"Is there anyone else who wants to take the first step?" Wang Yong gently shook off the blood droplets on the soft sword of the Xinyue Fox and asked.

The eyes of the remaining seven Onmyoji all flickered with fear.

They are not fools like Kagawa, they instantly saw the gap between them and Wang Yong from Wang Yong's sword.

"I remember that my ancestor left his last words before he died: Don't provoke the martial arts master. At that time, I only thought that my ancestor was worried that my descendants would cause trouble, but I didn't expect that the true meaning was here! Even if he was an onmyoji, he still had no power to resist in the face of a real martial arts master!" An old onmyoji couldn't help but let out a sad roar.

He had just substituted himself into the body of the dead Onmyoji in his heart, and it turned out that no matter what method he used, it was impossible to dodge Wang Yong's sword.

That sword seems to be born to restrain all the onmyoji, and every sword is slashed.

"Miyamoto-sama, you're scared. When your ancestors slashed their enemies with their swords and slaughtered the entire Oriental martial arts world in the dark, they never knew what it meant to be afraid. Sachiko, an onmyoji who is good at divination, mocked.

This old man's name is Miyamoto, and his ancestor is a master master of Shinto and martial arts. He once killed a hundred enemies with two swords in his hands during the Shogunate Rebellion, and all of them were masters. The "two-day first-class" created by the ancestor of the Miyamoto family is even more famous in the East and is the object of worship of many martial artists.

The two heavens are first-class, which refers to the sun and the moon, yin and yang opposing and merging. The two knives in the left hand simulate the life and death of yin and yang, and take away the enemy's life in an instant. It is somewhat similar to Wang Yong's "Sun and Moon Heming" fist print. This is also the move that Miyamoto Zu specially created for the onmyoji.

Miyamoto's face turned red when he was ridiculed by Sachiko, the green tendons in his neck bulged, and his eyes flashed with hideousness and shame: "Sachiko, you are insulting the descendants of a great Onmyoji family! I am just stating the facts, not afraid! The glory from my ancestors determines that I will never be afraid, nor will I surrender to any enemy!"

Sachiko sneered: "Then you go and prove yourself to prove that the glory of the second day of first-class has not been lost in you." ”

"You ......" Miyamoto was stunned, and then his anger raged. "Of course I'll prove it!

Immediately, someone went to get Miyamoto a double knife.

And Wang Yong watched this scene quietly and couldn't help but shake his head: This Sachiko must have a grudge against Miyamoto, otherwise Sachiko would not have deliberately arched the fire and kept instigating Miyamoto to die. If these people join forces to fight the enemy, it may be really difficult for them to do it. But until this moment, they are still making small calculations, so it's no wonder that others.

Sonorous, the two sharp * were pulled out of the sheath by Miyamoto, and the sharpness of the two knives could still be felt even from a distance. The two knives are not the same size, the left hand is a long knife with a curved curve, while the right hand is a short sword with a straight blade.

The long curved sword represents yin, and the short straight sword represents yang.

"In the lower Miyamoto Taro, please advise!" After getting the double knife in his hand, Miyamoto Taro's spirit was obviously lifted, and he no longer had the previous panic and fear.

Wang Yong took a step forward and said, "If I guessed correctly, your ancestor is Miyamoto Musashi, right?" Four hundred years ago, the famous kendo master of the Orient was the best in the technique of two-handed swords, but what I admired more than his sword technique was his book on the art of war. Whether it is the "Book of Five Wheels" or the "Five Directions of the Taidao Order", they are rare classics of the art of war. It's a pity that his juniors only see the box, but not the pearl. ”

"Baga, are you laughing at me for buying and returning pearls?" Miyamoto Taro instantly heard the meaning of Wang Yong's words.

Wang Yong nodded seriously: "Yes." ”

"Ahh

Miyamoto Taro was angry, and suddenly rushed forward with a long roar and two knives in his hand.

Only then did he discover another peculiarity of the two twin swords, the scimitar in his left hand escaped into the darkness like the moon, while the short sword in his right hand shone with a dignifying light, like the sun in the sky.

"It's kind of interesting, is this the fusion of Onmyoji and Kendo?" Wang Yong said leisurely.

Then I saw Wang Yong's soft sword in the center of the moon fox waving casually.

The purple sword flowed like mercury hanging upside down in the air and poured into Miyamoto Taro.

While!

The Heart Moon Fox Soft Sword intersected with the twin swords, making a piercing sound. And the original iron like clay Xinyue Fox soft sword did not cut Miyamoto Taro's double knife this time, Miyamoto's double knife staggered together, like a pair of scissors, resisting the slash of the Xinyue fox soft sword.

Wang Yong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Good thing! Who wants the two of you?"

The sword slave glanced at the double sword disdainfully, and replied: "It's far from the child's sword, the slave doesn't want it." ”

Katori was also embarrassed to say, "Katori has already been gifted by Mr. to kill the living gourd, and he can't ask for it anymore." ”

Wang Yong laughed: "Then take the incense!"

These words immediately irritated Taro Miyamoto's anger.

Before the outcome was decided, Wang Yong actually began to talk about the ownership of the spoils? This double knife handed down by the Miyamoto family is not something that anyone is qualified to take!

"Death for me!" exclaimed.

I saw that Taro Miyamoto's staggered double knives suddenly shone brightly, the scimitar that had escaped into the darkness suddenly became bright, and the short sword extinguished its brilliance, but it was an instant completion of the sun and moon wheel rising, yin and yang alternately.

And in this alternation, a thick sword qi erupted like a tornado, blowing towards Wang Yong rapidly.

"Is this the true meaning of the first-class in the two heavens? Using the sword technique to stimulate the spiritual mind, forming a sword style that is both fist intent and divine thought, it is worthy of the sword saint of four hundred years ago. Wang Yong exclaimed.

It's just that then Wang Yong's words changed: "But this move was personally used by Miyamoto Musashi himself, and it may also pose a threat to me." And you, it's far from it!"

Before the words fell, the Moon Fox Soft Sword in the center of Wang Yong's hand had already lit up with a touch of brilliance.

Two fist intents of very different colors quickly climbed along the blade of the Heart Moon Fox Soft Sword, and instantly rushed to the tip of the sword.

"Sacrifice skills!"

Wang Yong once created a "sacrificial technique" of swordsmanship when he was enlightened by the creation of the Flood Furnace, but he has not used it for a long time with the improvement of the realm. And this time it was used, but it was not a real sacrificial technique, but a castrated version.

Dealing with a Miyamoto Taro is not enough to make Wang Yong do his best.

Whew!

The sword qi and the sword qi tore through the air at the same time, striking together.

Everyone in the room was attracted by this tense and exciting picture, and they couldn't take their eyes off it, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes.

Boom, the brilliance flickered, and the air flow flew away. The collision of the sword qi and the sword qi directly created an air explosion, creating a large white mist in the center of the room.

"Who won?"

"I don't know, I can't see it!"

"Taro Miyamoto should have hope, right? I remember that before the explosion, his sword aura was superior. ”

The other Onmyoji talked at a very fast pace.

Katori, on the other hand, stared at the turbulence of the air a little nervously, waiting for the moment when the turbulence dissipated and the picture was clear.

Finally, all the turbulence and white qi disappeared, revealing the figures of Wang Yong and Miyamoto Taro.

Both men stood in place, seemingly undecided.

But Miyamoto Taro suddenly let out a whisper: "Is the first-class glory of the second day really going to be cut off in my hands?"

After speaking, the double knives in Miyamoto Taro's hands fell to the ground with a bang, and a blood mark appeared on Miyamoto Taro's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.

But it was Wang Yong's sword qi that pierced Taro Miyamoto's head.

The faces of the other onmyoji changed drastically, and even Sachiko, who was looking forward to the death of Taro Miyamoto, couldn't help but jump out of the corners of her eyes.

Even Taro Miyamoto, who took out the ancestral double knife, only had two moves with Wang Yong!

Wang Yong's strength has surpassed the world! It is similar to the legendary gods!

In an instant, the expressions of the remaining six onmyoji floated, each with their own thoughts.

Wang Yong stepped forward, picked up the double knives used by Miyamoto Musashi, checked them, and handed them to Katori.

"Compared to killing the living gourd, this is the real good thing, the real magic weapon that can lead you to the Great Dao. Put it away, I will pass you on the first-class use moves for two days when I have the chance. Wang Yong said.

Katori was at a loss for a moment, her little face flushed, and she couldn't even say words of thanks, only tears flickered faintly in her eyes.

Growing up so big, it's the first time Katori has met someone who is so kind to him. Because of this alone, Katori is also willing to repay with his life.

"Who's next?" Wang Yong turned his head to look at the remaining six.

Six people, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly they shot at the same time.

For a while, there was a surging wind in the room, and they all walked towards Wang Yong and the three of them.

Wang Yong's body shook, and fist intent suddenly gushed out from all over his body, forming a golden bell jar of fist intent.

The body is like a furnace.

Those surging yin qi remnants collided with Wang Yong's fist intent golden bell jar, and they were instantly burned into black qi and swept away.

"This person is too terrifying! Colleagues, restrain him, I'll ask Lord Tuyumen to help!"

A voice said.

But then there were six voices breaking through the door.

But the remaining six people all had one mind, thinking that the dead Dao friend would not die and the poor Dao, so they would run away first.

"Glamorous and ghostly, jumping clown!" Wang Yong shook his head and laughed.

"It's a pity that none of you can escape!"

Wang Yong's voice was still in the air, and the person had disappeared in place.

At the same time, two loud sonic booms burst out in the air, and Wang Yong and the sword slave chased out at the same time.

"Come back for me!" Wang Yong instantly caught up with the slowest onmyoji.

Reaching out and grabbing the onmyoji's back, there seemed to be a slight sticky force in the air, pulling the onmyoji backwards.

Then in the next second, the back of the onmyoji exploded entirely, but it was directly blasted through by the floating silk.

When the three men who fled in front of them heard this, their hearts became even more frightened, and their feet became more and more powerful, like frightened rabbits.

"You are doing spiritual cultivation, but you can't do physical cultivation! An onmyoji is naïve to want to run past a Danjin master!" Wang Yong said, his body pulled a trajectory in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he had already caught up with the other three onmyoji.

"Turn the sky upside down!"

"Upside down!"

"Elbow hammer!"

Wang Yong is like a demon god who suppresses everything, and he makes three moves in a row.

The three onmyoji, who had long been frightened and had no intention of fighting again, were instantly beaten by Wang Yong and died on the spot.