34 Chapter 34: Reed Shaking Sword Technique.
In the night.
The moon tilted slightly, the surrounding area was interrupted by continuous explosions, and the originally warm lights had gone out.
Zi... Zi...
Electric sparks occasionally sizzled out from the top of the skewed power pole, falling to the ground.
On the street.
"Bang!"
Two figures violently collided!
Bright sparks bloomed in the middle!
Whoosh—Whoosh!
The two swords were against each other, and after a moment of struggle, they quickly separated.
And jumped to other places.
With the momentum of the rebound, Kokushibo landed after retreating, the front foot lightly padded on the ground:
Whoa——!
"Moon Breathing·First Form·Dark Moon·Evening Palace—— Yoi no Miya"
The orange-yellow moon yarn crossed the dark street, forming a half-moon arc.
Click click
Tanjuro's pupils quickly observed, he saw the timing, and suddenly raised the sword in his hand, blocking with the sword!
"Clang!"
Bright sparks splashed at the collision of the swords, burst for a moment, accompanied by a crisp sound.
Kokushibo, who was attacking, only felt a violent shock in his tiger's mouth, and his arm was involuntarily bounced back by the counter-shock force.
He frowned slightly, glanced at the sword in his hand, and then tightened his arm again!
"Moon Breathing·Second Form·Pearl Flower Moongazing——Shuka no Rogetsu"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two gorgeous crescent moons instantly rushed towards Tanjuro!
"Clang! Clang!"
But what Kokushibo got was only two simple blooming sparks and a crisp ironing sound.
"What..."
He felt the shock coming from his hand, and through the transparency, he saw the vigorous heartbeat and quickly filled muscles in Tanjuro's body.
"Why..."
"Humans... why can they catch..."
Kokushibo was slightly surprised, he subconsciously looked at the pattern on Tanjuro's forehead.
Body age... over twenty-five years old...
Obviously just now...he looked weak...
What happened?
Even though he had lived for hundreds of years, Kokushibo had never seen such a strange situation.
The other party's indifferent expression, and the attitude of not speaking from beginning to end.
A sense of disgust surged from his heart, and the blue veins suddenly burst from his forehead.
Unbelievingly, Kokushibo frowned, he raised his foot abruptly, spread his legs! He stomped hard on the ground in front of him!
Bang!
Boom——!
A huge force was poured into the ground instantly! The brick and stone ground that was under force immediately broke up and shattered like broken glass!
Kokushibo's force came from the ground, the core was tight, the arm was round, and the huge force was transmitted to the tip of the sword!
"Moon Breathing·Sixth Form·Perpetual Night, Lonely Moon——Tokoyo Kogetsu - Muken"
Whoosh——Bang!
In an instant, Kokushibo's arms turned into afterimages, along with his snake-patterned sleeves, whipping back and forth towards Tanjuro in front of him like a whip!
The dense sword wind, carrying orange-yellow crescents, was slashing towards Tanjuro like a storm!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Brilliant sparks were constantly flickering in the middle of the pitch-black, power-cut street.
Tanjuro raised Kusabimaru in front of him, constantly adjusting his posture, his eyes quickly moving to discern the direction of the attack, always able to defend and counterattack at just the right moment.
"Dang!"
Every flash of firelight illuminated the surroundings for a moment.
The sound of metal collision kept ringing out.
The orange-yellow crescents were constantly shattering.
Until the end.
On the street, only two people were left facing each other.
Click.
Kokushibo lowered his sword.
Looking at Tanjuro, who was unharmed, even his clothes were not damaged.
For a moment, he even stood there, stunned.
Six pupils incredulously looked at the sword in his hand, then quickly looked at Tanjuro standing opposite him.
——?
Rarely, Kokushibo had a moment of doubt about his own swordsmanship.
Creak...
Kokushibo tightly gripped the sword forged from his own bones and flesh with both hands.
The neatly arranged crimson pupils on the sword were observing in all directions, blinking irregularly.
The sword stood up in front of him.
He looked at Tanjuro across from him with an incredible look, slowly opened his mouth, and a puff of white steam came out of his mouth:
"Huh..."
What's the matter with this guy...?
The base of his thumb was slightly numb from the shock, this feeling even made him recall the swordsmanship training when he was still a human hundreds of years ago.
——He couldn't cut him with a single stroke.
No, it should be that he couldn't cut his body.
Kokushibo moved his fingers, he re-gripped the hilt, and his six pupils stared closely at Tanjuro.
Opposite from him.
Kamado Tanjuro stood upright, holding the hilt of Kusabimaru with both hands, the sword outlined the pale moonlight in the pitch-black night, hanging down, pointing to the ground.
His deep red eyes stared straight at Kokushibo, so much so that there was a strange sense of horror.
"Huh..." Similarly, a wisp of white steam belonging to the high temperature of the breathing technique overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His dark red hair was automatically moving without wind, and his muscles were tense and moving under the large feathers.
After the majestic life force was removed from the demon's body and injected into the human body, Tanjuro only felt that his condition was too good at this moment.
The pattern on his forehead was red and hot, at this moment, the function of the pattern was truly reflected.
That guy's movements...
He can see.
He can keep up.
Then my attack can be deflected!
Although Kokushibo's attack was heavy and extremely fast.
But with the super-normal state of transparency and pattern blessing, Kokushibo is only equivalent to the Folding screen monkey boss.
Well, that's all.
It's just that the rebound time after the deflection is too short.
As a demon, Kokushibo is different from humans, his deflection can only make his sword stagnate for a moment.
He must find an opportunity to attack.
Tanjuro's brain was thinking rapidly, he glanced at Kusabimaru in his hand that seemed to be smoking.
Hiss...
At this moment, the originally pitch-black Kusabimaru was slightly smoking due to the high-speed hitting and collision friction, and even the middle position of the sword was somewhat red and hot.
The continuous deflection of high-speed attacks, without a gap for rest, the sword is heating up.
Tanjuro slightly loosened his stiff wrist, in his field of vision.
Above Kokushibo's head, the pitch-black posture bar had already lit up one-third, and was slowly retracting.
Above the posture bar, two red dots were shining.
——Kokushibo has two stages.
Tanjuro knew in his heart that this was something that appeared in his subconscious after his physical fitness met the standard, and his mental warning and reaction speed caught up.
It is a manifestation of the fighting consciousness engraved into instinct.
On second thought, he became alert again.
No, it may not only have two stages.
Maybe like Genichiro, it seems to have only two layers, but there are three stages hidden.
When he first encountered Genichiro, because he had the assistance of the transparent world, he didn't suffer much.
It's different now.
Tanjuro looked at Kokushibo seriously.
The other party can also see through the world.
Tanjuro vaguely remembered that Kokushibo had once overcome the weakness of dying when his neck was cut off.
Both sides are adjusting their blood flow or lung fluctuations, probing, and confronting for a long time.
...
It seemed that Kokushibo had no response for a long time.
Tanjuro tentatively raised Kusabimaru horizontally in front of him, spread his legs apart, and made a stable posture.
His eyes carefully observed Kokushibo's movements.
Then.
"Click click click click!"
He gently shook the sword horizontally in the direction of Kokushibo.
As expected,
Creak...
In an instant, the blue veins that were angry because of the provocation climbed onto Kokushibo's back of the hand.
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