The hut on the top of the hill is small, and it looks as if it is about to topple at any moment in the wind and rain.

And just as Tang Feng was shaking back from the left holy envoy of the Sword Saint Palace and flying over, the door of this thatched hut, which had been closed all the year round, was suddenly opened, and then an old man in sackcloth with white hair slowly walked out.

It was already cold winter at the moment, but the old man was just wearing a thin linen robe, and his whole body seemed to be a kind of weak and thin.

His eyes, however, were brighter in the darkness than the distant North Star.

Behind the old man, a man who looked to be in his thirties bowed out.

The middle-aged man did not speak, his body was sharp, and the person who saw him immediately gave people a feeling, as if he was a sword, a sword that had been unsheathed, as if he was going to kill people at any time.

The old man walked out of the hut and stood on the top of the mountain, letting the cold storm and rain pour on him, he just stood, looked at the direction of the Sword Saint Palace below, and said in a long voice: "I really can't imagine that someone dares to break into the Sword Saint Palace!"

The middle-aged man behind him said: "What's even more unexpected is that the person who broke into the Sword Saint Palace turned out to be a person from Huaxia!"

The old man suddenly looked up at the pouring rain, and didn't seem to see Tang Feng, who was still running wildly, but said: "Huaxia Dragon Group, could it be that this trespasser is the first person of the Huaxia Dragon Group to be the first person in the young generation of the Huaxia Dragon Group?"

It turned out that this old man was none other than Miyamoto Musashi, the master of the Sword Saint Palace, the patron saint of Fuso, who had the title of Sword Saint in the world.

At this moment, he didn't have a sword in his hand, just stood with both hands, slightly sideways, and two bright eyes, as if he had seen through the distant void, and suddenly stared at Tang Feng, who was fleeing.

At this moment, Tang Feng trembled, as if he was being targeted by something, and even his own breath had been locked.

"It's not good, I've been targeted by the power of Tongtian, I think this must be that old monster from Miyamoto Musashi!" Tang Feng's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but keep moving, running forward with all his might, and rushing towards the coast as fast as possible.

Miyamoto Musashi still didn't move, just watched coldly, and didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

The middle-aged man behind him said: "Master, please allow me to make a move, whether this person is or not, that flying dragon envoy of the Huaxia Dragon Group dares to trespass on our Sword Saint Palace, and the supreme prestige of the Sword Saint Palace must hang his head in front of the palace gate and wash it with his blood." ”

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "You can't make a move!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, "Why, is the master afraid that I am not this person's opponent?"

Miyamoto Musashi said: "Among the three holy sons, you have the best talent and bones, and you are also the most promising, the apprentice who inherited my kendo, so as a teacher, you will be able to practice penance in this thatched hut on the top of the mountain all year round." ”

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the second holy son of the Sword Saint Palace, named Watanabe Mengfei.

Watanabe Mengfei immediately said: "After three years of hard training, the disciple has comprehended the master's sword path seven or eight times out of ten, and he is absolutely confident that he will kill this son!"

Miyamoto Musashi said in a deep voice: "It's not the time to make a move, you are too sharp, your anger is too heavy, it doesn't match my sword, you still need to hide your sword, and you have to sharpen your sword in this grass house for three years!"

"Three years of hard work, there is an old saying in Huaxia, if you don't fly for three years, you will soar to the sky!"

Tang Feng, who was far away as he spoke, finally ran all the way and flew to the shore, and the two jumped down and jumped onto a speedboat that had been prepared for a long time.

Watanabe Mengfei couldn't help but say: "Master, since you don't let me make a move, then your old man will make a move, otherwise this kid is just afraid that he will escape, just now the secret letter came to report, this son is not the Huaxia Dragon Group Flying Dragon Envoy, but the Dragon Thorn Envoy who has been in the limelight recently!"

"Huaxia Dragon Group Dragon Assassin?"

Miyamoto Musashi didn't seem to be in a hurry, his eyes froze, and he suddenly let out a long roar: "Your Excellency is a junior, my Miyamoto Musashi and your Dragon Group Ancestor Dragon are contemporaries, according to their identity, they shouldn't have made a move on you, but why didn't you break into my Sword Saint Palace at night and kill my Sword Saint Palace disciples!"

"If you can take my trick and not die, I won't shoot again!"

Although they were thousands of miles apart, Tang Feng on the coast sounded as if it had suddenly exploded in his ears, like thunder on the ground, which could be imagined as a powerful terror of this Miyamoto Musashi.

Watanabe Mengfei immediately presented the sword with both hands, bowed and said, "Master, please take the sword." ”

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly laughed loudly, and his voice reached Tang Feng's ears like thunder from afar: "My sword saint Miyamoto Musashi, fifty years ago, was defeated at the top of Songshan Mountain in Huaxia, and since then I have been in retreat in this thatched house, fifty years of penance, and I have crossed three sword realms respectively, one of them has no sword in his hand, the other has a sword in his heart, and all three things can be swords!"

"Take me a move!" The voice fell, and the Xuandan in his body suddenly rotated extremely quickly, and then raised his hand with a stroke, and in an instant, it was like a rainbow through the sky, and it was like a meteor in the sky, immediately shattering the void and killing thousands of miles.

At this moment, Tang Feng's cold hair stood up, his pupils widened suddenly, and he saw a terrifying sword light thousands of miles away, shooting towards him.

"Danger!" Tang Feng roared violently and rushed overseas, but to his shock, no matter how he ran away, this sword qi had already locked him up.

The sword qi was thousands of miles long, shattering the void, and even the air was cut apart by this fierce and terrifying sword qi, emitting a screeching sound.

"This is the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi's blow, the powerful blow of the Martial King Realm!" Tang Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and his figure suddenly stopped, standing on the mast of a large ship.

He didn't run anymore, the Martial King Realm made a move, and he had no way to escape at all, because this terrifying sword qi had already firmly locked his aura.

I have to say that this is the most terrifying, dangerous, and deadly blow Tang Feng has ever encountered.

"If you can't escape anymore, then you can only fight hard!" Tang Feng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the blood of the eight veins of the Qi Meridian suddenly boiled, and the more than two hundred in his body lit up the kingdom of God.

"Golden Dragon Fist!" Tang Feng burst out, and in one breath, he actually shot out nine hundred and eighty-one golden dragon fists!

Eighty-one golden dragon fists were surging and intertwined, like a roaring and soaring wave, breaking through the sky and rushing towards the sword light like a Confucian rainbow.

The fists and swords clashed, but what shocked Tang Feng was that as soon as his golden dragon fist rushed head-on, it was immediately like paper paste, and it was shredded by the sword light.

In front of this sword that pierced through the sky and lit up most of the sky, his stegosaurus fist was shredded like tofu.

The Martial King Realm made a powerful blow, which was really terrifying!

Tang Feng gasped, and his hands were connected to the seal again, and he roared angrily: "Three Thousand Divine Kingdom, burn!"

Now that it was undoubtedly a matter of life and death, he could no longer have any reservations.