Miyamoto Musashi's half-stabbed sword was held by a blood-red claw and slammed to the ground, and then the other claw grabbed Miyamoto Musashi's wrist, and a back fall threw him out.

"Think about it, how could I be the opponent of a generation of Sword Masters. Xiao Yu slapped a claw on Miyamoto Musashi's head and grabbed him.

The incident happened suddenly, and Miyamoto Musashi didn't expect Xiao Yu's sword to suddenly turn into a claw sleeve, and he didn't react for a while, and was caught off guard.

"Forget it, this is not a battle that belongs to me, Juggernaut one, I don't think I deserve it. Xiao Yu grabbed Miyamoto Musashi's head with one hand, thought for a while, and added, "At least now, well, now." ”

"Kojiro Sasaki, this is a duel that belongs to you, let's get started. Xiao Yu stomped his right foot, and the wind overturned Sasaki Kojiro's tea table, and also raised the tea in his cup, splashing him in the face.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to. Xiao Yu didn't expect to splash water, and apologized awkwardly.

But fortunately, Sasaki Kojiro didn't pay too much attention to Xiao Yu, got up and held his sword, and slowly approached Miyamoto Musashi.

"This sword master duel is the only one I can watch, for the other swordsmen, it's really a pity. Xiao Yu shook his head, lamenting that the world doesn't know how to cherish it, and kicked away an arm.

The strong smell of blood in the air seemed to despise Xiao Yu's words and deeds, and he was embarrassed to say that he had slaughtered those swordsmen clean.

Miyamoto Musashi is really a dog in his heart, and he was beaten by a person for some reason, and who said that he couldn't beat himself to the side?

No, this has to be brought back to the field, otherwise when others talk about a generation of sword saints Miyamoto Musashi in the future, they will not think about how suave he is, and they will not consider that his two-day first-class swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, but the first thing that comes to mind is.

Passerby A: Look, isn't this the famous Miyamoto Musashi?

Passerby B: Is that the temperamentless Miyamoto Musashi who was beaten up all the time?

Passerby C: I think the name of the Sword Saint is also in vain, and the ghost knows how it came about.

Passerby Ding: His swordsmanship must be so bad that it explodes, otherwise how could he be beaten by others?

Passerby A: Forget it, it's nothing to look at, so I slipped away.

How embarrassing it will be.

In order to avoid this from happening, Miyamoto Musashi flashed Kojiro Sasaki and slashed at Xiao Yu with two swords, one left and one right.

"I said I couldn't beat you, wouldn't you and Sasaki Kojiro Yasushi beat you?" Xiao Yu lifted his sword to hold Miyamoto Musashi's double swords, the tip of the knife was pointing downward, and his lazy attitude was as if he looked down on Miyamoto Musashi, and the sword in his hand looked down on him like a downward thumb.

"You look down on me?" Miyamoto Musashi was furious, and he wanted to sacrifice his name as Sword Saint with Xiao Yu's blood.

"No, I'm really not your opponent, Kojiro Sasaki can fight you, go ahead. The tone was like a wayward bear child, all so casual and careless.

"Your Excellency's words are indeed a bit excessive. Sasaki Kojiro on the side frowned slightly and said loudly.

"I don't mean anything else, but if you insist on fighting me, I will fulfill you, and be a good companion on the Yellow Springs Road. Xiao Yu couldn't help but be a little angry, since he couldn't explain clearly, he would use his fists to reason, anyway, he was a violent master.

"Secret Sword: Yan returns. "The big sword in Sasaki Kojiro's hand turned into three sword qi, a triangular encirclement, nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide.

"Unparalleled in the world!" Miyamoto Musashi roared, the double swords were like dragonflies dotting water, getting faster and faster, and the sword qi swung out merged into a huge green dragon, roaring towards Xiao Yu.

"Dragon Soul. Xiao Yu summoned the blood dragon for the first time, dark red dragon scales, low roar, sharp horns on his head that seemed to pierce the sky, restless sweeping dragon tail, broken dragon wings, blood-red eyes, and the tip of his claws could create a huge ravine when he gently slashed the earth.

Xiao Yu protected the vital point with his claws, and took a hard slap Yan returned, and the bracers on his arms were marked with Dao Dao sword marks, and there was no major problem on his body.

Xiao Yu put down his claws, his eyes locked on Miyamoto Musashi, Sasaki Kojiro and the green dragon in the air, and the bloodthirsty breath gushed out, and said.

"Now, it's my turn to perform. ”