"Zhuo Bufan, it was you who forced me to fight with you endlessly, even if I tried my best today, I would kill you here. ”

Miyamoto's eyes were about to split, and his pupils had completely turned into a sea of blood. His hair began to extend and lengthen, reaching up to his waist before it stopped growing, but the hair that was originally black gradually began to turn white from the roots, and the skin on Miyamoto's body began to dry up like a leaky balloon, covered with deep wrinkles

Line.

At the same time, he also gradually changed from a middle-aged man with vigorous blood to an old man, but even so, the aura exuded from his body kept rising, and finally reached a zero point before stopping.

At this time, although Miyamoto Lang regained the appearance of an old man, the true yuan aura in his body increased several times compared to the original, and an inexplicable powerful pressure swept away from his body.

Even those guests who had already fled and stood a hundred meters away all felt a huge pressure.

"Is that a sword master?" One of the warriors in the crowd suddenly widened his eyes and looked behind Miyamotoro. Zhuo Bufan also looked at the past, but he saw an illusory figure on the body of Miyamoto Lang, the figure was about two feet tall, with his eyes closed, but he was wearing the armor of a warlord in the Warring States Period, and he was wearing a sword around his waist

It's exactly the same as the black autumn water in Miyamotoro's hand.

"Miyamoto Musashi?"

Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself.

Miyamoto Musashi, as a legendary figure in the Japanese martial arts world, has left some portraits, and even now there are some kendo halls with pictures of him, so everyone in the crowd who practices martial arts saw this phantom and knelt on the ground excitedly.

Miyamoto exhausted all his energy and true yuan, and actually summoned Miyamoto Musashi, a sword saint of the Japanese country?

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, Miyamoto Musashi has been dead for hundreds of years, besides, Miyamoto Musashi majored in swordsmanship, not a great spell of yin and yang, it is impossible for the soul to remain in the world for hundreds of years without disappearing.

Soon, Zhuo Bufan noticed the black autumn water, this is the blade used by Miyamoto Musashi, if the martial will and the weapon are combined, it will leave its own traces in the weapon.

Similar to the extraordinary Ice Emperor Rain Sword, after following him for a long time, there will be a wisp of his breath left on the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

As for the figure behind Miyamoto Lang wearing the armor of the Warring States Period of Japan, it should be the imprint left by Miyamoto Musashi in the black autumn water, but it was awakened by Miyamoto Lang's special secret method, which is similar to the function of 'divine fighting' in the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom.

The phantom was dressed in black armor of the Japanese Sengoku and wore a crown of moon and sun patterns on its forehead, and the entire phantom exuded immense power.

The other party has been dead for hundreds of years, but he can still retain his imprints, and his martial arts achievements are terrifying, so it is no wonder that he is a famous sword saint in the Japanese martial arts world.

"But even if Miyamoto Musashi arrives, it's not my opponent, let alone a remnant left behind. Zhuo Bufan shook his head, his eyes indifferent.

"Presumptuous. ”

Miyamoto Lang snorted coldly, and at the same time, the phantom who had originally closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light flashed in his eyes, shooting out two golden beams of light, rushing straight through Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan's pupils also shot out two golden rays, and the two golden rays collided together, silently, but everyone who was a hundred meters away felt a headache, this was just the impact of spiritual power.

"Zhuo Bufan, it is your honor that you can die at the hands of my ancestors today. Miyamoto Lang said coldly while holding the black autumn water.

The tall phantom behind him seemed to have become his shadow, and he also raised the illusory black autumn water in his hand, as if the two had become one, and at this time, the aura on Miyamotoro's body skyrocketed again.

"Could it be that Mr. Miyamoto has been promoted to become a sword master?"

"We haven't been a sword master in Japan for sixty years. ”

"Meet the new Juggernaut. ”

Many Japanese warriors knelt down with great awe.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Gong Ben Lang, the strength of the real sword saint should be in the late stage of foundation building, but Gong Ben Lang is still a little behind, at most he has the strength of a half-saint, but even the strength of a half-saint also makes Zhuo Bufan feel a pressure.

Airplanes......

The Ice Emperor Rain Sword and Arowana in his hand also let out bursts of trembling and sword roars, as if they were very excited.

"Good man, fight with me. ”

Miyamoto Lang frantically poured all the true elements of his body into the black autumn water, the whole knife was buzzing and trembling, and the color became pitch black as ink, more simple and ordinary, as if in a tourist attraction, sword ornaments that can be bought everywhere.

He is infinitely condensing the true yuan in the black autumn water, without the slightest movement and waste, and the true yuan is condensed on one point, although there is no huge momentum, but the power in it is unimaginable.

"Bing Dao Mirror. ”

Miyamoto opened his mouth slightly.

The Hyodo Mirror is a book written by Miyamoto Musashi, which contains his own cognitive understanding of martial arts, as well as the conjecture and pursuit of a deeper realm, almost all of his martial arts will, and it is also the most powerful sword technique.

Martial Will, True Yuan, and Martial Arts are almost three in one, swallowing up the light of the sun and the moon, and a huge dark cloud has covered the sky above Watanabe Village without knowing what is appropriate.

Miyamoto's white hair flew backwards, like a god and demon.

That annihilation-like aura even Zhuo Bufan had to be treated with caution, but even so, there was a stubborn flame jumping in the young man's eyes, which was the tenacity and fortitude formed by his three hundred years of hard cultivation and life and death tribulations.

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents. ”

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, two cold rays appeared in his pupils, and after a while, his face returned to calm, he drew his sword and jumped up, simply relying on the strength of his body, leaping thirty meters.

"Death. ”

In the same way, Miyamoto has already accumulated energy, this is his strongest sword, and it leaps up like destroying heaven and earth.

In the cloudy sky, a black sword and a silver sword sword cut through the sky, pulling out traces dozens of meters long behind the master.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, his sword eyebrows were flying, and his eyes were full of indomitable determination.

Miyamoto Lang pinched the black autumn water, his eyes were blood-red, like gods and demons.

The two swords collided together, and a powerful impact ring spread for hundreds of meters, the wind howled, the grass and trees flew, and even the people a hundred meters away were blown to the ground by the violent breath. The ground beneath him collapsed under the pressure of the leaking power, cracking out spider-like cracks, extending for a hundred meters, as if it had been bombarded by a cannonball.