Takeo Miyamoto claims to have lived for one hundred and fifty years, but in fact, there is a part of the imaginary age, because the people who know him well are all ancient, even if he says that he has lived for two hundred and fifty years, no one will investigate in detail, and he can't take a big living person to do carbon 14 identification! The true strength of this divine ninja is only in the middle of Tang Dashao, and the unbreakable protective qi of the crane's beak just now is the best proof.

Tang Guobin turned slightly sideways, the end of the handle of the knife was aimed at the rushing Miyamoto Takeo, there is a trick to drawing the knife, when facing a single opponent, use the handle of the knife as a crosshair to aim at the target, the speed and accuracy of the knife will increase geometrically, just wait for the old devil to come over again and give him a knife in two.

Miyamoto Takeo rushed to the foot of the scene, which was still two feet away from Tang Dashao, and suddenly changed direction in a Z-shaped shape to avoid the front, and the thunder cutting knife in his hand was diagonally raised over his shoulder, and swung down the opponent's neck.

Da! Tang Guobin's heel axis turned around in an instant, and an arc of light broke out of his palm when he raised his hand, sweeping towards Miyamoto Takeo like a match.

Choke! For the first time, the two famous knives were really cut together, the blade of the village was incomparable, the thunder knife was thick and heavy, and a little dazzling spark bloomed at the intersection of the blades.

Tang Guobin could feel the tremor coming from the blade, and his eyes quickly glanced at the blade, the blade of the Muramasa knife was still not rolled, but judging from the knife just now, it was still not suitable to fight hard with the heavy Lei Che, and the static system was undoubtedly stable in terms of dynamic explosiveness and accuracy, but the trick in the hands of the people was easily carried down, and on the surface, the autumn color was evenly divided, but in fact, the Muramasa knife was inferior.

Miyamoto Takeo was sealed with a knife and did not close the knife, and a Z-shaped step under his feet was extremely flexible around Tang Guobin in half a circle, and the thunder cutting knife in his hand turned from a straight chop to a sweep, with a sound of wind shaking like a cloth to the opponent's waist, this knife is not as fast as lightning and thunder, but the angle is tricky and slippery, and it is clearly according to the dantian under the waist.

If Tang Guobin doesn't retreat, he can only swing the knife and seal it again, the two knives are hard to hit the ancient half a catty against the modern eight taels, it must be the light amount of the village knife to suffer, a few times to cut each other one or two is fine, the number of times is too light will inevitably be damaged, it can be seen that the old devil in front of him is still quite rich in fighting experience.

The thought was only in a flash, and the long knife fell instantly, choking! The double knives burst out a little spark again, Tang Guobin only felt that the shock on his wrist was a few points better, and without waiting for the opponent to change his move again, he pressed the handle of the knife with both hands and swept up diagonally, and the blade was sent forward close to the blade of the Lei Cut knife, slashing at the opponent's wrist like a spirit snake spitting out a letter.

Takeo Miyamoto did not retreat but advanced, took a step forward with his left foot, rushed forward with his right leg, his eyes widened and widened, the two knives were close together, purely relying on the strength of his body to collide, the two of them almost at the same time to run their internal strength to the extreme, and the two famous knives pressed together bent slightly.

Tang Guobin's arms were full of strength, and a majestic internal force surged from the dantian to his arms, and then quickly passed on the blade, he wanted to end this battle as soon as possible in the most straightforward way.

The kimono on Miyamoto Takeo was propped up by the constant gushing energy, he originally wanted to use the most clumsy and effective method, using Rachel to fight hard with the other party's Muramasa knife, first destroy the knife and then kill, but the gap between imagination and reality is a bit far, he will be inexplicably fighting with the other party!

There is a saying that the fist is afraid of the young and the strong, and the stick is afraid of the old man, which refers to the difference between the young and the old, once the two clash with the strong young man can win with the advantage of physical strength alone, of course, this is also based on the situation that the strength of the two is equal.

The stalemate lasted for five minutes, and the two of them took a few steps back at the same time in Tang Guobin's deep cheers, although it was only a short five minutes, but both of them already had a score in their hearts, Miyamoto Takeo had to admit that he was old, both physical strength and internal strength were much worse than the young man in front of him, and it was only a matter of time before he failed if he resisted, but he still had a killer move, and it seemed that it was time to use it.

The idea was set, the wrinkles on Takeo Miyamoto's old face trembled a few times like cramps, and he threw the tip of the thunder knife downwards with his backhand, poof! Half of the blade pierced into the dirt, he actually gave up the long knife and prepared to use a pair of fleshy palms against the enemy, and deliberately raised his palms and shook them at Tang Guobin.

"Your Excellency Sesshomaru's sword skills are exquisite, I wonder if the attainments in the fists and feet are also the same as the sword skills?" Takeo Miyamoto deliberately asked lightly, and the implication was very clear, he wanted Tang Guobin to give up using the knife and see the height under his fists and feet.

Tang Guobin seemed to have become a stuffy gourd at this time, and he didn't bother to talk to Takeo Miyamoto at all, he changed to a knife in one hand, and the other hand bent his index finger on the spine of the knife, and in a clear trembling sound, the village masa's knife instantly returned to the sheath, he turned around, and looked at the letter who was still digging under the banyan tree, at this moment, a smile of excitement appeared on her little face, and she put her hand into the dug soil pit, and took out a square black box from it.

The thing has already arrived, the corners of Tang Dashao's mouth raised a perfect arc, the box must be filled with a knife spectrum, as long as the two devils behind him can arrange to return to China, thinking about it can make people feel like a heartache!

Seeing that Tang Dashao didn't care about him at all, Takeo Miyamoto secretly cursed in his heart, slid out of his feet, and floated towards his opponent with a Z-shaped ghost step, he really didn't have a knife, because that killer move had to be empty-handed to exert its power.

Tang Guobin didn't seem to see Takeo Miyamoto floating from behind him, his flashing eyes only had the black box, if possible, he really wanted to quit this killing now.

Takeo Miyamoto has quietly sneaked behind Tang Guobin with a few flashes, and without waiting for the other party to turn around, he stretched out his palms and slapped him on the back of the heart, these two palms have neither speed nor strength, and they are lying on their stomachs as if they are helping people dust off, the only special thing is the palms, the two pieces of skin the size of copper coins seem to be sucked in by some force, forming a pit, and they float to Tang Dashao's back like this, and they will be attached in the next second.

Tang Guobin still stood in place and did not move, his flashing pupils suddenly shrank, he took a light breath, and at the moment when the palm behind his back was about to be attached to his back, he turned around suddenly, pressed his fingers on the knife handle and stabbed a little, choking! A crescent-shaped sword light flashed through the gap between Takeo Miyamoto's palms, and in an instant, it disappeared into the sheath.

The palm can float like a withered leaf, the knife is just like a glimpse, sometimes when you are ready to plan and calculate others, maybe you have unknowingly fallen into the calculation.