extremely tough. Every swing is fast and fierce, powerful but invincible.

Although Qianzi Muramasa is a sharp sword, if he wants to cut off this steel whip, it is completely empty and false.

If he were to cut on this steel whip, with the sharpness of Chiko Muramasa, the blade would undoubtedly roll over. For this reason, Jubei had to dodge the opponent's attacks one after another, and look for every possible blow. Opportunity to take action against the enemy.

As long as he can avoid the steel whip and hit the opponent's body with one strike, Jubei is fully confident that he can kill this person with one strike!

At this moment, there was a "bang"!

Jubei sidestepped to avoid the steel whip, but at the previous position, the tree that had been bombarded by artillery with only half of it left was shattered by the whip, and small pieces of wood were scattered in all directions.

A ray of light flashed in his eyes, Jubei took a breath and then stood up, deciding to use the sword at this moment!

The blade of the cold light fluttered behind the tree trunk, and the feather cloth worn by Jubei also started to flutter at this time. His eyes like a hawk were locked on the enemy general's throat, and Jubei slashed out with his sword!

The fierce wind danced wildly, and the blade swept across. The iron cavalry did not retreat to avoid it, but raised the steel whip with lightning speed and blocked it in front of him!

Jubei's pupils shrank, and he abruptly changed direction. The blade drew an upward arc and slashed into the air. Then, he took three steps back to distance himself.

The cavalryman opposite took a slight breath, and sweat dripped from his brows, hanging on his eyelids, but he didn't even blink.

He no longer launched a fierce attack, but held the steel whip tightly with both hands, bent slightly, and faced off against Jubei who was in a similar posture opposite him.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalryman moved his arms and the steel whip shook slightly, but he still did not choose to attack Jubei. Jubei also held Senko Muramasa tightly with both hands, and the blade was constantly changing direction.

Dozens of breaths of time passed, and the two of them maintained a similar posture and were still confronting each other, while the fighting elsewhere was becoming more and more anxious at this time.

The disciples led by Jubei are all samurai, and they are currently fighting with the Yan soldiers. These samurai do have extraordinary swordsmanship. Compared with the army of samurai brought by Murata to the East China Sea, their swordsmanship is obviously much higher.

Jubei is the strongest person in Fuso Kendo. These five hundred disciples have been practicing swordsmanship with him for many years. They are considered to be the strongest group of warriors in Fuso.

Strictly speaking, they are not even soldiers, but pure warriors.

Over the years, they have been following Jubei to practice swordsmanship at the [Ake-Shin Seichi Kendo Hall]. At the beginning, Jubei only taught them swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is the art of defeating the enemy. How to defeat the opponent skillfully is the foundation of swordsmanship.

Jubei became famous at a young age, defeated countless opponents, and became the best swordsman in Fuso at a young age. In terms of swordsmanship, except for his master Battousai, who passed away, no one can compare with him.

As he studied kendo day after day, Jubei fell into confusion and even practiced sword less and less. He began to meditate for a long time.

From dawn to dusk, from warm spring to cold winter, from the blooming of cherry blossoms to their withering, he fell into a long examination.

Practicing swordsmanship day after day is extremely boring. One action is repeated thousands of times. In the process, Jubei knows that his body has been strengthened and his five senses have become more acute.

The boring time was not wasted, it made his spirit stronger, which allowed him to break through his limits again and again and become the strongest warrior in Fuso.

But after he truly became the number one person in the way of swordsmanship, he could not find his goal. As for what the end of the way of swordsmanship was, he still had no way of knowing.

One night, Jubei woke up from his sleep and fell into a trance.

After many years, he actually dreamed of his long-dead master Battosai, and also remembered what his master said when he was drunk one time when he was young.

At that time, the master was already the number one swordsman in Fuso, but compared to Jubei, Battousai only became the number one when he was approaching sixty.

Jubei became the number one swordsman in just a few decades less than Battousai. He also understood that his swordsmanship had already surpassed that of his master, so over the years he had abandoned his master's swordsmanship and created his own school.

But that night, he clearly remembered the four words Battousai said.

"Stop fighting with force."

Sweat hung on the bridge of Jubei's nose, his whole body tensed up, and he did not dare to shift his gaze away from the opponent in front of him.

The confrontation has lasted for almost two hundred breaths. He has not yet drawn his sword, and neither has his opponent. Both of them are looking at each other, slowly walking around in circles, and the weapons in their hands are constantly changing their postures, but neither one can Never made the first move.

They have done enough testing before, and both of them know in their hearts that the other party is a strong one. Whether it is a slash or a whip, as long as it touches the opponent's body, the one who is hit first will fall. .

Victory and defeat are only a matter of one move.

At this moment, although the sounds of fighting were still ringing around them, the two of them turned a blind eye and could clearly see each other's every move.

Sweat continued to drip from their chins, the air was so dull, filled with the smell of blood, and murderous intent was almost everywhere.

At this moment, the cavalryman suddenly spoke in a low voice:

"May I have your name."

"Sasaki Jubei." Jubei replied in a deep voice as he was still walking slowly, and the Thousand Son Muramasa in his hand was also changing his starting position.