Hokkaido is located in the northernmost part of Japan, with a cold climate and long winters throughout the year.

When Pei Donglai became famous for snatching Qin Dongxue from Ye Zhengrong at the Yanjing Hotel, at the foot of a snow-capped mountain in Hokkaido, a young man with long hair, shorts, and upper body, ignoring the severe cold, stood at the bottom of the waterfall, turned his hand into a knife, and constantly waved his knife at the waterfall that drifted straight down.

"Poof!"

Every time the boy waved his sword, he would always cut off the flowing water and make a splash, which was as powerful as this.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a samurai suit, carrying a sword that was blackened all over, saw the young man use his hand knife to cut the water of the waterfall, and his indifferent face showed a little imperceptible relief.

"Fujino."

I don't know how long later, when I saw that the boy standing at the bottom of the waterfall no longer waved his sword, and his whole body was shrouded in a white mist, a middle-aged man in a samurai uniform walked towards the boy with a steady step.

"Master."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, a young man named Fujino flicked his body and appeared in front of the middle-aged man like a whirlwind, saluting respectfully.

"Fujino, since you defeated the Aikido master three years ago, you have followed me to practice swords here for three years, and now that you have reached another bottleneck, it is time to fight again - a martial artist can only improve himself by constantly fighting." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Yes, master."

Fujino was convinced of the middle-aged man's words - every time he encountered a bottleneck, he would break through the battle: "Who is my opponent this time?" ”

"The people of China."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.

"The Shina people?"

Fujino was slightly stunned, he had participated in a total of sixteen battles in the past nineteen years, except for the battle with Japanese warriors. He also killed human weapons and Southeast Asian Muay Thai masters who came out of the Siberian special training camp, but ...... But he has never fought against a Chinese warrior.

After a brief moment of surprise, Fujino's face showed a hint of excitement, and more cruelty: "The people of Shina always boast that they have a splendid 5,000-year-old culture, and their martial arts are profound and profound, and I will use my sword to make them stop being like cowards and always escape the truth that they have not defeated my Great Japanese Empire!" ”

"It is true that since ancient times, the people of China have never defeated us in war. But...... Their martial arts are indeed unique. Hearing Fujino's words, the middle-aged man thought of something, narrowed his eyes and said, "My father once died at the hands of a Shina warrior. ”

"Huh!"

Stunned to hear the words of the middle-aged man, Fujino, who has always regarded the middle-aged man as a target to chase and even look at like a god, couldn't help but change his face, and his face was full of shock.

That's right......

It's shocking!

Although his master has been incognito for decades, he is not known to the Japanese martial arts community. But...... He knows better than anyone that his master has inherited the most authentic ninjutsu in ancient Japan, not to mention, the sword he carries in his hand is also the most famous god-killing sword in Japan - Budu Imperial Soul!

And the Fudu Imperial Spirit, which was placed in Kashima Jingu and designated as a national treasure of Japan, is just something to fool the people.

In such a situation, Fujino could also think with his toes that his master's father was also a super master.

And now, his master told him that his master's father died at the hands of a Chinese warrior, how could he not be surprised?

"During the war in the forties of the last century. There was a mysterious warrior in China who participated in the war and slaughtered many of our soldiers, and the military could not kill the mysterious warrior, so they had to find my father. ”

The middle-aged man recalled the past, and his face became even more indifferent: "At that time, my father was honored as the Shinobi Emperor and was a legend in the Japanese martial arts world. After the military found him, he issued a war letter to the Chinese warrior and took his disciples to Huaxia, where he eventually died at the hands of the Chinese warrior. ”…,

"Uh......"

This time, Fujino didn't speak. Just opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Of course, the reason why my father lost was largely because he didn't go away with the Budu Imperial Soul." The middle-aged man added.

"Master, is that person still alive?" Fujino asked again.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "According to the information I have received, he is dead. But...... His descendants are still alive - his son is the one who defeated Genmu, the head of the lifeless kendo twenty years ago, in one move. ”

"It turned out to be him!"

Fujino's eyes lit up, and killing intent welled up in his eyes—he, like so many Japanese warriors, knew about the battle twenty years ago.

That war. It's a shame on the Japanese martial arts community!

"Master, are you going to go to China with me?" Later, Fujino understood something. Asked with some excitement.

He was excited because he firmly believed that although his master had not drawn his sword in the past few decades, it was not that his strength was weak, but on the contrary, it was unbearable from a high place - no one in the Japanese martial arts world was qualified to let his master draw a sword!

After all, he was adopted by his master since he was a child, and at the age of nineteen, he was evaluated as a genius in the Japanese martial arts world, and his strength was comparable to those martial arts masters.

In such a situation, he had every reason to believe that his master was enough to kill the arrogant and arrogant lifeless sword master Genmu Ru Killing Chicken!

"The descendants of the Pei family, I have been waiting for you to appear for eighteen years."

The middle-aged man looked up in the direction of China, his hair windless and automatic: "The Budu Imperial Soul has not been unsheathed for decades - in the near future, I will use it to cut off your head - as a tribute to my father and a shame for the Japanese martial arts community!" ”

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

Feeling the terrifying killing intent that suddenly erupted from the middle-aged man, the Budu Imperial Soul, known as the Killing God Sword, trembled slightly, and the contention continued.

"Master, is there a younger generation in the Pei family?" Feeling the terrifying killing intent on the middle-aged man, Fujino shuddered, his blood boiled, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded: "He is your opponent in the next battle." ”

"I really want to cut off the head of the Shina man right now and taste the taste of the blood of the Shina man......" Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Fujino licked his lips excitedly, and a bloodthirsty light shot out of his eyes.

As the son of the Japanese martial arts legend Shinobi Emperor, because of the appearance of Pei Wufu, he planned to go out of the mountain at the same time.

Europe, in some hidden castle.

A middle-aged man in a black robe and holding a scepter symbolizing power and status came to the gate of a magnificent palace amid the respectful salute of the black-clothed people in the castle.

There are sixteen columns standing in front of the palace gate, and the columns are carved with various exquisite patterns, and four black-clothed guards are guarding the palace gate, exuding a cold aura all over their bodies.

"Please inform the omnipotent God, I have important information to report."

The black-robed man said to the leader of the guards guarding the palace, his tone not condescending, but with a bit of awe.

Awe, because he knows that the strength of the other party is not inferior to him at all, and he is the absolute confidant of the 'god' in his mouth.

"Venerable Dracula, please wait."

The leader of the guards returned the salute to the middle-aged man named Dracula, and then turned and walked into the imposing palace.

The palace is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, like a tomb, giving people an extremely eerie feeling.

The chief of the guards seemed to have been accustomed to walking in the palace without feeling the slightest discomfort, and as he walked, he landed silently, like a ghost, making it difficult to catch the figure.

After a long time, the leader of the guards walked down the long corridor to the front of the palace, fell to one knee with a reverent face, and reported to a mysterious man in front of the palace who was shrouded in black robes and sat on a chair made of skeletons: "God of omnipotence, Dracula said that there is important information to report to you. ”…,

"Let him in."

On the skull seat, the mysterious man was motionless, making his presence unnoticeable, but his hoarse, shriveled voice could be heard.

"Yes, God who is omnipotent."

Hearing the mysterious man's words, the leader of the guards slowly got up and respectfully retreated.

"God who can do anything."

A minute later, Dracula came to the Throne of Skulls, got down on one knee, and looked in awe at the mysterious man on the Throne of Skulls.

"Dracula, what information do you have to report to me?" The hoarse, shriveled voice sounded again, and the voice was erratic, giving people an extremely frustrating feeling.

"Back to the omnipotent god, according to the exact news, the Chinese man who disappeared eighteen years ago has appeared." Dracula reported respectfully.

"Oh?"

Hearing Dracula's report, on the Skeleton Throne, the mysterious man wrapped in black robes and blending into the night leaned forward slightly, and let out a chuckle: "I've been waiting for him for a long time, and he is finally willing to show up." ”

"The omnipotent god, all along, we have not dared to infiltrate our forces into Huaxia because of his existence."

Dracula hesitated for a moment and said, "Now that he's here, what do you think we're going to do next?" ”

"Let the people below speed up and finish the affairs of Southeast Asia."

On the Skeleton Throne, the mysterious man groaned slightly, and said, "After the matter is settled, you will personally go to Huaxia and give him a war letter in my name." ”

"Yes, God who is omnipotent." Dracula took the order and respectfully stepped aside.

"Huaxia Martial God, I hope you don't let me down."

As Dracula stepped back, the mysterious man's hoarse, shriveled voice rang out again.

This time.

In addition to being cold, there was a hint of expectation in his tone.

Then, the dark palace fell into a deathly silence once more, and the mysterious man on the Throne of Skulls melted into the night.

"Boom...... Huaxia Martial God, I really want to thank you - because of your appearance, the omnipotent god has advanced our plans. ”

Walking out of the palace, the words of the mysterious man echoed in his ears, Dracula glanced up at the red sun overhead, and smiled grimly: "Light has shrouded this land for too long, and then, it's time for darkness - the silent underground world should have boiled for a long time!" ”

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