"Recently, the Sword Pavilion has not been developed to the outside world, please don't approach it at will!"

"Who? Is there an invitation to invite? ”

As soon as Kyle approached the grand main entrance of the Kenjutsu Gym, the black suit stood out, and the two young men in white kimonos and wooden swords guarding the doorway both stepped forward and stretched out their hands to intercept the vigilant voice.

"Tell your owner." Kyle smiled faintly, walked up the steps without stopping, and said calmly, "Just say." Meidi Kyle, come to challenge. ”

Meidi Kyle?

The two young men gasped and looked at each other, each with a look of horror on their faces.

After all, it was only one night, and it was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck the whole of Tokyo, causing panic throughout the country to be a man who was said to be a 'demon'.

The Emperor of Hisan publicly condemned his crime last night in his mansion, and countless armed soldiers were conducting a comprehensive search in the city of Tokyo, and it turned out that such an uninvited guest came to their Kenpai Gym?

Kyle maintained an unhurried pace, and with every step forward, the two young men who were in control of the gate took a few steps back, and when he reached the main entrance, the gate guard had rushed into the hall in a panic, shouting as he walked:

"It's Kyle of the American imperialists! He's coming! ”

"The demon who destroyed the airbase and threatened the emperor last night has come to us!"

"Come on!!"

After only half a while, in the gym, dozens of young men dressed as swordsmanship disciples, holding essentially sharp swords in their hands, kicked out of the clogs.

But when they rushed to within three meters of Kyle, they collectively stopped, their faces solemn and vigilant did not dare to approach, and they kept a safe distance in front of them with their swords.

Kyle didn't even look at them, and walked indifferently and calmly, moving around the sword-wielding crowd, and soon stepped into the main hall of the main hall.

There were more and more swordsmanship disciples who gathered around, rising from dozens to hundreds, and Kyle was surrounded inside and out, but everyone followed the movement and did not move.

Fortunately, the hall is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people to practice swordsmanship at the same time, the wooden floor is as clean as new, and the inner walls are lined with shelves for practicing wooden swords, and in the center is a huge plaque written in ink.

'Shinto School of Thoughtlessness'

As one of the cornerstones of Bushido, Shinto Wunen-ryu, who has mastered the high-end swordsmanship level, can be ranked in the top ten among the kendo schools inherited by Nissan, and although it is not the strongest in the industry, it is the authority of the kendo genre with the largest number of disciples at present.

Nowadays, during the war, there are still inner disciples in the hall, and there are hundreds of people!

"Get out of the way and let the challengers in."

Surrounded by a crowd of people, Kyle walked into the hall of the gym, and before he could take a closer look at the inner situation, an old and energetic voice came from the hall.

Hearing this, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples dressed in uniform white kimonos spread out respectfully and silently, making way for a spacious and ample space.

At this time, Kyle finally saw the inner scene, and an old man in kendo uniform was sitting in the center of the floor of the main hall, and a beautiful woman in a kimono was kneeling beside him.

"You're the current kendo hall master of the Shinto Mindless School?" Kyle looked down, his expression of disappointment, which made the faces of the hundreds of swordsman disciples around him look angry.

This intruder is really rampant! Hi-san Tokyo who doesn't know the 'sword elder', old but not decrepit, the master of swordsmanship, that is, ten adult young people stepped forward, and they all had to be easily put down by him with a wooden sword.

"Are the guests coming from afar really for a challenge?" Jian Lao didn't have the slightest anger, and asked softly with the demeanor of a master cultivator.

"It's very simple, I'm going to erase the name of your Shinto school of thoughtlessness today. Of course, you are only the first one, and there are still more than forty kendo schools representing bushido in Nissan, and I will also get rid of them. Kyle shrugged, as if he was going to do something very light-hearted.

"The killing aura of the guests is very heavy, and the tone is not small." The old man waved his hand, and the woman next to him understood what he meant, got up and stepped back gracefully, took a sword with a scabbard from the shelf under the plaque, and sent it to his side.

Kyle didn't stop him, he really wanted to see the level of swordsmanship that Hi-san admired and inherited.

Sword Elder Shi Ran got up, the sharp sword came out of the sheath, the cold light flashed, and pointed forward to Kyle, "You are an outsider who has invaded our country, and a challenger to the Daoguan. First threatened His Majesty the Emperor, and now he wants to destroy the sword art school that has been passed down for hundreds of years, so don't even think about leaving here since you're here! ”

As if Kyle hadn't heard the threat, he glanced at the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him and proposed, "Why don't you go together?" ”

The sword elder froze, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and his slender and deep eyes were cold, "You underestimate me?!" ”

Kyle shook his head and explained, "I'm not just underestimating you, I'm underestimating everyone here. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the hall almost rushed over with their swords in anger, and the reason why they didn't rush out was that the sword elder couldn't help but shoot!

I saw the sword elder kick sprint forward, only faster than the healthy young man, and when he approached the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, he jumped up.

The other person was in the air, his hands raised backwards, and slashed down the sword, the sharp blade slashed through a semi-circular arc, about to cut Kyle in half from the top of his head!

The speed of the sword elder was too fast, and the smooth movement of the sword swing was even more clean and neat, which made all the disciples in the hall exclaim excitedly, and the woman in the kimono also smiled with a smile on her lips.

And indeed. Kyle remained motionless, as if he was frightened by the sword elder's swordsmanship attack, and he had no intention of dodging the slashing sword.

The swordsmanship disciples looked at it and could almost imagine in their minds: the bloody scene of the other party's body being symmetrically divided into two halves, and blood from internal organs spilling all over the ground.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, the sword elder's sword slashed with a cold light afterimage, and in the moment before it was about to touch his body, Kyle's right hand was lightningly raised and stretched out, and his thumb and index finger grabbed the tip of the sword.

The sword landed on the right palm protected by the vibranium arm guard and the venom leather coat, and it didn't even make a sound, and the incredibly sharp slash a second ago stopped inexplicably and steadily.

Empty-handed into the white blade? No, it's a strange scene that is better than a thousand tricks.

The swordsmanship disciples were stunned, and the needles in the hall hall could be heard.

What is even more shocking is the sword elder at this time. He looked at his right hand in disbelief as he caught his sword, clenched the hilt in shame and fear, and with all his strength, he still couldn't pull the sword out of Kyle's hand.

"Y-How did you do that?" The old sword let go of the sword in horror, you know, he has practiced high-speed slashing for decades, but even a tree with a big mouth and wrist can easily cut it, but now he can't shake the man in front of him for half a point.

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Kyle said indifferently in Japanese, he already knew this distance, and the so-called sword elder only had a rare green ability card of [True Shinto Wunian Swordsmanship].

And in the three seconds he spoke, he had already drawn the card on the old man's hand into his hand.

"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, and struck his right fist forward, the end of which landed swiftly on Sword Elder's slightly thin body with the pressure of the hunting wind.

Twelve times more boxing than humans!

'Bang! ’

As if hit by a high-speed car, the sword 'flew' out like a kite, and his body rolled across a parabola in the hall, slamming down on the genre plaque ten meters away.