I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

The height of the man standing at Taniguchi can no longer be described as shocking.

The stalwart figure of more than 7 feet is daunting.

Whether it is Ao Taro or the rest of his subordinates, all of them have to raise their heads high to see the giant's head.

The giant was dressed in a monk's clothes with black and white as the main color, a pair of two-tooth wooden clogs on his feet, and a large naginata on his shoulders.

Whether it was the monk's clothes on his body or the big naginata on his shoulders were all stained with blood, the giant looked disapproving of these bloodlines on his body.

At his feet lay three incomplete corpses-Qingtarou recognized them, and all three of them had followed his men for some time.

Looking at the three corpses at his feet, Qingtarou's face went black.

Anyone with eyes can see-these three corpses are all the work of this giant.

If it were someone else, Qing Taro might have killed the **** who dared to kill the subordinates he had finally recruited with a single sword.

But at this time, Qing Taro had to hold back his killing intent and the idea of ​​doing something.

This huge figure alone is full of deterrence.

Even though the giant was wearing a loose monk's clothing, Qingta Lang could still feel the bulging and powerful muscles of the giant's body through the monk's clothing.

It is not difficult to tell from his naginata grip that he is a master of naginata.

In a nutshell-this guy is not easy to mess with at first glance.

Therefore, even if he was already in a rage, Ao Taro had to suppress his anger and be patient, planning to negotiate with the giant.

However-before he could say his words, Shichiemon on the side stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Master Aotarou," Nanaemon whispered softly, "Let me negotiate with this guy."

"Good eloquence and excellent negotiation skills are one of the few strengths of Xian. Let Xian get down."

The reason why Nanaimon actively asked him to negotiate with this giant was purely to show himself more so that he could have more good impressions in Qingtarou's heart.

Now that he has joined the organization of Qingtarou and others, Shichiemon has accepted this fact early and has already made a plan accordingly.

Shichiemon's current plan is to try every means to rise up under Aotarou's command.

With enough voice under Qing Taro's command, it will be much easier no matter what you do.

Shichiemon even envisioned a very distant future. After he had enough power to speak under Qingtarou in the future, he might be able to replace Qingtarou and take over the power of Qingtarou.

At that time, he, the "former bandit leader", was able to make a comeback.

Nanaemon's only strength is eloquence, and the best thing is negotiation.

Therefore, there are not many opportunities for Shichiemon to perform on such an island.

So Nanaimon's eyes lit up when he saw the giant come to the door-because there was a chance to perform.

Finally came the opportunity to perform, Nanaemon was naturally not good at letting go of this rare opportunity, and took the initiative to express to Qingtarou that he would come to negotiate with the giant in person.

As for Qingtarou, after looking at Shichiemon and pondering for a while--

"...Okay, it's up to you to negotiate with this guy. Ask exactly what he's here for."

Although Shichiemon was just a newcomer who had just joined them tonight, after a brief contact, Qingtarou had discovered that Shichiemon's thinking was very quick and his eloquence was also very good-at least above him.

So after a lot of weighing, Qingtarou decided to hand over the task of negotiating with this giant to Nanaimon.

"Yes!" Seeing that Qingtaro agreed to let him negotiate with the giant, Qiemon suppressed Xiyi.

He cleared his throat and took a few steps forward, standing in front of the giant and said loudly:

"Excuse me, what's the point of visiting my shelter late at night?"

The giant's face was square and ugly.

Turning his eyes downward, he glanced at Shichiemon who was standing in front of him.

"...My name is Yichun." The giant urn replied angrily. "Wandering around the island at will, and after passing by here, I heard the voice of someone speaking, and then I came to see it."

The self-proclaimed Ichino giant glanced at Qingtarou and others who were standing in front of him and looking at him with various eyes.

"You..." Shichiemon just wanted to ask Yijun a second question, but Yijun suddenly interrupted:

"You have a lot of people here. It's amazing..."

While talking, Yichun stretched out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Let me help you make it to the Western Paradise."

"Huh?" Qiweimen was puzzled, did not understand what Yichun said just now, "Rated...Western Paradise...? What do you mean?"

As soon as Qiemon's voice fell, a strong wind hit his head from top to bottom.

And the thing that blew this strong wind... was the big naginata in Yichun's hand.

The big naginata cut in from the head of the Shichiemon from the top down, and cut it out from the crotch of the Shichiemon, and directly divided the Shichiemon into the left and right halves.

"It means literally." ——This is the last sentence Shichiemon has heard in his life.

At the last moment when Ichino's Naginata slashed his head, Qiemon suddenly recalled his life, and recalled all the things that had happened since he landed on this butterfly island.

At the last moment of his life, he suddenly realized-on this island, his proud eloquence and negotiation skills seem to have not been of much use...

After cutting Shichiemon into two, Yi Jun kept his feet round, rounded the naginata in his hand, and cut it forward again.

This time, Ichijun's goal is-Qing Taro.

Looking at the Naginata blade that was rapidly enlarging in his field of vision, Qingtarou's pupils shrank suddenly.

The body subconsciously pulls out the side of the waist and moves forward.

clang! !

Qingtaro feels like a mountain hits him~www.wuxiahere.com~ The sound of gold and iron cross-hatch can be described as deafening.

Qingtarou, who could not bear the impact, flew out and hit the rock wall behind him hard.

After the intimate contact between his back and the rock wall, the pain spread all over his body, and Qingtaro even had the illusion that his internal organs might be misplaced.

After coughing violently for a few times, Qingtarou glanced at the Hazaki in his hand--the blade of his Hazaki broke a big gap at this time.

After checking the damage to the weapon, Qingtarou hurriedly looked in front of him.

Ahead of him, a massacre was going on.

Yichun frantically waved the naginata in his hand, throwing out cloud after cloud of blood mist.

The subordinates he had assembled with great difficulty were suffering a pure slaughter.