"In the last game, the three ships fought against Ling Tian."

The presiding samurai was also very concerned about this game, and deliberately announced in a long tone.

Rumble!

The crowd boiled instantly, and now, it is finally the final round, which is the selection of the next general.

It's the same level as the Hokage candidate.

Of course, the selection requirements of the Hokage are higher, and merit, strength, and prestige are indispensable.

The Iron Country is more powerful, and they need shadow-level powerhouses to maintain the neutrality of the Iron Country.

Who will win?

Mifune, a samurai powerhouse who has been famous for a long time, can fight with the demigods of the ninja world without dying, and in the previous battles, the strength is also obvious to all, and it is an extremely strong existence in all aspects.

And it's obviously in the prime of life, and it's experienced.

Ling Tian, a rising star, is also amazingly powerful, with superb speed and extreme sword, which makes his popularity highly respected, and he is a genius rarely seen in a hundred years among samurai.

The duel between the two top samurai will be so thrilling, the samurai are not like ninjas, the fighting style is fast, accurate and ruthless, if you are not careful, you will lose, and there will be no long-term battle.

......

On the battle platform.

On the wide decisive platform, Ling Tian and Sanfune stood fifty meters apart.

On the left side of the battle platform, Mifune is dressed in samurai clothes, with a narrow sword at his waist, and the scabbard is simple and simple, and on the right, Ling Tian is dressed in a cyan robe, and there is also a sword pinned to his waist, and the ordinary scabbard has no peculiarity.

By now, Ling Tian was already eleven years old, and his well-trained body was extremely sturdy and shapely, just a little shorter than Mifune.

Only a slightly immature face reminded everyone that Ling Tian was just a teenager.

"I will not show mercy."

Mifune's words were like the peaks of the ages, calm and powerful, and strong conviction lingered in his voices.

"Give it your all, or you'll have no chance of winning."

Hearing this, Ling Tian said expressionlessly, just like his name, proudly staring at him.

So far, no one has been able to show him his swordsmanship achievements, either his strength is too low to be used, or the type of battle is different, such as rain ninja and forbearance, so if he doesn't find an evenly matched opponent, Ling Tian is not very clear about his swordsmanship achievements.

In terms of swordsmanship, Ling Tian alone has the inheritance of the two great sword heroes, and his achievements in swordsmanship have long been immeasurable.

If it was in the era when chakra did not appear and samurai were rampant, Ling Tian's sword skills alone would be enough to overwhelm all the strong ones, and no one would be invincible.

With his right hand on the hilt of his sword, Mifune didn't speak more, his sharp gaze was firmly fixed on Ling Tian, compared to Hanzang, whose strength was far superior to him, to some extent, Ling Tian put more pressure on him, this was not to say that Hanzang was inferior to Ling Tian, in fact, Hanzang's strength was far superior to Ling Tian.

It's just that Hanzo is no longer a pure samurai after all, his strength is no longer pure, and there are many more weird methods of ninjas.

In his opinion, Ling Tian was a pure warrior.

Fast and ruthless, Ling Tian has already mastered the essence, especially fast.

Ling Tian's speed was already difficult to even capture with the naked eye.

"Kenichi!"

In a flash, the distance between Mifune and Ling Tian was reduced to only ten meters, his sword was unsheathed, and there was a trace of firm faith hidden in the cold light, and he struck out.

The air is like water, the ancient well has no waves, and there is only one person left in the heaven and the earth, and nothing else.

Yamamoto's eyes on the high platform couldn't help but narrow, this Ling Tian was really powerful, Mifune faced him, the sword realm had already gone one step further, and his spirit was condensed and not dispersed, and there were signs of unification.

Ling Tian's face did not change, his right hand held the hilt of the sword, and the pale blue sword light was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, accurately pointing at the tip of Mifune's sword,

Sonor!

The tips of the chakra swords collided together, and the sparks splashed in all directions, dazzling.

"How do I feel a little numb." Offstage, there were samurai trembling.

"Me too."

"I heard that the duel between top samurai will send chills down the hearts of the spectators, and it is true."

While the crowd was talking, the field also entered a white heat.

Dingding......

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, and the sharp collision is sharp.

At this time, Ling Tian's extraordinary reaction from the plateau bloodline came into play, and in this fierce hand-to-hand confrontation, Ling Tian gradually gained the upper hand and suppressed Mifune.

Ling Tian fought faster and faster, more and more heartily.

At this time, he remembered that the Plateau Bloodline not only strengthened his reflexes, but also accelerated his swinging speed.

The inheritance knowledge was quickly absorbed by Ling Tian, and the swordsmanship became more and more agile and tricky.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before Mifune is defeated.

Knowing that something was wrong, Mifune was injured desperately, and suddenly withdrew ten steps back, and in the process of retreating, two sword qi were slashed out in a row, hindering Ling Tian's pursuit.

Ling Tian split his sword qi and looked forward.

"This trick is still a grass creation, please evaluate."

On the other side, after standing firmly, Mifune's eyes froze and said in a deep voice.

Ling Tian showed a hint of amusement, at this moment he already had the chance to win, but he didn't mind seeing Mifune's methods.

I saw that Mifune's body suddenly exuded a strong belief, this belief was like a real existence, attracting the air, setting off waves, at this moment Mifune, the whole person seemed to exude an invisible light of faith.

This light was not dazzling, but extremely soft, so that everyone couldn't help but show a trace of respect.

"Huh."

Interesting, is this what beliefs are?

The corners of Ling Tian's mouth hooked up a hint of curvature, quite playful.

The power of faith emanates and envelops this air.

As if provoked, a condensed will suddenly appeared on Ling Tian's body, this will was like a heavenly sword, as soon as it appeared, it was slashed down.

Silent.

Thundered.

A strange scene is presented, and the real world has no waves.

However, all the people watching the battle were shaking the earth in their minds, and they all covered their heads in pain and snorted.

The stronger the strength, the deeper the feeling.

The Heavenly Sword slashed down, and the space enveloped by faith suddenly shattered.

It's a long story, but it's actually just a moment.

Mifune, who was looking directly at Ling Tian, snorted, blood spilled from the corners of his eyes, and he suddenly fell to his knees, all supported by his sword, so that he did not fall.

Profile.

"Sword Intent!"

Admiral Yamamoto's color suddenly changed, and the old man's voice became sharp, as if he had broken the sound.

Qimu Shuomao also showed a hint of surprise, he didn't expect that Ling Tian would have condensed his own sword intent at this age.

The strong have their own will, and the strong in kendo is the sword intent.

Those who possess sword intent are invincible, and all illusions can be broken with one force.

It's like Qimu Shuomao, it's hard to have illusions that can work on him.

And the strongest illusion in the original book, other gods, can even directly distort people's will.

But can this trick really work for Madara Uchiha?

A strong man like Madara Uchiha is extremely strong-willed, and it is almost impossible to shake it, not to mention that no one uses other gods on Madara Uchiha, even if it is used, it will never take effect.

However, it was almost impossible for such a thing as will to appear in a genius like Ling Tian.

This is a congenital deficiency in experience, experience, and sharpening, and it cannot be made up for by talent.

Or rather, it's not ordinary talent that can make up for it.

Yamamoto turned his head to look at Qimu Shuomao, and he wanted to speak, how much he wished that Ling Tian was a member of their Iron Country.

However......

Yamamoto suddenly let out a long sigh, there are rare treasures in front of him, but they don't belong to him.

Suddenly, he remembered the previous warrior's report, Ling Tian seemed to have been brought by the Moon Princess.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's gaze at Ling Tian suddenly carried a hint of unpredictability.