Ding Xiu took three steps in a row, and the surprise on his face flashed in a flash, replaced by an unprecedented excitement.

Swipe the knife and then go up, and the Miao knife in your hand opens and closes. With the advantage of the blade, you can attack with a strong attack.

The whole hall was filled with the sound of tinging irons. Ding Xiu made a windmill knife, slashing left and right. Miyamoto Busu was as stable as Mount Tai, and the Tai sword in his hand could accurately bounce Ding Xiu's knife every time.

The two seemed to have entered a mode battle. However, most of the people present were experts. It can be seen that Ding Xiu was constantly adjusting his angle during the attack and taking the knife from various angles. This would consume a lot of his physical energy. On the other hand, Miyamoto Busu was still in place, striving to bounce Ding Xiu's knife with the smallest movement for each attack.

Tactical, Ding Xiu seems to be at a disadvantage. However, there is also a common saying in the battle that long-term defense will lead to failure. If I attack you for a hundred swords, you will block ninety-nine swords, but that is useless. Because as long as you have one sword but you don’t defend it, I will be able to kill you.

The two of them are stalemate, waiting for whom they have a flaw first. Or in other words, who can't calm down first and change the rhythm.

After all, Ding Xiu was younger. He couldn't attack for a long time and began to get impatient. His steps under his feet became slightly chaotic. It was at this moment that Miyamoto Musashi moved. This was his first time to take the initiative to attack.

The bounce returned and Ding Xiu's long sword was bounced back. At the same time, Miyamoto Wusu pressed up directly. The Tai Knife in his hand stabbed Ding Xiu's chest.

Ding Baiying, who was watching the game, clenched his fists and almost screamed. However, Lu Xuan smiled slightly. He had a stronger eye and saw that Ding Xiu was deliberately selling this flaw.

Sure enough, at the moment when Ding Xiu's knife was bounced back, he suddenly rebounded along the sword force. He retreated, but directly opened the distance from Miyamoto Wushu. At the same time, the difference in this step caused a subtle result. That is, Miyamoto Wushu's sting failed to stab Ding Xiu's chest. At the same time, Ding Xiu's long sword also stabbed back. This Miao knife is about fifteen centimeters longer than Miyamoto Wushu's slash. For the heart, seven centimeters is a fatal length, let alone fifteen centimeters.

A smug smile appeared on Ding Xiu's face. His knife must be faster. But the next second, a harsh metal friction sounded. Everyone saw Ding Xiu's long sword flew up and inserted it on the same pillar as Ding Baiying's short sword.

Miyamoto Musashi's knife was already on Ding Xiu's neck. He ignored Ding Xiu's ugly face. Miyamoto Musashi took the knife and walked back to Japan silently. This kind of ignorance made Ding Xiu even more angry.

"Okay, Ding Xiu, go back." Lu Xuan spoke and stepped back from Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu's performance has exceeded his expectations. Whether it is skills or adaptability, he is top-notch. But his experience is not enough, and he has too little experience in fighting with experts like Miyamoto Musashi.

The moment the two of them stabbed each other just now, Ding Xiu thought he had won. However, he knew that the moment Miyamoto Musashi rushed forward, he had already pulled out the rib gap on his body. The right knife stabbed in front of the sword, and the rib gap in his left hand held Ding Xiu's long sword, causing the Miao knife to slash against the other's shoulders. Although it cut through the other's clothes, it was not enough to achieve success because there was a rib gap underneath.

Miyamoto Musashi calmly changed his moves and slashed at his right hand holding the knife. Ting Xiu could only abandon the knife. Miyamoto did not hurt his life, but just picked Ding Xiu's long sword away with his backhand.

This series of responses can be called a flash of lightning. In an instant, Miyamoto Musashi was still better at it.

"Papapapapa...avapapapa...avapa...this is the legendary first-class two days." Lu Xuan said while applauding.

A hint of surprise flashed across Miyamoto's face. His first-class two days had just appeared in the world. Although he had become famous in Japan, the Ming Dynasty should have not yet been spread. Does this general know?

Lu Xuan knew that this so-called two-day first-class was seen from various legends of Miyamoto Musashi later. After all, two-day first-class is the only double-sword stream that has been recognized in the Japanese kendo world.

Yes, don’t look at the various plots of double-held tactics and double-held tactics in Japanese anime movies. But in reality, there has never been a real second-held tactic flow. Even Miyamoto Musaki’s second-held tactic flow, it is probably admitted to him with the face of his swordsman.

The requirements for physical fitness and coordination of the second-hand flow are too high. So high that almost no one can meet the basic conditions alone.

Moreover, even Miyamoto Musashi's second sword flow is too big and too bad. If you hold a double-handed Taishao, you can only be able to play with Lu Xuan's physique.

At this time, the Japanese leader spoke.

"Sir General, your subordinates are very brave. But our Japanese samurai are obviously stronger. Don't you take action yet? Or you want these subordinates to take action one by one, and you will take action when Miyamoto Musashi is exhausted."

The Japanese were afraid that Lu Xuan would cheat and fight with wheels. Therefore, they started to speak up and squeezed Lu Xuan.

"Well, you reminded me of this. I can really fight in a round-rotary battle. Lu Wenzhao went outside and called two hundred elite soldiers to come over. Let them take turns to compete with this great swordsman. Otherwise, there would be more than three hundred. If not enough, save it."

Miyamoto Musashi: "..."

Fortunately, Lu Xuan didn't do that in the end. It was not because he wanted to save face, but if he really went into a wheel battle, he estimated that Miyamoto Musashi would kill him. On the battlefield, the soldiers died. Lu Xuan could accept it. Because that was the fate of the soldiers. But dying in such a competition would be a bit unworthy.

"Okay, let's come here for the time being. You are here from afar, so I have to do my best to the landlords. For this reason, I have prepared a small banquet. Please give me a look. Miyamoto Sword Master can also take this opportunity to take a break. After all, he has consumed a lot of energy for two consecutive games. The next competition will be postponed to the afternoon. At that time, I will take action myself."

The messenger instinctively felt that he was cheating. But Miyamoto Musashi really needed to rest. Because according to the deserters, the combat power of General Lu may be stronger than that of the man and the woman.

"Okay, then we're more respectful than obedience." Another proverb from the Japanese. He is fluent and doesn't look like a Japanese.

Seeing that the Japanese envoys were back to rest, Lu Xuan turned his head and said to Lu Wenzhao.

"I was careless before, but I didn't expect that boy to be so big. Now you arrange someone to ask questions immediately. Everything in his family, how many core members, how many soldiers and what enemies are there. He is a great nobleman, and I also need to ask the overall situation in Japan. Ask repeatedly to ensure the correctness of the news. Whether it is useful or not, first squeeze out all the things in his mind, just treat it as the food money that has been living for so long. Remember to do it with a little hidden."
Chapter completed!