Chapter 168: When trash gather together, they are just a mob

"You..."

Before Kurogane recovered from the shock of being hit three times in an instant, he felt a chill coming out of the kid in front of him.

"You keep saying that you want to challenge Musashi, who was once the 'Sword Saint'. I thought I could take this opportunity to sharpen my sword after a long time."

Nagato's eyes covered by black cloth swept over Kurogane, and his slightly impatient tone was like the teeth of a bat thirsty for blood in the middle of the night: "But you are not a pure swordsman at all."

"You used a tactile illusion in your swordsmanship, a little trick that is not good enough, which really makes me feel unhappy."

Hearing this, Kurogane's nerves tightened, and he subconsciously clenched his sword and narrowed his cloudy eyes.

Has he been discovered so soon?

The kid in front of him is obviously just a blind man.

He should only be able to perceive by touch and hearing.

"... Humph, kid, what do you know?"

Hei Tie thought in his heart, his eyes flickered slightly, and he snorted coldly: "The times have changed. Victory is the most important thing. The means used are not important. The swordsmanship of the samurai has fallen behind, and we must keep up with the times."

Hearing this, Nagato's unhappiness disappeared, and only disdain and indifference remained.

A waste whose faith was shattered and gave up the road.

"Pathetic." Nagato's quiet and deep voice echoed, "In this case, go to hell."

As the voice fell, a chill that seemed to be enough to freeze the blood flowed, causing the faces of Hei Tie and the samurai who had formed a tight encirclement around him to change.

"Form a formation!"

With a loud shout from Hei Tie, the surrounding samurai drew their swords at the same time.

Hei Tie, whose bottom was seen through, no longer hid, and the chakra accumulated in his body was wantonly released. The dust around him was suddenly blown away by the strong wind. He stepped out and swung the first sword of the crowd.

Slowly! Break! Quickly!

He didn't really use his full strength in the brief confrontation just now. If his speed during the test was 1, then now he was infinitely close to 10 with his full strength.

This knife was even about to come before his shout, but Nagato just blocked the short knife in front of him with a blank expression.

Clang!

The clear buzzing sound of the sword resounded through the wide alley, and Nagato's steps moved back a little, and the black iron in the air was thrown back by the swung short knife.

But before Nagato, who had swung the short knife, could stop for a moment, the other two warriors swung their swords one after the other, and seized the right opportunity with extremely tacit cooperation.

The flying black iron just paused for a moment, and then fell on the wall with the force, and the next moment, his slightly bent feet stepped on the wall.

Bang! !

Several cracks appeared in the center of the entire wall and spread out like flowers.

After his first strike failed, he did not stop, but used the force of his kick to crack the wall, and then rushed towards the besieged Nagato at high speed again!

Cooperating with other warriors, this strike was faster, more fierce, and more deadly than the previous one!

Nagato's movements were also extremely fast, without any pause, he stopped and spun around to draw his sword and cut.

Flashing sheath·Eight-point charge!

Clang! Clang!

Fireworks and gusts of wind passed by, and the noise was loud enough to tear the eardrums.

The short sword in Nagato's hand made a high-level slash around his body, with very small flaws, and the move was very fast, instantly knocking several warriors who were swinging the sword to fly backwards.

But after blocking several warriors' chakra-added, powerful slashes at the same time, the black sword light in Kurotsuchi's hand seamlessly bit him with an almost tyrannical momentum.

Bang! !

Nagato, who had no time to turn around, put his short sword on his back, but even so, he could not avoid being shaken by the blow that was used to chop him with the force!

But the black warriors did not intend to give him any breathing time, and the ground around him had cracked again.

The surrounding warriors, including the ones who were knocked away, stepped on the ground and walls and flew over, slashing with their swords at an almost non-stop speed, and the blades flew from all over their bodies to cut Nagato's face and neck!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The first round, the second round, the third round...

The two walls that were stepped on countless times by the warriors were full of cracks, and the power and speed of the ricocheting swords increased exponentially with the increase in the number of rounds. The sword light and wind cracks washed over Nagato's body like a raging tide.

The wind pressure and the sword light swept the whole alley, and even the red light of the setting sun was chopped into pieces, like light falling through a tree with dense branches, turning into a cage with nowhere to go and confining Nagato.

——Three-day moon sword formation.

The warriors cooperated tacitly in groups, no longer fighting alone as before, relying on the terrain to form a cycle of reciprocation, forcibly suppressing Nagato who was alone.

"..."

Nagato's brows gradually frowned, and the short sword in his hand blocked back and forth, sparks splashed like metallurgy, and the surrounding dance was impenetrable.

Even if he could block most of the slashes with his speed by wielding the short sword, the next moment there would be a clear shadow of light from the sword to cut him apart, until he was killed, and this violent slashing would be over.

"Kid, no matter how fast you are, you only have one hand. How many times can you block it?"

Looking at Nagato who was still able to resist such a dense attack, Kurotsuchi tried to reveal his flaws with words in a serious mood, and sneered: "If you make any mistakes, the end will be that your head will be separated and your soul will be cut off by the blade!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black knife light in his hand flashed past Nagato's eyes.

Ka!

This time, it didn't seem to be the sound of the collision of the blades.

A broken blade shot into the air, spun, and suddenly fell, diagonally piercing deeply into the ground.

Kurogane finally lost his composure, as if he had seen something incredible, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"You..."

The sword in Kurogane's hand was cut in the middle by something, and the sky behind Nagato was hit by several samurai.

"Idiot."

As if looking down at Kurogane in front of him, Nagato turned his back to the black samurai who were coming to cut him, and said coldly: "No matter how many trash gather together, they are just a mob."

As soon as the voice fell, in the reflection of Kurogane's shrinking pupils, with the sound of something breaking through flesh and blood, six twisted scarlet thorns soared into the sky.

"Blood Demon Art·Flying Blood Thorn!"

The next moment, a trembling piercing scream sounded in the air at the same time.

Six thorns met the blade of the samurai behind him, and instantly exploded in the alley with brilliant sparks like fireworks, splashing in every inch of space like a silver bottle exploding, illuminating the pale face of Heitie!

Bang! Snap! !

"Ah!!"

The thorns with sharp spikes waved around Nagato, and the sound of breaking through the air was like a blood-colored insect flapping its wings and screaming loudly. The sound of armor breaking and the samurai's shrill screams mixed together, drowning the entire wide alley like wind and rain.