The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 258 Miyamoto's Death
During the bloody battle on board, Wu Xiao leaned on the side of the ship and shot his bow left and right. With a few sounds of bowstrings, two ronin who attacked from behind fell to the ground.

Shen Lian gave a thumbs up behind him to express his gratitude to Brother Wu.

Under the cover of Wu Xiao's longbow, the Huquan magic soldiers blocked left and right, breaking through the Japanese leather armor one after another, and killed all the way from the deck of the Fu ship to the side of the Zhuyin ship.

Several Japanese pirates who were shot by arrows fell on the deck and groaned in pain. When they saw Shen Lian coming towards them with a knife, they were so scared that they rolled into the sea.

"roll!"

Miyamoto Musashi hid behind a group of Satsuma warriors, and looked at the Ming Dynasty swordsman in front of him with interest through the gaps in their shields.

"You can use this Ming person to test your sword."

The Satsuma warrior raised his round shield, repeatedly blocked the sharp arrows shot by Wu Xiao, and quickly approached Shen Lian.

As they walked, they took the opportunity to finish off the Ming sailors who were still alive on the deck.

Shen Lian hacked at several people, and at first the injuries were not fatal. Later, seeing that the Japanese were brutal and killed anyone they saw, he also became bloodthirsty.

A Japanese ronin suddenly rushed out from the side, with his sword pointed directly at Shen Lian. Wu Xiao was unable to draw his bow in time, and saw that the Japanese sword was about to pierce Shen Lian's waist and back.

"die!"

The sharp blade of Huquan flashed like lightning, and the two swords collided with each other. There was a sound of jade breaking, and the Japanese sword was cut into two pieces.

The ronin was still in a daze, holding the remaining hilt of the sword. A cold light flashed, and his head and body were separated.

Shen Lian looked at the headless corpse twitching on the deck and said angrily:

"I won't kill you, but you're looking for death!"

Six Satsuma warriors surrounded him.

Shen Lian closed his eyes slightly, tightly grasping the magic weapon used by the famous anti-Japanese general Yu Dayou, and quietly awaited the final battle.

Miyamoto Musashi pushed aside the round shield in front of him and said to the Satsuma samurai:

"He's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle, he's in the middle! (Let him in, let me cut him in two!)"

Shen Lian raised his head proudly, saw Miyamoto with a faint sneer, and then looked at the five or six Fuchuan sailors on the deck who had been beheaded by him, and suddenly a nameless anger rose in his heart.

"kill!"

The Huquan Sword whistled, and drops of blood fell from the blade.

Under the intimidation of the huge aura, the comfortable smile on Miyamoto's face disappeared, and he began to look at his opponent seriously.

"I have no rivals in Japan, so I'll use Ming warriors as my attackers!"

Suddenly, he jumped forward with both feet at the same time. This is the unique technique of "Niten Ichiryu" (Miyamoto's own style) - "Yin Yang Step".

The so-called Yin-Yang Step means that each time a warrior moves, he must never move just one foot. Whether attacking or withdrawing to block, the "Yin-Yang Step" should be used.

This way you can move left and right, forward and backward. The specific way to move is that when the right foot moves forward, the left foot follows, and when the right foot moves back, the left foot also moves back.

Shen Lian didn't even look at Miyamoto. He held the goose-feather knife and watched the show, letting the Japanese warrior jump around in front of him.

"It seems that I have met a master from the Ming Dynasty today. You are a devil in the world, why would you let so many people die with you? Why don't you duel with me! I am Miyamoto Musashi, a warrior from the Western Country. In the past sixteen years, I have fought more than sixty battles and have never been defeated..."

"That's because you haven't met me."

Shen Lian held the target with his right palm, and drew his sword from the right, with the tip of the sword slanting to the left, performing the common starting posture of Baji Sword.

"What should I do if I defeat you today?"

Miyamoto looked at the Ming Dynasty swordsman who was a head taller than him, saw his unruly expression, and laughed coldly:
"If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, the goods will belong to the Hosokawa family, and your right hand will belong to me."

Shen Lian glanced at the katana and short sword in Miyamoto's hands:

"The long sword is nice, but it's a pity that you don't deserve it. Why don't you give it to me? I wanted to retire from the martial arts world, but I didn't expect to hurt someone's life today. What a cruel fate, ah..."

Miyamoto Musashi was furious when he heard this.

The samurai sword is a symbol of the samurai's honor. For a samurai, he can die but he cannot abandon his samurai sword.

"How dare you humiliate the Western warriors!"

Just as Miyamoto was about to draw his sword, he suddenly felt a chill on his spine and almost doubted his eyes.

The opponent had changed his tactics, with the blade facing outwards and thrust straight into the deck, his iron-armed hand gripping the hilt like a blind man's cane.

But the blade stained with human blood was filled with murderous intent.

Miyamoto looked at his opponent carefully and found that there was no flaw on his body.

I thought that this Ming Dynasty swordsman was just another victim of my sword.

Seeing the terrifying murderous aura bursting out from him, Miyamoto couldn't help but hold his breath.

"He's a tough opponent."

At this time, the sailors and samurai on both sides of the Fukusen and the Shuinsen stopped fighting, and everyone retreated more than ten steps, leaving the place for the duel.

Hundreds of eyes watched the duel between Shen Lian and Miyamoto Musashi.

The two men were ten steps apart, with corpses from both sides scattered in the middle.

Shen Lian closed his eyes slightly, and Miyamoto was furious.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it seemed to have only been a moment.

The scene of practicing sword in front of Taizipo in Wudang Mountain appeared before my eyes.

The summer of the 39th year of the Wanli reign.

Shen Lian bid farewell to his parents and journeyed upstream along the Yangtze River from Nanzhili, passing through Zhenjiang, Wuchang, Xiangyang, and finally arriving at the city of Junzhou. Guided by two Taoist children, he entered the Zixiao Hall and became a disciple of Wudang Master Zhang Zhenren, learning swordsmanship.

"The hidden dragon is not to be used, but the sword is bold and the heart is plucked from the harp."

This is the motto taught to him by his master.

That year, Shen Lian was eleven years old.

At this moment, his mind was clear and he was waiting for an opportunity.

Above the Liaohai Sea, the sky was clear and blue, and the clouds seemed to be stuck in the sky, motionless.

A cool breeze blew in the distance. The deck fell into a complete silence. Even the wounded around them suppressed their groans of pain, as if even a louder sound would affect the final outcome of the duel between the two swordsmen.

Although it was the twelfth lunar month, beads of sweat appeared on Miyamoto's forehead, and the hand holding the Muramasa demon sword began to tremble.

Suddenly, Shen Lian opened his eyes, and before Miyamoto could attack, he swung Huquan and stabbed with one hand.

Miyamoto Musashi was shocked and quickly raised his sword to block, but he saw the Huquan sword suddenly retracted and made two sword flowers in the air.

Miyamoto was furious, and slashed his waist and abdomen with Muramasa's magic sword, but Shen Lian had already stood up and jumped away.

The Western warrior missed the opportunity to counterattack, and the two men returned to their original state and confronted each other again.

A blood mark oozed from Shen Lian's chin, and Miyamoto's right arm was also scratched by the Huquan knife.

After just one round, both sides were injured.

Shen Lian pulled out the bell-belt dagger, wiped the blood from the wound with the blade, and looked at the Japanese warrior opposite with a grim smile.

He adjusted his breathing, placed the Huquan knife across his right shoulder, and let his front hand hang down to his left, deliberately exposing his left ribs to his opponent.

This is the killer move of Bajiquan Ti Liu Dao - luring the enemy into a trap.

Use your left rib to lure your opponent's weapon into you, then use your left elbow to move to the right to block the weapon, jump diagonally with your left and right feet, and then add your left hand to counterattack with a knife.

Miyamoto regrouped and observed his opponent carefully.

He did not use the double-sword style again, but stretched out his left foot and threw out the waist knife (short knife), followed by his left foot. His injured right hand tightly grasped the Muramasa demon sword, whistling like the wind, and killed directly into Shen Lian's left rib.

"Die に行く! (Go to death)"

Victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

When Miyamoto Musashi rushed towards Shen Lian again, as soon as his body moved, the goose-feather knife in Shen Lian's hand shot up like light.

The magic weapon easily cut through the iron arms of the Western warriors and penetrated into the human muscles and bones.

The wound on Miyamoto's right wrist was cut open again, and the sharp blade cut all the way to just above the elbow. The deep wound burst vertically, and after a moment, blood gushed out.

At the last moment, Shen Lian retracted his sword, saving his opponent's right arm.

He kicked the injured Miyamoto away.

Drops of blood dripped down the Huquan Knife.

The fish scale armor under his ribs was pierced by the Japanese sword, and blood dripped onto the deck along the scale armor.

pat pat pat.

Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury.

When masters fight, the outcome is determined by one move.

Shen Lian suddenly jumped out of the circle and stared at his opponent coldly.

"Your arm is broken. You lose."

Shen Lian looked at Miyamoto Musashi who was slumped on the ground, wiped the goose-feather knife clean, and put it back into the scabbard.

Cai Lian squeezed out of the crowd crying, used a handkerchief to wipe the blood off Shen Lang's fish scale armor, supported his shaky body, and prepared to retreat.

The sound of weapons dragging on the deck could be heard behind him.

Miyamoto, whose right arm was severely injured, fell into a state of madness.

He took an unusual upper-level posture, raised the magic sword high above his head with his left hand, glared at Shen Lian's brows, endured the severe pain in his right arm, and roared loudly.

"I have fought sixty battles in my life and have never been defeated! How dare you, a nobody..."

At that moment when the onlookers were extremely nervous, Miyamoto roared with a momentum that seemed to shatter the silence on the deck.

"go to hell!"

With a bloody and crazy aura, the Muramasa demon sword was thrown out with all its might, heading straight for Shen Lian's head like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Shen Lian pushed the woman away and swung his sword to block. The Huquan Sword and Muramasa's demon sword collided violently, splashing a few sparks.

A little spark.

The Western warrior suddenly had a flintlock pistol in his left hand.

The collider strikes the flint.

A splash, a spark.

"Go to hell! I am the number one warrior!"

The two sides were three steps apart. Within this distance, the musket was enough to tear fish scales, skin, bones, and stir up human internal organs.

My mind is blank.

In an instant, he thought of his mother, his father who had passed away long ago, and the hustle and bustle of the Jiangnan region.

The musket exploded.

A thin figure stood in front of him.

The Annan woman was like being hit by a hammer. Her body flew three or four steps away and fell softly on the deck.

Two holes appeared in the leather armor on his abdomen, and red and black blood flowed slowly along the deck into the sea.

"Ah! Ah!"

Shen Lian's eyes widened as he gripped the knife handle tightly, his whole body trembling.

In an instant, something deep in my body seemed to be awakened.

He roared like a wild beast, and with his tall body he rushed towards the Japanese warrior who was loading ammunition.

"die!"

The next moment, Miyamoto's upper body, which was cut diagonally, fell to the left with a loud bang.

The Tiger Spring Divine Weapon cut straight from Miyamoto Musashi's right shoulder to his left ribs, cutting him in half like cutting a watermelon.

(End of this chapter)