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Chapter 954: Sword Saint vs. Ghosts! [5000]

The shouting and killing behind me stopped...

The enemy soldiers' cries could not be heard.

I can't hear the sound of Kondo Shusuke's sword either...

Seiichirō Otani lowered his eyelids...the shadow of his eyelashes covered his eyes.

Others could only vaguely see a hint of sadness flowing in his eyes.

"He's the only one left!" (Russian)

"I stabbed him!" (Russian)

"Well done!" (Russian)

"His injuries are getting worse and worse! He won't be able to hold on any longer!"

"Keep going! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Even someone as strong as Seiichirō Otani could not have emerged unscathed in this bloody battle with such a huge disparity in strength.

He continued to advance deeper into the enemy's territory, and the confrontation he encountered became increasingly fierce.

More and more enemy soldiers inflicted bloody wounds on him.

For example, at this moment, someone took advantage of the chaos and slashed Seiichiro Otani on the forehead. Fortunately, it was only a skin wound. Although a lot of blood was shed, it was not fatal.

By this point in the battle, Seiichiro Otani could no longer remember how many injuries he had suffered.

Perhaps because he was so excited, he didn't feel any pain at all.

He looked at the vast group of enemies in front of him, then raised his eyes slightly and looked at Shuten-doji not far away.

Shuten-doji stood straight in place, staring at him expressionlessly.

The distance between them is about 100 meters...it's very close.

But in this space of only a hundred meters, it was filled with a large number of enemy soldiers.

Seiichirō Otani withdrew his gaze and looked back at the group of enemies in front of him.

"Come on, if you want to die, just come forward!"

After roaring, he clenched the knife in his hand and swung it forward.

The next moment, cold light and blood light flew together.

——I’m sorry, Your Highness Tenshoin… I’m sorry, everyone… I lied to you…

Just now, when he was saying goodbye to Tianzhangyuan and others, he acted with a righteous look, as if he was going to mend the crack in the sky with one hand.

But in fact, these are all his "performances".

Just like Kubota Kiyon, he has been living a tiring life every day since the "Black Ship Incident".

Because he skillfully concealed his true thoughts, few people discovered his inner pain.

He has been studying sword skills since he was young, and never gets tired of fighting with heroes from all walks of life...all this is to become a more powerful swordsman.

However... the advent of large ships and large cannons rendered swordsmanship a useless skill.

As long as they have guns and bullets, even a child can easily kill a swordsman with excellent swordsmanship.

Although many people say that "swordsmanship will never die" and "practicing swordsmanship can strengthen the body", and they are tirelessly trying to find more meaning for swordsmanship, it is obvious that these are nothing but self-deceiving fallacies.

The sword is a weapon and swordsmanship is a killing technique.

In essence, swordsmanship is not a skill for physical fitness at all.

It is simply nonsense to want to use swordsmanship to exercise your body or to comprehend some philosophy of life.

Swordsmanship is used to kill people!

Once a weapon that is more efficient and better than a sword appears, swordsmanship will completely lose its meaning of existence.

Even the meaning of their existence as swordsmen was denied.

He dedicated his entire life to the sword, but when he was old and gray, he suddenly realized that everything he had studied for the past few decades had become in vain... Perhaps some people can pick themselves up from such a blow - at least Seiichirō Otani is not one of them.

Even though he pretended to be calm on the surface, he could not hide the confusion and pain in his heart.

The reason why he stayed and imitated Yukimura Sanada who broke into the enemy camp was not for any great cause.

He does not have such noble sentiments.

He just wanted to find a magnificent place for himself to die, so that his swordsmanship could bloom for the last and most brilliant time.

That's it!

——Come on... unknown enemy general... accompany me to the underworld...!
His eyes were fixed on Shuten-doji's figure, and he chopped down every enemy soldier that stood in his way.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Kiyon Kubota in the rear provided continuous remote support.

Thanks to his precise sniping, the pressure on Seiichiro Otani was greatly reduced.

Without his help, he would have suffered more injuries.

But at this moment, Seiichiro Otani suddenly discovered that something was wrong with Kiyone Kubota.

The arrow that was shot just now not only failed to hit the enemy's vital point, but also went awfully off target and flew directly into the distance.

Seiichiro Otani was well aware of Kubota Kiyone's abilities.

With his superb archery skills, at this distance, even if he didn't hit the center of the bull's eye, there was no way he would miss the target.

In this case, there is only one possibility...

“Qingyin!!”

The fierce battle left Seiichiro Otani no time to turn around and check on Kubota Kiyone's current condition with his own eyes.

He could only open his throat and shout the other person's name.

Soon, he received a response:

"Seiichiro! Forward!!"

Along with this shout, a new arrow was shot and knocked down the enemy soldier on the left side of Seiichirō Otani.

It’s more than accurate, but the power is obviously not as strong as before...

When Seiichirō Otani saw this, he was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his lips, his expression becoming complicated and indescribable.

This scene happened just now...when Kondo Shusuke was shot.

Although a myriad of emotions surged in his heart, he quickly suppressed his emotional fluctuations, adjusted his expression, clenched his teeth, continued to swing the knife, and continued to move forward.

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"Ho...! Ho...! Ho...! Ho...!"

Kubota Kiyone opened her mouth wide and a hoarse breath came out of her throat.

His face at this moment... to put it bluntly, was no different from that of a dead person, so pale that it looked like it had been bleached and dyed with white powder by a geisha.

His extremely poor physical condition could not suppress his will to fight.

He pulled out a new arrow from his almost empty quiver and loaded the bow.

Just as he was about to pull the bowstring, a strong feeling of dizziness hit his brain.

I felt like vomiting, all the strength in my body was drained away, and my vision became blurry...

His body swayed from side to side, as if he would fall at any moment, and the arrow slipped through his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "splash" sound of water, and his hands naturally dropped down and fell into a pool of blood.

The ground beneath him was stained with blood! This large area of ​​blood was still spreading outwards!
The stone that took away his ability to move not only broke the bones in his thigh, but also tore the aorta in his thigh.

It goes without saying how important the large artery inside the thigh is.

Although he had tried to stop the bleeding by tearing off strips of cloth from his clothes and tightening them around his thighs, how could he so easily stop the bleeding caused by a ruptured aorta?

This level of hemostasis only slowed down the rate of blood loss.

Before he knew it, a large pool of blood had formed beneath him and he was sitting in it.

Anyone with a bit of common sense can see that after losing so much blood, Kubota Kiyone's life is like a candle in the wind...

At this moment, there was only a trace of breath left under his nose... so weak that it could disappear at any time.

Logically speaking, there was nothing else he could do except sit and wait to die.

However, after just a moment, he raised his eyelids again.

There was no life on his face...but his eyes were still burning with fighting spirit!

With a click, he raised the bow in his hand again, picked up the arrow that fell beside him with trembling fingers, and put the arrow on the string.

"Seiichiro... move forward..."

The next second, a sound of breaking air was heard.

The arrow shot straight out with a strong wind and pierced the head of an enemy soldier - this guy intended to attack Seiichirō Otani from the side and rear.

"Seiichiro... forward...!"

In the blink of an eye, another arrow was shot into the air.

Immediately afterwards, another enemy soldier disappeared from the area around Seiichirō Otani.

His movements were so smooth and his techniques were so skillful that he didn't look like a seriously injured and dying person at all!
Looking at the back of Seiichirō Otani, looking at this courageous back moving forward, Kubota Kiyone smiled.

He smiled peacefully.

Strangely enough, after experiencing the severe dizziness just now, he suddenly felt his head become unusually clear.

Thanks to this, he suddenly understood a lot of things.

Why would he risk his life to accompany a gentleman and help Seiichiro Otani at all costs?
Because to him, Seiichirō Otani at this moment is like an "incarnation" - the embodiment of the backbone that proves to the world the "old guys who can't keep up with the times"!
So... Seiichiro, move forward!

He didn't know when he felt pain or fatigue anymore. To be more precise, all his senses except vision were gone.

He now had only one thought left: to shoot all enemy soldiers who posed a threat to Seiichiro.

He now only had one action left: draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

In a split second, arrows one after another cut through the atmosphere!
The strong wind brought by the arrow was like a tailwind that helped Seiichirō Otani on his journey.

Every sound of breaking wind means the death of an enemy soldier.

With the help of this continuous rain of arrows, Seiichiro Otani's offensive was as powerful as if assisted by God!

Forward, forward, and forward again... He ran from one column of blood to the next.

Whoosh!
Seiichirō Otani saw an enemy soldier in front of him on the left who was holding a flintlock rifle and was about to shoot him when he was shot through the head.

Whoosh!
After a while, the enemy soldier on his right scratched his neck which was hit by an arrow, struggled for a few times, and then fell to the ground motionless.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
……

Listening to the continuous sound of breaking wind coming from behind him, Seiichiro Otani gradually felt at ease.

This peace of mind comes from both the strong assistance of Kubota Kiyone and pure friendship.

Even though there were no friendly troops around him, as long as he heard the sound of the bow being shot, he could intuitively feel that he was not alone.

But at this moment, without any warning... the sound of breaking wind stopped.

There was no longer the sound of bowstrings being drawn and arrows being shot from behind him.

Seiichirō Otani's sword paused for a moment in mid-air.

He subconsciously thought that Kubota Kiyone was tired, so he waited and waited.

But... no matter how long he waited, the sound of the bow being drawn that made him feel at ease never came again...

"..."

Seiichirō Otani pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly.

Although the enemy soldiers' cries were incessant, without the sound of bows being fired, he had never felt that the world was so quiet as it was at this moment...

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"Master Shuten-doji, this... doesn't seem good."

Sukuna widened his eyes, staring blankly at Seiichiro Otani who was getting closer and closer to them.

To be fair, the soldiers' bravery is absolutely worthy of the description of "fighting without regard for their own lives."

With the help of "The Decisive Battle of Yodo", they rushed towards Seiichiro Otani without retreating.

However... no matter how hard they fought, no matter how many wounds they inflicted on each other, they could not stop them!
The swordsman's path forward is a real bloody one! Every step forward will lead to a fierce fight!

According to incomplete statistics from Sukuna and others, at this moment, Seiichiro Otoani had at least 15 wounds on his body, including 2 gunshot wounds.

Despite suffering such serious injuries, he not only did not collapse to the ground and die, but instead became more courageous as the battle went on... To be honest, Sukuna and the others couldn't help but wonder if this old man was also an "immortal" like Ogata Issey!
Kaibo-sama raised his face, turned his head, and said to Shuten-doji anxiously:

"Master Shuten-doji, please retreat!"

His words immediately expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

Sukuna and others turned their heads and cast earnest glances at Shuten-doji.

Judging from the current situation, it is not a false thing for Seiichirō Otani to rush into this place and kill Shuten-doji!
They didn't think that Shuten-doji couldn't beat Seiichiro Ontani.

In fact, even in his intact state without any injuries, Seiichiro Otani might not be a match for the talented Shuten-doji.

To be able to enter the "selfless state" at will... This kind of talent is rare in a century.

But... we should always be prepared for the worst!

At this moment, Seiichirō Otani seemed like a god possessed, standing tall and unbeatable.

Even if he was defeated by Shuten-doji, there was no guarantee that he would not be left with some scars on his body.

Facing Umibozu's sincere advice, Shuten-doji smiled slightly:
"Otoya Seiichiro imitated Yukimura Mita and charged into the battle alone."

"If I follow the example of Tokugawa Ieyasu, put down the flag and retreat several miles, wouldn't that make me a laughing stock?"

"I'm not like Tokugawa Ieyasu, who can lower himself to do such a shameful thing."

"Umibozu, at this point, please don't say such things that will ruin the mood."

As he spoke, he raised his chin towards the front, towards Seiichirō Otani who was getting closer and closer.

"Look. That swordsman is burning his life."

"He risked everything, putting his life at risk and fighting bloody battles."

"I want to witness this respectable opponent to the end."

"I won't run away. I'll stand here."

"Whether he dies on the way or succeeds in killing me, I will gladly accept any outcome."

Having said this, he paused.

After a moment, he changed his tone to a solemn one:
"I advise you to take 'Decisive Battle Star' now."

"Otherwise, you might not be able to take even one blow from him."

Upon hearing this, Sukuna and others became serious.

After a brief hesitation, they reached into their arms and took out a red pill.

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"Old man! Go to hell!"

An enemy soldier stepped forward and stabbed the bayonet in Seiichirō Otani's chest.

Before he could rejoice, Seiichirō Otani chopped him down with his knife.

At the same time, he put the knife in his left hand and used his right hand to pull out the bayonet stuck in his chest, causing it to fall around and pierce the neck of another enemy soldier.

Finally, the knife in his left hand drew a neat arc in the air, cutting off the heads of three enemy soldiers in one breath.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to clear out the enemy soldiers around him, he took another step forward.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that Shuten-doji was right in front of him!

There were only eight steps between them.

The other person's handsome face was already extremely clear.

He could even see every line on his face.

8 steps...the last 8 steps!
Seiichirō Otani took a deep breath and mustered up the remaining strength in his body!

At this moment, a cold light swept across the top of his head in an arc.

Seiichirō Otani didn't even look at the slash, but instinctively leaned back and dodged it.

Seeing that his attack missed, Sukuna immediately pulled the knife back to his hand and got ready again.

Sukuna, Umibozu, Ugyu-ogi, and Nune--they stood in a fan shape, blocking the way of Seiichirō Onotani.

Without exception, the four of them all had that high-spirited look in their eyes that was unique to those who had taken the "Decisive Battle Dregs".

Seiichirō Otani looked at the four people calmly, muttering:

"The general's guards..."

Umibozu shouted and took the lead in launching an attack:

"Drink ah ah ah ah!"

He swung his sword forward, and the large sword made a sound in the wind.

Sukuna and Ushiki followed closely behind, chasing Seiichiro Otani from different directions.

This is not over yet. Nu Nu walked around the periphery and threw the steel needle in her hand with force.

It’s called a “needle”… but it’s actually more like a “nail”!
Each of the steel needles she held between her fingers was five centimeters long and half a centimeter thick!
If you get stabbed, the injury will be serious!
Nunu is not a warrior who specializes in martial arts.

The only fighting method she was good at was to hide behind her comrades, then quietly throw out steel needles to attack the enemy.

It seemed as if an awful long time had passed while the various ghosts' moves were described in such detail.

In essence, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Seiichirō Otani quickly scanned the area to see the demons' moves clearly.

His next response also happened in the blink of an eye.

clang!clang!clang!
Three sounds of metal colliding rang out in unison.

He first swung his sword diagonally to cut off Fei Nunu's steel needle, then raised his sword above his head to deflect Kaibouzu's slash to the side, and then deflected Sukuna's sword with incredible speed.

The next moment, his arms turned into feathers, his body flew into the air, and he pounced on the bull ghost.

Seeing the "Sword Saint" approaching, Niu Gui's pupils instantly shrank into pinholes.

He subconsciously brought the naginata in his hand to his chest and took a defensive stance - but it was too late.

puff!

The clean slash swept across the cow ghost's neck.

The Niu Gui staggered back a few steps, raised his hands to cover his neck, trying to stop the wound, but to no avail.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers, instantly dyeing his entire palm and neck red.

Plop—after a while, his head drooped weakly, and his body fell to the ground with a bang. After convulsing a few times, he stopped moving.

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