A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Chapter 175 What did you use your true energy for?

"Who am I? Ha~"

With his back to Kiyokawa Hachiro and wearing a face covering, Taichi slowly turned his face to the side. He did not answer the other's question, but simply chuckled and asked a question in return.

But his behavior not only puzzled Kiyohachiro, but also made A-Feng, who was sitting against the wall in another room, suddenly widen his eyes.

"He... he finally spoke!"

At this moment, Ah Feng also wants to know the question, "Who are you?"

It's been too long; they've been together for over twenty years, and this is the answer she's always wanted to know.

Hiss~ Whoosh~

The chest cavity expands and then recovers.

Taiichi turned around, held the great dachi, the Immortal Slash - Kaimen, in his left palm, and steadily placed it horizontally in front of his chest.

"This is the taste, this is the sound."

"I am a samurai, and I should live in the hellish realm of Asura..."

The feeling of breathing air again is truly intoxicating.

But looking back now, whether it was the improvement in breathing techniques, the continuous breakthroughs in martial arts skills, or the acquisition of many cultivation resources, it was all worth it.

All of these combined are not as strong as the stench of blood and the smell of organs that permeates the air.

Even more so, those who are not quite dead yet, still exerting their life instincts, even if their main consciousness has stopped thinking, their hearts are still beating fiercely inside their half-bodied bodies, and there is the sound of blood being squeezed out.

"It took so long to regain consciousness this time."

"So let me see how the samurai of this era please me."

I'm happy, really happy.

Since his soul was sealed in the Jade Pillow Pass acupoint space, he hadn't felt this excited in a long time.

We should hurry up and have a good experience.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I am a true qi warrior. Anyone who dares to underestimate us will pay with their life!"

click!

The sound of the sword being drawn rang out, and Kiyokawa Hachiro regained his composure. He slid his left hand forward to the hilt of the sword and flicked his finger to deflect the blade.

At the same time, he slapped the ground with his right hand, and his body was lifted off the ground by a foot while lying on his back, and slid backward until he finally stood up.

With a soft thud, Kiyokawa Hachiro landed on a piece of viscera that had spilled out of the corpse.

But he couldn't care less about the blood-stained white tabi socks. He gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand and was about to unleash a slash.

"Give me......"

He was speaking halfway through when, in his eyes, Taiyi, who had been standing still, suddenly disappeared from his sight. And the moment he turned his head, what met his pupils was a size 47 shoe sole.

Bang!

As the log hit the ground, accompanied by gasps from pedestrians, a figure landed awkwardly.

Okita Souji and Yukimura Chizuru, who were sitting at a buckwheat stall across the street, were startled.

The two followed Kiyokawa Hachiro here, intending to go up and investigate.

Upon entering the store, the owner said that the third floor had been booked out and no one was allowed to go up unless they revealed their identity to the customer.

They dared not tell the other party who they were, so the two had no choice but to go out, buy a straw hat and put it on their heads, and stake out the area.

"Brother Souji, who is this person?"

"Kiyoka Hachiro, Chizuru, move back a bit."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I sensed that there was a very strong warrior."

Chizuru Yukimura raised an eyebrow, staring at Souji Okita with a bewildered look. Before she could ask any more questions, he pulled her up from the stool and pushed her to the side.

This feeling......

Ignoring Kiyokawa Hachiro, who was getting up in a disheveled state after landing, he stared at the damaged wall, his brows furrowed, and goosebumps began to rise all over his body.

The facial muscles gradually tensed up, and the body seemed somewhat stiff as well.

These changes made him believe that he had reached another level, transcending human limits, even though he had already mastered the true qi martial arts. This was something he had never experienced before.

A shiver from the soul, an urge to surrender even before meeting.

"Damn it, what kind of people has Kiyokawa Hachiro messed with?!"

He cursed inwardly. He had never experienced this feeling, not even when facing the masters of the Sword Master. How could something like this happen just by following someone?

This is? ! !

His pupils contracted sharply as a tall figure appeared above him through the hole in the wall.

"I can't sense any true energy. Logically speaking, this kind of samurai, apart from his strong physique, shouldn't be a match for Kiyokawa Hachiro. How could he...?"

Okita Souji turned around and looked at Yukimura Chizuru, only to find that the latter's gaze at the person above her was slightly dazed.

For no reason, he felt a tightness in his heart. The way Chizuru looked at the man made him feel uneasy for some reason.

This is a real fight, why would I have such a thought?

Hmm, let's observe first...

"You can't even withstand that? What have you been doing with your so-called true energy?"

Looking down at Kiyohachiro, who had already stood up, Taiichi could still sense the other's physical condition even though he was wearing a face mask.

He could control his body with his consciousness and could project his spiritual power outwards, but he still couldn't mobilize his own Qianyang True Qi.

He had just tried to circulate his internal energy, but suddenly a warning came from his body.

If he does this now, there are only two possible outcomes.

One possibility is that the physical body is about to collapse immediately; the other is that it is immediately pulled back into the acupoint space.

"Why do I feel like a prisoner who's been released on bail? I can't do anything, I just have to stay put, right?"

Taiyi felt that if he forced himself to circulate the technique, his body was more likely to take the second approach.

Damn it, my own body isn't listening to me anymore.

but......

"Being unable to use my true energy does not mean I am powerless to fight."

"Martial arts are not just about those flashy sword strikes flying around..."

Looking at Kiyokawa Hachiro, whose face was half-collapsed, whose eyeballs had been blasted out by his own kick, whose clothes were covered in blood, and who could barely stand, Taiichi couldn't help but shake his head, feeling utterly speechless.

Is this a True Qi Warrior? Who invented that term? Oh, it seems like it was a long time ago, I mentioned it to Sakiri and Hakumaru by chance.

"Damn it! You're just a brute who can only use brute force!"

"How dare you underestimate the martial arts of our Crescent Moon Pavilion! Die!"

Despite his severe injuries, Kiyokawa Hachiro still sensed the other party's contempt.

At that moment, the towering figure of the master appeared in his mind, along with scenes of him being taught sword energy. Frame by frame, these images filled him with shame.

Anger transforms into strength, and courage fills the entire body.

The constant secretion of adrenaline made him unable to feel the pain; instead, it stimulated him, allowing him to perform at an unprecedented level.

"The Rise of the Moon!"

His clothes billowed, and an explosive aura emanated from Kiyokawa Hachiro, forcefully pushing outwards in all directions.

As he kicked up dust from the roadside, a crescent-shaped sword aura, radiating a faint silver light, hurtled toward Taiyi with incredible speed after he swung his blade.