Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 213: Temper my sword light and kill your martial arts luck

In the country of Japan, there is a dojo of the Suigetsu Sword Sect.

"Suigetsu Ryu" is a newly rising kendo school that thrives on people.

The leader of the sect, Ishii Kojiro, visited many famous teachers and practiced in many schools when he was young. When he was 30 years old, he observed the shadow of the moon in the water and understood the principles of the change of reality and reality in the way of swordsmanship. He created his own "Water Moon Sword Technique" and founded the sect.

After ten years of development, "Shuiyueliu" has seven true disciples and more than a hundred ordinary disciples. They are so distinguished that they are known as the celebrity sect.

At dusk, the setting sun is like blood, spreading its bleak afterglow on the long stone steps leading to the gate of "Shuiyueliu".

Ma Kongqun, who was dressed in white and still looked like twenty people, climbed up the stairs. His right hand behind his back held a long knife that was the same shape and size as the cicada, but was cut from red sandalwood.

The two heavy wooden doors of the "Suigetsu Ryu" dojo were tightly closed, and there were shouts and the sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind inside.

It seems that everyone in "Suigetsu" is practicing swordsmanship at this moment, and the reason behind closed doors is to prevent others from stealing their lessons.

Ma Kongqun didn't take it seriously and walked straight towards the wooden door.

Just as his body was about to hit the door panel, a piece of the hard and thick door panel suddenly shattered and disintegrated silently, turning into fine sawdust and falling to the ground. A large hole appeared on the door, but the outline of the edge was unclear. It's humanoid.

Ma Kongqun's footsteps didn't pause at all, and his expression didn't change at all, as he walked through the hole as if he were strolling through the garden.

In front of him was a huge courtyard. Hundreds of Japanese warriors were lined up neatly in the garden. They were five feet apart from each other. The seven warriors standing side by side in the front were slashing and stabbing with their swords. Every time a sword was struck, there was a sound. Shouting.

The seven warriors who were leading the people to practice swordsmanship facing the courtyard saw this strange scene, their faces all changed color, and one of them shouted sharply: "Who is coming?"

Ma Kongqun kept walking, but the wooden sword he carried behind his back moved in front of him, resting on his shoulder as if casually.

As he walked forward, he shouted in half-baked Japanese: "Where is Ishii Kojiro? Let him come out to see me!"

"You...you are the 'Snow-clothed Demon Sword' Ma Kongqun!"

Seeing the wooden knife on his shoulder, many people's expressions became even more ugly, and one of them even exclaimed.

They recently heard the news that a man from Ming Dynasty who called himself "Ma Kongqun" came across the sea and challenged famous martial arts masters from all over Japan with a wooden sword.

At first, everyone only thought that this man was a delusional man who did not know whether to live or die. It was not until he used the wooden sword to kill more than a dozen Japanese masters, as well as more than 300 samurai who turned against him after seeing their master defeated and died, that they knew who was coming. Not good.

Because Ma Kongqun's sword skills are beyond the ordinary, he is as terrifying as a demon or a ghost, and he likes to wear white clothes, so people call him the "Snow-Clothed Demon Sword".

The reason why their master, Ishii Kojiro, did not personally instruct them in martial arts today was because he was upset about this matter.

When Ma Kongqun heard this nickname that sounded a little awkward but had been passed around and could not be changed, he shook his head in distress and continued to move forward.

Although there were hundreds of ordinary disciples of "Shui Yue Liu", none of them dared to step forward to stop them. Instead, they automatically gave up a passage like a wave, allowing Ma Kongqun to drive straight in to the eaves.

A man in his forties, wearing a white samurai uniform and wearing two Japanese swords, both long and short, walked out of the house. With a gloomy and stern expression, he stood opposite Ma Kongqun, who finally stopped. He bowed slightly and said, "After all, do you have anything to do with our country?" What hatred, why are we killing our country’s masters one after another?”

Ma Kongqun muttered: "Your various sects and sects in the Japanese country let their disciples mingle with the Japanese pirates that invade our coast, and use the lives of our soldiers and civilians to hone their martial arts skills, but there are enemies and resentments. As the saying goes, 'The pirates can come, and I can go', Now I am just repaying the other person with the same method, using the life of a master from the Qi Kingdom to temper my sword intention and warm up for the duel I have arranged with others in the future!"

He was not familiar with the Japanese language, so he spoke very slowly to ensure that the other party could understand him. Ishii Kojiro's face was ashen and he asked in a deep voice: "If it is to temper the sword, how many people do you plan to kill before you are willing to stop?"

Ma Kongqun said nonchalantly: "We are still far away from the duel period, so we don't need to be in a hurry. We can kill until there are no more people worthy of my sword!"

Ishii Kojiro was shocked in his heart, and then he yelled with an angry look: "Arrogant! Do you think you can kill our country's prosperous martial arts with just one blow?"

Ma Kongqun said leisurely: "If you don't give it a try, how do you know you can't do it? You've talked a lot of nonsense. If you have no other questions, just draw your sword!"

Ishii Kojiro quickly recovered from his turbulent state of mind, and the anger and fear in his eyes instantly calmed down and turned clear. He reached out his hands to his waist, holding the handle of the long sword with his right hand, and the handle of the short sword with his left hand.

Ma Kongqun was still standing loosely two feet away from him, with a wooden knife on his shoulder and a smile on his lips.

There was a clear and loud clang sound, and the long sword was unsheathed, just like a cold moon descending on the world, carrying the boundless cold and bright moonlight and slashing towards Ma Kongqun's neck.

Under the extremely dazzling sword light, the short knife silently wiped Ma Kongqun's lower abdomen.

The moon is high in the sky, leaving a shadow in the water, changing reality and reality, formless and without form. This is the highest secret of the "Shuiyueliu" sword technique.

"Is that all?"

Ma Kongqun shook his head and chuckled. The wooden sword on his shoulder bounced up and slashed straight down in front of him. His moves were ordinary, neither fast nor slow, but miraculously, he struck last, before Kojiro Ishii's two sword attacks, one long and one short, one virtual and one real. , touching the center of his eyebrows.

Ishii Kojiro's offensive suddenly stopped, and he stood frozen on the spot with his two swords attacking together, with a faint knife mark about an inch long appearing between his eyebrows.

Ma Kongqun didn't even look at him, put the wooden knife behind his back, turned around and walked out casually.

"Master!"

Amidst the mournful cries of the "Suigetsu Ryu" disciples, Ishii Kojiro fell on his back and his swords fell to the ground.

The seven true disciples came around and saw that the master had already died of anger. Their eyes immediately turned red: "Let's all go together and kill him to avenge the master!"

Ma Kongqun stopped and looked around at the people who were surrounded by people whose fear was temporarily covered up by grief and anger. They each raised their swords and asked with a smile: "Are you sure this is true?"

In this dojo, the sound of killing suddenly rose and fell silent after a while.

Ma Kongqun still went out from the big hole he had made. His white clothes were neither messy nor stained with a drop of blood. However, seventy or eighty corpses lay scattered in the dojo behind him. All the seven true traditions of "Shui Yue Liu" were there. in.

More than twenty ordinary disciples of "Shui Yue Liu" stood or sat in despair, all of them as silent as cicadas, and their bodies were like sieve chaff.

Ma Kongqun stood at the door and took out a parchment scroll from his arms. When he unfolded it, he found a clear map of the entire Japanese country, with the names of many Japanese martial arts schools and masters densely marked on it.

He took out another charcoal pen and put an "×" mark on the words "Suigetsu Ryu Ishii Kojiro" circled in a circle, and then placed an "×" mark on the recently published words "Housein Onoishi" Draw a circle.

After carefully identifying the direction, he took the map back into his arms and walked towards the sunset, which was barely setting on the horizon.

(End of this chapter)