Ryusen Shrine is not very difficult to find, out of the city to the eastern suburbs, people gradually become scarce, a wide street, at the end of which is a quaint shrine.

"This is Ruizumi Shrine!" Nikolai led the way.

Jiang Tian does not know the Wa Guowen, but the two big characters of Liuquan are Chinese characters on the plaque, the gate of this shrine does not look very magnificent and luxurious, it seems a little restrained, there are two pillars at the door, and there are white gauze palace lamps hanging on it, which has the illusion of the ancient Wa Kingdom.

However, just as Jiang Tian and the others walked in, they saw the gate open suddenly, and several men in black samurai uniforms strode out, forming two rows to block everyone's way.

These samurai did not wear katanas, only one of the samurai leaders had a short sword stuck in his waist, staring at Jiang Tian and the others with a vigilant and cold expression, and then babbling something in his mouth.

Obviously, Jiang Tian couldn't understand the Japanese language, so he asked Nikolai beside him in a low voice, "What did he say?"

Nikolai said in an English translation: "This guy said that this is a private place, it is not open for the time being, let's go back!"

Jiang Tian said: "You help me tell them that we are from Huaxia and are here to visit and travel!"

Nikolai said it in Chinese according to Jiang Tian's meaning, and immediately the samurai with the short knife shouted: "Baga, how can the Chinese people get close to here, get out of here!"

The expressions of the other warriors who looked at Jiang Tian and the others also changed, and their eyes were full of hostility.

The other Jiang Tian didn't understand, but this "Baga" Jiang Tian understood, his face changed slightly, and he said a little angrily: "Call out your priest Takeda Ouchi, just say that we want to challenge him on behalf of Huaxia Martial Arts, and ask him if he dares to come out?"

Nikolai dutifully acted as a translator, and when he finished translating, the samurai at the head of the group almost changed his complexion, his face became extremely ugly, and his face immediately turned into undisguised anger.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

The fury of the samurai with the short sword turned into action. With a low snort, he strode up and slapped Nikolai in the face with a palm.

The movements are fast and the pace is light. Nikolai only felt that his eyes flickered, and the sharp wind blew and his facial muscles ached.

However, before the samurai's hand touched Nikolai's face, Nikolai saw a figure fly out upside down with a "huh", and then slammed into the gate of the shrine in front of him. The black door panel had collapsed with a bang, and the samurai with the dagger had rolled down the threshold.

Jiang Tian clapped his hands: "Nikolai, continue to translate, if their Takeda Ouchi priest is afraid, quickly take off the plaque of the shrine and surrender, otherwise we will enter the shrine and smash their gods!"

As soon as Nikolai translated, he immediately attracted the anger of many samurai, and they rushed towards Nikolai with angry shouts, so frightened that Nikolai quickly screamed and hid behind the 6 bodyguards: "Damn/, give it to me." They don't have knives!"

Samurai without a katana have at least 60 percent less combat effectiveness, Nikolai's 6 bodyguards are all special forces retirement, and the fighting skills are top even in the department/team, seeing the dozen or so samurai in front of them attacking empty-handed, they are all gearing up, and finally come in handy.

Then, Jiang Tian didn't give them a chance to perform at all, and in the face of the combined fists and kicks of these warriors, Jiang Tian simply raised his hand a few times. Suddenly, the figures flew in a crowd, and more than a dozen warriors threw them out like sandbags in Jiang Tian's gestures, some even flew directly from the wall, and some were hung on the door couplet.

The last one was the samurai with the short sword. He was kicked by Jiang Tian on the steps of the door, only to see him turn over and sit up, staring at Jiang Tian with a shocked expression. He had been practicing swordsmanship for nearly fifteen years, and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and there seemed to be a strange power in the body of this Chinese man in front of him, and he couldn't get close to him.

Jiang Tian said: "Hurry up and call your Takeda Ouchi priest to come out." Otherwise, I'll take off the plaque of your shrine right now!"

Then Nikolai dutifully translated.

Jiang Tian suddenly felt extremely refreshed in his heart, hundreds of years ago, the Japanese people arrogantly took off the plaque of the Huaxia Martial Arts Hall and gave the Martial Arts Hall a pair of plaques: The Sick Man of East Asia!

Today, Jiang Tian wants to take off the plaque of this shrine, and he is ashamed, but it is a pity that he should have made a plaque of "The Sick Man of East Asia" in the urban area.

The samurai with the short sword glared at Jiang Tian fiercely, struggled to get up, and rushed into the shrine with a rolling belt.

"I really can't help fighting, Mr. Jiang, I don't think the Japanese warriors are anything great, they are not as good as our Russian gladiators!" Nikolai pouted and said.

Jiang Tian smiled and didn't speak, but swaggered up the steps and shook into the shrine.

Lin Qinglime followed, but her eyes were a little surprised and strange when she looked at Jiang Tian, Tai Chi, isn't there only one person in the whole Wudang? What is the relationship between Jiang Tian and that person?

Jiang Tian naturally didn't know that Lin Qinglime behind him looked at his strange eyes, if he knew, he was afraid that he would feel very proud, and he could make Lin Qinglime, who was like a water, show this kind of expression, which could be regarded as capable.

Walking into the shrine, there is a bluestone pavement, dotted with turquoise lawns, the courtyard is lined with verdant green bamboo, and the walls are covered with creepers, which is very quaint.

Then, the sound of "whooshing" footsteps was heard, and a large number of young samurai quickly crowded out of the corridors on both sides of the courtyard, each wearing black samurai uniforms, each holding a katana tightly in his hand, murderous.

There were more than thirty people, and these warriors stood in two rows in the courtyard, ignoring Jiang Tian and the others, and did not squint.

Finally, an old man in a white robe walked out, with the kind of half-moon style bun on his head, which is extremely traditional in the Wa Kingdom, and an old face full of wrinkles, like old tree bark, old and dry, full of old age spots.

Looking at his age, he is not at least eighty years old, and a pair of cloudy eyes are half-open and half-closed, but they faintly reveal a trace of essence that does not match his age.

As soon as the white-robed old man came out, the black-robed warriors in both rows knelt down one after another, and shouted a word of Chinese in unison.

Jiang Tian saw it and pouted, the Japanese people really like to play music!

"Your Excellency wants to pick up the plaque of my Liuquan Shrine?" The white-robed old man spoke in Chinese, the words were correct and round, and his voice was as hard as gold and iron, faintly mixed with anger.

Jiang Tian smiled: "The sword path of the Suwen Liuquan Shrine is very famous in the Wa Kingdom, so we came here to see it, of course, those little Luo Lou under our command don't need to be sent out, because what we want to challenge is Takeda Ouchi, I heard that his swordsmanship ranks eighth in the Wa Kingdom!"

"The contemptible person is Takeda Ouchi, may I ask which sect of Huaxia Country your Excellency is taught by?" said the white-robed old man.

"I won't talk about my sect, because it's not me who challenges you, it's her!" Jiang Tian took a step aside to make room for Lin Qinglime.

Lin Qinglime stood up and said, "Zhongnan Mountain, Lin Qinglime, please advise!"

Takeda Ouchi stared at Zelin Lime, and didn't speak for a long time, just when Jiang Tian was waiting impatiently, Takeda Ouchi spoke: "You are the one who defeated the second-rate Ito of the Full Moon Sword Sect?"

Lin Qinglime didn't speak, because she had already answered with practical actions, and saw that a momentum rose up from her body, approaching Takeda Ouchi.

The samurai in both rows were forced to retreat by this coercion, and looked at Lin Qingli in horror, Takeda Ouchi took a step forward, and a momentum swept out of his body, confronting Lin Qinglime-for-tat.

"I heard that your swordsmanship is three thousand weak water, and even Ito's second-rate can't catch your move, so let's just use our strongest move, and one move will determine the victory!" Takeda Ouchi said in a loud voice, and the white-robed samurai suit on his body flew over.

"Good!" Lin Qinglime said softly.

Takeda Ouchi held the sword in both hands, his eyes were focused, and he began to step on broken steps, his body was light, only to see the sword in Takeda Ouchi's hand casually slashing left and right, and soon, the sword light like a match completely enveloped every corner of the 3-meter radius.

Everyone retreated one after another, afraid that they would be swept into it by the vertical and horizontal sword qi, Jiang Tian couldn't help but protect Nikolai and the others to retreat to the gate of the courtyard, staring at the swordsmanship of Takeda Ouchi, his face was solemn, and the swordsmanship of the old man in front of him was only afraid that he had reached the peak of his swordsmanship.

The wind blew gently from the courtyard, the bamboo field big ** flew over, the steps under his feet became more and more light, the katana in his hand was more agile, and then burst into a shout, everyone only felt that the eardrum trembled, and there was a buzzing sound in the ears.

With a sound of "swish", Takeda Ouchi suddenly took more than a hundred steps, and slashed out thousands of swords extremely quickly, Jiang Tian was shocked to find that under the shroud of Takeda Ouchi's sword light, there was no dead end, and the power of the sword blade really caused a killing tornado.

With a sound of "choking", Lin Qinglime drew her sword for the first time, and a sword chant resounded through the world, and then everyone saw a white water vapor shoot out from the scabbard, and then Lin Qinglime's wrist flicked, and her Qingluo sword turned into a rainbow, silently shooting into the sword qi storm of Zhutian Ouchi.

Brilliant light gushed out, and the water vapor of the Qingluo Sword Sword Blade turned into surging weak water, bright and beautiful, and in an instant, it submerged Takeda Ouchi, in the bright weak water sword qi, the sword qi storm of Takeda Ouchi suddenly exploded silently, and the invisible power swept out in all directions, and the surrounding bluestone slabs and bamboos were broken and shattered, and everyone's clothes were blown away.

Waiting for the storm to subside, the two of them stood opposite each other in the middle of the courtyard, Lin Qinglime still had an indifferent face, her Qingluo sword had been sheathed, and she was dressed in white and had a superb temperament.

On the other side, Ouchi Takeda held the katana with both hands, his face was as calm as water, and then his face suddenly turned red, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of bright red erupted from his mouth, and it fell on the white robe on his chest, like a blooming cherry blossom.

"Your Excellency!"

Those samurai looked shocked, and they all pulled out their katana swords and were about to rush towards Lin Qinglime, but Takeda Ouchi stretched out his hand to stop them, looked at Lin Qinglime, and said, "Huaxia martial arts, it's really magical!"

Although this guy said frankly, Jiang Tian clearly saw a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Also, in front of his own disciples, no one can remain calm and calm. (To be continued.) )