One Pirate I Am Celestial Dragons

Chapter 19 Japanese swordsmanship and Chinese swordsmanship

Chu Mu and Rayleigh are very fast, very fast. The two are almost moving and fighting with each other on the ground with layers of cracks and sword marks.

What’s more interesting is the way they fight. At first glance, the two of them seem to be performing fierce and extreme sword attacks, but when you look closely, it doesn’t seem to be the case.

The sword in Rayleigh’s hand is the blast blade, one of the twenty-one big sharp knives that Chu Mu lent him. The sharp sword is wrapped in Rayleigh’s rich Armament Haki and becomes a slender black knife.

Chu Mu stretched out two fingers, the destructive power of the gods turned into white light and appeared in his hands, and under his delicate control, turned into a three-footed white sword light, and Rayleigh’s black sword slashed at each other with extreme speed. NS.

One black and one white, one dark and one bright, the two sides attacked each other almost distinctly, but it is undeniable that both of them are quite powerful.

Rayleigh’s eyes condensed, looking at the timing, the black gust of wind in his hand stirred up a sword aura, and he wanted to cut Chu Mu into two pieces from top to bottom!

Angrily faced Rayleigh’s ultimate move, although he said that even if a sword hit his head, he would cut off a few hairs, but he didn’t intend to stop him so stupidly.

The three-foot white sword light in his hand calmly lifted, and under the super dynamic vision, he drew a white bright arc, and hit the black blasted blade directly.

Rayleigh’s teeth clenched, and he instantly felt that his sword slash had been out of control. This slash had already begun to be deflected by Chu Mu. It did not hit his head and was completely crooked by his sword light. Cut off by Chu Mu’s side.

With a crisp sound, the ground behind Chu Mu was once again cut by Rayleigh’s slash.

Rayleigh shook his body a few times unchecked, quickly withdrew to stabilize his figure, and the pitch-black wind blade in his hand stood in front of him to be determined.

It seemed that Chu Mu was faster. He smiled a little and threw the white sword light towards Rayleigh’s chest. The speed of this stab was not known how much faster than Rayleigh’s slash.

At this moment, the hairs on Rayleigh’s body were about to stand up!

He moved his body to Ultimate, gritted his teeth, and leaned his head to avoid.

At last he barely escaped Chu Mu’s stab, and the white sword light almost wiped Rayleigh’s scruffy and shabby clothes and pierced it!

With a sharp bang, Chu Mu’s white sword glow pierced through the air with sword aura, straight through the air and pierced into the forest on the opposite side. He didn’t know how many trees it penetrated.

It’s not over yet, because Chu Mu’s white sword light is too flexible. When he stabbed it out, he stuck to Rayleigh’s body. When Chu Mu’s wrist and fingertips shook, the white sword light turned like a dragon and continued to stroke. To Rayleigh’s neck.

Rayleigh’s eyes widened, and now he regretted the remarks of continuing the battle for a hundred rounds.

Before he had time to think about it, he vigorously bent his old waist back, and came back to a perfect iron bridge.

The white sword light was chopped off, and slashed against Rayleigh’s chest. With a crunch, he cut open his sloppy clothes and cut off a piece of flesh thinner than a piece of mutton on him!

In the state of bending backwards, Rayleigh immediately made a decisive action. With his legs hard, he flew backwards like a cannonball. He flew back about tens of meters and used his heels to plough the ground to brake. Down.

He stood up panting slightly, with the black wind blade in his hand standing by at any time, watching Chu Mu vigilantly.

Rayleigh felt that he was aggrieved in this swordsmanship competition, unprecedentedly aggrieved.

The white sword light on Chu Mu’s hand is not sure what it is, but it is extremely destructive. Every time it collides with his own blast blade, it will destroy part of his Armament Haki. There is no way, Rayleigh must keep outputting Armament. Haki.

Moreover, the white sword beam in his hand is too flexible. It is the skeletal muscles of his wrist and finger joints that naturally control the sword beam, which is much more flexible than his own sword holding the hilt.

If it’s just agility, that’s all, the big deal is that Rayleigh can break through with strength, but Chu Mu’s strength is terrifying. Every time he slashes on his sword, his sword body trembles badly.

If Summoning’s living swordsmanship is like a snake, then Chu Mu’s swordsmanship is like a dragon, which is not only flexible, but also has considerable attack and strength.

What makes Rayleigh most uncomfortable is Chu Mu’s weird and powerful swordsmanship.

Although his swordsmanship also has such powerful and powerful sword moves as piercing and hacking, many of them are very weird and powerful. With the blessing of his powerful strength, a single stroke of the white sword light will destroy Rayleigh’s. The attack output is disrupted.

Speed, strength, skill, moves, and destruction are inferior to humans, so how can we fight this! ?

Rayleigh’s depression and anger seemed to be felt too, he looked at Rayleigh, who was dignified opposite, with a happy heart.

In fact, Rayleigh’s sword and Chu Mu’s sword are almost essentially different.

Rayleigh’s sword is the swordsmanship of the Japanese Ronin swordsman.

Chu Mu’s sword is the swordsmanship of the heavenly warriors, elegant and unrestrained.

Because it is a complete sword of two genres, the two are almost incomparable.

But what is certain is that at the same level, the swordsmanship of the celestial dynasty must crush the Japanese swordsmanship. The artistic conception of the moves pursued in the swordsmanship of the celestial dynasty is not comparable to that of the blindly powerful slashing and slashing of the Japanese swordsmanship.

Seeing the bright white sword glow in his hand, Chu Mu was excited.

Sure enough, no matter what, the soul of China is still in my soul!

Taking a step forward, Chu Mu’s Conqueror’s Haki swept away towards Rayleigh, his clothes and hair wavy in the Haki wind, his expression domineering and arrogant:

“Pluton Rayleigh! Don’t persuade! Come again!”*