I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

Amidst the fiercely swirling snowflakes and thin mist, two figures, one large and one small, launched relentless, raging attacks on each other.

People and knives raced against each other, drawing long and short arcs and emitting a dazzling silver light.

The short, sharp roars, mixed with the sounds of blades clashing violently, gave a profound sense of the intense conflict and duel taking place within the thin mist.

Just then, Qingdeng's left eye finally regained its sight.

He blinked hard to make sure his vision was clear, then quietly looked up and gazed thoughtfully at the village.

Suddenly, he let out a cold snort, and then took advantage of the gap to pass by Makimura. In the instant that his figure passed by Makimura, he suddenly lowered his waist and plowed the ground with both feet, just like Makimura had done before.

One fog had barely cleared when another arose.

The snow fog that Mucun had created hadn't even completely dissipated when Qingdeng created a new snow fog.

Almost at the same time that the courtyard was once again enveloped by an even thicker fog, Qing Deng stepped back and disappeared into the fog.

This time, the sudden obstruction of the village's view made the village uneasy.

However, just like Qingdeng, he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.

He concluded that Qing Deng was probably trying to imitate him and launch a surprise attack under the cover of the fog.

In fact, it was just as he had predicted.

However... the timing and method of Qing Deng's surprise attack far exceeded his expectations.

"Ok?"

Just as Mucun was about to look around for Qingdeng's figure... the "target" showed up on its own.

Qingdeng was standing to Mucun's left. The Dingguishen sword in his hand had somehow returned to its sheath at his waist.

At this moment, Qing Deng held the sheath with his left hand, his right arm hanging loosely, his feet firmly planted, and his waist lowered.

Seeing Qingdeng's posture, Mucun's pupils immediately shrank to the size of pinholes.

This setup... he's all too familiar with it!

This is his old friend's unique skill.

This is the move his old friend used to chop down many incredible things!

In an instant... Qing Deng made his move!

With a twist of his waist, a step and a crouch, he opened the scabbard—and the world went dark!

A silver-white sword light flew out from Qing Deng's waist and shot into the sky from below!

Sword Drawing Technique... Flowing Light!

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The author finished reading "The Journey of Bell Sprout" last night.

Well... I only have two thoughts about this movie—

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1. It's great to be handsome. As long as you're handsome, beautiful girls will fall in love with you at first sight and be willing to do anything for you.

2. Before watching the film, based on my understanding of Makoto Shinkai, I guessed that "Suzume's Journey" would definitely be full of close-ups of the female lead's feet.

Finally... just as expected! Makoto Shinkai, as expected of you! You managed to come up with so many different designs on the heroine's feet!

First, it's leather shoes and black socks; then leather shoes and white socks; then one shoe falls off, leaving only one foot wearing a shoe and the other foot only able to touch the ground with a white sock; then the other shoe also falls off, leaving both feet only able to touch the ground with white socks; in the middle, a close-up shot is added of the female lead washing blood off her feet while taking a bath; finally, it's black socks and men's ankle boots...

In addition, there are close-up shots of the female lead wading through water wearing black socks and leather shoes, and of her stepping on the male lead, who has turned into a stool, while wearing white socks...

How could Makoto Shinkai be so knowledgeable in these areas?

I don't believe that the patterns on the female lead's feet were not intentionally done by Makoto Shinkai, otherwise why would there be so many shots of them?

Chapter 355 Copying the "Eternal Talent": [Dragon of Reversal]! [6800]

The principle behind the sword-drawing technique is to use the curvature of the samurai sword to create an instantaneous burst of power. Its force and speed are greater than swinging the sword directly in the air, so as to hit the enemy first and aim to kill them with one blow.

Therefore, you cannot use the drawing technique by using the back of the blade... that is, by holding the sword in reverse.

So, at the same instant he sheathed the Ding Guishen, Qing Deng turned the Ding Guishen, scabbard and all, half a circle, and changed to gripping the blade properly.

Of course, since he was holding the blade upright, he couldn't aim at Makimura's body to strike.

Qing Deng knew all too well how powerful the Flowing Light was.

It is, and likely will be, my most powerful move for a long time to come.

If the beam of light had struck Makimura's body directly... even if it hadn't split Makimura in two on the spot, it would certainly have left only a few pieces of skin and flesh connected.

Aoto's goal was clear: the greatsword in Makimura's hand!

Ideally, the sword could be knocked away directly. If that's not possible, at the very least, the sword should be deflected to create enough opening for Aoto to attack.

Like a broken bowstring suddenly snapping open, the Ding Guishen, as brilliant as the sun in the sky, blocked out all other light, as if in this small space, only the knife in Qing Deng's hand still shone brightly.

As Kiryu's old friend, Makimura knew all too well the power of the Stream of Light.

Faced with this flash of light that tore through the air and hurtled towards him at an incredible speed... Makimura made a decision in an instant: there was no time to dodge! He could only fight back with his strength!

"Drink it! Aaaaaaaah!"

Before Aoto's Soul-Slaying Technique could reach its maximum speed, Makimura swiftly swung his greatsword, letting out a powerful roar.

With a flash of white blades... the two "monsters" collided heavily in mid-air.

Sparks exploded! The blade trembled!

At the very moment his weapons clashed with Makimura's, Aoto felt as if a mountain was collapsing towards him.

The immense force struck his body... and the same was true for Makimura.

Whoever can't hold on, whoever runs out of strength, will suffer a crushing defeat—that's the simple duel that Qing Deng and Makimura are currently engaged in.

There were no ingenious strategies or fancy techniques; it was all about brute force.

Through bone conduction, Qingdeng heard his teeth making a "squeaking" sound—the sound he made by clenching his teeth too hard.

His feet kicked out two large furrows in the snow.

Abdominal muscles, back muscles, leg muscles, arm muscles... In short, most of the muscles in my body are currently in a tense state.

“Elephant Core +1”, “Bear Waist +1”, “Tiger Arm +1”... All of these entries in Oli’s talent list are shining brightly.

In this all-out "power vs. power" duel, Qing Deng, who possessed numerous cheat-like talents and had the advantage of age, ultimately gained a slight edge.

Makimura's greatsword was gradually pushed back, and finally—with a "clang," Makimura's greatsword was deflected!

In terms of victory or defeat, Qingdeng emerged victorious in this clash of forces, but the outcome... was not what Qingdeng had hoped for.

After all, Aoto only had a slight advantage and did not pose an overwhelming threat to Makimura.

Therefore, although Makimura's greatsword was deflected, it did not deviate too far from the "center line".

The so-called "center line" is a term used in Japanese swordsmanship.

In a narrow sense, it refers to the body's axis of symmetry.

Occupying the center line makes it easier to block slashes from both sides, and also gives you an advantage in thrusting attacks.

Therefore, seizing the center line is very important in sword fighting.

In short, Makimura's current situation is that he has not shown any weakness that would allow Qingdeng to launch a "decisive attack".

Makimura's lower body remained stable, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and his massive body stood tall on the earth like a mountain.

—Never mind! Let's try it out first!

With a determined heart, Qing Deng turned the Ding Gui Shen sword back to face the enemy, suddenly lowered his body, gathered his strength, and quickly launched an attack, slashing fiercely from bottom to top.

This strike was executed in one fluid motion... but what's the point of a strike that misses its target?

At the very moment that Qing Deng forcefully attacked, attempting to finish off Makimura... Makimura displayed an agility that was completely disproportionate to his enormous size.

He first tried to create as much distance as possible from Qingdeng, shifting his body half a step to the side. Then, using brute force, he pulled the greatsword back to the "inevitable path" of the spirit-suppressing technique, barely managing to block Qingdeng's attack.

Despite his awkward movements and postures, Makimura did manage to prevent the match from ending abruptly.

Although he was unwilling, Qingdeng did not let greed overwhelm his reason.

He knew that if he forced himself to attack again, his physical posture would definitely become chaotic.

At that time, he will face the risk of being killed by Makimura.

What to do now... is obvious!

Qingdeng suppressed his greed and, taking advantage of the momentum from his thrusting sword, stepped forward and behind Mucun.

Makimura was also eager to regroup, so he made the same decision as Aoto—to create distance and plan for the future.

The two passed each other peacefully.

Qingdeng ran several steps before stopping, turned around with his sword in hand, only to find Mucun quiet.

Makimura did not immediately turn around and face Aoto again.

Instead, he just stood there with his back to Qingdeng...

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Makimura's shoulders rose and fell slightly.

Even from a distance of more than seven steps, Qingdeng could still clearly hear Mucun's heavy breathing.