I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

The next moment, all the arrows grazed past him, flying away into the distance.

Ogata, standing beside him, made a similar movement, twisting his body and dodging arrows effortlessly. His movements were as light as a piece of paper in the wind.

Someone actually managed to dodge the arrows... The "Red Turban People" who witnessed this scene were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape enough to fit a huge fist.

Even in Edo and Kyoto, where strongmen gathered, "dodging arrows with one's bare hands" was an unparalleled skill, let alone in the sparsely populated and isolated Ezo region.

In that instant, Aoto and Ogata closed the distance between them, truly penetrating into the deepest part of the battlefield.

Because of the urgency of the situation, the two did not have time to hold a "strategy meeting".

However, for swordsmen of their caliber, many things don't need to be said; a single glance is enough to understand the other's intentions.

Aoto and Ogata exchanged a glance, then turned around and ran in different directions, one to the left and the other to the right, splitting up and rushing towards different enemy groups!

Qingdeng's first target was a "Red Turban Man" wielding a spear.

"The man with the spear and red scarf"... Since he was Qingdeng's first target, let's call him "the first person".

But Qingdeng moved with ghostly speed, and in a matter of seconds he pounced on the "number one person".

Seeing Qing Deng attack, "Number 1" narrowed his pupils to pinpoints, his face filled with horror, and instinctively thrust his spear to stab.

Ka!

There was no dull thud of a sharp weapon entering flesh; instead, there was the clanging sound of hard objects colliding.

Qingdeng used the thick back of his blade to deflect the spearhead, then adjusted the direction of the blade so that it was close to the spear shaft, and slashed at "the first person" as if sliding down.

laugh!

With his central gate wide open, the "first person" couldn't even struggle in his death throes and could only watch helplessly as Vairocana's blade sliced ​​through his chest.

The "first person" supported his lifeless body with his two legs, staggered two steps, then lost his footing and crashed into the door next to him, falling into the house along with the door.

Before the "first person" had even fallen, Qingdeng had already turned to the left and rushed towards the "second person"—who was wielding a bow and arrow.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

He yelled to boost his morale, pulling the bowstring one arrow after another.

Qing Deng didn't even bother to dodge. He simply swung his blade, drawing arcs in the air. Wherever the blade struck, arrow shafts snapped and arrowheads flew off.

As Qingdeng rapidly approached, the cry of "the second person" gradually turned into one of terror.

He put down his bow and arrows and turned to flee... but it was too late.

In an instant, his vision was filled with the pale blue haori billowing high in the air—

call out!

A purplish-black blade of light swept diagonally across.

The strange cry of "the second person" turned into a muffled groan squeezed out from deep in his throat.

Qingdeng didn't even glance at the dying "second person," and turned to look for his next target.

This was his first battle in nearly three months.

After slaying two people, his mind and body had been completely switched to "battle mode," and his offensive became increasingly fierce!

"The third person," "The fourth person," "The fifth person"... He dashed, leaped, and slashed across the battlefield like a butterfly flitting among flowers!

However, the "flowers" he was weaving through were actually vibrant "flowers of blood"!

While fiercely slaying the "Red Scarf Men," Qing Deng didn't forget to spare a glance to observe Ogata's battle not far away.

He knew very well that Ogata, with his incredible combat power, could not possibly lose to an enemy of this caliber, but he still couldn't help but glance sideways to see how the "Eternal Sword Saint" fought.

The real combat of the "Eternal Sword Saint" is not something you can just watch whenever you want!

As it turns out, Ogata's strength was indeed unfathomable and astonishing.

Ogata's fighting style... in short, exudes an eerie elegance!

If you have an overhead view, you can see it even more clearly.

Seven "Red Scarf Men" surrounded Ogata in a fan-shaped formation, attempting to launch a pincer attack.

Despite having a huge numerical advantage, the former hesitated and appeared awkward, neither daring to advance nor willing to retreat.

With his sword at his side, Ogata remained calm, his steps quick yet steady as he boldly plunged into the depths of the encirclement, completely disregarding the enemy's numbers and formation.

The "Red Turban Man" behind him mustered his courage, gritted his teeth, and raised his bow to shoot.

However, before he could even fire his arrow, Ogata's blade was already at his face.

Without even turning his head, Ogata swung his blade backward, turning the cold blade into a blood-red one. Then, due to the extremely fast slashing speed, all the bloodstains remaining on the blade were flung off, and it returned to the mirror-like silver-white cold blade.

The opponent's dawdling and reluctance to attack completely exhausted Ogata's patience.

He stopped being lukewarm and began to launch an offensive!

call out!call out!call out!

His right arm seemed to be connected to the Great Buddha, its tendrils trailing afterimages and cutting through the air.

With every step he took, a corpse would inevitably appear at his feet.

No matter who the attackers are or what weapons they use, Ogata's only approach is to chop them down! Chop them down one by one, chop them down two by two!

In no time, the encirclement around him collapsed, and the dead and wounded were almost all killed, leaving only the person directly in front of him alive.

Witnessing Ogata's fierce and ruthless appearance, the opponent completely lost his will to fight, even abandoning his weapon and throwing away the spear in his hand, attempting to escape.

However, before he could even turn around, his head flew into the air.

Qingdeng wanted to take a few more glances.

Unfortunately... the battle before us is not over yet.

Whoosh!

This time he didn't see arrows, but heard the sound of wind cutting through them.

Qingdeng turned to the side again, dodging the arrow that came from behind him. He then turned his head to look for the shooter's position in the direction the arrow had come from.

The opponent... or rather, the "seventh person," stood atop a tall thatched hut, continuously firing at him and Ogata.

Although neither of them is afraid of this sniper, having a ranged shooter constantly harassing you is always annoying.

Running there like that would take too much time.

So, Aoto glanced at Ogata, who was not far away—

"Mr. Ogata! Please keep this safe for me!"

Having said that, he forcefully threw out the Vairocana in his hand.

Vairocana spun in mid-air, tracing an arc, and landed precisely on Ogata's head.

Seeing the black sword descend from the sky, Ogata raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Surprised as he was, he didn't slow down at all. He quickly freed his left hand, raised it above his head, and steadily caught the hilt of Vairocana's sword.

In the instant after throwing the knife, Qing Deng swiftly bent down and picked up the hunting bow and quiver left behind by the dead man at his feet.

"It's been a long time since I used it." Qing Deng chuckled to himself.

When was the last time I used a bow and arrow?

As he reminisced about the past, he skillfully and fluidly nocked an arrow and drew his bow.

"Insight +4" helps to control the spacing.

"Nine Oxen and Two Tigers +4" and "Tiger's Arm +6" tighten the bowstring.

"Exceptional Bow Talent" refers to adjusting the direction of the arrow. (83 times the archery talent of an average person)

Because the force used to draw the bow was too great, the bow made a "creaking" sound, as if it would crack or break at any moment!

The next moment, the force accumulated between Qingdeng's arms suddenly burst forth!

Whoosh!!

The same bow and the same arrow, yet Qingdeng managed to produce completely different results!

If the arrows shot by the "Red Turban People" were ordinary cannonballs, then the arrows shot by Qingdeng were guided missiles!

Terrifying force represents terrifying speed.

The arrow pierced straight through the air, like lightning tearing through the sky. The "seventh person" didn't even have time to react before it pierced his forehead.

In the era of cold weapons, bows and arrows were truly deadly weapons, accounting for nearly 70% of deaths and injuries on the battlefield.

Qingdeng was too lazy to put down his hunting bow, so he continued to hold the bow and activated "ranged attack mode".

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

His right hand moved swiftly back and forth between the bow and the quiver.

From the moment the arrow is nocked to the moment it is released, the entire process takes no more than half a second.

Not only is its rate of fire astonishing, but its accuracy is equally impressive!

His method of attacking the enemy was a true "targeted killing".

Any target that appears within his field of vision, as long as it dares to show its head, will be shot in the head! One arrow, one kill, without exception!

From a certain perspective, compared to Qing Deng's superb swordsmanship, his archery skills made the "Red Turban People" feel more grief and despair.

Archery is the Ainu people's livelihood and their pride.

However, the man before them was even more skilled in archery than they were!

How could the "Red Turban People," who loathe and hate people, tolerate this?

At the same time, Ogata looked down at the two katana in his hand, a teasing smile appearing on his face.

"Two katana... I'm really not used to it."

His preferred two-sword style was "a wakizashi in the left hand and a katana in the right," and he rarely used two katanas in combat.

“Very well, the opportunity to wield the black blade doesn’t come often. Vairocana, my old friend, lend me your power for now.”

As he spoke, he lightly tapped his forehead with the back of the Vairocana sword. The black blade vibrated slightly, emitting a crisp clang, as if responding to Ogata's invitation.

In the next instant, Ogata spread his arms wide, and the two swords in his palms opened to the left and right like wings, with the black-purple and silver-white sword lights reflecting each other!