The Three Artifacts are the top treasures of Japanese legend, and none of them symbolizes not only power, status, and power, but also the will of the gods.

The three artifacts in the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword have the destructive power of everything that cannot be broken, the Eight Continent can reflect all negative factors, not only malicious attacks, but also disasters and bad luck, and the Eight Feet Qiong Hook Jade provides the holder with endless power and purifies the holder's body from being polluted.

Holding three artifacts at the same time can exert the power stored in the creation god.

It is said that these three artifacts have been kept in the hands of the royal family, but it is rumored that some core members of the imperial family have never seen what the three artifacts look like.

But the legend of the three artifacts has never been broken, who knows that the three artifacts are all in the hands of Ampei Qingming.

Ampere Qingtian's own strength, coupled with the three artifacts, shocked many people's eyes and faces with joy.

"What reason does this person have for not dying?"

"Hehe, let this kid hand over the Divine Realm Method, this kid refuses to hand it over, and now he won't want to hand it over to Master Ampere. The corners of Iga's mouth turned up slightly, and he sneered.

The others also smiled, as if they had seen Mo Fan defeated under An Pei Qingming.

On the flat ground, Mo Fan looked at An Pei Qingming, who had mastered the three artifacts, and his indifferent gaze swept over the sword and the eight-inch mirror in the clouds of the sky, and finally landed on the eight-foot Qiong Hook Jade, and a trace of surprise appeared.

"Ampere Qingming, that's all?"

On Amper's handsome face, thin lips just opened, and a thunderous voice came from the lake next to him.

"And me, Miyamoto. ”

"Wu!"

The sound of thunder entered people's ears, as if a knife had pierced them directly, and their bodies trembled involuntarily, with unspeakable pain.

Hearing this name, all of the people present except for Mo Fan had an unconcealable shock on their faces again, and they all followed the sound to look in the direction of Xiaohu.

The small lake that was as calm as a mirror just now, I don't know when the surface of the lake began to shake violently, as if a pair of big hands were shaking the whole lake vigorously.

In the midst of the shock, an island that looks like a cemetery rises slowly from the middle of the lake.

The island is thousands of square meters in size, the highest is about 100 meters, and it is full of graves, which grow larger and larger as it rises.

There are more or less various kinds of swords inserted on each grave, especially on the most central grave, which is piled up by various ancient swords hundreds of meters high.

At the top of this tomb, a man dressed in a samurai suit and covered in wounds, holding a sword in each hand, appeared and towered majestically.

The cold face, sharp eyes, and shuddering breath all make people shiver inexplicably.

Not only people, but as soon as this man appeared, in addition to the Tiancong Cloud Sword in Ampei Qingming's hand, the swords in the hands of everyone present also trembled, as if they were afraid of this place and this person.

"This is the sword mound, the ancestral land of the Miyamoto family?" said the Taoist priest with a shocked face.

This place is the most mysterious place of the Miyamoto family, where not only the ancestors of the Miyamoto family and famous swordsmen are buried, but also countless famous swords.

But whoever is defeated at the hands of the swordsmen of the Miyamoto family, those people's swords will be stripped and thrown on this sword mound, so this sword mound is also called the place where the sword is buried.

Every year, many swordsmen come to the Miyamoto family to challenge the sword in the sword mound, but in the past hundred years, no outsider has been able to break into the sword mound and come out alive.

"Is that the head of the Miyamoto family?" someone asked, looking at the man on the sword mound.

"It used to be Miyamoto Zang, and now it is Miyamoto Musashi, the ancestor of the Miyamoto family. The white-eyed monk stared at the man and said solemnly.

He is a disciple of Buddhism, and his eyes have been opened in the six consciousnesses, and he is the best at looking at people's souls.

This is Miyamoto's body, but there are two souls in it, the soul that belongs to Miyamoto is already as weak as a candle flame, and it will be extinguished at any time, and the other soul is like an ordinary peerless sword, which is not weaker than Ampei Qingming.

Such a person is only the ancestor of the Miyamoto family, Japan's first swordsman Miyamoto Musashi.

"Miyamoto Musashi, isn't he already dead?" said Iga with wide eyes and shock.

Miyamoto Musashi was a man from more than 400 years ago, how could he be resurrected?

"Isn't the character of Lord Ampere a thousand years ago alive, and Lord Ampere is here, what is so difficult about trying to pull Lord Miyamoto out of the Yin and Yang Realm?"

"This ......" Many people around didn't say anything more, but the look of shock in the eyes of Miyamoto Musashi didn't disappear at all.

Miyamoto Musashi, also resurrected.

With a sound of "Peng", the sword mound was completely raised, filling up the entire small lake.

In the center of the island, Miyamoto Musashi walked down from the largest tomb and walked towards Mo Fan.

The footsteps of "Dong Dong", with a special melody, make people's hearts involuntarily contract and expand with the ups and downs of his feet.

On the helicopter in the sky, Ao Tian and the others looked at Miyamoto Musashi on the ground.

"This man is strong. Ao Tian said solemnly.

"How powerful?" An Xiaoxuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked worriedly.

"I can cut this king in two. Ao Tian stared at Miyamoto Musashi.

He rarely felt this way, Mo Fan's breath was released when it was released, and the breath on Amperey Qingming's body also made him very uneasy, and the same was true for the breath on this person's body.

"This ......" Bai Wushuang's words came to his lips and swallowed again, but his eyes looking at Mo Fan were full of worry.

"Then who is stronger between my brother and this person?" Xiaoyu asked with a clasp of her cheek.

"It's hard to say about this king. Ao Tian hesitated and said.

Mo Fan's aura is restrained, if he doesn't let it out, it's almost like an ordinary young man, and there is nothing special about it.

So he had seen Mo Fan shoot a few times, but he still didn't know how strong Mo Fan's strength was.

Every time Mo Fan made a move, it would only make Mo Fan feel more and more incomprehensible.

This swordsman is just the opposite, his breath is like a peerless sword that has been tempered by thousands of hammers, it is extremely sharp, like the sun, he doesn't know how to converge, and he doesn't need to be restrained.

With such two diametrically opposed people, he really doesn't know who wins or loses.

If he was really asked to give an answer, he would guess that Mo Fan would lose, because in addition to Miyamoto Musashi, there were two other people next to him, one Ampei Qingming and one Tengu, and Mo Fan's chances of winning were much smaller.

"Boom!" Ampei Qingming stopped not far behind Mo Fan's right, forming an angle with Ampei Qingming and Tengu, surrounding Mo Fan inside.

"That kid, are you going to destroy my Miyamoto family?" Miyamoto Musashi stared at Mo Fan with cold eyes and asked.

Mo Fan turned his head and glanced at Miyamoto Musashi, without surprise, let alone the slightest fear, and returned to Ampei Qingming, a few words spit out from his mouth. "Anything else?"