The temperament on Murong Wuxi's body is like a divine dragon floating in the nine heavens.

The master's move only needs one action.One look can immediately distinguish the opponent's skill.At this moment, Takeda Nobuyoshi and Fujiwara Takumi are full of big men.A depressing aura immediately rushed from all around.

"Why did the seniors kill us." Fujiwara Takumi's face was pale.The momentum emanating from Murong Wuxian's body was too powerful.The suppression made him a little suffocated.

"Kill you, I'll kill Wangyun Shouyue." The Qingyun Sword in Murong Wuxi's hand made a crisp sound and trembled.

Takeda Nobuyoshi and Fujiwara Takumi shuddered all over their bodies after seeing the sword in Murong Wuji's hand.

When the two of them heard Wangyun Shouyue, they were surprised, the man in front of them actually knew Wangyun Shouyue, and listened to his tone, as if he was going to kill Wangyun Shouyue.

Takeda Nobuyoshi and Fujiwara Takumi's palms were full of sweat, and they didn't dare to have a trace of distraction under the pressure of Murong Wuji's powerful momentum dancing wildly.

"Kill." Takeda Nobuyoshi yelled, since the other party had made up his mind, then he had to strike first.

Takeda Nobuyoshi's figure suddenly flashed, and appeared out of thin air in front of Murong Wuji, the long knife in his hand was mixed with cold and piercing bones, and the knife momentum slashed horizontally towards the powerful opponent. Seeing that the ninja knife was about to reach Murong Wuji's eyes, suddenly Murong Wuji's figure flickered, and an elegant black shadow passed by.

Murong stood with a sword without a trace, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, at my age, I don't have such skills as you."

"Who the hell are you?" Takeda Nobuyoshi asked in disbelief, his momentum just now had locked on the man in front of him, why was he still able to escape.

Murong Wuxi's eyes showed deep memories: "I remember that year, the snow was very big, it was very big, the sky was full of flying snowflakes, and the cherry blossoms also withered and fell under the blow of the snow."

"I was in your country that year, and there was a little girl, who was very cute, and she was playing on the side of the road, but the people of your country, wanted to take him away, and I was standing aside, and there were four of them, and each of them was very strong, and I killed him with a sword, so I took the little girl and broke a branch of your cherry tree. I want you to know that not everyone can move, not everyone can mess with it."

"For the sake of your young age, I didn't use a sword, just a rattan, Lechuan Ryu, Kaga Ryu, Iga Ryu and all other schools seem to have been pumped by me with a rattan stick.

Murong stood there without a trace, arrogantly, as if telling a story, telling them in the simplest and least language.

Takeda Nobuyoshi and Fujiwara Takumi turned pale after listening to Murong Wuji's words.Murong Wuji's words are easy for people to understand.People who use rattan to teach them rattan In Huaxia, rattan is the elders who teach the younger generations.

And a name suddenly appeared in the minds of the two: "Long Yin."

At that time, this incident did cause a great sensation in the island country, and a name spread among all the forces, that is, Huaxia... LONG Yin.

The man in front of him turned out to be Long Yin, who had disappeared for more than thirty years, and Long Yin, who had not appeared in the era of the Sword Master.

"You're Long Yin." Takumi Fujiwara said in horror.

If the person in front of him is really Long Yin back then, then the two of them can't escape at all.So many masters in the island country didn't leave him behind.Let him leave the island country with a little girl in his arms.

Murong Wuxian smiled lightly: "It seems to be, I haven't heard this name for many years."

At this moment, the hearts of the two of them were already cold, if this person was really Long Yin, then the two of them would definitely not have a chance to escape.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw in each other's eyes that they were determined to fight to the death.

"Kill." The two of them roared, the ninja knife in their hands appeared, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

Murong Wuxian sighed slightly, and said with a deep look in his eyes: "Even if those who stop me are gods and demons, I will kill them."

A violent momentum suddenly appeared on Murong Wuji's body, and the Qingyun Sword in his hand came out.

"Sword net world." Murong Wuxian jumped into the air and slashed the Qingyun Sword in his hand in the air.

"Wow." As soon as this sword qi fell, a spider web-shaped picture suddenly appeared around it, covering the ground and leaving.

There was a hissing sound on the ground, and cracks appeared on the ground.

The figures of Takeda Nobuyoshi and Fujiwara Takumi appeared on the ground in an instant, and the eyes of the two showed deep horror.

The sound of "click" is endless.

Every time the two of them blocked a sword qi, their faces turned pale. Finally, a trace of blood spilled out of the mouths of the two of them, and the faces of the two became even paler.

With a "magnetic pull", a sword qi slashed through the chests of the two of them, a scar came out, and the clothes on their bodies were instantly dyed red.

"Boom." Finally, the two of them blocked all the sword qi, and the two of them were also half-kneeling on the ground at this moment, and blood began to gush from the corners of their mouths, eyes, and ears.

"You're so strong, I don't know if your sword master is as powerful as you." Takeda Nobuyoshi said weakly.

"The sword master is stronger than me, but they will always hide until the end, and you will never try his depth." Murong Wuxian said lightly, as if the things in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"No wonder, no wonder, both the sword master and the sword master always surprise people in the end, it turns out that you have been hiding all along, you have never shown your real strength, you are like cats, and we are like mice, being teased by you mercilessly."

"Okay, you can die." Murong Wuxian suddenly swung a sword light across the air.

"Wow."

The eyes of Nobuyoshi Takeda and Takumi Fujiwara on the ground slowly became hollow, and a trace of blood spilled from their necks, and a very small wound was on their necks.

Murong Wuxian looked around and said softly: "You've seen enough, don't make trouble in Huaxia, otherwise you will be the soul of my sword."

As soon as the words fell, Murong Wuxi's figure disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to calm.

At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared here, looking at the tragic situation in front of him, and muttered: "What a strong sword qi, what a tough sword intent."