In less than a minute of the battle, the eighteen ghost shadow warriors were beaten to death by the evil star and turned into slag.

Even if he was the third sect master of the empire, he couldn't see Jin Rui's killing skills clearly, and could only see Jin Rui's vague figure.

Jin Rui in the battlefield appeared and kicked the last ghost shadow down hundreds of meters away.

With both hands flipped, two strangely shaped hand knives jumped into their hands.

The moment he saw these two knives, Musashi Hanbei suddenly tightened his pupils, and his heartbeat accelerated to the maximum.

The two swords were infinitely magnified in Musashi Hanbei's eyes, and in an instant, Musashi Hanbei was brought back to the memories of the great war twenty-four years ago.

At that time, I was only twenty-seven years old.

As the future leader of the martial arts soul field, he followed his father, grandfather, and uncle to the East Ying Sea on a plane to intercept and kill a group of masters who had invaded the empire.

That battle was hailed as the crushing defeat of the empire and the battle for the rise of the empire.

With the cooperation of the navy, land, and air forces, thousands of masters of the empire besieged an innate great sect master on the beach of Jian River, and beat this innate great sect master into powder alive.

In that battle, the empire's five thousand ninjas, ronins, swordsmen, and warriors were killed by the innate great sect master like leeks.

And before he was ten meters away from the man, he was beaten by the overwhelming anger, and he escaped a life by pretending to be dead.

One warship after another was blown up by this man's punch and sunk with a kick.

The barrels of the giant cannons on the warship were easily broken by this man and thrown into the sky, and the helicopter was smashed to slag.

The three armies of the navy, land and air force plus 5,000 warriors were madly abused by this man!

This Innate Great Sect Master didn't know his name until two days ago.

is also the last line of defense, Jin Feng!

At that time, Jin Feng's ferocity had become his lingering nightmare.

Especially those two hand knives!

At that time, Jin Feng was holding two knives, like an ancient fierce beast, and when the true yuan was urged, the red sword was fifty meters long, cutting at will, like a laser.

Rows of warriors, rows of landing craft, and rows of amphibious tanks were cut in two.

His uncle, grandfather, and father died under this red knife!

There are no dead bodies!

It was the worst mark that will never be forgotten!

A past that once woke up in a dream for countless nights!

At this time, there was a bang!

Musashi Hanbei, who was immersed in a nightmare, woke up and saw Jin Rui lying on the ground full of his disciples and brothers.

Jin Rui stood calmly ten meters away from the opposite side, and the blood-soaked double knives sucked up all the blood in an instant, becoming clear and spiritual.

Musashi Hanbei's heart is cold!

The four ronin swordsmen in front of him drew their swords and stepped forward without hesitation to kill Jin Rui.

The four ronins worked together, and the sword light was confusing, facing the rising sun, and the sun was shining.

Jin Rui moved his body, stabbed left and right, pulled back with his hand, and sent his left hand into another person's throat.

The four ronin swordsmen stood still, Jin Rui shook his double knives lightly, and the four ronins looked at Jin Rui blankly, and their bodies suddenly exploded.

Ten meters away, Musashi Hanbei was splashed with blood, and he was stunned.

A large lump of flesh and blood hit him in the face, as if he didn't know it.

The two eyes looked at Jin Rui blankly, and the treasure knife in his hand fell suddenly.

Jin Rui inserted his hands behind his back, reached out and sucked the sword on the ground, held the sword tightly, and lightly drew the sword body.

The sword body is one foot out of the sheath, and the sword makes the sound of a dragon roaring for a long time.

A pool of silver spring is cool to the heart!

The body of the sword is quadrangular, the cold is pressing, and the head of the sword is a single facet, shining with cold light in the sun.

This is the only remaining Tang knife in the world, inheriting the Han sword, and it is still brand new and valuable for thousands of years.

This is the ultimate dream of every swordsman, a true divine blade.

A famous sword through the ages, a seven-star dragon sword!

"It's your turn! Musashi Hanbei!"

Musashi Hanbei's hands were shaking, his eyes were glazed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his legs trembled.

The move that the evil star had just used to solve his four squires was exactly the same as the one he had used to kill his grandfather, father, and two uncles twenty-four years ago.

It was as if at this moment, Musashi Hanbei was back to that moment of the day.

Kill the gods!

The God of Killing has risen again!

Kill the god and he lives again!!

"Ah!!h

Musashi Hanbei held his face in his hands high, howling wildly, clutching his head and face hard, and letting out a heart-rending howl from his mouth.

A handful of hair and scalp were ripped off by the Musashi half-guards, and blood was rolling down.

His face was scratched by himself, and he was incontinent.

"Killing God—"

"Kill the gods————"

Musashi Hanbei looked at Jin Rui, his eyes were confused, he took a few steps back, raised his right hand, and gnawed frantically with a big mouth.

In an instant, the flesh and blood blurred, and the blood surged,

"The Devil ......"

"The devil—"

"Blood Shura King—"

While biting and tearing his arm, his mouth full of bloody teeth like a beast, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.

Step by step, he retreated, but he didn't realize that the fire was burning him.

Everyone burned all over their bodies in an instant, and Musashi Hanbei still let out a hoarse howl from his mouth.

"The devil—"

"Demons—"

The stench spread through the sky, and Musashi Hanbei was burned to charcoal.

Jin Rui took a heavy sip.

"Coward!"

At the same time, he was disappointed and had infinite admiration for his father.

My father has been dead for twenty-four years, but at this moment, he can scare the martial arts sect of the Dongying Martial Soul Dojo into incontinence, and he is scared into a nervous disorder.

Zhuge Liang and Zhang Fei are nothing more than that!

His father turned out to be an innate great sect master, he was twenty-four years old, but he had just entered the martial arts, and he still had a long way to go before his father.

He looked coldly at the corpses on the ground, revealing a hideous smile.

Backhanded, he took out the 'Shura' concentrating bomb from his backpack, adjusted the time, threw it on the ground, turned and flew away.

Five minutes later, an earth-shattering loud bang came from the small island of the Dongying Empire's Martial Dao Soul Field, and it was completely razed to the ground.

Three hours later, Jin Rui appeared in the cherry blossom city of Iga Palace.

He was greeted by a closed door and a sign at the door saying no.

The four weak attendants bowed to Jin Rui tremblingly and told Jin Rui something.

Jin Rui smiled coldly after hearing this, and said lightly: "You cowards and devils ......"

Kicking the 1,500-year-old Shenmu Gate and flying the four attendants, Jin Rui strode into the Iga Palace.

This is the place where the Sakura Empire worships Amaterasu and various gods of Sakura Country.

It is also the place where the ancestors of the cherry blossom royal family are located, which is equivalent to the combination of the temple and the temple in ancient times.

Iga Shrine is divided into the Outer Shrine and the Inner Shrine, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and no aliens have been stationed since its establishment.

Especially the Inner Shrine.

Even the Allied commanders of the First Empire were rejected from the Inner Palace.

However, this is a joke for Jin Rui.

From the Wind God Palace all the way to the Water God Palace, and then to the Earth God Palace, there was not even a ghost shadow along the way.

This made Jin Rui too disappointed.

Iga Palace, a place where the highest spiritual symbol of the entire Taimiao and the temple, was abandoned by the Sakura Empire?

"The palace master of the Divine Palace doesn't dare to fight, okay. Wait for Lao Tzu. ”

rushed directly into the Inner Shrine, smashing everything in between, all the rage.

The statue of Amaterasu was smashed, the tablets of the ancestors of the Sakura Empire were smashed, and the palaces of the earth gods, wind gods, and water gods were blown up.

The other shrines, Amaterasu's parents, and younger brothers' shrines could not escape Jin Rui's clutches.

Smash it clean, smash it hard!

Punch the ground with both fists, and through the echo, you will immediately find the treasure trove of Iga Palace, which is the highest bunker with the most heavily defended and highest security level in the entire Sakura Empire.

With two knives in hand, he planted the onions upside down, and his body spun, like a high-speed rotating shield machine, aiming at the bunker and drilling wildly.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the full 20 meters of concrete was like a soft cake under the double knife, and it was easy to drill through.

The alarm bell in the bunker sounded, and countless automatic weapons fired at Jin Rui.

All the mechanisms were triggered by Jin Rui, and dense poisonous gases, lasers, hidden weapons, and cages like raindrops covered Jin Rui overwhelmingly.

Jin Rui was unharmed, and walked around the bunker, and all the treasures treasured by the entire Sakura Empire were smashed clean by Jin Rui.

With a knife that exploded the safe, Jin Rui entered the vault at the core of the Sakura Empire.