I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

While adjusting his somewhat turbulent breathing, Ogata wiped off the blood stained on the blade of Ozazu, then retracted the knife back into its sheath.

Makimura and Hasegawa, who successfully blasted the enemy's head with a hammer, walked side by side toward Ogata.

Looking at Ogata whose breathing was a little disturbed, Makimura asked Ogata:

"Brother Ogata, is there any injury?"

"It's not hurt." Ogata smiled slightly. "It's just a stamina. This kind of enemy in heavy armor is really troublesome to deal with..."

Throwing a person to the ground, and throwing a person in heavy armor to the ground-these are two difficulties.攫攝攫

Armor--especially the Nanban carcass, to put it bluntly, is a large piece of iron.

Needless to say, how much effort it takes to throw such a large piece of iron to the ground.

Using Jiu-Jitsu to deal with 10 enemies in heavy armor in a row, even Ogata's breathing could not help but become a little disturbed.

"Brother Ogata, why are you here?" Makimura asked, "Didn't I let Inshin arrange you to hide?"

"This is a long story..." Ogata raised his head and looked towards the ceiling above his head. "I also want to ask how you two got here. I will search for this small building first, and then I will slow down with you. Slowly explain why I am here."

These 12 enemies in Nanban carcass seemed to be the last defensive force of this small building.

After all the 12 enemies wearing Nanban carcass were calmed down, Ogata and his party never saw any enemies approaching them.

However, neither Ogata, Makimura, or Hasegawa did not relax their vigilance.

Ogata slowly pulled out his Oshaten.

Makura picked up his big sword.

As for Hasegawa, holding the hammer in his left hand, he drew his knife with his right hand.

The trio carefully climbed up to the third floor with a cautious attitude-there were still no enemies on the third floor.

Just stepping on the third floor, a female voice suddenly sounded from a room on the third floor:

"A Yi! I'm here!"

Hearing this female voice, Ogata's tight nerves and muscles slowly relaxed.

After walking slowly to the room and opening the door, Ogata and Makimura's group saw Amachi sitting on a bald head that had been **** by five flowers and was stuffed with a rag in his mouth.

"Amachi, good job." Ogata smiled.

When Makimura saw the bald head who was sitting underneath Ah Ding's ass, he raised his brows and the corner of his mouth, showing a sneer:

"Hey, bald, I didn't expect the two of us to meet so soon, right?"

Looking at Mu Cun's familiar tall figure, cold sweat burst out from his bald forehead.

"Ogata Ichitosai, is this woman your companion?" asked Hasegawa Asa Ogata, who didn't know Amachi.

Before Ogata could respond, Amachi first said to Hasegawa:

"Good evening~~My name is Ah Ding."

"Good evening." Hasegawa bowed respectfully to Amachi, "My surname is Hasegawa. Hasegawa Hirazo."

"Oh..." Ah Ding was surprised, raised his hand to cover his little mouth, "I ran into a celebrity..."

"I'm in charge of attacking this small building frontally, and Amachi is responsible for climbing up to the third floor to carry out a surprise attack." Ogata on the side told Makimura and Hasegawa the battle plan drawn up by him and Amachi. "It looks like Amachi. You have achieved a lot of results, it seems that you have caught a big fish."

"Master Hasegawa, you and Ms. Amachi will watch this bald head." Makimura said at this time, "My brother Ogata and I will check if there are any fish that have slipped through the net in this small building."

Makimura’s suggestion was acquiesced by everyone present, so the 4 people were divided into two teams. Hasegawa and Amachi stayed in this room to guard the bald head, while Ogata and Makimura searched the rest of the rooms in this small building.

Ogata and Makimura each held a candle for lighting and walked side by side in a corridor on the third floor.

Ogata turned his gaze to examine Makimura's expression at this time.

Looking at the invisible fatigue on Makimura's face, Ogata whispered:

"...Mu Cun, looking at you, it seems that you have taken a lot of effort to find this place."

"Brother Ogata, you are almost the same." Makimura smiled wryly, "Your face is also full of exhaustion."

"Is there any...?" Ogata raised his hand and touched his face.

"Since this evening, I have traveled to many places in Kyoto..." Makimura whispered, "If I can be more energetic, it would be strange..."

"Coincidentally... Starting from this evening, I also ran a lot of places in Kyoto..."

Ogata and Makimura were chatting like this, and they opened each room on the third floor one by one.

Every room was nothing special. Every time I opened a room, I hurriedly looked inside. After not finding anything special, Ogata and Makimura headed for the next room.

Wow!

After the door of a room on the third floor was opened again, a peculiar smell suddenly burst out of this room.

Although there is no light in this room, I can't clearly see the specific scene in the room, but I can vaguely perceive that this is a fairly spacious room.

A steady stream of peculiar smell wafted from this room.

Ogata and Makimura frowned at the smell.

"This is..." Ogata said solemnly, "The smell of gunpowder...!"

As if they had agreed in advance, the two quickly extinguished the candle in their hands, then clenched the knives in their hands and stepped into the room.巘戅戅

Makimura walked toward the closed window, while Ogata was guarding Makimura's side with a knife.

After smoothly touching the window and opening the closed window, moonlight followed the opened window into the room, Makimura and Ogata were finally able to see everything in the room.

Looking at the things stacked in the room, Mucun’s pupils shrank suddenly...

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Kyoto, Qianxuekan, the room of Nobuyuki Mizuno, the owner of the museum.

"Master. The tour of the mountain is about to begin, are you really not going to see it?"

A male voice familiar to Mizuno came from outside the room.

The speaker was Jiro Hirayama, an old disciple who followed Mizuno for some years.

As soon as Hirayama's words fell, Mizuno, who was sitting at a low table reading a book, replied without thinking:

"I'm not in the mood to go..."

"That's it..." Hirayama's tone was a little bit disappointed, "The disciple retired first."

After Hirayama left the door, Mizuno closed the book in his hand and sighed.攫攝攫

The phrase he just said "I'm not in the mood to go" is not just perfunctory Pingshan.

Mizuno is not keen on mountain feral cruises, but it is not annoying.

In previous years, if he was free, Mizuno would take his family or his disciples to watch the magnificent mountain ferries enthusiastically.

But tonight he really doesn't have the mood to see some mountain feral.

There are so many things that happened today, making Mizuno feel upset.

The wound on the face that was hit by the "tengu" still hurts.

The owner of Inabakan was shot by an unknown person.

Although their six major sword halls have mobilized all the disciples who can mobilize to assist the officials in finding the figure of Ogata Ichitosai, there is still no result until now.

The addition of all these things makes Mizuno no mood to go out for fun.

Being too bored, Mizuno closed the book in his hand, pushed the book aside, and then raised his hand to open the side window a bit bigger, so that more refreshing wind could blow into the room.

Just when Mizuno was sitting by the window and blowing the wind comfortably--

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A scream suddenly sounded from outside the room.

Hearing this scream, Mizuno's pupils shrank suddenly.

Mizuno heard who's screaming from the tone of his voice—it was the scream of Jiro Hirayama who had just left outside his room!

Mizuno quickly got up and took the knife from the knife stand next to him.

As soon as the knife was removed from the knife holder, the paper sliding door of the room was opened with a bang.

Mizuno followed the prestige-I saw that the man behind the door was Jiro Hirayama.

Jiro Hirayama's appearance at this time was extremely miserable.

There were so many wounds on his body that it was hard to count them, and these wounds continued to gurgle with blood, staining his clothes red.

"master……"

Jiro Hirayama covered his wound with one hand and held the door frame with the other.

Because of the blood constantly pouring out of his mouth, the words and sentences spoken by Jiro Hirayama were ambiguous.

"Hirayama! What happened..."

Before Mizuno finished speaking, a few knives suddenly came out from behind Hirayama's chest.

After these knives were taken back from Pingshan, Pingshan, who had lost his life, fell softly to the ground.

After Hirayama fell to the ground, Mizuno finally saw who these people were standing behind and stabbing Hirayama to the ground.

"You...?!" After seeing the appearance of these people, Mizuno's pupils shrank suddenly.

At a glance, Mizuno recognized who these people were.

They are all his disciples.

To be precise, they were all new disciples who had only joined his sect in a while.

"What are you doing!" Mizuno shouted sharply, "killing his fellow brothers! What are you doing!"

The new disciples of Mizuno didn't take care of Mizuno's problem.

Only holding the **** knife in their hands, they walked slowly towards Mizuno.

Seeing that the negotiations were useless, Mizuno could only pull out his knife with a calm face.

"drink--!"

Mizuno sent out a powerful qi and swung his knife towards the disciple who was walking in the front.

clang!

It's a pity-his knife was easily blocked by this disciple.

"What...!" After his sword was blocked, Mizuno's face showed a strong and unbelievable color.

After all, he recruited new disciples himself, and Mizuno still had a little impression of these disciples.

In his impression, his new disciples did not have that strong strength.

While Mizuno was still in shock, several others swung their swords towards Mizuno.

Although Mizuno has struggled to fight, the double fist is hard to beat the four hands after all.

After Mizuno waved his sword to hold up one's slash, the other person took a chance and hit Mizuno's abdomen with his knife.

The wound was very large. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the injury on Mizuno's abdomen was considered fatal, although the internal organs in the abdomen had been cut.

"Hmm..." Mizuno spit out blood, feeling that his strength seemed to flow out from the wound in his abdomen along with the blood.

With no injuries on his body, Mizuno was not an opponent of these people.

When the abdomen has been injured, it is even more not the opponent of these people.

Although he was still holding the knife, he was eventually cut to death by these people...

"Let's go." After confirming that Mizuno was dead, the leader of these disciples puffed out, "Go and kill all our brothers."

When talking about the word "senior brother", this person increased his tone specially, and his expression became ugly as his tone increased.

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……巘戅奇幻7H&#戅

At this moment--

In an alley in Kyoto——

"Hey, brother, is there really an izakaya that tastes great here?"

"really."

"Will someone really open a home in a place like this..."

The five senior brothers in the Qing Academy walked slowly towards a dim alley under the leadership of a younger brother who had just entered the school not long ago.

Behind these 5 seniors were 4 juniors who were also just starting out.

There are 10 people in this group-5 seniors who have been in the museum for a while, and 5 juniors who have only recently entered the museum.

This group is one of the many "search teams" in the Kiyomizukan after receiving the call to "track Ogata Ichitosai".

Just now, one of the younger brothers in the group suddenly proposed to go to the izakaya where he had only recently found a good drink to have a drink and take a break.

They have searched aimlessly in Kyoto for a little half an hour, and they are already a little tired, so after the little junior brother put forward his proposal, and got the approval of everyone else.

That's it—their little brother led them into an alley that was neither empty nor light.

The senior brothers in this group asked again and again "has it arrived" and "how long will it take to walk?"

And the little brother who was in charge of leading the way only kept saying "almost coming" and "almost coming".

"Enough! Are you kidding us!"

Finally, a hot-tempered senior yelled.

攫欝攫. "How could there be an izakaya in this kind of ghost place... Um!"

Before this brother had finished speaking, UU could no longer spit out the rest of the words in the book www.uukahnshu.com.

Because-the little junior who walked ahead and led the way suddenly turned around.

As he turned around, he pierced the senior's chest with a knife.

It happened so fast.

After the little brother who was in charge of leading the way suddenly came to a "brother, friend, brother, respect", the four brothers who were silently following behind also suddenly drew their swords and attacked the remaining brothers in front of him...

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Similar scenes are also happening in other sword halls among the six sword halls.

The owners of the remaining sword halls in the six major sword halls were assassinated by the new disciples in their halls who had only recently entered the hall.

It's not just the museum owner who was assassinated.

Those old disciples in the sword hall who had been in the hall for a while, as well as a very few new disciples, were also slaughtered.

However--because these people were slaughtered in the dark, no one else noticed the huge changes currently taking place in the Six Great Swords Hall...

The only museum owner who escaped the massacre was the Inaba Museum owner of the Metaphysics Hall.

The owner of the Inaba Museum who was attacked was recuperating in a medical center.

巘戅Miaoshuyuan 戅. Except for the few disciples who sent the master of Inaba to the clinic, no one else knew which clinic the master of Inaba was in.

And the few disciples who sent the master of Inaba to the medical clinic happened to be the old disciples who had followed the master of Inaba for some years.

In this way-the owner of Inabakan, who happened to be shot and passed out of a coma, escaped.

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