Yidaoliu is one of the oldest schools in the ancient kendo of RB country, and it is also the most powerful school.

Pay attention to the soul and spirit, and the sword in the hand is integrated, the mind is indomitable, and one blow will kill.

Ito Ichito-ryu has a long history, originating from the sword saint Ito Ichito-sai during the RB Warring States period, and is also the ancestor of Ito Bongbun.

This knife flew out, a sharp and slender but a few feet long cold knife, like a white rainbow through the sun, it had already slashed to the top of Zhao Junyu's head in an instant, and more than ten meters around the latter were locked by wisps of sharp knife qi, Zhao Junyu had no way to dodge!

A solemn, pious expression appeared on Ito Bongfumi's face, and every time he took out the sword, it was a sacred ritual for him!

"Since that great defeat decades ago, Feng Wenjun has been focusing on cultivating his state of mind. ”

"I didn't expect that the current strength has reached such a point. ”

Chiyo Masao, looking at this earth-shattering sword, said slowly.

He hadn't seen Ito Fengwen make a move for a long time, and when he saw the power of this sword, he was secretly frightened, even if he compared his own swordsmanship, it was not much better.

"Yes, Feng Wenjun is at the bottom of the waterfall every day, waving his knife thousands of times, rain or shine!"

"Now my heart is like a rock, and my comprehension of sword intent has faintly touched the edge of that level!"

Onomura on the side, his eyes glowed with admiration.

His ancestor was a disciple of Ito Ichitosai during the Warring States Period, and although he later called himself Ichizhi, he always regarded Ito Ichito's stream as the mainstay.

Saori Ito had mixed feelings, hoping that her grandfather would win, but also vaguely unwilling to kill Zhao Junyu.

But he knew the horror of his grandfather's swordsmanship, and he had seen his grandfather split an armored tank with a single sword.

Under the knife, there will be no survival!

Boom!

There was a huge booming sound, mixed with the color of gold and iron, and it spread out in all directions, and the space was almost shaken!

At the same time, countless sword qi and fist winds shot out in all directions, and some of the Chiyo family guards who were not far away, as well as some clansmen, screamed again and again, either by these sword qi penetrating the body and cutting into several pieces, or by the terrifying fist wind directly hit a cloud of blood mist, the most unfortunate of which was that the core high-level of the Chiyo family, Chiyo Masao's second son Chiyo Yoshiki, although he hid far away, he still happened to be swept by a wisp of sword qi, and a blood hole appeared in his chest.

"How can this be"

Chiyo Yoshiki, eyes full of disbelief, slowly fell.

He was in charge of nearly half of the Chiyo family's industry and billions of dollars in assets, and he died here like this.

"Yoshiki ......" Chiyo Masao was stunned, since Zhao Junyu appeared at this moment, he has already died two sons!

After the fist wind and sword qi subsided, everyone in the Chiyo family opened their eyes wide.

In the center of the confrontation, a huge fist glowing with a blue and white metallic cold glow slowly retracted.

Zhao Junyu looked at the opposite side with an indifferent face behind his back, holding a knife in both hands, and Ito Fengwen was standing upright.

"Who won?"

"It must be Master Ito!"

"Master Ito will kill with one blow!" the Chiyo family members shouted with excited faces.

"Did Grandpa win?" Saori in the distance was a little puzzled, looking at Grandpa's slightly closed eyes from afar, and faintly felt that something was wrong.

This is...... Chiyo Masao and Onomura Taira glanced at each other and felt that something was wrong.

"Sure enough, you're not a grandmaster. ”

"You ......"

Ito Bongfumi's body suddenly began to tremble violently, a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and a pair of shining eyes gradually lost their luster.

With a bang, he knelt down on his knees, his head slowly drooped and he fell to the ground with a bang.

One of the five great kendo masters of the RB country, the sect master of Ito Ichisword, Ito Bongfumi, die!

Zhao Junyu's domineering fist strength directly shattered his heart.

"Grandpa!" In the horror and death silence of the audience, Saori Ito burst into tears and threw herself crying.

"Lord Masao, this son is weird, you and I will join forces to kill this fang!"

Seeing Ito Bongwen die, Onomura was shocked and left the spirit of bushido behind, and rose high in the air, a slender and sharp katana with a cold white light was already in his hand.

"Huaxia child, go die!"

A sword volley stabbed out of the air, and suddenly a dazzling sword light exploded out of thin air, dividing into dozens of fine sharp sword qi, sneering at Zhao Junyu and cutting at him, like a fine sword net!

At the same time, Chiyo Masao shouted loudly, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed out obliquely from the right, and a monstrous wave of swords was layered on top of each other, bringing up bursts of air spirals all over the killing machine, and pounced on Zhao Junyu sideways.

These two kendo masters joined forces to attack, and the earth was shocked, and there were bursts of fierce hurricanes blowing on the flat ground.

Deep fine marks were directly swept out of the ground, and within the range of the sword moves of the two, they completely disregarded the life and death of the Chiyo family.

More than a dozen clansmen were directly killed by the aftermath of the sword qi of their own family head and Onomura Taira, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Saori Ito was about to be swept away by the aftermath of the sword qi, but suddenly a strong force threw her far away out of thin air and landed in a small lake in the distance.

Zhao Junyu has clear grievances, and said that he would spare her life, and he did what he said.

The combination of the two great kendo masters is only a slight threat to Zhao Junyu.

Zhao Junyu's momentum changed, one palm was erected, and a burst of white air flowed in the palm of his palm, rotating rapidly.

"True Martial Seventeen Style, Splitting the Sky Slash!"

Zhao Junyu shouted, and a palm stabbed out obliquely, and the palm power was condensed like a white gas long knife that was more than ten zhang long.

A powerful wave of destructive qi between the blades erupted with the power of cracking the sky.

Gathered into a huge white sword ray, splitting the dense sword rain of Onomura Taira, as well as the layers of sword waves of Chiyo Masao!

Onomura Taira's katana, a medium-grade spirit soldier, couldn't withstand this huge sword, and broke into two pieces and flew out and fell to the ground.

At the same time, with a bang, Onomura flew straight backwards and landed on the ground, looking at his chest incredulously.

At this moment, a deep palm mark suddenly appeared on his chest, and then his back suddenly bulged a lot.

"Brother Fengwen, that's right, you are not in the realm of a great grandmaster. ”

"You are an innate martial sect!" Onomura Taira finished speaking, his eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and his body fell backwards with a bang.

With only one palm, the second kendo grand master, the sect master of the Ono Sword Sect, Onomura Taira, die!

At the same time, Chiyo Masao took a few steps back with a bang, and the hand holding the katana had completely cracked, and blood was dripping with blood.

"Innate Martial Sect ......"

"Your Excellency is actually an Innate Martial Sect!"

Chiyo Masao's eyes were full of disbelief, how old is this Huaxia child, and he is already in the realm of the Innate Martial Sect!

You must know that the martial artists of the Innate Martial Sect are rare in the global martial arts world!

(Po Sing Shek Academy)