"Hehe, old man Miyamoto, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you have gone back alive, why are you still bullying juniors?" A rough voice sounded in the air, and then a golden ray of light fell from the sky and shot towards Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi frowned, and pulled out one of the two long knives at his waist. This is a sky-blue long knife like the firmament of the property, with delicate and complex cloud patterns on it, full of murderous aura. The purple fighting qi instantly enveloped the blade, and a swing of the knife was like a lightning bolt in the clear sky, and even made a thunderous sound like lightning.

The purple sword greeted the golden rays that fell from the sky. The two collided in the air, and in an instant, a flash of light almost obscured the sunlight! The huge shock wave caused the steel-solid stone above the top to shatter with a roar.

Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu had to strike at the same time, laying down a wall of fighting qi to protect the Mo Wenjian couple behind them. However, even if the two joined forces, they were still forced to take half a step back, and this was only the aftermath of the impact of the two fighting in the air!

The golden mangs that fell from the sky froze his figure, and the dazzling golden light dissipated, and he was a tall and burly Panta man, holding a golden sword, and his golden fighting qi was steaming like a flame, as if the gods had descended to earth.

"Panta Sword Saint, Kim?" Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly, and revealed the identity of the other party, naturally it was the golden boss of Ponta West, the Panta Sword Saint Golden Fat Man.

"Hehe, old man Miyamoto, is it a shame to be embarrassed? If you want to do it, how about you play with you?" The golden fat man slowly fell down with a casual face, stood between Miyamoto Musashi and Mo Wenjian, glanced back at Mo Wenjian, grinned, and leaked a hearty smile: "Brother Mo, you also feel this sword intent?

"It seems that there is a slight gain!" Mo Wenjian nodded with a smile, he had always maintained this peaceful state from the beginning, as if he was facing a Saint-level master who was hostile to him!

"Golden Fat Man, do you want to get involved in this matter today?" Miyamoto Musashi stared at Jin with a cold look in his eyes, no more than Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu, he could not pay attention to the whole case, and the Jin of the same holy rank was in front of him, although he recognized himself as having a slight advantage, but it may not be possible to make a gain.

The golden fat man was just about to speak, but Mo Wenjian took a step ahead of him and said: "This is not necessary, Brother Miyamoto, if you have any thoughts, I will come to understand!"

"Old Mo!" "Teacher!" Mrs. Mo and the two disciples of Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu exclaimed in surprise almost at the same time. At this time, Mo Wenjian was deprived of his fighting spirit cultivation, at best, he was just an ordinary person with very good physical fitness, how could he fight with the Holy Order?

The fat man also looked at Mo Wenjian with some puzzlement: "I said Brother Mo, now is not the time to be angry? Old man Miyamoto still has a few brushes!"

"It's okay!" Mo Wenjian smiled slightly, glanced at the tombstone of the Nine Prisons Sword Demon Liu Hua, and swept his eyes over the seven words full of sword intent, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "When I was young, I was mentioned by Senior Liu, but at that time I couldn't understand some of the arguments of Senior Liu, but these days, I have some insights into Senior Liu's words in the past, and when I see these words left by him today, it seems that I have had an epiphany, Brother Miyamoto came just right!"

Mo Wenjian said, and slowly pulled out a soft sword from his belt, the soft sword was narrow and soft, and it looked unprofitable. However, Mo Wenjian raised the sword, and his fingers slowly wiped over the sword body, and the soft sword body actually straightened up with his brush. At the same time, the sword body shines like a mirror.

"Qiushui Sword! This was given to me by Senior Liu in the past, I hope I can gain something from this sword. It's a pity that I haven't understood the meaning of my predecessors for more than 20 years, and this sword has not been used for more than 20 years because of me, but today is the time for him to shine with the brilliance it deserves!" Mo Wenjian smiled slightly and walked forward slowly. With one step, a fierce sword intent rippled out from Mo Wenjian's body, two steps, three steps. With every step of the Mo Wen Sword, the momentum was improving. By the time he crossed the golden fat man, the momentum on Mo Wenjian's body had surpassed that of Jin, and his whole body carried a sharp and surging sword intent.

"This is ......" Miyamoto Musashi in the air had a solemn face, he felt a strong sense of oppression from Mo Wenjian's body, and that indestructible sense of sharpness made him feel cold all over his body when he was still a few feet away, but he still didn't feel the ripples of the elements on Mo Wenjian's body. This is completely illogical, the momentum has swelled to this point without elemental fluctuations, this is like a forbidden spell played without magic elements!

"Hmph!" Miyamoto Musashi snorted lightly, drawing another long knife. Compared with the previous one, this long knife is a little plain in appearance, dark throughout, and also has delicate moire. But as soon as it came out of the sheath, a cold air suddenly overflowed.

"What a Heavenly Tail Feather Zhang!With its own dark attribute!Compared to our Aegean's four elemental famous swords!" The golden fat man's eyes lit up and he exclaimed sincerely. The golden sword in his hand is Jin Kui, one of the four great elemental swords of the Aegean, which is as famous as the Ice Charm of Emperor Wang Baidi, the Fire Soul of Hyde Ike, and the Thunder Spirit of the former Lei Sibing, which can double the strength of the fighting spirit. And the two long swords in Miyamoto Musashi's hands in front of him are known as the two of the three great swords of Dongying. The sky blue is called Tiancong Yun, sharp and incomparable, known as the wind and indestructible iron sharpening, and has a strong defense-breaking effect on all kinds of elemental shields, known as the first in Dongying's sharp edge! And the latter is called the tail feather of the sky, which is a dark attribute divine weapon, which can increase the dark attribute fighting spirit by 120 percent! The increase strength is still better than that of the four major element swords of the Aegean!

With the two swords in hand, Miyamoto Musashi's mood calmed down a lot, and he looked at Mo Wenjian with sharp eyes. Mo Wenjian still had a calm face, and even had a faint smile on his face.

Miyamoto Musashi's face sank like water, and his two knives alternated in front of him, and he snorted softly. The two swords actually flashed black fighting qi and purple thunder light fighting qi respectively. Dongying Martial Saint can actually use two different elemental powers at the same time.

Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu were all shocked, and even the golden fat man was shocked. Only Mo Wenjian was still calm.

Miyamoto Musashi spit out a string of Dongying words, and as soon as the two swords were crossed, a two-color crossed sword burst into the air, and continued to expand in the air, and in an instant, I saw that the front of Mo Wen's sword had expanded from a zhang long to dozens of zhang long and nearly a zhang wide.

Mo Wenjian did not move, and the Qiushui Sword in his hand gently leaned forward. Silently but with an incomparably fierce momentum, a narrow sword that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye pierced out, and stabbed in the center of the crossed sword. Countless cracks appeared on the huge sword in an instant, and then shattered into a starry sky, and then disappeared without a trace.

"This ......" Wei Mengsu and Ling Mengshu were dumbfounded, the golden fat man was dumbfounded, and Miyamoto Musashi was also dumbfounded. It's a power they've never seen before. In terms of power, the power of the Mo Wen Sword is certainly amazing, but it will not surprise the two Holy Ranks. What surprised them was that the sword of Mo Wen Sword did not carry any elemental fluctuations, or that it did not contain any elements that they were familiar with! Without elements, how did this powerful blow come about.

"Why do you need to compete in the way of the sword!" Mo asked the sword in front of him, and said softly: "A thousand gods finger, ten thousand demons sealed, dare to ask the peak of the Six Realms, the three-foot autumn water is spotless, and the world is unparalleled!

"This can't be!" Miyamoto Musashi said angrily unwillingly, and then stepped forward, his body turned into a gray shadow, and instantly arrived at Mo Wenjian's side, swinging his knife and slashing down, but before the knife fell, he saw a little cold light arrive first, and then the sword came out. Mo Wenjian's Qiushui sword had already pierced his eyebrows, and the tip of the sword was only less than an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

This was Miyamoto Musashi's feelings, and in an instant, countless ways to dodge had flashed in his mind, but they were all overturned in an instant. There is only one way to avoid this sword, retreat!

Miyamoto Musashi had no choice but to retreat, but when he retreated, the Mowen Sword, which seemed to be rooted and motionless under his feet, moved. Mo Wenjian's body seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke, and followed closely with him, and the tip of the sword was still pointed directly at Miyamoto Musashi's eyebrows. Miyamoto Musashi has no way to avoid it, so he can only retreat again, retreat and retreat!

The scene in the field suddenly turned into Miyamoto Musashi, who was like a thunder and flame, kept retreating, and the Mo Wen sword, who did not have any fighting energy blessing in his body, followed him like a shadow, and the autumn water sword in his hand was pointed directly at Miyamoto Musashi's eyebrows.

Miyamoto Musashi retreated again and again, until he withdrew from the platform, and flew into the air, only then did he barely pull away a little distance, and the double swords were pulled from the bottom to the top, wanting to remove the Qiushui sword of Mo Wenjian. Unexpectedly, Mo Wen sword was stunned, his body stopped slightly, and at the same time, his arm was retracted to avoid this flirtation, but at the moment when Miyamoto Musashi was empty, a sword stabbed out again, still pointing directly at Miyamoto Musashi's eyebrows.

"Bastard!" Miyamoto Musashi couldn't avoid it, and he didn't want to retreat again, so he roared angrily and no longer retreated, but swung out from both sides at the same time, and it turned out to be the same death. Of course, in fact, no matter who can see such an attack, the final result must be that the tip of the sword has almost reached the center of Miyamoto Musashi's eyebrows, and Miyamoto Musashi, who has been pierced in the head, these two knives may be able to cut Mo Wenjian, but Mo Wenjian can at least make some dodge moves, at best, it is injured, and it is basically impossible to achieve the real same end, Miyamoto Musashi can also see this, but he has no other way, he can only fight like this!

However, Mo Wenjian seemed to have expected it, Miyamoto Musashi was already at one end when he was angry, and the originally straight Qiushui Sword in his hand was soft, and as Mo Wenjian's arm swung like a spiritual snake, it happened to hit the wrists of Miyamoto Musashi's left and right hands respectively.

Miyamoto Musashi only felt that his wrists were numb, and his hands could no longer hold the two knives one after another. The two divine soldiers drew two dazzling arcs and fell under the cliff.

Mo Wenjian did not continue to attack, but in front of the sword, he still had that calm and calm expression, and said calmly: "Accept!"

Miyamoto Musashi folded his hands slightly in front of his chest, and the two bulging sword-tip blue-black bruises on his wrists were clearly visible. After a long time, Miyamoto Musashi said softly in a strong and incredulous tone: "Sword system?"

Mo Wenjian bowed his head slightly, smiling: "Sword Department!"

"I see, the legend turned out to be true!" Miyamoto Musashi nodded, his face unable to hide his loneliness.