The middle-aged man is tall, but not bloated at all, standing on top of the boulder, as if blending into the entire mountaintop, full of quaint charm.

And the blood-colored long knife he carried on his back was not as evil as the world imagined, except for the strange color, it was like a simple and simple sword that had been passed down for a long time.

He just stood there with his hands in his hands, looking at Shizuoka Prefecture at night in the distance, and said slowly:

"Lin Chengjun, do you know why I chose Mt. Fuji. As a duel between you and me?"

"Is it because he is the highest mountain in Quanfusang?" Lin Cheng said lightly with a calm expression.

"Not bad. The middle-aged man nodded leisurely and said with a little emotion: "The top of Mount Fuji is the highest altitude in the entire Fuso, and it is here." You can see the whole of Shizuoka and even Tokyo Castle dozens of kilometers away. ”

"It's the only place here that can match the martial arts of you and me. ”

His fluency in Chinese is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. If he wasn't sure that he was Miyamoto Hanzo, Lin Cheng might have thought he was from Huaxia.

Lin Cheng looked at it as he said, looking down on the entire mountain.

The sky is dark, and Shizuoka Prefecture is lit up like a pearl in the darkness, and in the distance, Tokyo is like a brilliant ribbon of lights across the night.

The lights are lit at the bottom of the mountain, and the cold wind is howling on the top of the mountain.

"The top of Fuso, the top of martial arts. ”

Miyamoto Hanzo guarded like this, and finally set his eyes on Lin Cheng, with a fierce battle intent in his eyes: "Lin Chengjun, do you know why I am only ranked thirteenth on the red list and dare to challenge you?"

Lin Cheng was silent, looking at the long knife behind him.

"Demon Knife Muramasa?"

Miyamoto Hanzo smiled silently: "There are his reasons, but Lin Chengjun, you underestimate me too much Fuso martial artist, since I inherited the name Miyamoto, there is no fear in my life dictionary, even if there is no demon sword Muramasa, I will definitely challenge you." ”

"Because the road of martial arts has reached the camera, even if I have been in Fusang for ten years and defeated all the strong people in the world, I will not be able to sell this last step at all, and your arrival has made my long-lost sword intent fluctuate. ”

"Today, as long as I defeat you, I will become a straight into the Divine Realm! Achieve the first Divine Realm swordsman in the past hundred years of Fusang!Recast the supreme glory of the Miyamoto family!!"

As he said this, the battle intent in his eyes surged almost substantially, full of fanaticism and enthusiasm for martial arts.

The fire of Fuso's kendo has not been extinguished to this day, perhaps because of such paranoia in their national character. And Miyamoto Hanzo. Apparently the most devout and fanatical of them all.

If Miyamoto Hanzo knew Xie Tianfeng, he would probably become a very good friend. ’

Seeing this scene, Lin Cheng suddenly thought of someone.

These two people have the same martial arts fanaticism, the same domination of the world, and the same pursuit of ambitions.

Even from a distance of tens of meters, Lin Cheng could feel the sword intent burning like a furnace in his body, the infinite power brought by the blood gushing from his heart, and the tenacious spirit like a boulder.

This Fusang Kendo No. 1 person, even if he didn't use the demon sword Muramasa, he had already surpassed the strong man Lin Cheng had seen.

Not to mention Xie Tianfeng, even the African powerhouse Ural that he once killed is not as terrifying as it.

"Unfortunately, Mt. Fuji is high, but when you look at the world, it is still an insignificant hill. Lin Cheng shook his head and sighed slightly.

Mt. Fuji is almost 4,000 meters above sea level. It is called the top of Fuso, but it can be placed in other places, but it can only be ranked third, fourth, or even tenth. It's not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, even if Miyamoto Hanzo's martial arts is already the pinnacle of Fuso, it is only average on the entire planet.

"But it's not your fault. After all, the land of projectiles is finally sitting in a well and watching the sky. Lin Cheng shook his head slightly, and said with some relief: "Okay, let's do it." I have other things to do. ”

"Lin Cheng, you are too arrogant!"

When Miyamoto Hanzo heard this, the sword intent flashed in his eyes, and his essence burst into three feet: "I Fusang is small." But there are people outside the world, and the truth that there is heaven outside the sky is still understood. It's Lin Cheng, I'm afraid that you have won a hundred battles since your debut, so you squinted!"

"You think you have beheaded an Aoki god of the pseudo-god realm. Can you dominate the world and roar Fusang?"

"True or False Divine Realm?

When Lin Cheng heard this, he finally became a little interested, and for the first time, he looked at Miyamoto Hanzo.

"Of course. But you may not get a chance to see it. ”

Miyamoto Hanzo's eyes showed a cold color, and he said with a cold expression: "Because when I kill you, I will be able to step into the real god realm!"

He said that, and put the demon knife village on the ground. Pull out an ancient sword from the boulder.

He actually wanted to use his sword to fight a decisive battle with Lin Cheng without the help of the demon sword Muramasa.

"Putting aside the authenticity of the Divine Realm for the time being, I advise you to use another knife, otherwise... You can't withstand my blow. Lin Cheng said lightly.

"Really?"

Miyamoto Hanzo let out a long laugh. But he didn't pay attention to it at all, and he had already drawn his knife out of its sheath.

"Bang dang!"

On the top of the mountain, a snow-bright sword rose into the sky.

The terrifying energy almost swept away the surrounding wind, instantly piercing through the ten-meter-long air, and slashing towards Lin Cheng with a sharp roar.

Before the knife approached, a cold and murderous aura rushed in, and under such a low temperature on the top of the mountain, white ripples were produced. It's as if it's going to freeze people's souls.

This is the mastery of the Miyamoto family, bitter cold, and it is rumored that it was founded by a generation of patriarchs on the Great Snow Mountain. If it is an ordinary transformation realm powerhouse, he can't even see the sword itself. is about to be slashed by the sword qi that comes from the sky.

"Don't you believe me?"

In this regard, Lin Cheng just didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, and just waved his hand.

Blood-red blood qi suddenly surged out, condensing into a blood-colored front in the void. The tide generally rushes forward. After the half-step bone refining is completed, Lin Cheng's casual blow can mobilize thousands of qi and blood, and Ural is here. I can't hold a breath.

"Boom!"

The snow-bright blade and the blood-colored front slammed together.

As if an earth-shattering explosion had occurred on Mt. Fuji, a terrifying shock wave swept out, and a small avalanche occurred near the center of the explosion.

The first time the two fought, the first collision shook the entire mountain!

"Huh?"

Miyamoto Hanzo's expression changed slightly.

In this blow just now, the two seemed to be evenly matched, but in fact, he lost, after all, he used a family secret method, and Lin Cheng just hit it casually.

And the most exaggerated thing is...... The sword intent in his body began to be a little disordered!

"How is this possible?"

Miyamoto Hanzo's eyes are uncertain.

Bitter cold chop is the best low temperature, on Mt. Fuji. It is completely capable of bursting out with two hundred percent of its might, but it is dissolved casually.

"Come again!"

Miyamoto Hanzo roared angrily, and the long knife rose again, and an extremely bright sword came out of his hand. It was twice as large as the previous sword qi, almost reaching a terrifying length of more than three meters.

And the white lines condensed are as penetrating as the frost of the extreme north, almost burying everything.

In this regard, Lin Cheng still only waved his hand.

The blood-colored front reappeared, flashing with dazzling brilliance, and rushed towards the killing sword.

"Sting!"

It's different from the crisp outcoming that roared before.

In the next second, under Miyamoto Hanzo's incredulous gaze, the sword he slashed out was like melted snow, and apart from the initial crispness, there was no sound to dissipate on the spot.

"How?"

Lin Cheng smiled faintly.

If it weren't for the five-billion-dollar jackpot, he wouldn't even have the idea of coming to Tokyo, let alone fighting Miyamoto Hanzo. After all, the two are no longer at the same level, so how can they talk about a duel?

But Miyamoto Hanzo didn't know, roaring and slashing out one knife after another, as if he was crazy.

The results speak for themselves.

Waiting to defeat the last sword qi, Lin Cheng finally got a little impatient, and his figure flashed in front of Miyamoto's half-hidden, a dazzling blood flashed, slashing towards his head.

At this point, Miyamoto Hanzo finally recognized the facts, but he did not dodge in the slightest, but sighed and reached out to hold the blood-colored long knife.

"Bang dang. ”

With a crisp sound, the 'Demon Knife Muramasa', whose evil name spread all over the world, was finally unsheathed.