Crimson Blade

The crisp encouraging sound fell, and Fei Cunren, who walked through the grove to the open space at this time, really saw clearly what the two people who had just talked to each other looked like.

enmmm, why is it so owl-like?

And there are still two... At that moment, Fei Cunren was obviously stunned, and then blinked to cover up his gaffe, but his eyes could not help but glance at the very similar pair of father and son standing in the middle of the open space .

Look at the identical hairstyle, and the fiery red golden middle-length hair at the end, and then look at the thick eyebrows and big eyes that look like owls, and compare their ages. If you say that these two people are not father and son, who will believe it.

"Anyone from the Ghost Killing Squad?"

The front of the kimono was opened in a mess, the middle-aged man glanced at the uniform on Himura Baba, then yawned and said disdainfully.

"Hehe, it's just another incompetent person."

Incompetent?

The middle-aged man's arrogant speech made Yi Yong, who followed him, couldn't help but look sideways at him. There was a trace of pity in the dark blue eyes looking at the man, but his face was still expressionless.

Then you probably haven't seen Ah Ren's swordsmanship!

"I'm afraid your words are too rude?"

On the other side, Himura Ren, who was called incompetent for the first time, had a complicated expression on his face. Although he thought that his strength was not too strong compared to his teacher or Uncle Tanjuro, he couldn't say he was incompetent.

"Sorry, my father..." Xing Shoulang subconsciously wanted to apologize for his father's actions.

"Hmph, did I say something wrong?"

The cold snort of the uncle's voice directly interrupted Xingjurou's unfinished words, and saw Makijuro standing there lazily, his tone was full of contempt for Himura Ren.

This guy... not only likes to hit his own son, but also offends others with his words. Feeling the faint but flame-like breath of the middle-aged man opposite him, Fei Cunren raised his brows, held the scabbard with his right hand and sneered proactively Invite to fight:

"Report your name, since you say I'm incompetent, let me see how powerful you are!"

"If you don't even dare to do this, what right do you have to say that others are incompetent!"

"Huh? Do you want to know how incompetent you are, then I will grant your wish."

"Remember, my name is Purgatory Makijuro!"

Perhaps he was aroused by Himura Ren's words, or maybe he really wanted to make Himura Ren feel his incompetence, so Purgatory Makijuro snatched the blade from his son's hand with a snap , and then stood lazily there and raised the volume to reply.

"Tsk, what arrogance, then I will also let you understand how ridiculous what you said is!" Completely annoyed by Makijuro's words, Himura Ren, who saw this kind of person for the first time, replied unceremoniously. Resentment Road.

"and many more!"

The two of them were confronting Maimang, neither of them was willing to take a step back, which made Xing Shoulang, who was well aware of his father's strength, become anxious, and almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him.

He was afraid that this kind-hearted man would be defeated by his father, and then be beaten to the point of losing his original belief. After all, no matter how decadent Makijuro is usually, he is still a pillar, a newly retired Yanzhu.

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the two is getting stronger and stronger, Kyoshouro, who knows his father's strength, subconsciously wants to take a step between the two, but Giyuu standing beside Himura Ren stops him like a prophet. In front of Xing Shoulang.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the black-haired boy standing in front of him, Xing Shoulang frowned very anxiously, and asked in a low voice:

"Father is very strong, that person may not be his opponent."

Very strong?

Yoshiyuki pursed his lips and squeezed out a trace of seriousness on his expressionless face, and said in a tone as if he was arguing for Himura Ren:

"He is also very strong!"

"No... my father turned out to be a pillar!"

The feet kept deflecting, and the body tried hard to break through Yiyong's defense line, but Xing Julang, who was finally stopped, could only speak anxiously.

He did this on purpose, one is to hope that Yi Yong will not stop in front of him, and the other is to remind Fei Cunren who is facing his father.

column?

"It's ok!"

After hearing these words, Yoshiyuki tilted his head and finally thought about the gap between Himura Ren and his teacher Hara Mizuzuzuru Rinaki Sakinji, and then felt that there should be no major problem, and still blocked him with a blank expression. Xing Shoulang.

Does the current Ghost Slayer Squad's swordsmanship dare to go straight to the pole?Finding that Giyuu had no intention of retreating at all, Xing Julang looked at Himura Ren in the distance and thought with admiration.

Obviously, from the perspective of the other party's size, I am afraid that he is smaller than himself!

If Fei Cunren knew what Xing Shoulang was thinking, he would definitely retort: ​​Just because he is small does not mean he is young.

But he didn't know, and all his attention was given to Makijuro, who stood in a casual posture, but showed no flaws in front of him.

He looks like a difficult middle-aged uncle!

Although Himura Ren heard what Xingjurou had just yelled out, and at the same time felt Makijurou's difficulty from the short confrontation, but this instead fueled his competitive spirit.

You must know that although there are many swordsmen in the Ghost Killing Team, there are very few Zhu, and the chances of being able to fight Zhu without holding back are even less.

His left hand was stretched out slightly, his breath was so long and light, Himura Ren's eyes were fixed on Makijuro's every move, and his right hand was lightly holding the scabbard.

This little guy is not simple, no wonder the other party dares to challenge himself.

I just don't know which old man raised the stepson...

With the long knife in his hand across his chest, Purgatory Makijuro's owl-like eyes looked deeply at the little boy in front of him, and he didn't dare to neglect his actions at all.

Although the other party looked young, his calm behavior made Makijuro feel a little pressure.

The slightly cold breeze blew by, and the trembling dead leaves in the forest fell, and at that moment, Purgatory Makijuro launched a fierce attack.

The long knife rolled up the flames and stabbed fiercely, Makijuro's figure flashed in place, but in an instant he came in front of Himura Ren.

Probably because the speed was too fast, the flame composed of knife light drifted backwards, gradually forming a giant dragon.

Breath of Flame·Shape of Flame·Whirlpool of Flame

This kind of explosive power and extremely aggressive slashing... Is it worthy of being called a pillar!

As the heat wave approached Himura Ren's forehead dripped a drop of sweat, his pupils shrank fiercely, but he stepped back unhurriedly, and his figure even moved to the side to avoid Makijuro's attack by a slight margin.

Actually escaped!

Seeing his father's attack, Xing Shoulang's heart tightened first, and then he was shocked by Fei Cunren's swift action.

But why is this attack in the shape of a dragon like the slash I swung?

Fei Cunren complained silently in his heart, his slightly outstretched left hand reached for the handle of the right knife like lightning, a deep dragon roar sounded, and the scarlet dragon condensed on the blade, biting in the direction of Makijuro go.

The speed is fast, but that's all.

Seeing the attack coming towards him, Makijuro, who has rich experience in actual combat, dodged Himura Ren's attack with a slight side of his body, and then slashed towards the opponent's empty door with the sword in his right hand.

After all, this little guy is just an incompetent... huh? ! !

The disdainful words in his heart were not finished yet, the pupils of Makijuro, who had already dodged the first giant dragon, shrank fiercely, and the scabbard that came after the sword in front of him turned into the second scarlet dragon and came towards him .

Breath of the Sky·Three Forms·Double Dragon Flash

what!

His head was subconsciously turned sideways by instinct, the knife flashed, and a scar was drawn on his owl-like cheek.

this kid...

The movements froze slightly, and the expression of Makijurou, who was still careless in his heart, became extremely serious, and his big owl-like eyes took a deep look at Himura Ren and said:

"Which Zhu's stepson are you, your strength is pretty good, but that's all for now!"

Was that little boy so strong?

Watching all this happening from a distance, Kyojuro who heard the conversation clenched his fists, his golden eyes were full of surprise and disbelief.

Compared with Xing Shoulang's surprise, Yiyong's expression seemed a little taken for granted. In his mind, Ah Ren's talent was unmatched by ordinary people.

"Tsk, it seems that you were the one who was injured just now, so let's stop here..."

"However, what is a stepson?" Unaccustomed to Makijuro's tone of voice, Himura Ren curled his lips in disdain, and then asked in confusion.

"Aren't you a stepson?"

But his casual question made Makijuro stunned. Although he still refused to put down the long knife in his hand, he also asked in surprise:

"How can you be so powerful if you are not a stepson?"

Because in Makijuro's memory, there is no one who can have this kind of strength, except for some stepsons specially trained by Zhu, so he subconsciously thinks that Himura Ren is a step-son of a certain Zhu.

"I'm not!"

Faced with Makijuro's rhetorical question, Himura Ren refused directly, and then as if thinking of something, the single ponytail behind him shook slightly, and his tone was a bit provocative:

"Probably because my talent is too outstanding, so I became so strong through self-taught!"

"..."

Self taught…

The branches and leaves in the forest rustled, and Makijuro in the middle of the open space and Kyojuro who was listening to the conversation fell into an awkward silence for a while.

"Cough cough!"

Feeling a bit uneasy on his face, Makijuro threw the knife to his son casually, coughed a few times in a concealed manner, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said to Xingjurou:

"Look, this is the truly talented person, and the one you can't catch up with no matter how hard you try."

Was it true that my father was right when he said that he had no talent?

No, even if I have no talent, my enthusiasm will not be lost!

Some of them were hit by Feicun's blade. Xing Shoulang, who was originally very firm in his belief, was at a loss for a moment, but he strengthened his belief in the next second.

"Uh, is there such a father who uses other people's excellence to beat his own son?"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Seeing the other party's obvious avoidance of fighting, Fei Cunren expressed contempt with his eyes and said speechlessly.

"But the word "talent" in this world is indeed a deep chasm that ordinary people cannot cross." Facing Himura Ren's question, Maki Juro said without thinking there was any problem.

"You guy..."

The veins on the top of his head popped up, and Himuraba said through gritted teeth, as if he had the urge to fight Makijuro again.

But before he could really move, a child's voice broke the stalemate in the grove.

"Brother, father, mother suddenly fainted at home!"

The child's hurried voice sounded from a distance because of running, and it was these words that made the expression of Makijuro, who had been very decadent just now, suddenly changed, and the aura around him became extremely thick like a tiger coming out of the cage, and his figure instantly changed from where he was. disappear.

And Xing Shoulang seemed to be stunned by the news, generally, he was stunned on the spot, and then ran to his home in a panic. Decided to follow them.

Maybe I can help, Fei Cunren thought so.