48 Hours a Day

Almost 20 days after Zhang Heng entered the replica, he challenged many home dojos and learned many genres. He could switch different knives according to different occasions, but at the most dangerous times, people would still choose to return to their instincts.

Zhang Heng's instinct is to rely on countless blood warfare sharpened knives when he was a pirate for 10 years. The so-called Annie Stream, in fact, is that there is no genre, relying solely on combat instinct and experience.

Hanjiro Nakamura was directly affixed to Hanjiro Zhang after the knife was broken in his hand, and he proactively drew the distance between the two sides, making the fighting even more dangerous, while also testing the speed of the reaction of both sides.

And the speed of reaction is Zhang Heng's strong point. He has experienced more battles than Hanjiro Nakamura, how to wave swords. No one can beat him in the turmoil to capture the chances of turning momentarily. This is also Zhang Heng's biggest dependence, opposite Hanjiro Nakamura, his age is 15 years older than Zhang Hengdae, the knife method exercise is not necessarily worse than Zhang Hengbao, and his strength is stronger, but the speed of reaction is still diminishing with natural law.

However, at this life-threatening moment, he remained calm. Since he could not keep his grip, he stopped observing it and turned back into the offensive. He was attacking the idea that it was necessary to save him. He also began to consciously look for the opportunity to fight the sword and take advantage of the constant advantages of the Numerous Pearls, while waiting patiently for the time to pull the distance again.

Both are trying to live up to their strengths while looking for weaknesses in each other.

Hanjiro Nakamura is arguably the most powerful expert Zhang Heng has ever encountered in this copy, so this war is also the best one for him.

Neither of them has been able to take advantage of much for the time being.

But with the passage of time, Zhang Heng became more familiar with Hanjiro Nakamura's knife method. The latter's knife routine and routine were all a little more clearly touched by Zhang Heng. In contrast, Hanjiro Nakamura had just adapted to first-class methods of warfare for two days. Zhang Heng switched his eyes to a new genre, and this time his knife method became more difficult to grasp. He even left the scope of Japanese knife method. Hanjiro Nakamura's mind was lost.

At this time, Zhang Heng also finally blew the counter-attack horn. The right hand knife made constant contact with Numero Pearl Maru, blocking Hanjiro Nakamura's slaughter, while the left hand rib difference stabbed Hanjiro Nakamura's lower rib.

Hanjiro Nakamura realized that he was in danger. Instead of constantly pressing down again, Nu Zhumaru withdrew decisively, slashing Zhang Heng's left wrist, and still attacking him was necessary to save him. However, in the process, he knew it was bad. Zhang Hengzhi's knife to his lower rib was only a fictitious move, and seemed to have guessed his way of coping a long time ago. He waited for the knife to be there, while the knife of his right hand swung.

Hanjiro Nakamura retreated with a single blow, but he was still a little late.

The two finally pulled apart again, yet Hanjiro Nakamura's right hand was bleeding directly, while two severed fingers were also cut off on the ground.

Zhang Hengchi was a short-term successive change of tactic, bullying Hanjiro Nakamura to react less quickly than he did, and he was also intentionally luring Hanjiro Nakamura to make the previous routine, finally returning a rich reward.

With only three fingers left, Hanjiro Nakamura replaced Shizumaru with his left hand.

But his left hand is definitely not as good as his right hand, and there's nothing wrong with dealing with ordinary battles, but now in such a masterful battle of spelling details, he's lost.

Looking at the broken finger on the ground, Hanjiro Nakamura finally had a look on his face.

Yet it is not despair, nor fear, but more like relief.

He said, with a low voice, "The grace of Lord Xixiang's encounter has finally come to an end today, unfortunately… I can't see the new era you promised.” After he lifted the number of pearls in his hand constantly, he nodded to Zhang Heng, "Come on, it's better to die on your hands than to die on other fools. ”

“As Your Excellency wishes.” Zhang Heng was also polite to hear the words, and once again gripped the double knife in his hand.

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President Okita knew that he had been deceived when he opened the curtain, but he was not too anxious. Jinzhou Takasu was in a terrible condition and probably could not walk on his own. This group of people would only risk exposing the sedan, and the other party now has only one person left, and he has to carry Jinzhou Takasu on his back. He is not comfortable walking at all.

Director Okita recalled the forks he had encountered along the way and turned around to rush back, and he soon discovered something new, and at one of the intersections he saw a fresh bloodstain, which also seemed to prove from the side that Jin Takasu was not doing well right now.

General Okita did not hesitate and immediately followed the blood trail.

He has left the Gion Garden, not far away is the residence of the Huizu clan, the Huizu clan belongs to the Shogun faction, it is unlikely to come to Jinzhou Takasu to run to them, but there is also a house on the other side of the street of the Yunzhou clan, many people of the Yunzhou clan are closer to the downfall forces.

Although the forces of the new selection team in Kyoto were not large enough to break into the samurai house, this was it, and Director Okuda would never let go of Jin Takasu's work again, so he chose to go directly over the wall.

A knife attacked him as soon as he landed. Good thing General Okita was already preparing for the enemy's sneak attack. The letter blocked the other party's attack.

He also saw each other's faces through the moonlight. He was a young samurai of his age. He was the last person to accompany Jin Takasu. He saw that the attack was unsuccessful and the other party didn't give a shit. He continued to bury his head and attack, trying to make the seized opportunity an advantage.

In peace of mind, his knife skills are good among his peers, but he can't compare with General Okuda's talent. In Okuda, he can probably beat each other in less than ten moves. However, he is now losing too much energy and has wounds all over him.

Therefore, winning the battle cost him some of his hands and feet. General Okita had to make his best flat-eyed eyes, eventually stabbed each other in the throat with a knife. He saw blood gushing out of the mouth of the young samurai, and General Okita finally felt a little tired.

But luckily, tonight's battle is over. All you have to do is find Jin Takasu hidden in the house and take a knife in his chest, and he'll die faking his death.

Director Okita doesn't really like killing much, but in this era, every man is forced to make choices.

Okita was lazy, he was just the closest of the new team leader Yoshiki Kondo, followed Yoshi Kondo from his hometown to Kyoto. The latter wanted to do a big career and eventually chose the shogun, so he naturally followed along to become the so-called shogun walking dog in the downfall sect.

In recent times, however, Okita's mind has not been at work at all.

After the last enemy was resolved, his mind drifted elsewhere.

Real headaches... how do I get to see Miss Night again?

Okita has been worried about this. Although it was a pleasure to talk to the two of them for the first time, he forgot to ask each other's address. After that, although he “ran into each other” several times, he still failed to muster courage and sometimes even dared to look at each other from afar.

He also went to ask the group about the most intelligent and resourceful land, and the latter said to him, "Woman, just be tough, go talk to his father directly, it doesn't matter what she means. ”

Okita scratched his ear, he didn't know what was wrong with doing it, but he always felt bad. He probably felt unconsciously that he didn't want to be hated by Miss Xiao Night.

But the next moment, he heard the bucket fall on the floor.

Are there... enemies?

Okita turned sharply with a knife, but what he saw was a face he had been dreaming about.

Only this time there was no more innocent and cured smile on that face, instead of endless fear.

What's she afraid of?

Oh, it's me, it's me now covered in blood like a ghost. Okitashin thought, and apologized in his heart, "I'm sorry, Miss Night, but before I could introduce myself, you saw my ugliest side. ”