48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng helped to restrain Hanjiro Nakamura, who was the most troubled, and General Manager Okuda quickly caught up with Jin Takasu as a group.

By then, there were only four samurai left beside Jin Takasu, and there were actually quite a few defensive men in Kyoto, but now none of them can be expected, so these four are the last to protect Jin Takasu's armed forces.

The leader of the Changzhou clan warrior said to Makoto Takeuchi, "Takeuchi, the safety of the next adult is yours. ”

Makoto Takeuchi bit his teeth, “There's no way to escape like this. Let's go together. He's already been through a bad war, we don't have to have a chance. ”

The leader shook his head, "The safety of the adult is important. If no one followed him, the sedans must have left the adult to run away. ”

Takeuchi was silent and ultimately could only accept the offer reluctantly.

With him following the sedan, the sedans had to keep lifting the sedan honestly.

But only a few steps away, Takeuchi heard the anger and drunkenness of his companions behind him, and the sound of a weapons collision, knowing that they were in the battle with the new team called Director Okita.

Okuda has completely killed Red Eye tonight. His heart holds the imperative of killing Jin Takasu. All those who dare to stop him are his enemies.

When he saw the other three coming, he did not retreat and quickly greeted him. Instead of losing his fighting power, he hurried a knife in front of the three men and cut them directly into the chest of the middle man. However, the latter clearly knew what Okuda was after. Instead of losing his fighting power, he became more and more courageous.

If the whole human condition is crazy, he can't believe he continues to rush towards Okita with his blade. At the same time, he waves the knife in his hand. He's still scolding. "Shogun, die! ”

And his two companions took the opportunity to attack General Okita together.

Okita's brain was incredibly calm at the moment, and the light in the corner of his eye captured the trajectory of three knives, and then he made an incredibly risky move.

- Release the knife stuck in the enemy's body, step back and dodge the attack, then deceive yourself again, reach out and hold the knife, hurry to pick on the opponent's knife, swing hard.

This time, his strength was sufficient, and the knife not only cut off the target's flesh, but even cut off several sternums with a blood line, although one of the remaining two was also a master, and his nose directly stabbed Okita's calf.

By this time of battle, the technique had become less important than the will and determination of both sides.

The guy with the knife in his chest obviously had only one breath left, but when he fell, he reached down and held Director Okita's leg to create an opportunity for his companions to kill their enemies.

General Okita then gave up his defense and, at the cost of another knife in his left arm, picked him in the other hand and stabbed him in the throat before swinging the knife, then he cut off the head of the guy holding his thigh.

At last, there is only one enemy left.

Director Okita tried harder and set the scene.

At this time, the third person had been completely horrified by his momentum. The hand of the knife was trembling slightly. He was the least experienced in the field among the three, not to mention the battle he had already experienced, not to mention such a harsh scene tonight.

When he saw his companions fall, he was already frightened before the war, and the faith he had been adamant in his heart was a little shaken. Just as he was still hesitating to escape to save his life or to defend the honor of the samurai, the impatient director Okuda had waved his sword to attack first.

As a result, there is no doubt that hesitation is an abomination of wartime.

Managing Director Okita flew his opponent's knife without effort. The process made him feel a little unexpected. Then he continued to wave a second knife, with a scream of "forgiveness” in his ear. However, even the vicious war seemed to have released the demons in Okita's heart.

He could not hear anything at the moment, continued to focus on the last sword, solved the enemy in front of him, then briefly handled the wound on his leg and chased it in the direction of the sedan's departure.

His bloody appearance made passers-by scream along the way, but General Okita ignored the irrelevant guys. There is only one goal in his heart.

Shortly afterwards, Okita caught up with the sedan, but then the sedans suddenly knelt down and begged for forgiveness. Okita provoked the curtain with a knife tip, and found that there was no one in it. Likewise, the Samurai of the Changzhou clan by the sedan disappeared.

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At the other end of the street, the battle between Hanjiro Zhang and Nakamura also entered the white heat phase.

In order to consume the enemy more effectively, Hanjiro Nakamura actually changed his previous brave and refined style of fighting to a defensive stance, but his angle and timing of knife is still very skillful, forcing Zhang Heng to move more.

The two men walked in and out of the street, attacked and defended, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Compared to the first war in Okita over there, it is obvious that the communication is much more elegant. It seems to be a gentleman's wind that neither of us has been injured for so long. However, only those who really know how to walk can see that this war is far more dangerous than the one next to it.

The strength of the two is not much different, which means that the battle will be broken down into smaller pieces, with more emphasis on the handling of details.

Because winning or losing is most likely between millimeters.

So far, Hanjiro Nakamura has undoubtedly been a better player, with both speed and power occupying one side, and counting as even-splitting autumn colors, while Hanjiro Nakamura, who possesses one of the five swords in the world, has clearly taken the lead in weapons.

In fact, Zhang Heng's knife is now full of holes, I don't know how long it will last.

The scale of the fighting will then tilt towards Hanjiro Nakamura's side.

Zhang Heng also seemed to realize this, but instead of changing the way he fought, he stepped up his offense again. Finally, the knife on his hand could no longer withstand the heavy and continuous wounds. The top third position was constantly cut off by a number of pearls, the blade slanted out and inserted on the door tablet of a teahouse next to him.

Hanjiro Nakamura's expressionless face finally flashed with joy.

In his view, there was such a large shortage of weapons in his hands that any genre would certainly be affected.

Zhang Heng's way of fighting had certainly changed since then, but it had changed from being first class in two days to a genre he had never seen before, and there was no fixed number of chapel roads. It seemed to be just an opportunity to move, and deviating from each knife made him feel extremely dangerous.

“I've seen your cash flow. Next, it's your turn to see my Annie flow.” The man across the street spoke to Hanjiro Nakamura.