As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Miyamoto Saburo's swordsmanship originated from the ancestors, counting several generations ago, the Miyamoto family did have a swordsmanship master, and Miyamoto Saburo's father was also a few kendo masters in Japan......

His sword is simple and simple, there is no wind and clouds, no grass and trees flying, and there is no sword energy, there is only his indomitable determination.

It is an extremely simple move to split Huashan, but it gives people the feeling that they can't dodge, and it gives people a feeling that they are incapable of being an enemy.

Zhao Xishui's beautiful eyes fell on Zhao Bing, and his face was slightly worried.

"It's fine." Zhao Sihai comforted.

Zhao Xishui's face was slightly red, and he said, "I know he's fine, but I'm still worried about him." ”

"It's a great move, but I'm sure he can dodge it." Zhao Sihaidao.

Zhao Xishui smiled: "I also believe that he can dodge-huh?" ”

The smile on his face froze, and instantly turned into worry and shock—

Zhao Bing didn't dodge.

He couldn't dodge.

Behind him was the osmanthus tree and the flower garden, where his relatives were buried, and if he dodged, the sword would probably hurt the flowers and plants.

This is not the outcome that Zhao Bing wants to see.

So he didn't retreat or hide, he chose to carry it hard.

What to block, naturally, is to use the scabbard.

The material of the scabbard is not ordinary, but Miyamoto Saburo's sword is powerful and powerful, and under one move, where can it be resisted, and it was suddenly broken into two.

Zhao Bing's body was hit hard, his feet could no longer stand steadily, and he slid back a few meters, and the bluestone slab on the ground was ploughed and shattered.

Finally standing still, Zhao Bing exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked at Miyamoto Saburo, who had not pursued on the opposite side, and nodded: "If you want to fight, let's go out to fight, don't fight here." ”

Miyamoto Saburo looked at Zhao Bing, a little shocked by the strength of the other party, he was in Japan, in recent years, his fame has been shocked, he only debuted a year ago, but he defeated more than 30 kendo masters in a row, without a single defeat, this record even surpassed Shura's originality.

It's just that today's Japanese kendo has been brutally ravaged by Shura, and the quality of the master is not as good as before.

But despite this, Miyamoto Saburo also has proud capital, this swordsmanship has defeated countless masters, and no one has even dared to carry it as hard as Zhao Bing, and he didn't use a sword.

He understood why Zhao Bing didn't hide, so he actually had some respect for Zhao Bing.

"Okay."

After Miyamoto Saburo finished speaking, he turned around with his sword and walked towards the courtyard gate.

At the moment when Zhao Bing chose to carry it hard, Zhao Sihai's brothers and sisters, who had always been very calm, were no longer calm, and for the first time, Zhao Sihai pulled Zhao Xishui to a corner of the courtyard, and at this time they walked in front of Zhao Bing together.

"He's just like his father, and he's pretty good." Zhao Sihai said: "Since you want to fight, let's fight a fair battle and get the sword yourself." ”

"Okay."

Zhao Bing walked to the living room of the small building, but suddenly found that he didn't know where the sword was, he came to the door again, scratched his head, and was a little embarrassed: "Where is the sword?" ”

"Where's the sword?" Zhao Sihai was stunned for a moment, and was also a little embarrassed: "I seem to have forgotten." ”

Zhao Bing was speechless.

Sighing in his heart, he finally believed his aunt's words, over the years, his father seems to have changed as a person, he is no longer the Shura he used to be, he is just an ordinary infatuated man, could it be that the Yanjing people will give him the nickname of infatuation.

The person who uses the sword, the sword is life, the sword is in the person, the sword is dead, isn't this the consciousness that a qualified swordsman should have?

You don't even know where to throw your sword, and you're embarrassed to say you're a swordsman? Can you exaggerate a little more?

In the end, Zhao Bing found the sword that Zhao Sihai used back then, but he was a little dumbfounded when he pulled out the once famous sword.

Is this the "Spirit Dragon Sword" that used to be in the sonic boom universe?

Is this really?

The blade was rusty, and the blade had never been sharpened—this was an ordinary iron sword.

The iron sword has no edge, but it drinks the blood of the enemy.

It turns out that the reason why this sword is famous is entirely because the person who used it is famous.

At this moment, Zhao Bing suddenly figured it all out.

Zhao Sihai smiled on the side: "I haven't used the sword for a long time, it's a little damaged, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he's not a master, it doesn't matter if he uses it temporarily." ”

Saburo Miyamoto is not a master?

Zhao Bing pouted.

I guess that guy will be so angry that he will vomit blood when he hears it!

Not far from the courtyard, near the cliff, there is a lawn, an area of about several hundred square meters, the ground is overgrown with weeds, and there are some rocks and unknown trees around, which is a natural place for martial arts.

Miyamoto Saburo saw Zhao Bing's sword and frowned: "You also use a sword?" ”

"As a sign of respect for you, I also use a sword." Zhao Bing said very seriously: "However, I still won't show mercy, because you shouldn't have violated my bottom line." ”

Miyamoto Saburo's eyes were a little disdainful: "But your sword? ”

"He's still a sword." Zhao Bing explained very seriously: "The heavy sword has no edge, not to mention whether the sword is good or not, is not the key to victory, it is always the person who uses the sword who determines the victory." ”

"You are very confident, I hope you have the capital of self-confidence, otherwise, you are narcissistic." Miyamoto Saburo said.

Zhao Bing ignored it, raised his right hand, and pointed the tip of his sword at the other party.

Miyamoto Saburo's expression gradually calmed down, his expression was unwavering, as if once he entered the state, he seemed to be a different person, his expression was focused, and his spirit was highly unified and concentrated......

"Please advise." Miyamoto Saburo said.

Zhao Bing said: "It's better for you to strike first, you are a guest from afar, and the host is a guest." ”

Miyamoto Saburo was no longer polite, he stood up, his sword was stretched out, pointing straight at Zhao Bing, and then his body suddenly rushed, faster and faster, and finally flew out of thin air, like a cannonball.

The sword goes in a straight line, and the shortest attack distance naturally increases the power.

Miyamoto Saburo's achievements in kendo are unexpectedly high, Zhao Sihai saw his sword, and couldn't help but praise himself secretly, this sword has been transformed into a sword, reaching the realm of returning to the basics.

Zhao Sihai didn't worry about anything, he believed that Zhao Bing's achievements in kendo would not lose to Miyamoto Saburo.

The reason is very simple, Zhao Bing is proficient in many things, and he also has many masters, one of whom is the famous Hades, and Hades's cultivation in the way of the sword is not inferior to him.

The king of Hades didn't say anything, but he always regarded Zhao Bing as his proud disciple, otherwise he wouldn't have entered the Dragon Soul headquarters in a rage because of Zhao Bing a few years ago, fought with the Dragon King for a day and a night, and finally ended up losing both.

That is enough to prove that Zhao Bing's talent in kendo surpasses ordinary people a lot.

Yes, his own son, who has shown talent in many things, is amazing.

If there is really a genius in this world, he feels that his son is not one of them, because Zhao Bing is a freak among geniuses, which can be described as perverted, and the word genius is really not enough to describe his high talent.

Sure enough, Zhao Bing faced this sword, his expression was a little solemn, but he was not flustered, he exhaled, and then waved his right hand slowly.

Raise!

The iron sword went from back to front, from right to left, from bottom to top, and went up.

Zhao Bing's sword was very rough, without the demeanor of a master, and the energy splashed everywhere, and the weeds on the ground suddenly floated up as if they had been cut by a giant sickle, and the gravel on the ground also flew in all directions.

Like a strong wind, like a torrential rain.

This sword, rough, direct, without any reason to speak of, is the embodiment of pure power.

Weeds flying all over the sky, the scene is extremely strange, there is a sword light, in the weeds in the sky, very dazzling, as if to brighten the eyes of the blind.

With a bang, the two swords collided together, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword body was still intact without any damage.

The intersection of sword qi naturally does not hurt the sword body, but with the intersection point as the center of the circle, the weeds within a radius of three zhang are pulled up by the roots and fly away in all directions, and the place where the two of them stand has become a vacuum.

Zhao Bing didn't take a step back this time, but his feet sank into the mud for more than an inch, and Miyamoto Saburo's body suddenly flew into the air, performing a backflip in mid-air, and flipped five or six heels in a row, before he could fall to the ground.

The moment he landed, Miyamoto Saburo kicked the ground with one foot, jumped up again, and still shot at Zhao Bing with that simple sword.

Zhao Bing swung his sword again, it was still a flirtatious trick, compared with the previous sword, except that the angle had been adjusted, the two moves were the same, there was no difference.

The two swords collided together again, Miyamoto Saburo's body bounced off, and in mid-air, he began to flip forward, like a ball that was bounced off, hit an object, and bounced back again, actually borrowing the power of Zhao Bing's sword, and it came faster.

There is no doubt that Saburo Miyamoto is a master.

But he can only be regarded as a master, and in the face of such an opponent, Zhao Bing has countless ways to win.

There are many ways to do this, but he chose to fight violence with violence.

You are Japanese, your father committed suicide, and he has a fart relationship with us, you run to take revenge, well, just when you have some reason, but if you dare to cut the osmanthus tree, then you will wait to move my mother's grave.

In Huaxia Kingdom, the act of digging up people's ancestral graves will definitely be despised and disgusted by anyone, no, it is a hateful thing, and this kind of thing cannot be tolerated.

You are a small country in Java, you dare to come and offend my Huaxia Shenwei, do you know whose ashes are buried under that tree? That's Shura's wife, the grimacing mother...... What audacity, what arrogance!

In the face of this kind of person, Zhao Bing felt that he should be taught a lesson.

How to teach, of course, by violent means, in the most brutal, direct, and reckless way.

In the first two swords, Zhao Bing all reduced ten times with one force and won with strength.

Now, he no longer uses the flirtatious trick, seeing Miyamoto Saburo who is like electricity, Zhao Bing's eyes flashed with a trace of contempt, he snorted coldly, his sword was raised high, and then, he slashed hard, and slashed it fiercely.

In the battle of masters, they all pay attention to their bearing, and they are most afraid of losing everyone's demeanor.

But Zhao Bing doesn't pay attention to these, his sword seems to cut everything in front of him.

This sword seems to be rough and unreasonable, but Zhao Bing feels that this is the real truth.