On the banks of the same river, Miyamoto Musashi frowned, and the river breeze blew through his messy sideburns, writing full of grimness. And the strange thing is that his eyes have been fluttering faintly, and the left half of his face is stiffly twisted, as if he is enduring some pain.

This is Miyamoto Musashi's unknown problem, as long as the heart is nervous at first, the sword mark on the left eye will hurt. Although he was already trying to restrain his feelings, the slender sword mark on his left eye still emitted a burning pain, and then most of his face stiffened in this pain.

After all, in this situation, it is impossible for him to suppress his nervousness even if he is a Fusang Sword Saint...... At that moment just now, he watched Bian Que, who was a few steps away, being pierced in the air by dozens of lightsabers, and fell to the ground more ugly than a dead corpse. And Arthur and Han Xin have already been defeated under the sanctions of the group of lightsabers, and there is no sign of getting up. Under such a horrific attack, no one was able to resist at all......

Now, it's his turn......

Miyamoto Musashi knows, this is only him alone, he can't run away. So with the burning pain of the sword mark in his left eye, he suddenly raised his serious gaze, only to see that the light was shining brightly, and hundreds of sharp blades were already in the sky. Miyamoto Musashi didn't say a word, and only pressed the sword in the sheath with both hands. And in his heart, the fear of defeat was already wanton, he knew that he couldn't block this wave of attacks, and it was impossible to resist Yingzheng, he should escape.

In fact, from the very beginning when facing Ying Zheng and Candle Dragon, the idea of escaping lingered in the heart of this Fuso Sword Saint. As a person from Tang Cao Fusang, he was too deeply involved in the chaos of the country of Qin and Chu, and he was implicated in too many things that he should not have been implicated and did not want to be implicated. And the kilometer candle dragon that he encountered in the end turned out to be such a terrifying existence, but anyone who is a little sane knows that he shouldn't stay here for a long time, anyway, he is not from this country, and there is really no need to work hard here with these people.

So he had long wanted to leave, so when Zhang Liang and the others made the decision to escape, he fled in one direction without hesitation. Even if Mozi appeared later, Bai Qi was dying, Xiang Yu committed suicide, Liu Bang was dangerous, and all these things happened, they didn't attract him at all, he just wanted to leave Qianjiangling as soon as possible and leave the chaos of Qin Chu as soon as possible. But he couldn't escape.

It's not because anyone is in the way, it's because he has demons in his heart. Even if he is as ruthless as Miyamoto Musashi, he can't cut off the little conscience he was born with...... Although he is not from Qin Chu, although he came to Qin Chu for revenge when he first came, although he stayed in Qin Chu just to seek enemies, although he never admitted that he was Ying Zheng's subordinate, although he could still find many good reasons, he couldn't really convince himself.

He has been in Qin Chu for six years, and he has seen the disasters of the two generations of dynasties before and after this country, and has experienced too many conspiracies and plans of the Qin Emperor Yingzheng - he is not from Qin Chu and has been too deeply involved in the chaos of Qin and Chu, and it is impossible to take a break and say that all this has nothing to do with him. Even to put it more seriously, Ying Zheng can cause the catastrophe that threatens the world today, and he also has a great responsibility! How could he just get away with it?

After all, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't escape the condemnation of his conscience, so he couldn't escape from Qianjiangling at the best time. Although he didn't know what he could do, he still stayed, hiding in the hidden mountain forest, witnessing everything that happened later, and his inner sanity continued until he was forced out by the eighteenth dragon fire, until he was forced to face the light sword in the sky until now, he was actually very scared and nervous in his heart, so that the sword mark on his left eye burned more than once. But he couldn't run away, not even for a while.

Because in addition to the persecution of conscience in his heart, the unconscious Zhang Liang was still lying behind him. It is impossible for him to escape the pursuit of the lightsaber with Zhang Liang on his back, let alone leave Zhang Liang here. If it wasn't for this person named Zhang Liang who rescued him, he Miyamoto Musashi would have died in the ruins of the Black Land Afang Palace. Now that he is alive to breathe a breath of air, he also knows that this favor must be repaid.

So in this case, there is only one craziest path to go. Miyamoto Musashi's breath sank, pressed his waist and back, and actually made a sword drawing movement. And at this time, Ying Zheng, who was floating in the night sky in the distance, was still laughing wildly, especially after seeing these hateful enemies stabbed by the swarm of flying swords, his laughter was even more crazy and wanton.

"Hahaha! Ant! Lunatic! This is your punishment! Disobedience is punished for disobedience to the king! ”

"And you, and you, Miyamoto, you Zhang Liang - that's right, Zhang Liang! You madman must die too! It must be broken into thousands of pieces! "Destroy in my glory!!" Ying Zheng stared fiercely at Zhang Liang on the ground in the distance, a pair of dragon pupils filled with the light of rage. He opened his arms with all his might, and wildly released the vast magic blue energy in his body.

Although in his human form at this moment, Ying Zheng no longer has the elemental thousand-meter giant body, and he can no longer release the pure dragon fire that destroys the world and destroys the world, but at least he still has the huge and endless magic blue energy of the candle dragon in his body. With this continuous and powerful energy blessing, his own magic spells will burst out of the unprecedented vicissitudes of life, for that breath of swordsman dream, he has given up so much, lost so much, and finally he is left with the dedication to the sword in his heart.

If he fell—no matter what kind of battle he fought, no matter how many injuries he suffered, no matter who the enemy was—but as long as he relaxed his shoulders and let his heavy body fall backwards, he would feel that the breath in his heart that had lasted for more than ten years would be dissipated. Everything is ruined, nothing is left...... So no matter what, he can't fall. Even though it may be stupid, hurtful, and torturous to his body, he just doesn't dare to be rational, because he can't let that breath in his heart dissipate, he can't.

is also such a stupid and stubborn belief, but every time it gives birth to an inexplicable powerful force, making Miyamoto Musashi, who is covered in bruises, straighten his spine and never waver. Now, too. Miyamoto, the ghost warrior, raised his blood-stained demon face and stared at the starry Yingzheng in the distance, his eyes as hideous as before. At the same time, the eyes of the dragon's bright pupils also looked down from thousands of miles away, looking at the lightsaber filled with blood, but the figure stood stubbornly and upright. As a result, the light of the five circles of magic circle flowed, and countless dark golden lightsabers flew into the air again.

This tenacity came just in time, Miyamoto Musashi wanted to die, and Yingzheng was even more happy. Since he wants to resist, he wants to see how many lightsabers these ants can block him!

Between the lightning and flint, a group of sharp sword roars approached the air, and the five whirlwinds also squeezed and overlapped in the void, and in time they fused into a blade whirlwind with a larger body and more violent speed. This is the strongest defensive move that Miyamoto Musashi can use, unleashing a whirlwind array at close range to use as a powerful wind wall. Yes, Miyamoto Musashi wants to use the whirlwind array to resist the lightsaber group flying in the air, and he wants to confront Yingzheng's killer blow head-on!

Because he has no way to retreat, and he doesn't want to sit still, he must fight hard - no matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how fierce the attack is! Therefore, under the gaze of Miyamoto Musashi, the dark golden sword rain finally collided head-on with the huge whirlwind array. The lightsabers flying in front rushed in with an indomitable momentum, and were immediately twisted by the powerful wind currents that swirled at high speed, shattered in the invisible thousands of wind blades, and turned into countless brilliant sand and dust floating in the void.

But then, dozens, hundreds of lightsabers swarmed in, and the situation immediately changed dramatically. When the number of lightsaber synchronous shocks increased dramatically, the resistance of the whirlwind array was quickly pushed to the limit, and the high-speed whirling wind flow had no time to intercept and split. Hundreds of lightsabers pierced through like a burst of dark golden rainstorm pear blossoms, tearing through the entire roaring whirlwind array in just a few seconds. And Miyamoto Musashi was isolated at the mouth of the shore, facing the countless lightsabers that broke the wind in that moment, and even his eyes seemed to be darkly golden, but his eyes were still as tragic and resolute as the sword marks on his left eye. In a moment's time, Miyamoto Musashi quickly swung the long knife in his right hand, covering the gaze of his left eye with the blade of Zangdong.

As a result, the yin and yang of the two eyes were reversed in an instant, and the power hidden in the depths of the body quickly emerged - in the void, dimensional cracks opened, and countless crimson plates flew out of it, surrounding Miyamoto Musashi, and quickly built a crimson nine-foot long coffin, completely enclosing Miyamoto Musashi's body inside.

That's right, at this critical moment, Miyamoto Musashi is awakening - he is liberating his epic soul awakening, and at the same time using the transition of the epic soul awakening to do his own protection. In the immediate aftermath, a large number of lightsabers that tore through the whirlwind array flew down at a rapid pace, without any gaps at all, only piercing the crimson coffin with extremely sharp edges, and piercing a coffin into a "hedgehog" full of blades.

The frontal piercing of more than a hundred lightsabers finally disintegrated the entire coffin's defenses. Miyamoto Musashi, who awakened in time, also shattered the coffin of the entire sealed body after holding on for just three seconds. The crimson fragments scattered all over the sky, but the dark golden edge continued to advance, and now Miyamoto Musashi no longer had the protection of the coffin, and he had to rely on his own flesh to resist the blade of the sword, or escape with the "god speed" of his own body.

But of course he didn't dodge, and the ghost warrior Miyamoto, who was dressed in a red carcass battle armor, stood in front of Zhang Liang, still resolutely straightening his back. The white demon's face contorted and roared, and he was frightened but unflinching. The dark golden blade was forced into the air, and the ghost warrior Miyamoto pulled out the autumn cliff and slashed like crazy, with the red flames and lightning roaring on the blade, he smashed all the lightsabers that approached him with all his strength, and split them all into glittering pieces.

However, the huge number of lightsabers like a swarm of bees, how could he be able to fight with the strength of his hands in less than three seconds, more than three hundred lightsabers pierced through the air, even if the ghost warrior Ghost warrior Miyamoto tried his best, even slashing and slashing whirlwind, he could only smash half of the blades. And what about the remaining half? Among those lightsabers that were too late and could not be finished, more than one hundred and twenty slashed past the body of the Oni Warrior Palace, and they sharply tore through the protection of the carcass armor, leaving countless scars on the flesh of the Oni Warrior Miyamoto. And about thirty other lightsabers were directly inserted into the body of the ghost warrior Miyamoto. With an unstoppable sharpness piercing through the armor, it stabbed into the flesh and blood of the ghost warrior Miyamoto.

Under the impact of this lightsaber, even if he swung the whirlwind array and used the epic soul awakening, the powerful Fusang Sword Saint had already been beaten to a thousand holes, and it was so tragic that he couldn't bear to look at it directly. But behind the ghost warrior Miyamoto, Zhang Liang, who was unconscious, was still lying quietly, and his whole body was not stabbed by a lightsaber. Even if the flat ground around him was full of glittering sword remains, the place where he lay was still a pure land.

There was only blood, only bright red blood flowing from the wounds all over the body of the ghost warrior Miyamoto, dripping into the wet earth, and then staining half of Zhang Liang's clothes. ......In the short silence after the sword rain, the heavy coughing sound seemed to be a metaphor for defeat. But the ghost warrior Miyamoto hadn't fallen yet, he coughed up the blood in his throat, and his resolute body was still straight. Although he had already blocked the impact of hundreds of lightsabers for Zhang Liang, although he had been beaten to the point that he was covered in scars and bleeding, he had no intention of falling.

Looking back on decades of life, this swordsman who has gone through vicissitudes has never fallen. Every time he faced an invincible battle, every time he was beaten and bruised by the enemy, a belief would ignite in his heart - he didn't understand why, but he just didn't want to fall, or even dare not fall. He just felt that in his life that was so stubborn and vicissitudes, he had given up so much and lost so much for that dream of being a swordsman, and in the end, he was left with the little bit of dedication to kendo in his heart.

If he fell—no matter what kind of battle he fought, no matter how many injuries he suffered, no matter who the enemy was—but as long as he relaxed his shoulders and let his heavy body fall backwards, he would feel that the breath in his heart that had lasted for more than ten years would be dissipated. Everything is ruined, nothing is left...... So no matter what, he can't fall. Even though it may be stupid, hurtful, and torturous to his body, he just doesn't dare to be rational, because he can't let that breath in his heart dissipate, he can't.

is also such a stupid and stubborn belief, but every time it gives birth to an inexplicable powerful force, making Miyamoto Musashi, who is covered in bruises, straighten his spine and never waver. Now, too. Miyamoto, the ghost warrior, raised his blood-stained demon face and stared at the starry Yingzheng in the distance, his eyes as hideous as before. At the same time, the eyes of the dragon's bright pupils also looked down from thousands of miles away, looking at the lightsaber filled with blood, but the figure stood stubbornly and upright. As a result, the light of the five circles of magic circle flowed, and countless dark golden lightsabers flew into the air again.

This tenacity came just in time, Miyamoto Musashi wanted to die, and Yingzheng was even more happy. Since he wants to resist, he wants to see how many lightsabers these ants can block him!