I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Fortunately, Ooka Hongye added a sentence in time.

"Well, considering that I brought the sword out without permission, and that Sera-kun used it to protect me, I won't be held responsible even if it's damaged in battle."

"That's okay."

hiss--

On this side, Serabelle and Ooka Momiji were chatting happily with each other, but for Nishijo Taiga on the other side, it was a different feeling.

You have to know that this is a solemn warrior battle, but not only is it not serious at all, there is also a segment where a beauty presents a sword to her.

If you keep going on like this, why don't you just stop fighting and go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for marriage. How about using the knife as a token of your love?

Of course it’s not good!!!

"You guys...seem to be doing it with ease."

Nishijo Taiga almost said these words from his back teeth.

As he said this, the boy who was still pulling back and forth with Ooka Momiji the last second suddenly stopped talking, turned to look towards the main hall, and tilted his head as if he was confused.

“Excuse me, am I in crisis now?”

! ? ?

Too arrogant...

Serabelle's last words completely detonated the powder keg in Nishijo Taiga's heart. He swung the samurai sword in his hand with all his might, almost breaking his defense, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Stop talking nonsense! Come on!"

"Yes!"*N

As the saying goes, a large number of ants can kill an elephant, but the prerequisite is that there are enough ants.

But the number of these Yaksha warriors present obviously does not reach the level of the ant sea tactics, and Serabelle is not an elephant who will just stand there stupidly waiting to be drowned by the ant sea.

He held the sword in both hands and danced with the two swords. His whole body was almost hidden in the sword light. The dark red blood and the shrill screams that splashed between the swords were like the most unpretentious salute to this fight.

In less than three breaths, the fate of more than a dozen Yaksha warriors in the temple was - all killed.

The Yulong Temple, which was originally filled with deafening cries of killing, suddenly became quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood in the brazier.

The firelight shone from all around, and Serabelle stood quietly on the ground with her hands raised, right in the middle of the bodies of a dozen Yaksha warriors lying on the ground.

Warm blood oozed out from between the boy's fingers, flowed along the handle, over the guard, and onto the blade, merging with the remaining blood on it and continuing to flow down to the tip of the blade before dripping onto the ground.

He was not hit by a knife, but was bleeding because the wound from yesterday had opened again during the fierce battle.

Nishijo Taiga noticed this keenly, and the shock on his face flashed again and again, finally turning into a hideous and twisted smile.

"It should be painful, but it's true. Yesterday, an arrow pierced the palm of your hand and cut a deep blood groove. It's good that your hand is not disabled. But don't worry, I will make you die quickly..."

He didn't say a word as he watched the changes in the boy's expression.

But what made Nishijo Taiga feel depressed was that Serabelle did not show any emotion from beginning to end.

"Are you done? If you're late, then the foreshadowing ends here, and it's time to get down to business."

"For me, when I dodge, I have to think that you can't hit me. When I protect others, I have to think that I won't let you die. When I attack, I have to hit hard. That's all."

Chapter 432: Mrs. Jinghua A-ed (Physical)

The fighting inside Yulong Temple has already begun. At the same time, in the dark forest outside Yulong Temple, an encirclement consisting of fully armed bodyguards has quietly formed.

Each of them had bulletproof plates inserted inside their suits, and their waists were bulging.

"Report, Group A is in place."

"Report, Group B is in place."

"Report, Group C is in place."

"Report, Group D..."

After listening to the seven reports, Iori Wuwo, as the captain leading a team alone, exhaled a puff of white mist silently in the twilight.

A total of eight teams corresponded to eight directions, surrounding the temple located deep in the mountains tightly.

He picked up the intercom and said, "Received. Team H is also in place. This operation concerns the safety of the young lady. Do not disconnect the call. Keep in touch at all times. Pay attention to the signals sent by the young lady. If there is any emergency, report it at any time."

After the words were spoken, there was no response from the call.

No need to answer.

As the granddaughter of the former Prime Minister of Japan, all members of this bodyguard team are elite soldiers who retired from the Self-Defense Forces, and Iori Mushiro was once a sub-ace investigator of the Japanese National Police Agency.

No one would chat happily in the voice channel during such a serious operation. This is the most basic professional quality.

However, at this moment, Iori Muga suddenly heard a series of slight noises coming from the intercom.

It was like a walkie-talkie accidentally fell on a mountain road and rolled several times, but then the sound disappeared.

I guess someone accidentally dropped the walkie-talkie...

After waiting for a while and not hearing any emergency reports from his subordinates, Iori Muya felt a little relieved.

The scene returns to Yulong Temple——

In order to avoid being discovered by Serabelle, the bodyguard team led by Iori Muga followed the orders of Ooka Momiji and ambushed at a location slightly away from the temple. Naturally, they could not see the situation inside the temple.

So they didn't know that the battle situation in Yulong Temple was actually... one-sided.

Clang!

The two men faced each other with their swords and knives. In an instant, brilliant and dazzling sparks exploded and flew between the two men fighting, illuminating each other's faces.

Nishijo Taiga took two steps back, while Serabelle took one step forward.

In fact, if we ignore the physical consumption and only talk about the injuries, there is no doubt that Serabel is more seriously injured. The wound on the palm of his right hand cracked a little bit with every swing of the sword, and the blood that flowed from him alone was enough to dye the entire demon sword Muramasa red.

In comparison, although Nishijo Taiga was being chased and hacked all the way and could only block continuously, becoming increasingly embarrassed, he indeed had not suffered any injury so far.

But that's it.

clang!

As Serabelle swung down with her sword again, Nishijo Taiga was forced to raise his katana to block.

At the moment when the metal clashed, he clearly felt his entire left arm go numb.

This is a situation that should not have happened. Normally speaking, if a normal person had a wound like that on the palm of his hand, it would be very inconvenient for him to hold things in his daily life, let alone chop with a knife.

However, Seravel seemed to be completely unaware of the pain and used her injured right hand in a manner almost like a berserker.

Slash, chop, and swing again... Each blow was struck with all his strength, as if to cut the enemy in front of him in half, sword and body.

The evidence is that the small sword in Saijo Taiga's left hand that he used for blocking was already covered with cracks.

On the other hand, due to the superior equipment, the two swords in Serabelle's hands are still as bright as new even after the battle.

No, if this continues... I'll be killed!

A feeling of fear rose in Xi Tiaohe's heart. He glanced slightly to the side and inadvertently glanced at the body of his disciple who was lying in a pool of blood at his feet and was gradually getting cold. A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes unconsciously.

It is true that he is taking advantage of these disciples, but they are still his disciples after all. How could he really say that he has no feelings for them at all?

But this little bit of emotion is too insignificant compared to the obsessive ideal of inheriting and promoting the righteousness of the classics.

Ding!

A chilling light that caused pain in one's brow flashed from top to bottom, but this time there was no more explosive flames suddenly appearing in the air.

Only a small half of the broken blade rose into the sky.

This small sword, whose workmanship and materials were far inferior to those of Nishijo Taiga's main sword, Muramasa, finally reached the limit of its durability and was easily cut off by Serabelle with one strike.

Lost...

The broken blade flew backwards and brushed past Xijo Taiga's shoulder, bringing up a trace of blood, but he surprisingly did not feel too much resentment.

Perhaps he realized during the battle that his defeat was inevitable, or perhaps he had already found a way to escape after the defeat.

Nishijo Taiga threw aside the damaged kodachi with only half of the blade left in his hand, and thrust the katana in his main hand into the ground with his backhand.

He actually knelt down on one knee.

"It's me... I lost, I'm sorry... Please don't kill me..."

?

Anyone who sees this scene will slowly have a question mark in their mind. They were clearly shouting and yelling for war in the last second, but in the next second they knelt down and begged for mercy when they saw they were about to lose.

Can you have some courage as a warrior?

If this happens in a Japanese period TV drama set in the Edo period, the protagonist would usually look down on the other person with disgust, upholding the dignity of a samurai, and turn around to say that such a rat is not worth getting his hands dirty with.

Then the villain ended up attacking him from behind.

However, Serabel was not a samurai, so he did not follow the spirit of Bushido and just said it lightly.

"What does fighting look like in your opinion?"

"what?"

Nishijo Taiga was stunned for a moment and didn't understand for a moment.

What is combat like?

Serabelle stared at him expressionlessly. "It's not a complicated question. I'm just talking about the facts. Do you think fighting is interesting? Or exciting? Or something else?"

"This... should be considered exciting."

Although he was very reluctant, the situation was stronger than he was, so Nishijo Daihe had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer the interviewer's questions honestly, just like a candidate taking the civil service exam.

"Because fighting sharpens one's skills..."

"Sorry, wrong answer."

Serabelle's still indifferent voice interrupted him.

"Fighting is scary, because if you lose, there won't be a next time. Goodbye."

Eh?

Saijo Taiga was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, the young man flashed forward as if teleporting, and swung his knife out, turning it into a thin silver line that slashed across the throat of the former.

The head flew up into the sky, and hot blood spurted out wildly.

Serabelle is a man of his word. If he says he will kill everyone, then he will kill them all.

"Thank you for lending me your knife, Ms. Ooka..."

After completing the last target, just as Serabel turned around and prepared to thank the Kyoto girl, he was shocked without any warning, just like a tiger leisurely walking in the forest suddenly tensed all its muscles.

A chilling murderous intent descended from the sky.

When Serabelle looked up, a figure wearing a blood-stained Yaksha mask appeared at the top of the main hall of Yulong Temple and jumped down from the sky. The huge and bright moon behind her served as the background, outlining the plump and mature curves of the woman, which could be clearly identified even through the layers of kimonos.

However, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

There are actually experts? !

Chapter 433 Hattori Shizuka: You came at the wrong time, son.

The opponent is very strong!

After just one encounter, Serabelle came to the conclusion in her heart.

That graceful figure was like a swooping black swallow, leaping down from the top of the main hall of Yulong Temple under the night sky, and the long sword in her hand swung out, tearing through the air like the scythe of the god of death.

Then it arrived in an instant.

Serabelle raised the knife with one hand to block, and the moment the blades collided, his whole body sank suddenly.

So... heavy!

Feeling the force coming from the handle of the knife in his hand, the boy's pupils contracted slightly.

It is true that Serabelle's strength is enough to crush an ordinary adult, but it is still far from the level of Zoro in the later period of One Piece who exercises his body by carrying two mountains on a daily basis.

But the kimono-clad female Yaksha wielding a sword in front of him clearly gave him a feeling of oppression as if he was hit on the head by a huge rock rolling down from the top of a mountain.