The iron sword was raised, with the sword as the axis, the wind suddenly rose, the air was forcibly withdrawn, and in front of Zhao Bing, there was a vacuum.

This sword, rough and violent to the extreme, gives people an irresistible feeling, the previous Miyamoto Saburo's sword, in comparison, is no longer amazing.

Miyamoto Saburo was in the air, seeing Zhao Bing swing this sword, there was some fear and timidity in his eyes, but he couldn't dodge.

The loosening of his mind and the idea of retreat made him extra vigilant.

The master made a move, how could he be cowardly before fighting, Miyamoto Saburo restrained his mind, gathered his whole body strength, and raised his sword to meet him.

He couldn't care about stabbing anymore, because if Zhao Bing's sword was not blocked, his sword would be broken by Zhao Bing if he didn't swing halfway, and his body would become two halves.

Click!

The long sword in Miyamoto Saburo's hand was broken from it, and his whole person fell into the distance like a meteor.

Bang!

Saburo Miyamoto sat on the ground, his chest churned, and with a wow, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit suddenly became sluggish.

Zhao Bing's sword, he couldn't block it, this sword didn't hurt his body, but the two swords intersected, and the strength instantly invaded the five organs, at this time, his five organs and six abdomen had already suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Defeated!

Defeated!

Miyamoto Saburo looked at Zhao Bing, his eyes became extremely complicated, and there were some doubts.

"Why do you have the courage to use this trick?"

Zhao Bing put away the iron sword, looked at Miyamoto Saburo from a distance, and said with some pride: "Because I am reasonable." ”

"Are you reasonable?"

Zhao Bing nodded: "Of course it makes sense, what does your father's death have to do with us?" When you enter China, you can say something ugly, that is, aggression, I defend the land and dignity, it is naturally very reasonable, it makes sense, I can naturally wield this sword. ”

Saburo Miyamoto still holds the hilt of the sword in his hand and refuses to leave, which shows that he is not really relieved.

He is very powerful, in Japan, he is known as the existence that is most likely to become the first person in kendo in the future, but in the hands of Zhao Bing, he actually did not go through three moves, he was very unconvinced.

"But I'm still not convinced." Miyamoto Saburo said stubbornly.

"Because you lost at my hands?" Zhao Bing asked.

Miyamoto Ichiro nodded: "If you are defeated by Shura, I am convinced, but you are young, how can you defeat me?" ”

Zhao Bing frowned and said: "It seems that you are really hopelessly stupid, when my father set foot in Japan, he defeated your kendo masters with one sword, and many elites died back then, in just a few decades, how can this vitality really recover?" Maybe in your country, you are praised by everyone, but we have a saying in China, there is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey is the overlord, you lack masters, everyone is blind and narcissistic, how can you not be defeated? ”

Speaking of which, Zhao Bing continued: "In the end, you are still too weak, which is why my father is unwilling to do anything to you. ”

"Am I too weak?" Saburo Miyamoto thought seriously about this question for the first time.

He had never thought about this question, but today, he began to think, thinking about Zhao Bing's words, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, sweating like rain, and in the end he could only nod gloomily: "You're right, we are a little bit sitting in the well and watching the sky, and you have never regarded us as opponents." ”

"Yes."

Zhao Bing didn't say anything: "So, now you can go, right?"

Miyamoto Saburo's face became a little angry, and there was a thick despair, looking in the southeast direction, his eyes became a little sad, and after a while, he brought the broken sword in his hand to his eyes, and his lips trembled.

He sat on his knees, his body slowly straightened, trembling and rubbing the broken sword with his robe, there was no blood on it, but he still wiped it carefully and carefully.

The body of the sword was as bright as ever, but his heart was dead.

The dagger is aimed at his abdomen, and Saburo Miyamoto prepares to commit suicide by seppuku.

Zhao Bing couldn't cry and laughed, and said, "You want to cut your stomach again?" ”

Miyamoto Saburo glanced at Zhao Bing: "It's hard to avenge my father's revenge, it's hard to avenge my country, what's the point of me living?" How can I return to Japan? ”

"You can't do that." Zhao Bing said solemnly: "At least, you can't cut your stomach here, because as soon as you die, I have to explain to others, and others may not believe my words, and these things are really troublesome, and I don't like to do them at all." ”

Miyamoto Saburo sneered: "If you can defeat me, it doesn't mean that you can decide my life and death, I want to die, why are you holding back, don't I even have the right to ask for death." ”

"Do you have a problem with your IQ?" Zhao Bing said a little angrily: "You are Japanese, why did you die here with me, why should I collect your body?" If you want to die, you will also die in your country, so that you will not cause us unnecessary trouble. ”

"You-"

Saburo Miyamoto was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Zhao Sihai walked over with Zhao Xishui.

Previously, Zhao Bing swung the last sword, and Zhao Sihai was very pleased.

As the strongest kendo in Huaxia, Zhao Sihai has cultivated swords all his life, and his cultivation and understanding of kendo are not comparable to others.

Yes, he was very relieved, because Zhao Bing's cultivation in the way of the sword had reached a new height.

He came to Zhao Bing back then, at least after the age of thirty, and he has been focusing on kendo for decades, while Zhao Bing is erudite and talented, and the energy invested by the father and son is completely disproportionate.

This can only show one point, Zhao Bing's understanding and talent are really terrifyingly high.

He finally understood why the King of Hades regarded Zhao Bing as his own, and why he did not hesitate to break with the Dragon King for Zhao Bing's sake a few years ago......

Think about it, if you have an apprentice who is so good, and suddenly dies, you must have done something as crazy as Hades.

Patting Zhao Bing's shoulder, Zhao Sihai said, "Go in with your aunt, I have something to say to him." ”

Zhao Bing nodded and walked into the courtyard with Zhao Xishui.

Zhao Sihai looked at Miyamoto Saburo and frowned: "Japanese swordsmanship, now is the time of depression, although your cultivation is still shallow, but you can be regarded as having some potential, just like your father, you are a real sword cultivator who is dedicated to sword cultivation, but why do you have to follow your father's example, and you have to commit suicide by disembowelment?" ”

"I don't have the shame to go back to Japan." Miyamoto Saburo faced Shura, a lot more respectful, and his attitude was a little more serious.

"Shameless to go back to Japan?" Zhao Sihai pursed his lips and sighed, "This is what you call the spirit of bushido?" Is this what is called a loyal and brave man? Phew! I have to say that this so-called bushido spirit has helped your country rise rapidly, but it is also a double-edged sword, and in the end, you will also go to the extreme of decay because of this spirit...... If you are defeated, you will commit suicide, so are there still sword cultivators in the world? The way to cultivate the sword, how difficult it is, who dares to say that he is the best in the world? Only by constantly learning from others will the skills of the attack be improved, so who will always win? There is no invincible person in this world, if you think according to your thoughts, then I have also been defeated, and I will not commit suicide too? I don't have the shame to live ...... anymore."

After listening to Zhao Sihai's words, Miyamoto Saburo was a little dazed, and for the first time began to doubt his faith.

"You, you're Shura, and you've been defeated?" Saburo Miyamoto asked.

Zhao Sihai turned around and walked to the courtyard and said, "I said, there is no undefeated person in this world, and I have naturally been defeated." ”

……

Zhao Xishui left first, and with Liu Jian secretly protecting him, his safety was naturally very guaranteed.

Miyamoto Saburo is not a hit, and he is a blockbuster, and after a year of debut, his reputation has caught up with his father.

Entrusted by countless colleagues, he came to China, and originally thought that he would become famous in a fight, but in the end he left gloomily.

Maybe he will never come to China again in his life, but after the baptism of the Zhao family's father and son, his life will be different because of this.

Or it's going to be wonderful forever.

Or perish forever.

How to choose, only between his thoughts.

This is a very difficult choice, not a word, and what he has to do is to fight against the traditional faith, if he wins, he will be reborn, and if he loses, he will have no life.

A person is alive, maybe he is really dead.

When a person dies, maybe he feels that he is alive and well.

……

Under the osmanthus tree, an old and a young stand side by side.

Zhao Sihai said with emotion: "You have finally grown up." ”

Zhao Bing did not answer and waited for the following.

"When I grow up, I'm really relieved." Zhao Sihai said with a smile, he turned his head, looked at Zhao Bing, and said: "I have thought countless times, when you grow up, I will bring you here to see her, I will have a lot of things to say to her, but today I really stand here, I don't know what to say, I believe that she is in another world, never far away from us, she has been watching you, she can see your growth, she will be pleased with your progress, so, I don't think I have to say anything to her." ”

Zhao Bing looked at his father and smiled slightly: "Maybe I should apologize to you." ”

"Because you didn't understand me before?"

Zhao Bing nodded.

"You are my son." Zhao Sihai walked out of the flower garden, came to the chair next to him and sat down, pointed to the position next to him, and asked Zhao Bing to sit down as well.

"Now there are no outsiders here, and our father and son can talk about the past behind closed doors." Zhao Sihai's smile didn't disappear, he looked at Zhao Bing, and his tone was very relaxed.

Zhao Bing was a little surprised, shouldn't a father be angry and indignant because of his son's unfair treatment?

"I think you know the truth of the matter." Zhao Sihai said: "I don't want to lie to you, back then, I was already aware of their plan. ”

Zhao Bing's face changed greatly, and he frowned: "However, you didn't stop them. ”

His voice grew a little colder.

Zhao Sihai nodded: "Yes, I didn't stop them." ”

Zhao Bing's heart sank, and he shivered in pain, he bit his lip, and asked for a long time: "Why?" ”

"I can't stop it." Zhao Sihai's smile finally disappeared, and he said calmly: "So, I can only let you survive as much as possible." ”

"You're Shura, you can't stop it?" Zhao Bing said unwillingly.

Zhao Sihai sighed and said with a wry smile: "I am not omnipotent, and this plan involves another force, not only me, the king of Hades, but also the human slaughter, which cannot be stopped." ”

"What the hell is going on?" The more Zhao Bing listened, the more confused he became, the more shocked he became, and he couldn't help but ask-

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