“Go ahead, it’s time to verify the effectiveness of this weapon!”

Emiya Shirou commanded Miyamoto Musashi without any burden.

It’s not about anything else, the main thing is that he can completely cover the loss. Even if Miyamoto Musashi really doesn’t win, it will not affect Emiya Shirou at all.

“Grandpa Muramasa, you really feel at ease ordering me around!”

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Emiya Shirou who didn’t intend to move and suddenly complained out loud, “Damn it, very hateful.”

If she could defeat him, she would definitely let Emiya Shirou experience what Niten Ichiryu meant.

“Da——! Da——! Da——!”

Not long after, heavy footsteps stepped on the ground and arrived in front of Shirou Emiya and Musashi Miyamoto.

Kokushibo stared at Emiya Shirou who was standing behind Miyamoto Musashi, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

“Is it really you?”

The sound was clearly carried by the wind.

Shirou Emiya did not answer, but just looked at Kokushibo quietly. He did not expect that it was Kokushibo who came over.

After all, he just released the lower string back to tip off, and he really had no idea which upper string was coming.

It can only be called a coincidence.

A slight sense of oppression, like an invisible gravity, gradually rose from Kokushibo’s body.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing in front of Emiya Shirou, also felt the strong smell of blood and heavy murderous intent from Kokushibo.

“If you want to challenge Grandpa Muramasa, you must defeat me first!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Miyamoto Musashi’s face flushed. What was he saying? Why did he sound like a supporting actor?

Where is his tall and majestic title? At this time, he should just say Niten Ichiryu, Miyamoto Musashi.

How did it become that you want to challenge Emiya Shirou and defeat me first?

Not to mention others, even Miyamoto Musashi himself was suffering from embarrassment.

This must have been done by Shirou Emiya.

It was all Shirou Emiya’s fault.

If it weren’t for him, my heart would be as calm as still water.

However, just when Miyamoto Musashi was about to speak again.

“Then I’ll cut you into pieces first?”

Kokushibo spoke indifferently, and he slowly took out a samurai sword with eyeballs all over the handle and blade.

At this moment, the feeling of oppression on him surged.

“Tsk——!”

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi also cast a stern gaze on Kokushibo.

She knew in her heart that if she didn’t take this battle seriously, she would be the only one to die.

“call–!”

For some reason, the originally quiet night was suddenly filled with an extremely loud wind from afar, sweeping across this peaceful land and pressing down the weeds on the ground that were trying to grow upright.

Miyamoto Musashi and Kokushibo looked at each other from a distance, and their eyes met in mid-air.

There was varying degrees of fear in the eyes of both sides.

Both of them are swordsmen, so they can easily judge that neither side can be easily defeated.

This battle will definitely be a fight between dragons and tigers, and it will definitely be a duel of life and death.

As for the fear of both sides, Miyamoto Musashi was naturally more afraid. Kokushibo had broken through the boundaries of demons several months ago. His neck was no longer his weakness. Even if he was beheaded, his head would regenerate.

Immediately, the one who broke the stalemate and took the lead in launching the attack was not Kokushibo, but Miyamoto Musashi.

“drink–!”

Along with a roar of astonishing momentum, Miyamoto Musashi’s eyes suddenly became sharp. A swordsman naturally has to have an indomitable will!

“Take the move!!”

She stomped the ground hard, and her whole body turned into a whirlwind, rushing towards Kokushibo.

“Haha! You really can’t keep your cool. You’re just a little girl! But you’re brave!”

Facing Miyamoto Musashi’s rising momentum, Kokushibo simply chuckled in response, and under the moonlight, his breathing began to flow out of the corners of his mouth in a very regular manner. Then, without any retreat, his figure turned into a black shadow and rushed forward.

After all, even though he knew that he was facing an Upper Rank One demon, he still rushed forward without hesitation and fear.

He couldn’t help but praise her. If standing behind her wasn’t the person standing behind her who had a deep hatred for him, Shirou Emiya, he would have wanted to transform her into a demon.

But he didn’t know that Miyamoto Musashi didn’t know what Upper Rank One was, and she had only been in this world for less than a day.

It should be said that after a few hours, she soon spent her first unpleasant night in this world.

“Zheng——!”

A golden arc of light shines on the sharp blade of the samurai sword.

“laugh–!”

A faint sound of breaking through the air was heard.

The two figures, accompanied by strong winds, collided with each other in the blink of an eye and met suddenly.

“Moon’s Breathing Type 1: Dark Moon: Palace of the Night!”

“Qiang——!”

Amid the crisp sound of collision, the eerie red samurai sword cut through the atmosphere, turning into scarlet moonlight, and collided heavily with the samurai sword that was flashing with dazzling golden light.

It was accompanied by sparks that suddenly exploded like fireworks.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi and Kokushibo both took a small step back, but immediately stabilized their bodies, tightened their feet, and rushed forward again.

However, only Kokushibo himself noticed that during the fight just now, the sword in his hand was broken into pieces.

That weapon is too sharp.

“Breathing of the Moon II: Pearls and Moonlight”

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Amid the sound of breaking wind, the Hollow God in Kokushibo’s hand turned into a continuous sword light, like a series of meteors, forming a sword curtain like a storm, covering the direction of Miyamoto Musashi.

That’s amazing skill.

Countless small irregular crescent-shaped blades turned into wind waves and attacked the enemy in front of them without any penetration.

Looking at the sword curtain that was coming like a violent storm, Miyamoto Musashi’s eyes flashed slightly, and his whole body was immersed in the two samurai swords in his hands, one long and one short.

There was no fear in his eyes, nor any murderous intent towards the person in front of him, only endless calmness.

This is her sword heart – the Bitan Shenbao Mirror.

This is the way of the sky that belongs only to her.

The emptiness in Kendo is a state of mind that is free, unobstructed, clear and bright; when facing the enemy, one is not blinded by the environment, nor by the opponent’s actions, nor by one’s own emotions, nor by one’s own thoughts, but can face everything as it really is.

“choke–!”

Chapter 844: Muramasa, you play me!

The solemn atmosphere continued to spread under the scarlet moonlight.

Strong winds continued to blow from the sky, brushing across the lawn where the two sides were fighting, causing the flowers, plants and trees to sway.

“Moon’s Breathing Type 14: Fierce Change: Full New Moon”

It was an overlapping swirling slash.

They were like a tide rising from the bottom of the sea, continuous and attacking Miyamoto Musashi like a violent storm.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Several sounds of skin being torn were heard under the silent night sky.

“choke–!”

The next second, the two swords in Miyamoto Musashi’s hands also turned into flashes of light, like moonlight, and swung towards the sword shadow with a pleasant sword chant.

“clang–!”

The sound of metal colliding like a bell turned into sound waves, echoing in all directions.

Having devoted his whole body and soul to kendo, even though he had been injured by the opponent’s sword, Miyamoto Musashi only found the gap in an instant.

She swung the double-edged swords in her hands in the most violent way towards the sword light in the sword curtain, defeating the violent sword flashes with one blow and arousing a strong energy.

“hateful–!!”

Kokushibo’s eyes widened, and a hint of panic finally emerged on his calm face, and his gaze became even more fierce.

Originally, he was in an absolute advantage and Miyamoto Musashi was at a disadvantage.

But after only a brief fight, the opponent’s swordsmanship began to improve at an extremely terrifying speed. The swordsmanship that he had practiced for hundreds of years fell into a disadvantage in just an instant.

He had only seen this level of talent in swordsmanship in one person.

“I see your weakness!”

“Moon Breathing Type 6: Evernight Lone Moon: Mujian!!!”

Immediately afterwards, countless extremely terrifying vertical circular slashes were released from Kokushibo’s hands, once again forming a dazzling sword curtain that enveloped Miyamoto Musashi.

Moreover, the speed is even more astonishing.

Miyamoto Musashi’s sword is more like a pursuit of truth than a simple skill.

Even if she encounters a desperate situation, her heart will not waver at all, so even if Kokushibo can see Miyamoto Musashi’s weakness, it is only a fleeting opportunity.

On the contrary, after he turned into a ghost, he would do anything to gain power, and his swordsmanship did not develop to this level steadily. After many fights, his mentality was far less calm than Miyamoto Musashi.

[In the art of war, directly and effectively pursuing the enemy and throwing them into a state of confusion is the only way to achieve victory]

Miyamoto Musashi is good at grasping the psychological weaknesses of his opponents. He can look far ahead, see clearly the enemy and himself, see clearly everything, use all the favorable conditions that can be used, and win by targeting the enemy’s weak points with one strike.

“You are really weak, evil ghost!”

As he said this, Miyamoto Musashi took a step forward, and the blade in his hand became sharper and sharper, as if he didn’t care about his injuries at all.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang!”

The astonishing sound of swords clashing rang out.

As sparks continued to burst out, the clash of swords seemed to flash wildly, causing a scene of swords and sabers.

Countless drops of blood splattered in the air.

“The wound! The wound didn’t even heal!”

At this moment, at some point, Miyamoto Musashi had actually broken through his defense and stabbed him in the chest.

Blood continued to flow out of it, but the wound showed no signs of stopping and severe pain came from it.

At this moment, Kokushibo felt the rich breath of the sun on the golden samurai sword in Miyamoto Musashi’s hand.

“How could I lose! I can’t possibly lose!”

“From the fourth hundred years on, even if I become an ugly ghost, I will continue on this path of everlasting victory!!!”

“Aa …

A roar like that of a wild beast kept coming out of his mouth.

His body instantly grew blades like his sabers.

The next moment, Kokushibo seemed to have turned himself into a blade and suddenly swung it around with extremely terrifying attacks.

“!”

Miyamoto Musashi’s pupils shrank sharply. After all, he had too little experience fighting against demons. He had not thought of this at all. When he wanted to raise his sword to block in front of himself, it was too late.

“Pfft!”