Countless tiny spar particles sensed Mulan's summoning, emitting a tiny amount of magic blue energy from each other, breaking through the suppression of air and gravity, and flying around the ghost warrior Miyamoto.

At this moment, the crystal dust in the sky bloomed with dazzling blue light, riding the flowing wind, surrounding the figure, gathering the most dazzling side, and throwing it at Miyamoto, a ghost warrior who was surrounded in the center, wearing a red carcass maru battle armor.

At this moment, the ghost's face stiffly distorted, facing the blue light of the spar sprinkled from the sky, the ghost warrior Miyamoto could only stand grinning, and the spar dust that was pressed in all directions was unavoidable, and he could only take the move of the sword dancer Hua Mulan - he had already had no way back.

Feeling the light shining on his body, the ghost warrior Miyamoto's whole body burned unconsciously, he clenched the long sword and short sword in his hand, and his vicious eyes showed a sharp luster.

And in an instant, the voice of the sword dancer Hua Mulan wafted from the air - "Hedron Sword Dance!" When the voice fell, the crystal dust in the sky flew from every angle of the void towards the oni warrior Miyamoto at the center point, and those shining crystal dust seemed to be countless small sharp swords, with their most brilliant edges, pointing at the enemy at the same moment.

But of course, Miyamoto, the ghost warrior, will not sit still.

"Peerless !!" The demon's face let out a grinning roar, and the ghost warrior Miyamoto staggered his sword and slashed outward with all his might, and the blades of the sword blades of Zangdong and Autumn Cliff intensified into the fiercest whirlwind in the rapid friction.

The huge, crimson whirlwind, from the heart of the ghost warrior Miyamoto, swirled violently, sweeping towards the rushing sky of crystal dust with terrifying might.

"Let my whirlwind devour your crystal dust completely!" The hoarse voice of the ghost warrior Miyamoto roared angrily, he wanted to use this strongest whirlwind to resist the pervasive edge of the crystal dust in the sky, and resist the deadly counterattack of Mulan!

He was confident that his strongest Peerless Whirlwind would definitely be able to block this blow, and the overlapping high-speed wind currents would sweep away the countless crystal dust in an instant, bringing the ghost warrior Miyamoto a moment of vitality.

He already knew that his attack would not be able to defeat the hedron, but it was enough to have a momentary chance! As long as there is a moment when the whirlwind drives back the crystal dust, he can seize the opportunity to kill Mulan with one blow, as long as that moment, it is enough!

However, the truth was not as he thought, and he finally underestimated the power of Mulan's Awakening Sword Dancer's strongest move, the "Hedrol Sword Dance".

When the red whirlwind swirled, its powerful power only swept the hedron powder for a very short time, less than a minute and second, and only at the moment when the ghost warrior Miyamoto had just taken a breath, countless spar powder broke through the encirclement from the high-speed wind flow that recoiled.

The crystal dust in the sky bloomed with the most dazzling light, with their most brilliant edge tearing through the huge whirlwind that swirled and whistling, and from the perspective of the sword dancer Mulan, it was the colorful and dazzling blue light that swallowed the entire crimson whirlwind at the moment of reversal, drowning the ghost warrior Miyamoto and finally swinging his special move.

The vicious eyes froze, the face of the ghost warrior Miyamoto was cold for a moment, and he felt a dazzling light coming from all directions, illuminating his faintly trembling battle intent at this moment.

The bright edge splattered down, the dazzling brilliance bloomed on the ground, and the crystal dust in the sky exploded around Miyamoto Musashi in an instant!

- And at this moment, Miyamoto Musashi stared empty, as if everything in front of him had become ethereal.

However, a fire ignited.

Out of the corner of Miyamoto Musashi's eye, he saw flames, orange, scorching, fangs and claws, flames. From the corner of his eye all the way to his entire gaze.

What ignited? Miyamoto Musashi didn't know, he was surprised why the flames suddenly ignited.

He felt that what he saw was unbelievable, but at the same time that the flames were so real that he turned his head to see what was on fire.

But when he turned around, he saw that everything around him was burning, houses, fields, bridgeheads, road signs, everything was screaming in the fire, torn apart by the flames, and burned by the flames!

Miyamoto Musashi turned his head sharply, but saw that there was also a fire burning in front of him, endlessly burning, fluttering, and whistling.

Why? Why is this happening? Where did this flame come from? When did it burn up?

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes widened and froze, not understanding where the fire was coming from, until a long-lost smile appeared in his empty gaze, and he suddenly remembered it, and he realized it.

This flame didn't burn out suddenly, this flame has been burning, it has been burning since Fuso five years ago, it burned Fuso, but it didn't burn Miyamoto.

The flame has always been in Miyamoto Musashi's heart, and it has been burning, spreading around Miyamoto Musashi, burning endlessly!

This is, Miyamoto Musashi's nightmare!

The smoke from the shadow of the flame was rising, blackening the pure sky, and the hot air was rushing in from all sides, burning Miyamoto Musashi's skin, his face covered with water, his whole body dripping with sweat in the heat, and his pupils froze, fearful in the fire, lost in the fire.

He buried his head in agony, and saw that even the deep earth was red from the fire, and even dried blood solidified on the scorched soil.

Miyamoto Musashi frowned heavily, he could never accept all this, the fire he faced when he returned from fame, the fire that burned down his hometown and homeland, and even burned his only love.

This fire will be his eternal nightmare, he can't let go of it and can't accept it, he must take revenge, go find the sinner who ruined Fusang and killed his family, and take revenge on him!

In the fire that spread throughout Fuso, he only dared to believe that there was only one place that was still alive and could not be affected by the flames—the Yin and Yang Valley of the ghost worker.

He then got up from the scorched red earth, gasped for what was left, waded through the scorching flames, and went to one of the most mysterious secret realms in Fusang, the Valley of Yin and Yang.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, even though the sea of fire could spread throughout Fusang, it still couldn't burn into the range of the Yin Yang Valley.

With his last hope, Miyamoto Musashi used Autumn Cliff Kuruda to unlock the seal of the Yin Yang Valley, but when he stepped into the valley, he was still faced with a bleak death.

Although the Yin Yang Valley avoided the sea of fire, the ghost workers did not escape this catastrophe.

The ghost worker is also dead.

In this catastrophe under the sea of fire, no one in the whole of Fuso was spared, and the only one who survived was Miyamoto Musashi, who happened to go out for a decisive battle.

There may be other survivors. Everyone thinks like this, it is, but Miyamoto Musashi doesn't think so anymore, he doesn't care if there are still survivors of Fuso in this world, he only knows that the whole of Fuso is ruined, and his beloved, is also dead.

Everything was destroyed in that monstrous fire.

The fire can't be burned, it's Miyamoto Musashi's nightmare, it's also Miyamoto Musashi's hatred and anger, he wants revenge, he wants revenge!

When he left from the Yinyang Valley, Miyamoto Musashi already knew who was the culprit who destroyed Fuso, and he was going to find that person and slash his life with his own hands, and he wanted revenge!

After spending a day and a night in Fuso, where the fire was burning, Miyamoto Musashi's whole body was burned, and his tough skin was also flushed with a piercing red.

But by the time he stepped out of the burned-out Fuso, he had become a lonely and terrifying avenger.

At that moment, his cruel gaze was filled with endless hatred.

At the exit of the Fuso border, Miyamoto Musashi met an investigation team sent by the great power Tang Cao, a large case review team deployed by Dali Temple.

Fusang, a small country village gathering place subordinate to Tang Cao, has long been governed by Tang Cao's co-governance and legal covenant, and in principle, will be protected by Tang Cao.

This fire, which burned Fusang, will of course alarm the entire Tang Dynasty.

However, Miyamoto Musashi doesn't care about all this anymore, Tang Cao's people are too late, they appear now, and it is useless to do anything, it is meaningless...... Fuso, already ruined.

But the people of the Dali Temple investigation team will obviously focus their eyes on him, on him, the person who came out of Fusang alive.

The army quickly stopped his way, and the medical personnel immediately stepped forward to inspect his injuries, and the investigators rushed up to interrogate him in various ways.

But Miyamoto Musashi, whose eyes were red and full of hatred, didn't want to pay attention to anyone at all, he drew his sword, and several whirlwinds swung out, repelling everyone who stood in his way.

After discovering the danger of the target, no one in the investigation team dared to step forward, but they kept an eye on the Fuso survivor and immediately confirmed his identity.

Miyamoto Musashi, the holder of the hidden winter and autumn cliffs in the four swords of the ghost worker, the swordsman who killed the sword demon of the sword mound, the world-famous Fuso sword saint, and at the same time, the only survivor found in the Fuso catastrophe.

The investigation team did not dare to block Miyamoto Musashi's path anymore, and only reported the information about the Fuso Fire Sea back to Dali Temple. From that day on, Miyamoto Musashi became the heaviest suspect in the Dali Temple's case against Fuso Huohai, and at the same time became a dangerous object of close surveillance by Tang Caoguo's high-level surveillance.

In the Tang Dynasty, where the legal system is sound and the country is strong, all the whereabouts of Miyamoto Musashi will be secretly monitored, and even with Di Renjie's consent, Dali Temple can quickly mobilize strong people to carry out a strong round-up of Miyamoto Musashi.

However, none of this is important to Miyamoto Musashi.

Because, he will no longer stay in Tang Cao, in order to avenge Fusang's blood and hatred, he will embark on a decisive lonely journey.

He will, go to Qin Chu!

At this moment, hatred had condensed into Miyamoto Musashi's hot heart, so full that he let go of the "number one in the world" that he had been pursuing for a long time, and in order to take revenge, he temporarily put down his kendo.

And when he crossed the eternal rivers between the realms and set foot on the unknown border of Qin and Chu, he found that there were two people standing on the shore of the realm far away, as if waiting for him.

One of them was tall, with long limbs, covered in dark blue armor, and even his head was wrapped in a sharp battle helmet, and he looked like a very powerful warrior. But he stood behind him with a dark blue scythe in his hand, while another man in a white cloak stood silently in front of him.

The man was half a head shorter than the armored man behind, and the whole person was wrapped in a white cloak, and there was no image or breath to be seen.

The person who came was not good, this was Miyamoto Musashi's only judgment, in a foreign border that he had never set foot on, Miyamoto Musashi would never trust anyone easily, although he did not shy away from leaning towards the shore, but his hands were already pressed on the sword at his waist.

"Long admiration, the world-famous Fusang Sword Saint. We...... I've been waiting for you for a long time. Just as the raft at his feet was close to the shore, the man in the white cloak spoke.

"Who are you?" Miyamoto Musashi stared at the strange foreigner in front of him and asked coldly.

"We ...... It's someone who has the same purpose as you. The man in the white cloak said, and the man in armor stood behind him, not saying a word.

"The same purpose—for what purpose?" Miyamoto Musashi asked in a deep voice, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his left hand, as long as the other party's words were different, he would immediately strike.

"Of course, that's the purpose of your coming to Qin Chu-" The man wrapped in the white cloak paused for a moment, and then said two words that made Miyamoto Musashi's eyes vibrate, "Revenge." ”

"When I heard the news from Tang Caoguo, I immediately rushed here. I know that even if Fusang is completely destroyed, you will definitely survive, and you will set foot on the land of Qin Chu with the will of revenge. ”

"Everything is exactly as I thought it would be."

"Who the hell are you?" Listening to the man's words, Miyamoto Musashi's pupils froze, and he questioned again in a deep voice.

"I said, we are people who have the same purpose as you, and we are also people who want to seek revenge on Xu Fu!"

"My name is Ying Zheng." As the voice fell, the man unfurled his jade-white cloak, revealing the silver hair and handsome face of the purple emblem, and then, with a pair of bright eyes like a dragon, he stared at Miyamoto Musashi who had come from afar.

Miyamoto Musashi also stared at the person in front of him, staring at his twin dragon-like eyes, and after a moment of silence, he set foot on the land of Qin Chu and embarked on a resolute path of revenge.

- When Miyamoto Musashi opened his eyes, he almost used the strength of his whole body. The nightmarish flames had dissipated in the blink of an eye, though only temporarily, and he knew that the flames were his eternal nightmares. But everything is gone, whether it is blood hatred or revenge, it is all in the past, and at this moment, the most important thing for him is to stand firm and live.

Because he is a Fuso Sword Saint!

The flame of memory forced Miyamoto Musashi to the extreme determination in the place of death. He stood on the ground, still in the form of an awakened demon warrior, and although the demon's face was stiffly twisted in pain, his heels did not waver in the slightest.

The brilliant crystal dust in the sky had already fallen from the void, and in that terrifying and gorgeous spar sword dance, the ghost warrior Miyamoto was frontally damaged by the burst of crystal dust, and thousands of tiny blood marks were cracked all over his body. The blood fell on the crimson armor, and the tragic red was not visible, but his body was already seriously injured.

It was true, but the oni warrior Miyamoto still stood hard, straightening his badly injured body to prevent himself from falling.

The ghost warrior Miyamoto grinned and gasped, raised his fierce gaze, and stared directly at the sword dancer Hua Mulan not far away, and let out a hoarse sneer.

"Mulan, do you think this will defeat me? I am...... Never fall! ”

Sword dancer Hua Mulan also gasped, she stared at the fierce ghost face of the ghost warrior Miyamoto, and her cold eyes fluttered inadvertently.