Chapter 25 Section 10

What the so-called martial arts learners are most afraid of is not defeat, but the inability to pursue a stronger self. Nothing can stimulate your endless potential more than a wonderful failure. "The so-called way of the sword..." Kimaru's sad hair seemed to be whiter again. The saber energy on his body disappeared without a trace. Even the killing intent to drive away mosquitoes and ants by waving his hands is gone. The person standing in front of Chen Musheng and Wu Tingjian seemed to be an ordinary old man with no spirit. The internal injuries suffered by Kimaru's heartbreak are far more serious than the black burn marks on the outside.

Since the original fate is composed of a mess of rotten lives, in addition to the effect of physical destruction, the "fearful doom" struck by the devil's claws also has a strange energy that freely penetrates objects, enveloping the living body. In the despair that cannot be reversed, the fighting spirit is completely gone. If you look at it with the eyes of the life hunter, at this moment, Kimaru's sad body exudes a lifeless black air. But Kimaru was so sad that he stood up again under this desperate blow. Use his most natural posture. The reason is... "Facing such a huge failure, the way of the sword is worthless." Kimaru half-opened and half-closed his eyes sadly.

Compared with Sasaki Kojiro, who is young and victorious, Kimamaru, who has left a history of defeat, has long since lost his desire to win and abandoned himself. Abandoning is not "letting go" as Buddhists say, but "despising one's own existence by cutting grass and roots." Never before in history has a man's failure been discussed so many times. As long as the name of Miyamoto Musashi appears, people will automatically think of the name of Sasaki Kojiro. One name is always associated with victory, the other, of course, is synonymous with failure. "Personal honor and disgrace are worthless."

Kimaru's sad hair turned black strangely, and the age spots on his skin gradually faded and disappeared. Muscles glow with elasticity.Faintly revealing ruddy blood. His breathing became lighter, and his downcast eyes became sharper. What a flashback. Don't want to lose anymore? No, not like that. How great would it be if he could fight Musashi again in this state? No, it's not like that either. The blood race only gave him an immortal body, but it also made him hear the eternal ruin. He wanted to use the eternal life to fight for the peak, but it didn't come. Just grasp the rare present, and before you die, you must enjoy it to the fullest...

Kimaru was sad in the black air, exuding a recalcitrant air that he expected to be absolutely defeated. For a moment, Chen Musheng seemed to see the master who was addicted to martial arts on the man's face—— "I thought about it. I really like studying martial arts so much. This is the only interest in my life. If I can take advantage of this opportunity to become a vampire, I can not only compete with that man, but also continue in eternal life. Pursuing the peak of Mantis Boxing, isn't that very similar to what I do, haha!" Chen Musheng took a step forward, blocking Wu Tingjian.

"Although he is an enemy I hate, I don't want him to die under your dragon cannon." This sentence is tantamount to denying the realm of "devil's claw" in martial arts. Wu Tingjian didn't refute at all, and stepped aside generously, leaving Chen Musheng sad to Yawan alone. In Wu Tingjian's eyes, he stared at the super evil life in Yawan's sad body. After the explosion just now, he finally saw it clearly... "One defeat in a thousand years." What a vicious and terrible fate. After that vampire dies, it will eat you. That was too much of a meal for my devil's right hand.

Waiting, waiting for the moment when Chen Musheng killed the vampire. The evil life that eats the host's top-level failure energy will never give up the last energy stimulated by the host before death. When it greedily plunders Yawan's sad "final failure", Wu Tingjian took the opportunity to eat it! "For a long time, no matter which one of the eleven jackals I met, I had to fight and flee." Chen Musheng looked at it, and Kimaru, who was gathering the strength of the final blow, was sad, and said slowly: "But no matter what, I can play against any of them - only you, I don't need to watch After every move of yours, I know that if a pair hits, they will definitely die, so I always run away early."

Yawan's sad eyebrows moved slightly. escape? If I knew how to escape back then, I might have temporarily left a fan of the duel, but... "Now, I have to face my fear." Chen Musheng clenched his fists. The fifty-one weapons in the body collided violently together, making a deafening clanging metal sound. Countless combinations of ever-changing weapons appeared faintly in Chen Musheng's palm. Nothing pure, nothing harmonious, the unique personality of each weapon is distinct. There is such a martial arts. Yawan was sad and slightly surprised. What kind of dream did old man J have to invent such a weapon that can no longer be called a weapon.

Strictly speaking, this has gone beyond the respective categories of martial arts and weapons. very nice. It's really good. Take a deep breath and visualize the details of your body's functions—how much strength do you still have to chop? Nine hundred... no, a little more. one thousand. And more. ...and more. With a sad expression on his face, Yamaru took the first step with ease. It seems that there are fresh and tender flowers blooming lightly under his steps. There is no wind, but it is like a spring breeze. It seems that there are birdsong in the distance, and there is a cool breath of mountain wind.

Nature is Yamaru's sadness, and Yamaru's sadness is nature. For hundreds of years, countless strongmen who have pursued killing all directions in martial arts have tried to reach such a state, but they can't achieve it. Not only is there no killing intent, but every movement is absorbed by everything around them, and there is no trace of their posture. Slowly, Kimaru put the long knife in his sad hand. Slowly, at a speed that can definitely be recognized by a baby's naked eyes, slowly pull the knife out of its sheath. slowly...slowly... ——Is there such a slow sword drawing technique in the world?

"Dangerous." Wu Tingjian felt unprecedented pressure. At this time, as a result of the city being squeezed by the forces of multiple fates, a new conclusion was born... There was a bang in the distance! An F16 fighter jet was attacked at high altitude and shot wildly in all directions! Like a sobbing meteor, like an angry sky strike, like a volcanic eruption that rushed to the sky and then fell to the ground, the flames smote the sky, and fell thunderously towards the place where the three heroes are dueling! but. No one looked up. No one dared to look up. "One thousand one hundred and thirteen sounds——No one draws his sword." Kibamaru moaned sadly, and when he finished speaking, he really pulled out the knife. The wreckage poured down on fire. One thousand one hundred and thirteen slashes, under Kimaru's sad "slow and fast" strange slash, unhurriedly unleashed.Each cut is different, some are fast and reversible, some are so slow that they can't even cut the petals, some are full of sword energy, and some are as soft as water, as if even the sword is bent into a lotus leaf . It's extremely abrupt, but it's well-coordinated. Each cut brought Yamaru a new martial arts experience. Knives are for killing. Begging for hundreds of years, so fast that even the fastest bullet can easily cut in half. No matter how far-fetched the art is attached to the sword technique, if it can't kill people or kill powerful enemies, what is the use of the art of martial arts?What is the use of self-cultivation?What is the use of more philosophy? A knife must kill, and it must kill fiercely, quickly and accurately. Even if a non-killing gesture is skillfully incorporated into the opening gesture, the result is still a kill. However, what is the situation now? Yawan is sad and doesn't know. He felt a real calmness. Whether the knife is fast or the knife is slow, it is no longer important. Anyway, after a while, even if the other party does nothing, he will die. Before dying, enjoy the taste of holding a knife for the last time. After all, I have only had this knife in my life of poverty. Just when he gave up his life, gave up winning, and just wanted a brilliant battle... The wreckage of the fighter plane kept hitting the ground, breaking out more sharper and more dangerous pieces, like a duel between a vampire for this one person It's like hitting countless murderous fireworks. The qi in the two of them was turbulent, and these changes around them couldn't get close, and they were shocked away from afar. Chen Musheng adapts to the situation, no, it is a kind of fighting instinct that surpasses the adaptation, and quickly uses one move after another. The strong moves that he has conceived for a long time and that have been flying around in his mind. "It turns out that this trick doesn't work?" Chen Musheng raised his backhand with his sword, but was almost broken by Yamaru's sad fourth strike. "This trick seems a bit too much?" Chen Musheng slammed his big ax quickly, but Yamaru's sad ninth slash came first. "No, no, it's too far from what I thought, so I should speed up!" Chen Musheng quickly rolled back his whip, and almost successfully blocked Yamaru's sad seventeenth slash. "Sure enough, this trick is very clever!" Chen Musheng's steel claws yelled and forced him, cutting off the sad No. 31 of Kimaru invisible. When it came to the one hundred and forty sixth move, Chen Musheng simply forgot to kill Yawan Sadness. Anyway, it can't be done. When it came to the 734th move, he almost let the weapons in his body rush out, and used his own physique to fight against Kimaru's sad top-notch slashing technique. Sadly captured the city. Chen Musheng's thinking may have paused. Or in this realm, thinking is not very meaningful. And the fate of "thousands of troops and horses" in Chen Musheng's body is roaring and beating drums in the alien space, amplifying the power of Chen Musheng's attack.The more than seventy Kibamaru warriors who have been unable to intervene have their hearts beating violently just watching, almost wanting to cover their ears to resist the shock of the thousands of troops. But they had no intention of running away. Yes, it's not that he doesn't want to escape, but that he doesn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become stronger. Every sad knife of Kibamaru contains the realm of ingenuity and clumsiness. As long as someone who uses the knife watches by him and can learn one or two changes from it, he will benefit endlessly in this life.Therefore, more than seventy Kimaru samurai wanted to stay, watch, and learn despite the danger. "An incredible fight." Wu Tingjian, who was watching the battle quietly, thought to himself: "Chen Musheng is improving every move in the battle. If the vampire stops suddenly, he will start to be confused and forget everything he just got. The best way is to continue without adding Think about it, the longer the better, let the body remember the feeling of being invincible at this moment..." At this moment, he couldn't help but think of his brother. The younger brother encounters a strong enemy, can he survive each time by chance, and then become stronger? The wreckage of the falling fighter jets has long been wiped out. The 11013th knife is not particularly earth-shattering. Kimaru's heartbroken sword simply returned to its sheath. finished? Chen Musheng felt a little lost. There was no injury on his body at all, but he couldn't conquer the city for a moment. Yawan is sad and heroic, and his expression is compelling. "I am... Sasaki, Kojiro. In this life, I finally walked through it in style." Close your eyes and don't move. The afterimage of the one thousand one hundred and one thirteen knives just now seemed to remain in the air. The breath of the two fighting is still there, and the sound of weapons clashing is still lingering. Chen Musheng looked at his venerable enemy. For the first time, he had new ideas about vampires. Insignificant perhaps, but the fight just now had some effect. A ray of light that cannot be discerned by the naked eye slowly creeps out from Kimaru's sad orifices. The movement of that ray of light was very slow, and it just satisfactorily recalled the hundreds of years of waiting after a full meal. "It's so fat, it must be hard to eat!" Wu Tingjian grinned grimly, loosened his jaw muscles and joints, stepped forward, opened his big mouth and bit down hard on the strange light. The "Millennium Defeat" who hadn't fully climbed out of Kimaru's sad body didn't seem to understand what happened, and even his body was not complete, so he could only struggle in disorder, and even wanted to crawl back into Kimaru's sad body. Wu Tingjian "stretched out" the devil's claws, grabbed the panicked "one thousand defeat" firmly, and forced it into his snake's mouth.Swallowing the jujube whole, he ruthlessly ate into his stomach the life that had been cultivated for almost a thousand years. More than seventy Kisamaru warriors knelt on the ground and worshiped Kisamaru's sad body.To life and death. Seeing this scene, Chen Musheng didn't have the idea of ​​massacre anymore. "Chen Musheng, I need to find a place to digest this monster properly." Wu Tingjian exuded an unlucky black air all over his body, as if he could hear "one defeat in a thousand years" roaring helplessly in Wu Tingjian's stomach, rampaging.He desperately wanted to escape from this weird curse-printed space. "Quiet!" Wu Tingjian yelled loudly, squeezing his stomach hard with Gao Qiang's inner strength. His eyes have all blackened. To use this huge energy for his own use, it will take at least half a day, no, even longer.If there is no one to help Wu Ting fight and protect the law during this period, he will no longer be insane, but the ratio of rotten life that can be refined into pure energy will not be too high, wasting precious energy for no reason. "Let's go, this city is already in chaos, that kind of place is everywhere." Chen Musheng looked at the fiery red sky. Have humans finally made a move? What happened during the time I was in the smithy?