Chapter 272 Star Slash

oh? Instead of using the secret family swordsmanship to deal with it, did he choose to use his own swordsmanship?

Dong Yeyu didn't know whether this kid was too arrogant or overconfident, or if he had some kind of swordsman's insistence.

Generally speaking, the time-tested secret swordsmanship is most likely to be more powerful and perfect than his own newly created swordsmanship - even if a sword master wants to create a unique move, it will take a long time.

It may only take a moment for this stunt to take shape, but how to improve it later is a more complicated and difficult problem.

However, using the Wuxiang Sword by oneself does not count as bullying him, and the Wuxiang Sword can be considered as his own creation - after all, it only existed in the mouth of Arima Normal School before, and it was just a name.

I actually created this move myself, and it can already be called Higashino-ryu Muxiang Sword.

"Are you ready?"

Dong Yeyu had already caught the flash of inspiration in his mind during the previous duel. At this time, he was silently reciting the Qing Jing Sutra to bless BUFF. He changed the stance of the bamboo sword in his hand to the lower position, slowly closed his eyes, and began to immerse himself in some kind of In a strange feeling.

This feeling is familiar and unfamiliar, similar to sitting and forgetting, but it seems different. However, thanks to more than ten years of hard practice, I seem to be able to understand this similar state faster through sitting and forgetting.

When you sit and forget, you will forget your limbs and body, but your will will not really fall into chaos. Instead, you will be more focused, as if you have a God's perspective, and will not be easily affected by emotions.

But at this time, although his will has also entered a state of extreme concentration, his ability to deal with problems has been greatly improved, and his control over his limbs has also become stronger.

Every muscle seems to be able to exert force more perfectly and scientifically. Every inch of skin seems to be able to feel the wind and even the flow of heaven and earth. The senses have also been greatly enhanced. I can hear the words of every audience in the stadium, and even It's the heartbeat.

You must know that in order to make life easier, I usually suppress the five senses that should be possessed by a big monster to the point where they are only at the level of a mortal, but at this time, they have all been raised to the extreme level of a mortal.

What if he liberates all his power and uses the Wuxiang Sword? Dong Yeyu thought for a while and felt an inexplicable urge to break the limit on the spot.

But after calming down for a second, I felt that it was not interesting. It was just a competition. The competition was about swordsmanship, and no one else used magic, so it was boring to overwhelm others with strength.

When you go back, you can spar with Jinguji-san and get used to the improvement that Wuxiang Sword can have on you.

Dong Yeyu thought this, took a deep breath, and began to concentrate on preparing to attack.

"What are they doing?" some viewers asked curiously.

"I don't know, just wait a while, the referee will take action if you wait too long."

The reporters in the media box were also very curious. Such scenes are rare in kendo competitions. Even in professional kendo competitions, most swordsmen only have to deal with each other for a few seconds, and there is not much time to open and close the swords. , it is more common to fight against the edge of the sword and find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Therefore, the viewing experience of kendo competitions is actually not that good. The island country itself has a strong swordsmanship atmosphere. Coupled with the popularity of swords and halberds and the upper-level emphasis on kendo, people pay more attention to kendo sports.

But even so, as the top youth competition in the corresponding field, Yulong Banner's popularity, attention, and the level of secondary school players are still far inferior to Baseball Koshien.

Students participating in the Yulong Banner can only shave their heads and roar twice to show their determination.

But if it were a student attending Koshien, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would start from saying goodbye to their parents, burning incense and kowtowing, bathing and changing clothes, worshiping gods and praying to Buddha, eating and drinking to celebrate with friends, and exchanging feelings with lovers. It would be better than going to Luodu. To be solemn, all it takes is to tie a white band on the forehead with the words "Respect the Emperor and Reject the Barbarians" written on it.

It is said that even if a contestant who has participated in Koshien is eliminated, he will shovel away a glass bottle of dirt from Koshien as a souvenir.

Hirohito Nagata of Nishi Nippon Shimbun was exchanging information with the station's host through a camera and earphones, while carefully observing the two people in the competition field, tapping the signature pen in his hand on a small notebook for recording.

"Now that the two players have entered the confrontation stage, are they looking for each other's weaknesses? It seems that the pressure on the players is indeed great. Even if they have the upper hand, they don't dare to take action rashly."

"That's right. After all, it is understandable to be cautious when you are shouldering the last hope of Longgu Middle School and being entrusted with defeating the army."

"But if it continues like this, it will be considered a negative game by the referee. What will the players do? Will they attack fiercely or retreat?"

Kaori Shiori in the audience saw Higashinoyu changing into a defensive posture, and his previous moves seemed to have been suppressed by Mikado Shinki, and she couldn't help herself.

The two looked at each other, and the two pairs of black and white eyes saw each other's determination. The damn little dwarf actually dared to defeat Higashino Nissan. Let me deal with him!

With such malice, their fair and delicate hands slowly touched their small satchels.

At this moment, Jinguji Hiiragi glanced at them expressionlessly, then wrinkled his heroic yet gentle Liuye eyebrows and stared at them sternly.

"Are you going to trap Dongye into injustice?"

Kaori Shiori was a little anxious: "But Higashino Nissan is going to lose!"

"You don't believe him?"

"But Higashino Nissan has fallen into a disadvantage, and now it still uses the lower section."

Kaori frowned: "We only use some small spells, which were taught to us by Higashino Nissan. Even grandpa didn't notice when we used them at home before, so there must be no problem!"

Seeing that her cousin was still looking like that, Shizhi stared at her spiritual eyes and asked angrily, "Cousin, aren't you worried at all?"

"That little dwarf from the Mikado family will definitely humiliate Higashino Nissan. Higashino Nissan, who has never lied, took the initiative to lie for you!"

Kaori seemed to have discovered something, and turned to look at Sanae tomorrow, asking for help, "Sanae-san thinks so too, right?"

Tomorrow saw Sanae stiffen for a second, then slowly closed the phone she seemed to be communicating with, and said to Kaori Shiori calmly and seriously: "Your Excellency, the Knight, will not fail."

Jinguji Hiiragi knew with just one glance that she must want to use her money power, and warned in a calm voice: "None of you are allowed to do anything foul, and the same goes for you Sanae."

Tomorrow saw Sanae sitting dignifiedly on the seat, her noble temperament like a princess emerged spontaneously, and glanced at her indifferently: "Are you ordering me?"

Shiori looked expectant: "Sanae-sama, are you going to use the power of the Moon Witch to defeat your cousin?"

During this period, she was brainwashed by Asami Sanae, and she was already a non-staff member who was about to join Mirror Moon.

Should I take a mirror?

Tomorrow saw Sanae's expression suffocated. He recalled the painful experience of never winning a fight with her when he was a child. His body froze. No, he had practiced now and he would definitely be able to beat her.

Sanae, can you win?

Kaori covered her eyes and did not dare to look at the painful scene that followed.

"Want to fight me? You can give it a try."

When Jinguji Hiiragi said this, his face turned red to the point of bleeding when he saw Asumi facing Shiori's expectant gaze. He thought for a moment: "This is the law you made."

Seeing Sanae tomorrow, she mumbled her lips and whispered words that others could not understand: "Judges do have the function of admonishing. As a monarch, you must set an example and cannot violate the law."

Shiori was a little disappointed. There were too many restrictions on the Mirror Moon Court. Not only were there laws, but her cousin was also in charge of it. How could that be okay?

"ruthless!"

"Cold-blooded!"

After Kaori Shiori felt regretful, she angrily turned her head and ignored her, "We will tell Higashino Nissan about this!"

"As you wish."

The famous swordsmen on the rostrum did not speak at this time. They all looked at the two people with serious expressions, as if they had noticed something.

Yasuhiro Mikado looked at the skinny, white-haired old man standing on the edge of the playing field who was invisible to others.

The old man seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked here with a calm look, like a little old man seen everywhere. He nodded as a greeting.

Is it a dead soul?

Yasuhiro Mikado wanted to save him, but there were a lot of people in the stadium at this time, and the dead soul didn't look like an evil spirit with deep resentment. He hesitated for a second and said, "I'll go and make it easier."

"Don't call it a pity to miss this exciting match." Yukawa Yoshida joked with a smile.

Yasuhiro Mikado smiled, stood up and left his seat, went to a place where there were not many people, and called the organizer.

"Hey, is this Sagawa-kun? Well, I'm Yasuhiro Mikado. After this batch of games is over, please temporarily evacuate the audience on the grounds that the stadium needs repairs. There are some things that need to be dealt with."

Sagawa Shigeru once learned swordsmanship under Yasuhiro Mikado. Later, he experienced the ups and downs of the world, vaguely knew some things, and remained silent for a while.

"Mikado-sensei, is there something bad?"

"It's not a big deal, just a simple matter. It's just that the expected final time may be postponed by half a day."

Shigeru Sagawa breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Okay, the students know. I'm really sorry that this happened. Thank you for your hard work. The students will come to thank you later."

"It's easy to talk, just bring me some Qingyun tea from China."

Yasuhiro Mikado hung up the phone with a smile, and reminded the demon exterminators in the gym and surrounding areas, and then walked towards the podium with a calm expression.

The reason why he made these many moves was not because he was afraid of a single dead soul, but because strange things were happening frequently now, and there were tens of thousands of people in the stadium, so he had to be careful.

He planned to maintain the situation first to avoid causing some bad speculations. When the stadium was almost empty, if the messenger from the underworld hadn't arrived yet, he would have to send the soul to the underworld on his behalf.

No one noticed the strangeness of Mikado Yasuhiro's departure and return, except for a few people from the Mikado family in the audience who began to shift positions, trapping the dead soul in the center in an encircling manner.

Even Mikado Shinji, who was reminiscing about the good old days, became serious. He stared at the old man who appeared on the playing field without blinking, and rubbed his hand on the folding fan inserted at his waist, as if on the handle of a knife. Just caressing.

Sizzling, sizzling!

At this moment, the lights in the stadium seemed to be affected by something. They flickered a few times and then all went out. Even the sunlight outside the window disappeared at this time, and the whole place was in an uproar.

Some people tried to use the light of their mobile phones to illuminate, but found that the light could only illuminate their own eyes. It seemed that there was a strange force that limited the light to a very small range, and even the people around them could not see it.

The staff, sweating profusely, used the walkie-talkie to communicate, but only got a busy signal. Some staff tried to use high-power flashlights to provide temporary lighting, but the light of the flashlights also failed to provide a bright path, and they seemed to be constrained.

Then someone discovered that the darkness in front of them was not pitch-black darkness, but a kind of nothingness, chaos.

Here it comes! Nagata Ryoto was so excited that his hands were shaking, and he held the photographer's face in the dark: "Take a picture for me, take a picture without missing a frame!"

Ichi no Tachi? !

Gomon Maki was not affected by the lost light, and could still feel the opponent's momentum.

Earlier, when he saw the opponent change his posture to a defensive posture, he thought he was afraid of his swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that his momentum was rising at a very fast speed at this time.

Previously, he could still find his flaws, but now he can't see his flaws. It seems that he has completely merged into the darkness when he stands there. How can people draw swords against the boundless darkness?

Ichi no Tachi does not have such power. This is a purer extreme meaning than Ichi no Tachi.

Could it be the legendary. True Meaning?

Gomon Maki looked solemn. In the field of kendo, there is a swordsmanship called True Sword that only exists in legends. It is said that it is a swordsmanship belonging to the gods that was taught to mortals by the great god Taken Tsuchi.

Only some ancient swordsmen have ever used it in the records. The Ichi-no-dachi used by the swordsman Tsukahara Bokuden himself may also have such power, and it is a skill close to the Tao.

If it is really that kind of divine swordsmanship, Yumen Maki was silent for a second, feeling the reality of the bamboo sword in his hand, and his mind seemed to suddenly return to the midsummer starry night when he created his swordsmanship. The Milky Way, like a river of light, stretched across the sky.

Even the eternal night is illuminated by the starry sky, isn't it?

I'm just going to see which is stronger, the swordsmanship of mortals or the swordsmanship of gods!

When Yumen Maki thought of this, his fighting spirit surged, and the ordinary bamboo sword in his hand seemed to have gained a short spirit, and it also responded to him, with a little starlight flickering around him like fireflies.

Even this deep chaos could not cover the starlight. The dim and stubborn light illuminated a small part of the competition venue where Yumen Maki was. The reporters were stunned for half a second, and then held their breath and pointed their cameras in this direction.

The starlight began to gather towards the bamboo sword in the hands of Maki Gomon, becoming brighter and brighter.

However, just as the audience was immersed in the shock of the glittering starlight, there was a sonic boom of the bamboo sword tearing through the air in the extreme darkness.

Woo!

With a slash like a ghost crying, a pure white and sharp sword mark flashed and disappeared along with the deep chaos and beautiful light.

Zizi,

The lights in the gymnasium lit up again, and people looked at the boy who was just surrounded by starlight but now half-knelt on the ground in astonishment, speechless.

"Who can tell me what happened?"