Under the concerned gaze of Takeda Xuanfeng and others, Mo Xuan slowly walked to the bottom of Tokyo Tower and looked up at the towering tower, which was three hundred meters high. Standing below, the man felt as if he were an ant at the feet of a giant.

"Mr. Mo, Miyamoto-sama is already waiting for you at the top of the tower. ”

Takeda Xuanfeng walked over with a pretty face and said coldly.

"The next time you treat me with this look, I won't show mercy. Mo Xuan snorted lightly, and in the sudden change of color of Takeda Xuanfeng, he jumped violently, and his body shot straight into the sky like an arrow, and he actually jumped dozens of meters high. Then the body was like a big bird, a little on the iron tower, and it was dozens of meters high, and after several times in a row, it quickly rushed into the clouds, almost disappearing.

"This...."

Everyone under the tower gasped.

How Miyamoto Hongichi got up, they don't know, but Mo Xuan's way of going up is too much like a peerless light skill in a martial arts novel. How can a man leap tens or hundreds of meters? Almost completely ignoring gravity. No matter how strong he is, won't he be able to fly?

Takeda Xuanfeng's face was blue, and there was a horror in his eyes.

The more he reached the pinnacle of martial arts, the more he knew the horror of Mo Xuan's jump, because he didn't use anything at all, he jumped purely with the power of his body, which means how strong Mo Xuan's body must be to have this kind of bounce power?

Regardless of what everyone under the tower thought, Mo Xuan jumped to the top of the tower at this time. I saw a slender middle-aged man sitting on the viewing platform, and when he saw Mo Xuan coming up, he slowly spoke:

"Mochen Juejun, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The middle-aged man's body is slender and extremely well-proportioned, and his whole body is full of a harmonious charm.

He sat cross-legged with a wooden-sheathed katana lying across his lap, the scabbard was mottled with marks, as if it had been used for a long time, and the handle was white. This famous sword of the Megatron Island Country was casually placed on the man's knee, the man turned his back to Mo Xuan, looked at the night sky, and said leisurely:

"Did you know that Tokyo Tower is the tallest building in Tokyo and in Japan. We're here, and we can see the whole city of Tokyo in the distance. You and I are not only standing at the top of martial arts, but also standing at the peak of island countries and even East Asia. ”

The middle-aged man is so fluent in Chinese that he can hardly tell that it is spoken by a foreigner. Hiroichi Miyamoto was born in the early 20th century, when the top officials of the island nation knew Chinese, and he even traveled to China when he was young.

Mo Xuan put his hands behind his back and looked up, and sure enough, the entire city of Tokyo was in full view.

Although it was already dusk at this time, the surrounding skyscrapers and the streets of the major residential areas were lit up, but it did not hinder Mo Xuan's gaze at all, and he could even see Mount Fuji hundreds of kilometers away.

At this time, the lights of thousands of homes under the tower are like day, and the cold wind at the top of the tower is whistling like iron.

"Only at the top of this country is worthy of the martial arts of you and me. ”

Hiroichi Miyamoto let out a long sigh, slowly got up, and turned to face Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan only found out at this time that Miyamoto Hongichi's appearance was actually very young, he looked only in his thirties, and he didn't look like a drooping old man who was nearly 100 years old.

"Mojun, when the martial arts have reached the realm of you and me, it is already the end, and the only way to go up is to step into the divine realm, so as to transcend this world and be at ease. I have been crisscrossing the island country and the world for decades, and I have hardly met anyone who defeated me, and I have suffered from loneliness, until today, I am finally waiting for you. After speaking, Miyamoto Hongichi bowed to Mo Xuan extremely respectfully.

As if thanking God for sending him Mo Xuan, an opponent.

His eyes shone with a brilliant essence, full of enthusiasm and fanaticism for martial arts.

Only such a madman can sit in a bamboo hut for decades and practice martial arts.

"Divine Realm?"

Mo Xuan was a little surprised at this time because the divine realm was above Yang Shi, and there were atavists, saints, Yin Souls and Yang Shi in the middle

It can be said that when you become a god, you have become a god, and in the fairy realm, the god realm is the Dao realm

But the next moment, Mo Xuan figured it out, and he also felt a little funny, the so-called divine realm was just the divine realm of the martial arts people on the earth

At the top of the tower two or three hundred meters high, the hurricane is howling, and if ordinary people stand here, they will already be dizzy, and the station blown by the wind will not be able to stand steadily. But Miyamoto Hiroichi didn't move at all, as if the soles of his feet were rooted. He is like a big banner that goes straight into the sky, leaving the sky.

Mo Xuan could hear the surging blood in his body flowing like an ocean, surging and surging, he could feel the strong internal strength in his body as heavy as mercury, and he could feel that his spirit was as strong as a rock.

"To be honest, the divine realm you said in your mouth was only blown away in one breath in front of the real divine realm."

Hirokazu Miyamoto seemed to have heard some big joke when he heard this

"Hahahaha!!, just think that you are young and ignorant, and I won't say anything."

After he finished speaking, he inserted the long knife into the tower and stretched out a palm.

Miyamoto Hongichi actually wanted to defeat Mo Xuan with his bare hands, and he didn't even want to pull out the knife.

Takemiya Hongyi snorted coldly, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he didn't talk at all. Directly slash the knife in the air.

"Tear up. ”

In the void, there was a howling wind.

The huge sword qi rolled out from Takemiya Hongyi's hand, instantly slashing through the ten-zhang void, cutting through the night wind, and slashing towards Mo Xuan with an incomparably sharp scream.

Before this knife arrived, the overwhelming sword qi came in advance. The viewing platform on which Mo Xuan stands is made of steel. But there was a sharp grinding sound from above, like the sound of a blade cutting through an iron plate. There was even a grand sword intent, which enveloped Chen Fan from afar. If ordinary people are here, before the sword light arrives, they will be crushed by the sword intent first.

to the realm of Miyamoto Hongichi. Martial arts and spirit are no longer separated from each other.

This is what master magicians often call the unity of law and martial arts. Although a martial artist has no mana, with his huge martial will, he can also urge the vitality of heaven and earth and make all kinds of incredible abilities that are almost like spells.

"Broken. ”

In this regard, Mo Xuan just punched out from afar.

The strong aura condensed, and the cyan fist turned into a bright pillar of light, rushing towards the silver sword light, and shaking Miyamoto Hongichi's sword.

"Boom!"

The silver blade and the cyan fist collided together.

On the top of Tokyo Tower, as if a thunderbolt exploded, the huge residual energy rushed in all directions, lifting all the steel fences away, and the iron plate ground was punched out of potholes, and even the iron tower trembled.

The fight between these two people is like two heavy trucks colliding together, earth-shattering, and the sound is shaking for hundreds of miles!

"What!" Hiroichi Miyamoto was shocked

"Click. ”

With a crisp voice, his world-shattering famous sword 'Broken Water Flow' was finally unsheathed.

Broken water flow, three feet four inches long, by a generation of Japanese famous craftsmen Otsuka Zhong hundreds of years ago. It is said to have been the side sword of a swordsman in the Edo period, and it later fell into the hands of Takemiya Hirokazu. accompanied him through hundreds of years, crisscrossing Japan and East Asia, fighting all his life without defeat.

Originally, with the sword released with his bare hands, Miyamoto Hiroichi had the ability to suppress all the strong people under the god realm.

After all, his internal strength is condensed like substance, just like Mo Xuan's true yuan before, just by relying on this outward sword, he can cut gold and break iron, which is not inferior to ordinary famous sword gods. Even those masters and geniuses, as well as Hua Yunfeng, came here, and they had a headache in the face of Miyamoto Hongichi's sword gang that had been condensed for hundreds of years.

"Bang dang!"

On top of Tokyo Tower, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the night sky.

Countless Japanese people looked up at the top of Tokyo Tower at the same time. It's thunder and lightning again, can't it rain or not? At this time, the night is like ink, they are just ordinary people, how can they see the top of the tower hundreds of meters high? They can only vaguely feel that there seems to be violent movement above.

Only Takeda Xuanfeng and the others had solemn faces.

They knew that the shocking battle that would determine the martial arts world between Japan and China had finally begun.

When the broken water flowed out of the sheath, Miyamoto Hiroichi's momentum changed, and there was no trace of panic in his expression.

With a knife in his hand, he seemed to have turned back into the number one sword saint in Japan.

Hiroshi Miyamoto lay on the knife with both hands, and volleyed backwards and slashed at Mo Xuan. The silver sword flashed across the night sky, and this time, Miyamoto Hiroichi did not release the slightest bit of internal strength, and condensed it all in his silver long knife.

"Click. ”

The three-foot sword shook violently and stretched unsteadily, as if it was a little overwhelmed. Mo Xuan couldn't help but sigh secretly. An ordinary sword, Mo Xuan can cut it with his hand, but this is a broken water flow, and it is a broken water flow held in Miyamoto Hiroshi's hand.

At this moment, Miyamoto Hiroshi turned with a knife, and the person followed the knife, turning into a sword and rolling towards Mo Xuan. The others were still in the air, and they had already slashed eleven times in an instant. Fierce sword light enveloped Mo Xuan's body.

In an instant, Miyamoto Hongichi was already close to Mo Xuan, and he wanted to fight with Mo Xuan closely.

"Hand-to-hand combat? is exactly what I want" At this time, Mo Xuan's fighting spirit increased, and Mo Xuan just wanted to cultivate his body

Mo Xuan just punched out this.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound like rolling thunder came from the void, as if a giant millstone was spinning. Mo Xuan's punch speed is second only to the speed of sound. The void was shaking, as if it was almost pierced by him, and the indomitable intent of this punch was enough to make Tarzan lose his color. If an ordinary martial arts master faced this punch, he would probably die a long time ago, even if it was a transformation realm, it would be incomparable.

But Hiroshi Miyamoto is so powerful in the Divine Realm.

He had a knife in his hand, and the blade of the knife was in the air teasing, stabbing, intercepting, blocking, collapsing, wiping, belting, and entanglement, and in an instant, it changed more than ten times in a row, like flowing water, even hitting and eliminating, discharging most of Mo Xuan's strength, and then finally all the knives were united, turned into a knife, and slashed on Mo Xuan's fist.

"Dang!"

A sound that seemed to be the sound of a bell and a big Lu.

is like an iron rod smashed on top of a 10,000-jin bronze bell, and the blow of the two is not only mixed with Wan Jun's internal strength, but also a competition of flesh and strength. As the knives and fists intersected, Miyamoto Hongichi and Mo Xuan's feet both slammed into the floor and plunged into the floor. Tokyo Tower, which is made of steel, has been trampled on by them with four footprints.

Hiroshi Miyamoto took a step back again and again, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Mo Xuan would really dare to rely on his physical body to carry him with a knife. You must know that no matter how strong the internal strength is and how condensed the Gang Qi is, it is impossible to block his knife that splits the waterfall, but Mo Xuan blocked it, and it seems that he didn't receive much damage.

didn't know, Mo Xuan was also a little surprised. He shook his body and withdrew his fist, realizing that a white mark appeared on the back of his hand. It was the first time since he was reborn and returned that someone could hurt him, even if it was just daring to cut through the skin.

"Good!"

Mo Xuan was not surprised, laughed, his whole body was boiling, surging like an ocean, Mo Xuan didn't want to use the Dragon Emperor Ancestral Qi, after all, it was too bullying, and Mo Xuan also just wanted to exercise his body

He punched out again, and Mo Xuanren walked with the punch, like a dragon that had been dormant for a long time, soaring into the air, turning into a dragon soaring for nine days, swimming gracefully, dancing in the air.

"Jiaolong Change!"

Facing the horns of the Moxuan antelope, it was like a natural punch. Hiroichi Miyamoto also looked unprecedentedly dignified. The water flowed in his hand, and at the speed of a snail, it seemed to be slow and fast to make a knife.

This sword was still in the void, and it changed seventeen or eighteen times in a row, and finally turned into a perfect knife ring. The sword light circled a huge circle, covering his body, just like Tai Chi, with a peaceful Zen feeling. Martial arts reached the realm of Miyamoto Hongichi