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Chapter 261 Dongying Swordsman - Kamikaze Slash

On the open space in front of a very simple ancestral hall in Tokyo Island, some young men and women wearing black clothes and black pants holding samurai swords for the time being, under the guidance of a tall and powerful middle-aged man, were training their sword skills in an orderly manner.

An old man in white was sitting upright on a chair inside the ancestral hall, staring at the young man practicing outside with a happy look on his face, and constantly stroking his beard.

This person is named Gangshang Yafu. He is the grandfather of Gangshang Village and is also a famous local swordsman. His sword skills are considered very famous in the local area.

The young people who trained outside were all the warriors in their village and were also his disciples.

As for the man who taught young people to learn sword skills, he was his tenth apprentice, named Yamamoto Keita, a powerful man with five-stage sword skills. He came to teach these young people to practice swords every day.

In addition, in the yard on the other side, there was a young girl in a white kimono in her twenties holding a silver samurai sword in her hands, standing under a tall cherry tree, closing her eyes and concentrating her breath.

She looked beautiful, had beautiful skin, and was as beautiful as snow. She dressed in a white kimono, dressed her like a beautiful actor, but her body exuded a dangerous aura. Even the fallen leaves did not dare to fall on her, but she swirled over her head and fell two feet away from her body.

I saw a circle of fallen leaves around, but there was no one inside.

Her name is Gangshang Xueying, she is the granddaughter of Gangshang Village, the sister of Gangshang Village, and a swordsman.

Suddenly, Xueying on the hill suddenly opened her eyes, and a golden light flashed, while the samurai sword slashed forward like a glance, almost exceeding lightning, and disappeared in an instant.

Five meters away, the breeze rippled, and several leaves were split into two out of thin air and fell down.

Staring at the leaves that were split into neatly halved, Xueying on the Gang Shang still shook her head and sighed: "It's only five, when can it reach seven or even nine pieces, then you're satisfied."

So she continued to close her eyes and concentrate, holding a knife, standing under the cherry tree like a statue.

With every breath, it seemed as if the air in this space was driven by her, and a slight rhythmic tremor occurred.

About a quarter of an hour later, she opened her eyes again, and a golden light flashed. The samurai sword in her hand suddenly slashed forward. A breeze rippled. In the air, several leaves fell slowly, no more or less, just seven leaves.

The incision of each leaf is as smooth as a mirror, but there is a layer of light film that has not been completely cut off, which is a magical axe art.

"It's done."

The snow cherry on the hill smiles like flowers and says warmly to himself.

Suddenly, a scream occurred in the ancestral hall.

Xueying on the hill changed her face, her feet were light, and her whole body was like a swallow. She flew over the high courtyard wall, fell lightly into the floor, and then rushed into the ancestral hall quickly.

But when she saw her grandfather Yafu holding a cell phone in her hand, she looked like she was crying.

The uncle Yamamoto Keita stayed nervously beside his grandfather and cried continuously.

As for those young people who practiced, their eyes were red and they were all very sad.

"Uncle Master, grandpa, what happened?"

Xueying on the Gang was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"Xueying, your brother, a village, he..."

Speaking of this, Yamamoto Keita couldn't continue.

"My brother, what's wrong with him!"

Xueying on the hill looked pale and her chest was pounding wildly.

"He was dead and killed."

Yafu, the Gangshang Yafu, sniffled out these words, collapsed on the chair, closed his eyes in great pain, and turbid eyeballs as big as beans flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, my brother, he, he actually..."

Xueying, the Gangshang suddenly became soft and almost fell to the ground.

She quickly held the door frame, her eyes immediately blurred, and tears fell down like broken pearls.

She hissed, "Is this true?"

"Xueying, this is true. Please mourn me."

Yamamoto Keita said in great pain.

Suddenly, Xueying, the Gang opened her eyes wide, with a golden light shining in her eyes, and she asked sternly: "Who is the murderer?"

"A man named Su Yang, but your brother's friend Lin Dengfeng will kill him and avenge your brother."

Gangshang Yafu said solemnly.

"No, he can't kill Su Yang. I want to cut off Su Yang's head and celebrate my brother's sacrifice."

Xueying on the hill suddenly screamed, and the samurai sword in her hand slashed at a century-old cherry tree.

boom……

But the huge crown of the old cherry tree was cut off by a layer of golden light waves and fell downwards.

The young people who practiced the sword were inexplicably frightened and avoided them one after another. They watched the huge tree canopy fall to the ground, and for a moment, sand and stones flew into the sky.

In response to this, a strange color flashed in Gangshang Yafu's eyes.

Yamamoto Keita looked frightened, and at the same time, he stared at Xueying on the hill in great awe. He bowed his hands and said happily: "Congratulations to Miss Xueying on the Kanyu Slash."

All the other young people bowed their hands and praised Xueying on the hill: "Congratulations to Miss Xueying on the Kanyu Slash."

As the name suggests, the sword body gathers energy like the wind, without any trace, and suddenly cuts out, which is called the god wind, and is also the essence. Once it is touched, it is the unpredictable sword arts of the gods.

Fifty years ago, Gangshang Yafu was also a swordsman who had been famous in Japan for a long time. Later, because he was tired of life in the world, he lived in seclusion here and enjoyed the joy of family.

As for the children, they all work hard in the business society and earn wealth from the enemy country.

Only a pair of grandchildren inherited his martial arts tradition, especially his younger granddaughter, Xueying, who cut his divine wind to the extreme, second only to his top three apprentices, and was almost the same as the fourth apprentice.

On the village of Gangshang is almost the same as the sixth apprentice.

It can be said that the little granddaughter's martial arts talent is much higher than that of the little grandson.

But since this is the case, the strength of Gangshang Village is also in the Dan Condensation Realm, and it is also a top talent among the younger generation.

Unfortunately, such a hero died in a foreign land.

How can this not make Yafu in the Shangshang heartbroken?

"Grandpa, I want to go to China and personally cut off Su Yang's head to commemorate my brother's heroic soul."

Gangshang Xueying turned around and said firmly to Gangshang Yafu.

"No need, there are many powerful people in China, including Long Yin, and the Martial Arts Association. People and foreigners go. If you go, I'm not at ease. I only have you, one grandson, and it's impossible for you to take risks again. Look, they are all back. It's enough for them to go."

Yafu raised his hand and pointed at the road ahead, but saw people coming there, driving, walking, carrying katana swords, and carrying spears. They were all in black clothes and black clothes. Among them, five middle-aged people with the strongest aura came slowly.
Chapter completed!
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