Unlike Taoist monks, who possessed magic weapons, supernatural powers, Taoist techniques, and other means, the ancient human race did not have any supernatural powers, tools, or even a complete cultivation system, and some were just rough paths groped out in endless battles.

Compared with the two, the former seems to be a noble son in a luxurious robe, and a wicked man licking blood with a knife in the desert.

For the former, the opulence and splendor need to be considered, and for the latter, the fight and battle take over.

But this doesn't mean that the ancient human race is a fool and doesn't know how to use foreign objects to improve themselves, but most of the time they don't need external forces.

After all, if you can hammer any enemy to death with your fists, does the reckless man need to think about anything else?

But that era was wild after all, there were too many alien species, and under the nourishment of the huge Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, each one formed a strange supernatural power. The fists of the ancient human race have not always been invincible.

At the beginning, a certain ancestor, because some brute beasts hid too deeply, studied the method of looking at blood.

The same is true of Blood Hell.

According to the memories of the ancestors, the original name of this move was Prison, and it was a trip to the depths of the wilderness. It was created by the clan uncle who hunted Bai Feng for the younger son.

And why did this clan uncle create this bloodline method similar to supernatural powers, the reason is ...... It's incredible.

The silver phoenix of a group was slaughtered by him, and the strongest one tore through the void at the last moment and fled. And he, who has already killed hundreds of silver phoenixes, is actually ...... Annoyed and angry?!

At this point, he passed through the power of blood. This bloodline method called 'prison' was developed.

Even the ancestral memory could not determine whether this story was true or false, and the only thing Lin Cheng could be sure of now was that the fierce ancient human race would not consider whether it would be difficult for the younger generations to use this trick.

If it weren't for Lin Cheng's half-step bone refining consummation, and the bones in his body had been tempered, with his current cultivation, there would be no way to use this move, because the qi and blood needed were too much.

"Thorn Ridge!"

When the blood-colored chains emerged from all directions, Lin Cheng's pupils completely turned pure blood, like a real ancient god and demon, staring at Miyamoto Hanzo who was standing in place.

As for the black and red sword that suddenly appeared just now, it had already been suppressed by the Blood Prison without a trace.

In the face of such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth, even Miyamoto Hanzo's complexion changed at this moment.

He inherited the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi, and since he was a child, he has been the rising star of Fuso, and he has high hopes, and after his debut, he has challenged and killed countless masters. However, he had never seen such a supernatural power, even the most powerful onmyoji, he had never seen it.

Especially the blood-colored chains that gradually appeared in the canopy, even if Miyamoto Hanzo stepped into the divine realm, his heart was full of palpitations.

The warrior's natural instinct told him that he must not let this chain be encircled, otherwise...... There will be great danger coming!

Immediately, he let out a cold low roar, and two substantial sword intent gushed out from his eyes.

The sword intent is equivalent to the spiritual power of a martial artist, capable of touching the soul, and to some extent, the killing power even exceeds the real sword qi.

"Knock knock!"

The sword intent set off a storm and waves in the void, constantly impacting the blood-colored chains that came together.

It's like a Taoist powerhouse 'forming a Jindan guest, Fang is my generation', Miyamoto Hanzo after stepping into the divine realm is really strong. This sword intent alone is comparable to King Supanu, who has lived for hundreds of years, and even has a lot of surpasses, almost catching up with the Aoki God.

It's a pity that this blood-colored chain is not a divine power, but is composed of Lin Cheng's qi and blood, and it is completely unaffected by sword intent.

But...... Even if he used it against Lin Cheng, it was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and in the end it could only be in vain.

After all, no matter how strong the tide is. Unable to break the reef either!

Seeing that the blood-colored chains were not damaged at all, Miyamoto Hanzo instantly realized that something was wrong, and the demon knife village was suddenly unsheathed, and it was awe-inspiring, and the overwhelming sword qi suddenly came out in a frenzy.

He used this trick before, and when his spirit reached its peak, he barely succeeded it, but now he is at his fingertips.

This is the power of the Divine Realm - borrowing the power of heaven and earth, with a weak force, it bursts ten times more powerful.

Even if Miyamoto Hanzo is only a crippled god realm, he can already do this at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Countless sword qi slashed at the blood-colored chains, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

This time, the blood-colored chains were finally damaged, and gaps appeared, and cracks even appeared in serious places.

But it wasn't him who was the most terrible injury, but Mt. Fuji below.

Mt. Fuji, a symbol of Fuso, which was originally beautiful and only slightly unsightly, was swung by Miyamoto Hanzo's sword, and deep pits continued to emerge from the top of the mountain, revealing ugly cracks like centipedes.

And Lin Cheng was still standing in place, running the qi and blood in his body, instilling it into the chains. Between the ebb and flow of the tide. Miyamoto Hanzo cut out the crack, and it turned out to be restored again.

"How is this possible? Could it be that you are also a powerhouse in the God Realm?"

Miyamoto Hanzo's expression suddenly changed, and he roared in disbelief.

This kind of powerful supernatural power at least needs to be completed in one month by adding up all the top ten yin and yang masters in Fusang. Unless it is a god realm powerhouse who mobilizes the vitality of heaven and earth. Never be able to recover instantly!

"Divine Realm?"

Lin Cheng smiled contemptuously when he heard this, and said lightly: "I said before that you Fusang is a frog at the bottom of the well, but you still don't believe it." The Divine Realm is very powerful, but in my eyes, what is it?"

He said so. Slowly stretched out his hands, and his hands suddenly closed, and the blood-colored chains in the void suddenly accelerated, as if two huge grinding discs were constantly colliding, blocking the entire world.

Even if it's a fool. We all know that when the blood-colored chains are completely enveloped, there will be a great terror to come. What's more, it's Miyamoto Hanzo?

I saw him roar wildly, his eyes were black and red, and the Muramasa knife continued to slash out violent bright blades. Crashing into the chains.

"Extermination, bitter cold slash!"

"Mystery, breaking the sky!"

"Lore ......"

Miyamoto Hanzo slashed out more than ten knives, and in the end, he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body was wildly agitated, and finally all of them were poured into the Muramasa Demon Knife, as if he was holding a huge ball of light in his hand.

And then. A swing of the knife.

"Die to ...... Raw!"

In the void, a brilliant thunderous sword swept by, with a terrifying power to the extreme, like a meteor crossing the sky, slashing towards the chains that were about to converge at the end.

This moment. Not to mention the people under the mountain, even the people of Tokyo City, dozens of kilometers away, saw this dazzling brilliance and fell into an incredible mood.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Countless people were terrified.

And many of the strong people under the mountain were trembling, staring at the top of the mountain. I thought to myself, 'Who is going to win?'

You must know that this is not only related to the gambling fight, but also the martial arts circles of the two countries, and even ...... The battle for power!

And just then, a flat voice came down from the mountain.

"Lock-Dragon!"

An endless sea of blood appeared behind Lin Cheng, almost obscuring the entire mountaintop. Then it turned into hundreds of blood-colored chains, which lay in the sky, and suppressed downward.

Miyamoto Hanzo still had the ecstasy of shattering the previous chains in his eyes, and he had already been pierced through his chest by countless blood-colored chains, and any expression was frozen on that face of disbelief.

His realm is a god realm, and his moves have also burst out with the power of the god realm, but the blood prison is a killing move prepared by the ancient human race to imprison and kill the savage beasts.

Those existences that tore apart the sky at will all disappeared under the power of the Blood Prison, not to mention Miyamoto Hanzo? Even if Lin Cheng only exerted one percent of his strength, he would definitely die.

"Boom!"

The sound of brilliant swords and blood-colored chains clashing. At this time, it was revealed, as if countless cannonballs exploded on the top of the mountain, and even set off a large mushroom cloud, which shocked people's hearts.

"This.... No way... I'm God... Divine Realm...."

The hole in Miyamoto Hanzo's chest was almost transparent, but he couldn't swallow it in one breath.

That's what it is. He didn't believe that stepping into the divine realm, he was already invincible, and in the end, he would be defeated by Lin Cheng, and it was in this state of being absolutely crushed.

Didn't the ancient books say that the divine realm is the strongest in the world......? How can you still lose?

But he didn't believe it anymore. It was no match for the body that had lost its vitality, so he glanced at Lin Cheng with difficulty, and then ...... With a snap, the short line generally falls completely from the clouds.

This is the thirteenth on the red notice list, and he has already stepped into the divine realm with two feet. At this point, completely dead!

No third person knows why.

Only the pieces of rubble, Mt. Fuji under the howling wind, quietly witnessed this moment.

……

The big explosion at the top of the mountain touched the hearts of everyone under the mountain.

Therefore, when the dust settled, there was no sound for a long time, and a string was raised in everyone's hearts.

"Did Miyamoto-sama win?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course! Born to die, the Miyamoto family has been unlearned for generations, and Lord Musashi used this trick to kill the big demon, not to mention a small Chinese powerhouse?"

The Fuso warrior who knew the history of the Miyamoto family said loudly.

Sujiro and the others also nodded in their hearts, but he didn't believe in this move, but believed in the power of the demon sword Mushimasa. It is rumored that it is an evil existence that can make people have the power of the god realm.

No matter how strong Lin Cheng is, it is not a god realm. It is also destined to fall again.

"I just don't know what Miyamoto-sama sacrificed, but it would be a pity if it was a lifespan. ”

Genmu Nagaming sighed secretly, but soon showed a smile again: "But even so, Miyamoto-sama can live for at least ten years." A god realm powerhouse who suppresses the world. I guess some people don't want to see it. ”

Thinking so, his eyes fell on Li Zhuxin, who was clenching his fists in the corner.

The top powerhouses of the Huaxia Special Front entered the country, and it was strange that they didn't know about it, but they didn't break it.

'Lin Cheng, you megalomaniac!'

Li Zhuxin's eyes were red.

She felt that something was wrong before, but thinking about how Miyamoto Hanzo would leave Lin Cheng alive, she didn't expect it......

A group of Chinese warriors also looked like water, and many of them were even gloomy, as if their spirit and spirit had been drained away.

And just when everyone in Fusang was in ecstasy, and even ready to celebrate, a rapidly falling figure smashed to the ground, blasting out a small hole.

"Lin Cheng's corpse?"

Everyone paused for a moment, and then they all smiled.

And in the next second, the faces of all the Fusang powerhouses on the field changed drastically, and an iron-blue color appeared.

But I saw that it was not Lin Cheng lying in the pit at all, but a middle-aged swordsman covered in blood and a huge hole in his chest - the first powerhouse of Fuso martial arts, Miyamoto Hanzo!

There was a dead silence in the audience.