Miyamoto's expression was firm and calm in the morning.

He heard Yayoi Wuji's words and walked into the field silently.

He had more than one knife on his body, but two knifes, one long and one short.

What he practices is [Two Day First-Class], which is originally the Two-Blass Story.

Miyamoto inserted the Taidao and the ribs into his waist in the morning, instead of styling cross-legged on the left and right side of his waist like most swordsmen.

Although he was different from his rudeness, Tianfeng Twenty-seven and Mikami Nanako had already lost, it was logical that Miyamoto's mood had already fluctuated in the morning.

But when the incident ended, Yayoi Wuji's voice came into his ears.

"Don't forget the battle tenet of [Two Days First-Class]."

This sentence calmed Miyamoto's morning heart again.

He silently said in his heart: "When you are quiet, your mind is not calm, and when you are anxious, your mind is not anxious..."

He remembered that he was taught when he was first to learn swordsmanship.

When a swordsman faces the enemy, his mentality is very important. Only by maintaining a peaceful and natural mindset, can the swordsman respond to changes in the same way and ultimately achieve victory.

Miyamoto's pupils change slightly in the morning and his vision is as large and wide as possible. This is "eye skills".

Miyamoto held Taidao's right thumb and index finger in the morning to keep it relaxed, his middle finger was neither tight nor loose, while his ring finger and little finger were tightly holding the hilt.

This is his favorite way of grip.

Move forward and pose in a middle position.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, his figure was inferior and he advanced.

Jumping into the air, Miyamoto slashed down in the morning without thinking.

"No thoughts are broken!"

It's very ordinary upper and lower slashes, but Miyamoto's morning strike was perfect in terms of speed, angle and strength.

Peng Qianwu was calm and calm, and with a flash of "Flying Cloud Step", he left the attack range.

"So fast!"

"How could there be any afterimages!"

These foreign journalists were exclaiming.

Peng Qianwu also used force to walk with his waist, and slashed towards Miyamoto's morning.

"Clam!"

The sound of a knife strike.

The two of them got stuck together, fighting each other, and the swords of both sides were tightly entangled.

Miyamoto found himself unable to shake Peng Qiango's knife with "thunder and fire".

But at this time the advantages of Erdao Flow were highlighted.

Miyamoto quickly pulled out his small ribs in the morning and was about to stab Peng Qianwu.

But close-range punches are Peng Qianwu's strengths.

He quickly poked out his hand and put it on the other party's wrist. Then he rolled the "cloud hand" and handed the small rib into Miyamoto's abdomen.

Then, step a little, and float away a few meters away, standing quietly.

"What a move!!" Hong Kang couldn't help but praise him.

quiet!

silence!

Miyamoto looked at the small ribs inserted into his abdomen in the morning, and his eyes were lost, and he even forgot the pain.

Two moves? Or three moves??

I just lost like this??!

Are you not even as good as Nanakami and the others in Mikami?!

"Miyamoto-kun!"

Okita Mahong rushed up and held Miyamoto Morning.

As soon as I looked at the wound, Okada Mahong knew that the knife penetrated the kidneys.

He stared at Peng Qianwu fiercely: "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Peng Qianwu looked innocent. "Isn't it normal for me to have some casualties in martial arts competitions? What's more, he was just seriously injured and did not die."

Yanagi Wuji's voice came from above: "Okita, come back!"

"But……"

"I said-come back."

Hearing Yanagi Wuji's tone seemed to be right, Okina Mahong didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Yuki Yuki looked at Sasaki Satoe and asked, "Sasaki Jun, did you see clearly just now?"

Sasaki Satoe nodded: "Miyamoto's mistake is that he should not use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths. This Peng Ganwu is very obvious, and the most powerful thing is his fist and foot skills."

Yanagi Wuji said, "Then, if it were Sasaki Jun, you should be able to get face for our Japanese swordsmen!"

"After all, what you learned was the [Tian Zhen Chuan Xiang Zhuan Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi] passed down from the ancestor of Japan's swordsmanship!!"

Sasaki Sasaki just smiled indifferently: "Well, who knows?!"

"You'll know if you try it." said Liu Sheng Wuji.

"That's right!"

Sasaki Yoshi stood up and moved his shoulders.

With a sword step, the man rushed out seven meters and came to Peng Ganwu.

So fast!

And those foreign journalists even exclaimed "oh my god" or something.

"Why? Have you seen it? That Japanese swordsman can jump so far in one step?!! It's incredible..."

Sasaki Satoe looked at Peng Ganwu: "Do you need a rest? Don't be reluctant to lose later."

"You know, if my knife is not taken away, you will die!"

Peng Ganwu smiled disdainfully and said, "Hmph! He is shameless!"

He took two steps forward, then suddenly accelerated and suddenly shook five meters.

Cut the knife in your hand diagonally.

"Clam!"

The sound of metal and stone sounds.

Sasaki Yoshi easily held it.

With just one move, Peng Ganwu understood the strength of the person in front of him. It was not comparable to the two people just now.

Next, there is a constant "sharp" sound.

The two of them fought quickly, but they saw only the light of the sword and saw no one.

"The devil of Kusanagi, the devil of the devil, the devil of the devil, the right sword, the eight-way sword..."

Various sword techniques belonging to [Tianzhen Chuan Xiangsui Shinto Rise] were sent by Sasaki Shinto.

The sword-like sword moves are not repeated, but they are extremely smooth.

"…Yun Qi's sword, Half Moon sword, None sword, None sword, None sword, Clear eyes Tai sword..."

Peng Ganwu pushed left and right to hit, blocked the shelf and hit it, blocked it hard, and slashed it hard.

The knife is sometimes like a fierce tiger, and the tiger carries the wind; sometimes like a swimming fish, slipping and not slipping.

His eyes are fast and his sword is fast, and he uses his god to suppress the enemy. When his eyes arrive, his sword and god are united.

"Click!"

There was a sudden abnormal sound.

The knife in Peng Ganwu's hand suddenly broke.

Peng Ganwu was stunned, but Sasaki Shise was not stunned.

"Pianlang: Taidao."

The cold and beautiful sword light is like the rippling autumn water.

Peng Ganwu's hair stood up.
To be continued...