The two brightly clad mothers in front of the convoy were the first to see Miyamoto Musashi's figure, and without any superfluous nonsense, they directly drew their sabers.

These Praetorian Guards, who once belonged to the Daimyo alone, were transformed by Xu Fu with secret techniques, and without a trace of humanity and mercy, they became Xu Fu's puppets, the most loyal Praetorian Guards, and excellent executioners......

Even if there is a sea of swords and fires ahead, they will faithfully carry out all of Xu Fu's orders.

The two mothers urged the war horse under the crotch, and the war horse gradually accelerated from trot, and the sound of the horse's hooves was like a war drum, rumbling.

The mother's clothes draped behind them rose in the wind, turning into huge blood-red spheres, and with the crimson armor and hideous ghost masks, they were like ghost generals returning from the ghost gate.

"Give me my Atong. ”

Miyamoto Musashi said this silently in his mind, his eyes becoming more and more indifferent, and at the same time as the iron hoof was about to step on him, he suddenly got up, and put the two famous swords, one long and one short, into the sheath respectively.

The sword is in the sheath, and the sword is the sharpest, and if the scabbard is lost, it is not beautiful.

In history, the decisive battle between Miyamoto Musashi and the Fuso sword saint Kojiro Sasaki, the reason why he was able to win, was an important reason why he was late angered Sasaki Kojiro and made him lose the scabbard himself.

A sword fell, and the people and horses were divided into two sections, flying from both sides of Miyamoto Musashi, splashing blood, just one sword, and the two horses who could even fight with the grandmaster were killed in an instant.

"Give me back my Atong. He roared, and the wind rose in the wilderness, and whistled through the valley, and when the two swords were no longer sheathed, they went forward in the canyon and set off to kill.

The roar also reached Ah Tong's ears in the carriage, her face was full of tears, she lifted the curtain to see the person she was thinking about, the woman hurriedly ran over, closed the curtain, and said in a panic: "Miss Ah Tong, there are thieves robbing relatives, you can't show your face casually." ”

Ah Tong gently pushed the woman away, and at this moment, her voice was extremely firm: "Mama, tell my father, forgive Ah Tong for not being filial, today, I am only willing to go to Huangquan with Miyamoto-kun." ”

The woman looked at this plain and weak girl in a daze, and wanted to stop it, but she was taken by the momentum she exuded at this moment, and she was speechless for a while.

But she was stunned, and before the woman could reach out and pull the corner of her snow-white robe inlaid with cherry blossoms, the girl had already stepped out of the carriage......

At the front of the convoy is a general with a flag behind his back and wearing iron armor, which is the leader of this convoy, Gensei Shimada.

Unlike those who have been transformed into machine-like mothers, he is more powerful, and he has retained the wisdom of his time as a human, even among the bloodline, he is also at the backbone level.

And he is from Shimada Genji, and his swordsmanship is extremely superb, even in the Holy Dao realm, he is also quite a good existence.

"Miyamoto Musashi. Gensei Shimada's eyes narrowed, he recognized this genius swordsman who had made a name for himself in Fuso in recent years, constantly challenged one samurai after another, and was said to have never been defeated.

But then the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile full of sarcasm, no matter how talented a swordsman is, he needs to transform his talent into real strength to be qualified to fight him.

Not to mention that he got Xu Fu's first embrace and became a blood nobleman, he has long been reborn, and he is not at all comparable to an inferior human race like Miyamoto Musashi.

The so-called undefeated, that's because this Miyamoto Musashi only rolls in the fish pond!

He licked his lips, and a pair of white fangs poked out: "Inferior human beings, but the food of our noble blood clan, dare to offend the majesty of the lord, let this general taste your blood." ”

He raised his whip on his horse, a naginata knife was raised high, and the next moment, he split the half moon, the sword light flashed, as fast as thunder, and slashed towards Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi's face remained unchanged, and the two swords poked out at the same time, thunder blocked, and the long sword stabbed forward, with a swirling arc, and the castration was unparalleled.

Bang –

A storm swept out of the place where the two men were fighting, carrying sand and dust. Miyamoto's figure was shot away from a distance like a cannonball, but in an instant, his body twisted in mid-air to the extreme, as if he was riding against the wind, falling from the sky!

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Shimada Genqing frowned slightly, under the previous collision, the war horse under his crotch was already bleeding, his bones were shattered, and he collapsed, and his body also stepped on the horse's corpse with both feet at this moment, and suddenly jumped up.

A pair of wide bat wings stretched out from his back, and countless scarlet tattoos from hell were inscribed on them, and the blood condensed into smoke swirled around his body.

More power came out of his arms.

Bang –

Miyamoto's two swords slashed together, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal.

A slash from the sky collided heavily with Shimada Genqing's naginata, directly cutting it off.

And at this moment, the countless dense arcs of electricity that swirled around it extended away, and with the power of destruction, it entered his body full of yin qi like a devastation, and suddenly boiled like oil in a hot pot.

Shimada Genqing's face changed suddenly, and he immediately abandoned his sword and changed his sword, and waved a pair of bat wings, like a blade blocking Miyamoto's further attack, and said loudly: "Everyone, besiege Miyamoto Musashi." ”

In the convoy, one after another blood warriors with blood-colored bat wings leaped up, staring at Miyamoto Musashi, and there was no weak hand in the breath. This lineup is so luxurious, there are more than a dozen blood clans in the Grandmaster Realm alone, even in Huaxia, it should not be underestimated.

This is the horror of the Demon Dao powerhouse, as long as Xu Fu is alone, he can raise countless powerful eagle dogs to fight for him.

If he really digested Fusang's resources, he would only become more and more terrifying, and even breaking through the divine realm that no one had been able to reach for countless years was definitely not impossible.

In the convoy, a young girl named Atong silently walked past the team to send off her relatives, and suddenly became vulnerable in the face of the tall samurai who stood in front of her.

I saw her arms strangled fiercely, strangulating the neck of the samurai in front of her, stepping away, striding forward, pulling out the katana in his scabbard, and rushing towards the place where Miyamoto Musashi was.

She was going to fight alongside him.

Shimada Genqing looked gloomy, and said sharply: "A woman who doesn't know what to do is good or bad, she dares to betray the Lord, and you and the family behind you will be destroyed because of you!"

Atong's body trembled, but he still rushed to his beloved man without hesitation, and the two stood side by side, just making eye contact.

What Miyamoto Musashi said was, "I'll pick you up." ”

Atong was complaining: "Why did you come?"

"Mr. Miyamoto is good at swordsmanship, but how can I, Li Taibai, let Mr. Miyamoto be beautiful?"

There was a burst of high noise from afar, and as soon as the words fell, in the distant sky, a screaming sound suddenly appeared, and ten thousand swords returned to the sect, across the sky.

An ice sword with a dazzling brilliance covered the sky and the sun, reflecting a huge shadow in the canyon under the clouds, and at the forefront of this shadow, a white-clothed sword fairy with a jade sword box on his back proudly stood alone.

Ten thousand swords bowed their heads in unison, as if to welcome the monarch in the sword.

Shimada Genqing's face was as pale as earth, and he muttered to himself: "Win the Qin Imperial Sword Technique!"

He suddenly remembered that terrible woman, who had an extremely high status under the Lord's command, and who was many times stronger than the blood clan transformed by Fusang people like him, the daughter of the Win Qin clan, Win Dance!