The wind of Lie Lie blew the black veil in front of Sun Wukong's eyes, revealing a very contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I heard that you came from Fuso in the East China Sea, and you are a swordsman and samurai." Sun Wukong said slightly.

"Yes, I came here thousands of miles on the merchant ship hired by the governor just to be able to appreciate the exquisite martial arts of the masters of the Eastern Continent. Even if I lose, I'm happy to yearn for it. "Miyamoto Musashi Michi.

"So, you should be the most powerful samurai in your Fuso country? Otherwise, we wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to come here to challenge our masters. ”

"Let's just say that I can't find an opponent that I left my country."

"Am I the first person you've challenged?"

"You're the first one here, and I believe it's the best place to start, because, I know, you're not your average master."

"So, you're going to beat me?"

"No matter what the outcome is, out of respect for my opponent, I will give it my all and make no reservations."

"I'm not here to fight you, not for the sake of being the best in the world."

"And what are you for?"

"There are some things that can't be avoided after all. Raw, can't hide. Dead, can't hide. When you are alive and fighting for freedom, dignity and beauty, you can't hide from it. Samurai, draw your sword......" Sun Wukong said indifferently.

"Then I... Here we go..."

Miyamoto Musashi turned around slowly, and with a crisp sound, the long sword was quickly pulled out of the scabbard at his waist, and the silver-white sword body reflected the warm sunlight, and the light and shadow swept across the turquoise lake.

His eyes were full of murderous energy, staring at Sun Wukong's every move.

In the next moment, Miyamoto Musashi pointed his sword directly at Sun Wukong, his legs were bent, his dantian was heavy, his legs suddenly exerted force, and his whole body jumped into the air in an instant, and constantly rotated counterclockwise, after three circles, Miyamoto Musashi made a "three-element sword qi style" sword move, and slashed diagonally towards Sun Wukong.

The sword qi enveloped the air, made a hissing beep that broke through the air, and went straight to Sun Wukong's front door.

However, Sun Wukong did not have a trace of panic, and through the black veil, he was controlling all the movements in front of him at all times. When the sword qi was halfway through, he still hadn't made the slightest preparation for a fight.

"Huh? My sword qi is so fast, halfway through, he still doesn't make a move, and ordinary people are already panicking. Miyamoto Musashi pondered the scene in front of him.

The sword qi continued to fly forward, and there was still a quarter of the journey left... Eighth... Sun Wukong finally made a move.

Sun Wukong kicked backwards, and the golden hoop stick standing behind him kept flipping forward in an instant, Sun Wukong rushed out with his right hand, held the end of the golden hoop stick, and then slammed the sword qi in front of him. The sword qi was suddenly split down on the level of the hillside, and a deep and long pit suddenly flashed to the ground.

"It's so easy to slash my sword moves, it's really a master of the masters." Miyamoto Musashi thought inwardly.

Miyamoto Musashi exerted his strength with both feet, and struck like lightning to Sun Wukong's close body, and after the long sword reached the range of attackable distance, the sword move was quickly stabbed, and Sun Wukong swung his stick to block. At the moment after the sword move was blocked by Sun Wukong, Miyamoto Musashi appeared in another direction of him like a ghost, but after stabbing the sword, he was knocked down by him immediately. Immediately, Miyamoto Musashi continued to appear in different directions of Sun Wukong's position, and in just one second, Miyamoto Musashi had ten swords stabbed out in different directions.

Although Miyamoto Musashi's sword moves were as fast as lightning, he still couldn't hurt Sun Wukong at all.

Miyamoto Musashi temporarily put away his sword, turned around and fell back to the place where he raised it. He wanted to wait for Sun Wukong to take the initiative and then find his flaws.

When Miyamoto Musashi was not on a firm footing, Sun Wukong had already hit three consecutive stick blows, hitting different directions of Miyamoto Musashi. Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword and slashed down one by one, and the rod wind formed by the golden hoop stick wrapped in the air whistled in his ears one by one.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong suddenly turned over and jumped into the air, about ten meters, he was under his head and feet, holding one end of the golden hoop stick, and his body formed a straight line with the rod. With a snap of his fingers, Sun Wukong stabbed this fatal blow perpendicular to the ground to the place where Miyamoto Musashi was standing.

Miyamoto Musashi saw the attack of the stick thorn, and jumped backwards suddenly, landing his feet on the surface of the lake, which was able to dodge the deadly blow of Sun Wukong.

The golden hoop rod then struck the top of Yuya Lake, and the entire flat slope was shaken, and tiny cracks began to appear.

Miyamoto Musashi suddenly skimmed the water, and kept spinning around the flat slope of the small fishtooth lake, and he spun faster and faster, until the eyes of the lakeside spectators thought he had disappeared. However, for Sun Wukong, he can still clearly distinguish which position the opponent is in.

Miyamoto Musashi's rapid rotation formed a hurricane, encircling Sun Wukong in the heart, and in the inner perimeter of the hurricane, there were constantly all kinds of sword moves, or stabbing or splitting or sweeping or pointing. Almost at the same moment, a sword stabbed out in every direction. Although the hurricane was fast, the surface of the water was not rippling.

Sun Wukong's eyes were quick, and when he saw the move, he immediately rotated the golden hoop stick, and his body rotated clockwise in place at the same time to form a golden bell jar, which was just the opposite of the direction of the hurricane's rotation.

The spectators on the lakeside couldn't see the two masters clearly, but they could only see that on the flat slope, there were sparks everywhere and the wind was surging.

Although the "Hurricane Sword Style" is very powerful, it is not Miyamoto Musashi's special move, and the "Hurricane Sword Style" move is to pave the way for the last sword "God Fall".

Of all the attack directions of the "Hurricane Sword Style", only the attack directly above the attacked person is the weakest, so the attack direction of the "God Fall" is to stab down from the direct upper direction of the attacked person.

When the attacker uses the "Divine Falling Sword Style" that falls from the sky, the attack of the "Hurricane Sword Style" will still not stop, but the speed and strength of the sword will be slightly reduced, and it will still be difficult for the trapped person to get out of the hurricane.

Miyamoto Musashi felt that the time had come, he flashed into the sky directly above Sun Wukong like lightning, and transported all the vitality around him from the tips of his toes to the tips of his fingers, and the long sword stabbed down at the speed of light, and the tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to Sun Wukong.

However, when Miyamoto Musashi used the "Divine Falling Sword Style", Sun Wukong had already realized that the "Hurricane Sword Style" was not as fierce as before. Sun Wukong thought that the reason for this situation could not be the decline of the other party's strength, especially such a sword master. The only possibility is that the opponent will perform the most lethal move downwards somewhere else, directly above him.

Through the whistling sound of the hurricane, Sun Wukong vaguely felt that above his head, there was a subtle sound of the sword breaking the air, he immediately stopped the golden hoop stick, held up the tail end, and struggled to push the golden hoop stick upward, just with Miyamoto Musashi's "Shenluo Sword Style", and suddenly touched together.

After Sun Wukong stopped the dancing of the golden hoop stick, the sword qi of the "Hurricane Sword Style" around him continued to attack him. He saw the black curtain in front of him, which was suddenly cut into countless small pieces and flew in the air. So, he let out a loud shout, and his vitality skyrocketed from the inside out, and his whole body was suddenly surrounded by a dense vitality so that the sword qi of the "Hurricane Sword Style" would not hurt himself.

When the two faced off, the wind generated by the vitality caused the calm lake to ripple and spread to the shore.

When two masters face off, it is difficult to decide the winner in terms of moves, and they can only use the level of their vitality to identify the final winner.

Miyamoto Musashi constantly sends the vitality in his body to the tip of the sword, and so does Sun Wukong, constantly sending vitality to the top of the stick. At the same time, Sun Wukong continued to gulp in the air around him, and his chest and abdomen continued to skyrocket.

Since Sun Wukong was wearing a straw hat at this time, Miyamoto Musashi could not detect his move at all.

When Sun Wukong felt that he had absorbed enough air, he suddenly raised his head upward, and let out a "heaven-shaking roar", a roar that shook the sky and the earth, and struck Miyamoto Musashi's body like a storm.

When Miyamoto Musashi found out, he didn't have time to put away his sword and turn back, only to hear his "uh-huh", which was thrown high into the air by Sun Wukong's whistling breath and blown down on the shore of Yuya Lake.

The spectators on the surrounding shore were also shocked by the long howl that looked up to the sky.

After Miyamoto Musashi was defeated by Sun Wukong, he lay on his back on the ground, blood kept leaking out of the corners of his mouth, and after a while, he slowly got up and left with his sword.

"Hmph", Sun Wukong looked at the figure of Miyamoto Musashi leaving, and snorted coldly.

Immediately, Sun Wukong recited the secret words, summoned the somersault cloud, raised the long wind, submerged into the clouds, and went straight to the Moon Picking Tower in the richest place in Chang'an.

A quarter of an hour later, the somersault cloud slowly fell, and he walked up to the Moon Picking Tower, and found that the people around him were all looking at him in fear and horror.

Sun Wukong suddenly had an ominous premonition, he quickened his pace and walked towards Zhibai's room. When he arrived at the room, he called Zhibai's name, but no one responded.

He vaguely smelled the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, mixed with a slight smell of blood, and he suddenly looked sideways and knew where Bai was caressing. Through the gauze curtain, he saw Zhibai lying quietly on the ground, motionless.

Sun Wukong took five steps and made one step, came closer, swept the gauze curtain with his hand, and found that a trace of black-red blood came out of the corner of Zhibai's mouth, and his breath was faintly lying on the ground.

Sun Wukong suddenly picked up Zhibai in his arms and shouted loudly: "Zhibai... Zhibai... Tell me who did it, I'll kill him! ”

A few hot tears dripped from the corners of Sun Wukong's eyes on Zhibai's face, mixed with Zhibai's tears.

Zhibai tried hard to squeeze out a smile, and said angrily: "Why were you beaten so ugly, even your hairs stood up?" ”

"Zhibai... Zhibai... I'm just a monkey..."Sun Wukong cried bitterly and choked up.

"I already knew, the first time you came, I saw it from the window... Take me to see the Pegasus, I'm afraid it's too late to go..."

"Okay, I'll take you, go now."

Sun Wukong took Zhibai and stepped on the somersault cloud, and flew to the place full of peach blossoms last time.

However, before the somersault cloud flew out, Zhibai's hand hung down weakly.

"Zhibai... Zhibai..."Sun Wukong tightly hugged Zhibai, who was motionless and did not have a trace of breath.