"You're really a kid." The middle-aged warrior with the twin sabers looked at Moonlight with a trace of surprise. He had heard about Moonlight's appearance before, but now that he had met her in person, he was still quite surprised. Even little ghosts nowadays were so powerful.
"Kid, I don't care where you came from. These two siblings are Ono-sama's prey. Hand them over and I'll give you a quick death." The middle-aged samurai said coldly. Aoyama didn't have the forehead protector of any ninja village. He looked like an unorthodox ninja, but he dressed up to scare people.
"Give me a quick death? You're talking big." Aoyama narrowed his eyes, his five fingers moved, and a shuriken appeared between his fingers. He was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Wind Release: Hand Sword."
Four large green windmills slashed out in a horizontal line with a sharp whistling sound, perfectly blocking the green stone mountain path, leaving no room for dodging. There were thick cherry trees on both sides, and behind the cherry trees was a sturdy and steep rock wall.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! "
Four crisp sounds of weapons clashing rang out. The interval between the sounds was extremely short, and it sounded like a long clanging sound.
The middle-aged samurai's two swords were out of their sheaths, and the blades were wrapped in a magnificent blue color. He used these two swords to split Aoyama's Wind Release: Hand Sword. The shuriken was broken into eight pieces and deeply inserted into the cherry trees on both sides.
"Interesting, a samurai who knows how to use Chakra." Aoyama showed a look of interest as he stared at the two swords in the hands of the middle-aged samurai. He knew that the samurai of the Land of Iron knew how to use Chakra, but he didn't see it with his own eyes.
"Are you a samurai from the Land of Iron?" Aoyama asked loudly.
"I'm Matsuo Kireen. I'm not a samurai from the Land of Iron, but the Land of Iron is not the only samurai in the world who know how to use Chakra." Matsuo Kireen showed a very unpleasant expression.
"Is that so? Whatever. Are you sure you want to make things difficult for me? " Gekko smacked his lips as he put his hand on the hilt of Hyorinmaru and coldly stared at Matsuo and Kireen. A samurai who can use chakra is just interesting to him, it doesn't mean anything to him. After all, this world is still the era of ninjas.
"You are very powerful, but as a warrior, how can you run away without fighting?" Matsuo Qingjian's eyes were equally cold, not only to the enemy, but also to himself. The power of the shuriken just now let him know that the enemy in front of him was not as simple as a little demon.
The warriors behind Matsuo Qingjian also unsheathed their swords, but none of them could use the Chakra like Matsuo Qingjian. It seemed that this technique was not easy to master.
"Since that's the case, let's do it! Pine Tail Clear Stream. " Aoyama slowly pulled out the Hyorinmaru. The howling wind wrapped around the blade. The Hyorinmaru didn't touch the ground, but the wind blade had already cut the green stone beneath their feet.
"Clang!"
A clear and melodious sound rang out as the blades rubbed against each other, producing a sharp and clear sound. The magnificent blue color and the transparent green color constantly intersected, and the sharp blade light and wind blades shot in all directions, scraping thin and deep cracks on the ground. The cherry trees on both sides were also very unlucky. Not only were they covered in cuts and bruises, the cherry tree on the left was directly chopped in half.
The flying blade cut through the thick trunk of the cherry tree, and half of the cherry tree fell down with the dense green leaves on its crown, aiming at Aoyama who was flying back.
"Tsk, how unlucky! Why did it have to be me? " Aoyama gloomily muttered. Looking at Matsuo Qingjian who was like a cheetah waiting to pounce, he couldn't help but shake his head. How unlucky.
"Blue Flame Fall." Moonlight waved her left hand, and a pale blue flame flew out and wrapped around the cherry tree's green crown. In less than a breath's time, the terrifyingly high temperature blue flame burned half of the cherry tree to ashes.
At the same time, Aoyama's right hand held the blade and continuously slashed, clashing with Matsuo Qingjian's dual blades. The intense clashing sounds were endless, echoing in the narrow mountain path.
"What a great blade!" Matsuo Qingjian's dual blades blocked the Hyorinmaru. Looking at the small cracks on his blades, he couldn't help but praise. Even with Chakra's blade, the Hyorinmaru still managed to cut his blade.
Matsuo Qingjian pushed the Hyorinmaru away and quickly retreated a few steps, increasing the distance between him and Aoyama. Just now, when the two of them fought using their blade techniques, he actually didn't gain the upper hand, which made his heart heavy. He didn't forget that his opponent was a ninja, and ninjutsu was his specialty.
"Your blade technique is not bad!" Aoyama looked at Matsuo Qingjian with interest. Just now, when he tested Matsuo Qingjian's strength was not bad. In terms of blade technique, Aoyama was slightly inferior, and he only relied on the speed of his Shunpo to deal with him.
Moreover, Aoyama also knew how to use Chakra, and he only changed the shape of Chakra.
"But if you're only at this level, then you're going to die." Aoyama grinned, and the wind around the Hyorinmaru suddenly became stronger, and then condensed again, forming a translucent blue wind blade.
Matsuo Qingjian's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on his blade. The blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible, and he concentrated on watching Aoyama's every move.
A gust of wind blew past, sweeping up green leaves that danced in the wind. Suddenly, a magnificent blue light flashed, and the green leaves in the air quietly split into two halves. Then, a clear sound of friction rang out, it was the sound of metal being cut apart.
Matsuo Qingjian held his two blades, and held them horizontally in front of Aoyama. He was only three steps away from Aoyama, but these three steps had become an insurmountable gap.
Two long and narrow treasured swords, the magnificent blue sword-light on them dissipated, and then silently broke into two pieces. Half of the sword-light clanged as it smashed onto the bluestone ground. A large amount of blood spurted out from Matsuo Qing Jian's neck, and a long stream of blood flew backwards, drawing a somewhat twisted line of blood behind Matsuo Qing Jian's back.
As for the head, it had already soared into the sky and flew into the arms of the group of warriors.
"So strong."
Hualien Takumi hid behind a cherry tree with Hitomi, and watched the battle between Aoyama and Matsuo Qingjian. The clash of blades made his blood boil, and his eyes were filled with longing.
Seeing Matsuo Qingjian's body on the ground, Aoyama smirked, and then he looked at the samurai who were screaming for revenge. They all waved their swords and rushed forward, completely unafraid of Aoyama's ferocious might.
"You have guts, but I have no interest in tangling with you." Aoyama sheathed his Hyorinshuriken. Against a samurai who knew how to use Chakra, Aoyama didn't mind playing with him. But against a group of ordinary samurai, he had no interest at all.
"Water Release: Turbulent Water Wave." Aoyama formed a seal with his hands, and opened his mouth to spit out a turbulent torrent of water. The torrent of water swept the thirteen samurai back, and they all rolled on the ground miserably, struggling to get up.
"Water Release: Current Whip." Aoyama used the Flash Step to land in the middle of the samurai, and then he tied them up with a long water rope.
Aoyama looked at the samurai who were tied up together, and they were all very stubborn. Aoyama didn't get angry, and he pointed at a samurai's head.
"Lightning Strike."
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