Banquet hall, as time passed, Yun Shibao gradually fell into a bitter battle, Yamamoto Musashi is worthy of being the first master of Dongying, rich combat experience, martial arts are extremely skillful, at first Yun Shibao can also rely on the self-reincarnation machine Daigo empowerment of the martial arts skills to deal with it.

But with the consumption of internal force, the gap in cultivation has gradually become prominent, Yun Shibao's internal force has consumed most of it, while Yamamoto Musashi is still fierce, and one knife and one style are more and more aggressive.

"No, if this continues, I will be dragged to death by the old thing, and I must fight quickly..."Yun Shibao said secretly in his heart.

But having said that, in the face of a master whose cultivation is one realm higher than himself, Yun Shibao has been able to support it very much against the sky now, how can he master the rhythm of the battle?

Just when Yun Shibao's internal strength bottomed out and his heart gradually sank, suddenly there was a soft sound from the dantian, and the internal force of the Yijin Sutra suddenly ran wildly on its own at this moment, absorbing the free aura in the air.

The internal forces are recovering rapidly.

One-third, one-half...

Soon, Yun Shibao's almost exhausted internal strength actually recovered as before, and even more majestic than before.

"Is this the special attribute of the God of War Formula? Increase your cultivation in battle? Yun Shibao was surprised and delighted, it really deserved to be a special exercise that required 100,000 arrogance values to be compatible, just with this special attribute, Yun Shibao felt that the money was too well spent.

Knowing this, let alone 100,000 arrogance, it is 1 million, or even 10 million, Yun Shibao will not hesitate to pay this money.

With this attribute of automatically recovering internal force in battle, Yun Shibao is equivalent to carrying an "infinite magic medicine pack" with him, replenishing "mana" at all times during the battle, so that a single round of staying power, let alone facing a second-order high-grade powerhouse like Yamamoto Musashi, is a second-order consummation, or even a third-order powerhouse, Yun Shibao is not afraid.

Of course, Yun Shibao will not stupidly run to fight with the second-order consummation, or even the third-order powerhouse, after all, the staying power is there, but the hardness is worse than these powerhouses.

After all, the strength of the internal force of a high-rank martial artist is far from being comparable to that of a low-rank martial artist, for example, the same martial art, urging the same amount of internal force, after a high-level martial artist uses it, it is enough to divide the gold and crack the stone, while a low-level martial artist may only be able to break a wooden plank.

The reason for this is nothing more than the difference in the strength of the internal force between the two.

"Since that's the case, then, it's my turn to perform next..."Yun Shibao's face showed a hint of hideousness, maybe he still couldn't fight with the second-order consummation martial artist, but he was still very confident in defeating Yamamoto Musashi, a "divine ninja" whose internal strength gap was not so great.

"If you come to the fourth form of the divine palm, the Buddha asks Jialan!" The voice fell, Yun Shibao pinched the seal with his left hand, and slapped towards the door of Yamamoto Musashi with a powerful coercion in his right hand.

At this moment, the banquet hall where the wind was gusting and the ghosts were crying wolves suddenly changed, and the child who was just like a Shura evil ghost suddenly looked solemn and the Buddha's light shone.

With bursts of Sanskrit sounds, a phantom of the Buddha with a benevolent face appeared above Yun Shibao, his big hand stretched out, and with Yun Shibao's movements, the Buddha's hand pressed down towards Yamamoto Musashi.

"Oh God, this... Is this child a demon or a Buddha? ”

"It's a real hammer, the movement on the beach of Modu that night was really caused by this kid..."

"There is such a terrifying figure in the East, is it still useful for our strong ships and cannons?"

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"Broken River. The Demon Sword is here! Feeling the endless coercion contained in Yun Shibao's blow, Yamamoto Musashi's face, who had been very calm since the beginning of the battle, finally changed.

He obviously felt that this kid's internal strength had been almost consumed, how could he suddenly become so fierce again?

He must have instilled all his internal forces in this palm, wanting to decide the winner with one blow.

As long as you survive this blow, you can easily kill the little bastard who has lost your internal strength, and when the time comes, you can not only deter the forces present, but also get rid of a scourge, killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Musashi's face calmed down again, and he clenched his saber with both hands and greeted him.

With Yamamoto Musashi's movements, a huge sword shadow appeared out of thin air and collided with the Buddha's hand.

"Boom..."A huge amount of energy spread out around the two of them, and the ground began to tremble violently, and the originally solid walls cracked into cobweb-like gaps under the aftermath of the explosion.

"It's not good, this building is going to collapse, run..." Seeing that the aftermath of the battle between the two was getting bigger and bigger, the building was crumbling, and I don't know who shouted, everyone in the banquet hall finally reacted and ran out as if they were running for their lives.

"Whew... Who are you?" After receiving Yun Shibao's blow, Yamamoto Musashi instantly knew that he had just thought wrong.

This little bastard's move is strong and domineering, where is the end of a strong crossbow, and it is clear that he is full of stamina.

Thinking of the strange aura fluctuation just now, where did he still not understand what was happening? This guy can actually recover his internal strength while fighting, this Nima is a scoundrel.

At the age of six, he had such a cultivation, a round and natural martial art, coupled with such a strange and powerful exercise... How could such a terrifying figure exist in this world.

"I'm your grandfather..."Yun Shibao's mouth grinned, and Yamamoto Musashi, who was almost stunned by a word, didn't take a breath and held back.

"What a sharp-toothed boy, I want to see if your kung fu is as good as your mouth." After taking a deep breath and suppressing the anger in his heart, Yamamoto Musashi's face turned pale.

"Are you sure you won't wait for these people to leave before you fight? I don't care..."

"But tonight, all the forces gathered, if you accidentally hurt them, are you sure you can withstand the pressure from these forces?" Yun Shibao casually stuffed a lollipop into his mouth and said slowly.

This old devil, Yun Shibao will kill tonight, but he doesn't want to implicate more people and hurt the innocent.

"Why am I afraid of them? But the old man is kind-hearted, and he will take your life after these innocent people leave. Yamamoto Musashi snorted coldly.

"Where the fart is bigger, Tian shamelessly calls himself Da Dongying..."Yun Shibao said disdainfully.

Yamamoto Musashi's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to jump up and sew the little bastard's mouth shut.

"Can you pause?" Yun Shibao said.

"Agreed!" Yamamoto Musashi nodded, bowed his head and plunged his saber into the floor.

"Click!" Seeing this, Yun Shibao's eyes suddenly flashed, he bit the lollipop, and slapped the head of Yamamoto Musashi with a "Buddha's first appearance".

At the same time, Yamamoto Musashi also took out a short knife from his bosom and stabbed it at Yun Shibao.

The two of them unanimously chose to sneak attack.

"Bang!" The two sides retreated with one touch.

"Shameless old thief, dare to sneak attack." Yun Shibao pinched his teeth and looked at Yamamoto Musashi with indignation on his face.

"At a young age, I didn't know what integrity was, and I was a son of man in vain." Yamamoto Musashi also glared at Yun Shibao with an angry expression.

"Phew!" Each spat at the other in disdain.