Before, Gen Musashi sat on top of the boulder, dying, and his breath was decadent, as if half of his feet had stepped into the coffin, and there was no strong man to speak of.

But now, Minamoto Musashi's half-open and half-closed cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

"Boom!"

In his withered body, a breath like an abyss and a prison suddenly burst out, as if an ancient beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years broke free from the shackles and escaped from the trap.

This terrifying aura spread in all directions, and immediately enveloped the entire karst cave.

There were many strong people in the field, their hairs stood up, they were silent, and they felt the biting cold enveloping their bodies, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

At this moment, they even had an illusion that the source Musashi in front of them was no longer a dying old man, but incarnated as a sword finger god, crowning the world, and the murderous aura revealed invisibly was terrifying and terrifying.

What's even more shocking is that the scar-faced swordsman who drew his sword and slashed at Gen Musashi before seemed to be petrified at this moment, still maintaining a slashing posture, but his body was hovering in mid-air, defying gravity.

From afar, it looks like a still picture, and it is extremely strange.

"Sting!"

At this moment, Gen Musashi's eyes bloomed with a essence light that was brighter than the stars, turning into a divine sword that cut through thorns and thorns, tearing the sky and splitting yin and yang.

No one could imagine that a person's eyes could be condensed into a sword.

The sword light shot out like a flying rainbow, which contained the will to be domineering and sharp, and to kill and extinguish.

I can't use words to describe the sharpness and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword, as if it has surpassed the sword and has been sublimated, it is the wrath of the god king, and it is the punishment of destroying the world!

Whoever sees this sword has no resistance at all, but can only bow down and offer all his reverence and worship.

Even the Immortal Buddha would tremble under this sword.

"Huh!"

Between the lightning and the fire, the sword light pierced the throat of the scar-faced swordsman.

The red blood flowers splashed in the air, like brilliant fireworks, which were gorgeous in an instant, revealing indescribable beauty.

This is obviously a murderous swordsmanship, but in the hands of Minamoto Musashi, it has risen to the level of art and reached the realm of perfection.

"Is this the true strength of Juggernaut?

At the end of his life, Scarface Swordsman had to admit that it was his supreme honor to die under such a sword move.

"Plop!"

The next moment, his body fell to the ground, and he died, completely dead.

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

For a time, in the huge karst cave, there was no sound, and the needles could be heard.

Many strong men were dumbfounded, standing in place, like wooden people, motionless.

They seemed to be still immersed in the peerless sword just now, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Suddenly, Minamoto Musashi stood up from the boulder.

A few rays of sunlight shone down from the cracks in the cave, illuminating his face half-bright and half-dark, criss-crossing wrinkles, like mottled sword marks, prismatic cheekbones raised high, and white eyebrows slanted upwards.

Between the gestures, it reveals the meaning of being cold in high places.

At this moment, many strong people in the field are only a few meters away from him, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, close to the end of the world, and no matter how much they chase him, they can't get close.

Minamoto Musashi just stood, high above, like a god standing in the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings.

It wasn't until this moment that many powerhouses in the field understood

In today's world, there are many prominent swordsmen, but the sword saint is the only one who is the source of Musashi!

The kind of divine swordsmanship just now, no one can resist.

Gen Musashi didn't even make a move, just by looking at him, he made a strong man fall.

As long as he is willing, his mind moves, and all the strong people present will probably be buried here.

This is the real Juggernaut. In the bloody era of swords and swords a hundred years ago, he was invincible.

Suddenly, Kurosaki Yuo was the first to recover from the shock, and he fell to his knees with great excitement, shouting: "Congratulations to the Sword Saint, you have achieved great achievements, looking at the world, there is no more invincible!"

With a condescending look, Yuan Musashi swept over everyone, and said in a thunderous voice:

"It is true that the old man has never held a sword for a hundred years, but for a hundred years, the old man has been sharpening the sword in his heart! After the swordsmanship reaches the peak of the realm, he will know the truth that no sword is better than a sword, and no move is better than a sword! Because there is no move, there is no weakness, no flawlessness, no stagnation in things, grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords, and with sword intent alone, it can also take the head of the enemy general from the ten thousand armies!"

"Now, the old man himself has turned into a sword, the man and the sword are one, the man is the sword, and the sword is the man!"

"Boom!"

In the end, a brilliant sword light rushed out from the top of Minamoto Musashi's head, blasting through the cave and reaching into the sky, forming the shape of a towering giant sword, which was sharp and shining in all directions, penetrating the entire heaven and earth.

This scene is similar to the gathering of three flowers of the great real people of Huaxia Daomen.

Feeling the domineering sword intent in it, all the strong people present trembled, bent their waists like shrimp, and their souls trembled.

Not only that, within a radius of dozens of miles, all the birds and beasts were prostrate on the ground, as if they were meeting the supreme god.

At this time, Yuan Musashi slowly spoke: "That Huaxia martial artist, is it called Ye Beichen? This time, let the old man meet him!"

Hearing this, many warriors showed ecstasy on their faces, and cheered:

"Long live the Juggernaut!"

"The Sword Master is invincible!"

"Our martial arts realm is finally saved!"

"As long as the Sword Saint comes out, where will it be the turn to get that Huaxia kid to be arrogant?"

Wakoku, Nagoya, Atsuta Jingu.

Atsuta Shrine, one of the oldest and highest-status shrines in the Wa Kingdom, enshrines the Grass Pheasant Sword used by the Emperor Wa Kenmei, the "Tencong Cloud Sword", one of the three major artifacts.

According to the records of ancient affairs, the Tiancong Cloud Sword is a divine sword that appears in the body of the Eight Miscellaneous Great Snakes, and even the Ten Grip Swords of the Sword of the Gods are not its opponents.

In a sense, the Heavenly Cloud Sword is not a "god" weapon, but a peerless fierce weapon, but in the eyes of the royal family, it is a "symbol of the conqueror", ruling the whole world with absolute "power".

Although it is enshrined in Atsuta Shrine, not only ordinary people, but even the emperor cannot enjoy this artifact at will.

There was once a priest who tried to spy on the artifact, leaving a record

"As soon as you get closer, the clouds will rise automatically, making it impossible to see anything. Everyone used a fan to disperse the clouds and mist, and secretly lit it up to see, but saw that the artifact was two feet seven or eight inches long, the blade looked like the blade of an iris, the central part of the blade was thicker, and the part of the grip was about eight inches thick, and there were many links that were not smooth, just like the back bone of a fish, which was white from top to bottom. ”

It's just that later, those priests who peeked at the Excalibur were cursed by the Excalibur one after another and died violently.

Since then, no one has dared to peep at the Heavenly Cloud Sword.

In the evening, an old man dressed in a gray robe and stepping on clogs walked into Atsuta Shrine by car, and soon came to the palace where the artifact was enshrined.

It is the Sword Saint Source Musashi who has reappeared in the rivers and lakes!

Several priests glared at him and scolded:

"Stop!"

"The forbidden place ahead, idle people are not allowed to enter, retreat quickly!"

Hearing this, Minamoto Musashi was silent, looking up at the palace slightly, his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a high wall.

Suddenly, a vast, abyss-like momentum burst out from his body, and he shouted:

"Here comes the sword!"

It is just two words, but it contains a supreme will, as if it was like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens exploding in the field.

Several priests' eardrums vibrate, and the qi and blood in their bodies surged, and they were almost about to vomit blood.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the entire Atsuta Shrine shook and the ground trembled.

"Oh my God, what's going on, is there an earthquake?"

"Run!"

Some tourists exclaimed in surprise and immediately looked for the nearest bunker.

But soon, from that palace, a thick and mighty cloud floated out, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire shrine, and the visibility was very low, and only one meter could be seen clearly.

Such a strange scene made everyone frightened, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Buzz"

In the palace, the enshrined Tiancong Cloud Sword seemed to be summoned by a mysterious force, and it shook endlessly.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the Heavenly Cloud Sword shot out, tearing through the clouds and mist, and letting out a roar like a giant beast, alarming the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

A moment later, it flew straight into Minamoto Musashi's hand, emitting a high-pitched sword roar, and it was a little joyful, as if it was rejoicing at the "reunion of old friends"!

Yuan Musashi stroked the blade of the sword, his movements were gentle, as if he was caressing his lover, and muttered: "Old man, meet again! I hope that Ye Beichen can be worthy of your edge!"

After saying that, Yuan Musashi swept with his sword, and the sword qi was agitated, and the clouds and mist in the sky all dissipated.

Immediately after, he straightened his spine and clenched the Heavenly Cloud Sword, as if he had grasped the whole world, and took a step, striding towards the outside of the Divine Palace.

Looking at his departing back, many priests didn't dare to stop him at all, and knelt on the ground one by one, impressed by the domineering momentum.

It's the day.

Musashi, the god of war and the legendary sword saint source Musashi, who has been silent for a hundred years, has finally come out of the mountain.

Make an appointment with Ye Beichen, a Chinese warrior, and three days later, fight at the top of Mount Fuji!