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The swordsmith's fame is due to his exceptional strength.
This combination of theirs has been invincible in Japan and has never suffered a defeat.
Even the famous swordsman at that time could not survive more than a few rounds under his blade.
It is such a person, when facing Su Mo, was extremely solemn and did not dare to relax at all.
Even though Su Mo in front of him had many flaws, he looked like a young man who had accidentally entered this place.
But everyone knows that no matter who you underestimate, you must never underestimate the person in front of you.
He was worried that if he relaxed even a little, failure would befall him.
He said.
"Lord Su Mo, can you take out the 'Wu Gan Gan' and fight with me? As a swordsman, I have long admired you. Even if I die under the sword of the 'Wu Gan Gan', it would be a great fortune for me."
"Drying pole"
Su Mo pondered.
Just haven't spoken yet.
But the people behind him were excited. What did they hear?
'Drying pole'?
Isn't that the beloved sword of Lord Sasaki Kojiro that has long been lost in legend?
Why did the knife maker let Su Mo take it out?
"impossible!"
Ishikawa Ken shouted in disbelief: "Why is this sword on Su Mo?"
Even Ishikawa Nobuto, who lived in Bengbu, looked at the swordsmith seriously, trying to figure out whether what he said was true from his expression.
But the swordsmith was too lazy to pay attention to this group of people. He just glanced at Ishikawa Nobuyuki with indifference, and then when he looked at Su Mo, he returned to his previous state.
After hearing this, Yagyu Aiko's expression did not change at all, she only sighed in her heart.
Sure enough, it was exposed. How could Yulong be willing to leave here and return to Neon?
There is a huge gap between the demon sword Hirumaru and Monokankan.
Especially if they knew that the 'Wu Gan Gan' also contained the 'Swallow Return' power of Lord Sasaki Kojiro, then the entire Yulong Society would probably be in an uproar.
If this news gets to Japan, it won't just be the Yulong Society that goes crazy.
Sasa Kojiro's influence is beyond imagination.
She could even imagine what President Ishikawa would say, which was nothing more than that [Monogan] was their Neon heritage and was a hundred times more important than the demon sword Hirumaru.
I hope Nadutong can repay Japan. It doesn’t matter if I owe him a huge favor.
just
It's impossible to complete, Yagyu Aiko shook her head, that is one of the lord's precious collections.
How could it be given to the Yulong Society? Nadutong could not ask the lord to give away his treasured collection.
This is impossible.
Once the stalemate occurs, even Yagyu Aiko doesn't know what will happen in the meantime.
I just hope that my lord will not use it. But how can I not use it?
Yagyu Aiko looked helpless.
the other side.
The swordsmith did not treat Su Mo as coldly as he treated Ishikawa Nobuyuki.
He lowered his proud head, and said with a hint of pleading: "Please, Master Su Mo, please let me see the true power of 'Swallow Return'."
"Okay, I'll satisfy you!"
In a dazzling golden light, Su Mo summoned the [Drying Pole] from the [King's Treasure] and held it in his hand.
"As a swordsman, you are not bad, and 'Mono Kankan' also wants to fight you with all his strength."
"Thank you, Master Su Mo."
The knife maker looked at the long blade in Su Mo's hand with eyes full of obsession.
In his eyes, Wugangan is thousands of times more beautiful than any other beauty in the world.
The sword blade that flashed with cold light and the streamlined sword body fascinated him.
"What a beautiful sword! If I could touch it, I would die without regrets."
The knife maker muttered absentmindedly.
"Then you can rest assured. When the 'Monogatari Kan' smashes the leech balls and cuts into your body, you will be able to experience the beauty of the 'Monogatari Kan' for yourself."
call--
The swordsmith closed his eyes. He knew that he would have no regrets if he could fight with Su Mo and Wugan Gan, no matter he lived or died.
war!
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his body turned into a stream of light, rushing in front of Su Mo at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.
The flames are coming!
This time the swordsmith is not like in the original book, who simply uses kendo. Now he will use any sword skills that can help him win.
Facing the flames in front of him, Su Mo's response was extremely simple. He just slashed downwards.
In the face of the simple aesthetics of violence, even the flame known as 'violent' was directly split in half, and then blown out by the strong wind brought about by the blow.
"As expected of you, Master Su Mo!"
Seeing that the attack failed, the swordsmith was not surprised. Instead, he became even more fanatical, and veins even appeared on the arm that was holding Hirumaru.
He slashed at Su Mo again.
Dangdangdang!
The two men quickly fought together, sparks flew, and the crisp sound of swords continued to ring out here.
They were moving extremely fast. Zhang Chulan could still see them at first, but as Su Mo and the others moved faster and faster, he could no longer keep up. He could only see two black shadows entangled with each other.
After a moment, the distance between them was instantly widened, and another black shadow rushed forward and attacked again.
I took a quick glance at the others and found that, except for myself, everyone seemed to be watching with great interest.
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask, "Can you really see clearly?"
Especially that Ishikawa Ken just now, although you are known as the best master of the Ishikawa family
But he felt that the other party was just like that.
Quite weak.
I guess my own sister Baoer can be defeated with just a slap.
Of course, it was definitely not because this bastard Ken Ishikawa actually said in public that he wanted to challenge Su Mo, so Zhang Chulan began to look at him with tinted glasses.
I'm not that kind of person.
Zhang Chulan thought.
Because there is no need to wear tinted glasses, I just feel disgusted by people like this.
After all, no matter what, Brother Su has helped him with a lot of things, all of which are very important.
And even if it didn't help him.
Do we need to think more about who to help, our own people or outsiders?
And what Zhang Chulan thought was indeed right. Ishikawa Ken could not see clearly what Su Mo and the others were doing, and was just pretending to watch.
Because beside him, whether it was Yagyu Aiko or Ringo, they were watching very seriously and could be said to be enjoying it very much.
Of course he couldn't ignore it!
Otherwise it would be too embarrassing.
As time passed, Su Mo and the other man became faster and faster. Every time they fought, a huge gale would be stirred up.
Fire and hurricane became the theme song of their battle.
The ground beneath their feet was also crumbling, and the green grass around them had begun to wither.
Dangdangdang!
Under the high-intensity battle, the blacksmith's breathing began to become uneven, and he felt that his physical strength and surging Qi were almost evaporating.
On the other hand, look at the other side.
Su Mo's expression was as calm as usual, as if this kind of battle was not a big deal to him.
But if you look at his hands, you will only see a series of afterimages in the air.
This does not rely on any skills, it is purely driven by brute force.
Lord Su Mo is really terrifying.
The knife maker smiled bitterly. It was obvious that Lord Su Mo had not yet used his full strength.
It's like playing with myself.
But this cannot go on any longer, the swordsmith thought, at least before he dies, he must make Lord Su Mo use his full strength!
No need for a protracted war!
One move determines the outcome!
"drink!"
He roared, gathering all the strength in his body and then transferring it to his limbs and bones.
The feeling of being filled with power suddenly made him feel confused, as if with one swipe of his sword, everything in the world would be shattered.
But it is obvious that this is an illusion caused by excessive power.
The knife maker also knew it, but he could no longer pay attention to it. He looked at Su Mo seriously and said in a deep voice.