There is a remote martial arts hall in the western suburbs of Kyoto, called the Excalibur Martial Arts Hall, this martial arts hall does not have many apprentices, and there are no guests, and it is deserted every day.

The owner of the Divine Sword Martial Arts Hall is an old man with white hair and a robe, in this modern society, this old man dressed in extremely ancient costumes makes people feel that they have a feeling of being a master of the world.

Under the stage, two figures, one red and one white, are competing with swords, and the speed of the two moves is extremely fast, and you come and go like ****.

Ding!

With two soft sounds, the long sword in the hand of the figure in red was taken out of his hand, and the man in white put away his sword and stood.

"Your sword style is good, but your feet are too empty, and the next game is unstable, just now you and Jun came to fight against the Shower Sword and suffered a loss, and the reason is here."

"In the future, practice more diligently."

"It's Master." The woman in red saluted the old man.

"Jun Lai, your swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to last year, but your shortcomings are becoming more and more obvious, the essence of the shower sword is not the sword like a rainstorm, but the sword is like a shower, the sword is merciless, and does not give the enemy any respite, you are too rigid in form."

"Practice the speed of the sword with logistics, and don't engage in those useless tricks."

"Yes, Master!" The man in white nodded yes.

Zhang Junlai, a man in white, and Feng Shasha, a woman in red, are both the old man's personal disciples, and today's 'competition' and 'teaching' are also very ordinary and ordinary days, but the peace of this day was broken by a sudden person.

A young Japanese man dressed in a Kita-ryu costume walked into the martial arts hall alone.

"Beichen Yidaoliu Yamada Jiro challenges the old man of the main wind of the Excalibur Gate!"

Feng and his entourage came to Jiro Yamada: "Your master is Chiba Yingnan?" ”

"Twenty years ago, my mentor lost an arm in a battle with you, and this shame will be washed away by me today!"

"Mr. Wind, please draw your sword!"

Jiro Yamada pulled out a sword.

"Japanese, my master is seventy years old this year, don't you feel ashamed that you bully such an old man?"

Zhang Junlai came over: "If you want to fight, I will fight with you!"

"One by one? It's okay, no matter how many people there are, I, Jiro Yamada, accept them all!"

Jiro Yamada threw the challenge book on the ground.

"If Mr. Feng doesn't dare to accept my challenge, then the Divine Sword Martial Arts Pavilion is not qualified to open any further, and the Divine Sword Sect is not qualified to survive in the world."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight!" Zhang Junlai was very impatient.

"When I came, my master said to me, there are many masters in the Kingdom of Heaven, and I was told to be cautious, but I didn't expect to see it today, but that's it."

"What are you talking about, come on, come on, I'll fight with you."

Zhang Junlai jumped forward, stabbed out with a sword, and with a flash of sword light, one of Zhang Junlai's arms fell to the ground.

Jiro Yamada slowly retracted the knife.

Zhang Junlai was stunned for three seconds, and rolled on the ground with a miserable scream.

"Sasha, Xiao Lei, you take you to the hospital, go now!"

Feng and his entourage looked gloomy, walked to the sword stand, and took off their love sword, the 'Chengying Sword'.

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect lifted Zhang Junlai, Feng Shasha took the severed hand, and hurriedly ran out.

"Young man, your swordsmanship is indeed good, but you act too viciously, twenty years ago, your master and I competed, his arm was ashamed after the defeat, and he cut it off himself, you hurt my disciple because of this, don't blame me for bullying the small and ruthless!"

"Just what I want!"

Jiro Yamada holds a sword against each other.

The wind and his line of swords, the sword is like a shower, one move is faster than the other, as the contemporary master of the Divine Sword Sect, he defeated the Beichen Sword Streamer Twenty years ago, of course, he relied not on luck, but on strength.

Under the onslaught of the wind's breathless sword moves, Yamada Jiro retreated step by step, and when he retreated to the wall and could not retreat, he was hit by a sword in his left arm, although it was not seriously injured, but it was not light, and this, it was still the wind and his party were merciful.

"Young ......"

"I haven't lost yet!"

Just when the wind and his party wanted to stop, Yamada Jiro said something in a shadowy voice, and then saw him standing in front of his head with a sword in his hands, muttering to himself......

"Murmur ......"

A strange scene happened, and the wound on Feng's arm healed quickly......

Feng and his party were shocked, and Chengying in his hand continued to attack, but no matter where his sword stabbed Yamada Jiro's body, the wounds on Yamada Jiro's body would heal instantly and be unharmed.

This is by no means Beichen's first-class sword skills!

The wind and his party were stunned inexplicably.

Snort –

Ding!

Just when the wind and his party were stunned, Yamada Jiro's figure passed through his body like a ghost, and returned to the same place in an instant, and the whole process did not even take a second.

It's too fast, it's not like a human can do it.

Jiro Yamada put away his knife, and the wind fell.

"This is not Beichen's ...... sword" Feng Yixing's chest was pierced by a sword, and he gasped.

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that you lose."

Jiro Yamada turned and left.

"Call the police, call the police, Master, Master, send Master to the hospital quickly!"

There was chaos in the Excalibur Martial Arts Hall.

Cloud City.

In the living room, Chiba Yezi and Lin Fei were sitting on the sofa, chatting harmoniously.

"I followed Master to learn swords when I was three years old, and it has been fourteen years since today."

"I am the youngest of Master's many personal disciples, but my strength is the fastest to improve, my Master told me that I am a rare swordsmanship genius in a hundred years, and I am convinced of this."

"When I was fifteen years old, I lost to another genius disciple of my master, Yamada Ichiro's younger brother, Jiro Yamada."

"Since then, I have learned that talent is only the foundation, and if you want to become an invincible swordsman, you can only work harder and constantly surpass yourself."

"A year later, I tried against Jiro Yamada again, and I lost again."

"That time I was a little disheartened, I walked into the snow mountain alone, I didn't expect that in the vast snow, I understood the mystery of the sword, half a year later, Yamada Jiro came to the snow mountain to find me, and I was easily defeated."

"Yamada Jiro was very unconvinced, and challenged me several times one after another, but the result was still the same, at that time, he was no longer my opponent, but I never said this to the public, because outsiders thought I couldn't beat Yamada Jiro."

"In this case, you are the strongest master of the young generation of Beichen Yidao."

"Yes."

"I want to become the strongest swordsman in the world, so, Lin Feisang, fulfill my wish, come and compete with me, the real sword wins!"

Chiba leaves the sofa and pulls out the knife.

"I'm not busy, you see I don't have a weapon in my hand now, you have such a sharp knife, how can I fight you with my bare hands?"

"Where's your iron skewer?"

"Donated to the Jiang Provincial Museum."

"That'...... What to do? Chiba Hako thought for a moment and said, "I'll go and get it for you." ”

"That's not good, I took the initiative to hand in the iron skewers, and you helped me get them? So what do other people think of me? ”

"Then how can we fight without weapons?"

"That's right, but don't worry, I'm already looking for someone to build it, and it won't take long to build it."

"How long will it take? Is there an exact time? ”

"Three or five years, about the same."

"Okay."

Chiba Hako sat down.

"What do you mean by Miss Ye?" Lin Fei thought that she would leave if she said this, but seeing her like this, it didn't seem like she was going to leave at all.

"Waiting is also a kind of practice."

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