Chapter 239: You don't deserve to know my name

"What? there is such a thing?!" Hearing this, the burly warrior's eyes flashed with a cold glow, like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Boom!"

The next moment, an astonishing power erupted in his body, overwhelmingly pressing on Lin Xiao, like a monstrous wave, about to crush Lin Xiao.

However, Lin Xiao's face did not change, completely ignoring this terrifying coercion, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

"I'm the eldest disciple of the Kudo Sect Master, Taro Watanabe! Boy, are you from Huaxia?"

"That's right!" Lin Xiao said proudly.

"Humph!"

When Watanabe Taro heard this, he sneered and said: "You Chinese people are the most weak, you were called the sick man of East Asia back then, and you are not the opponent of our island country at all! As for the Chinese warriors, they are all rubbish, and they don't even have the share of carrying shoes for Shizun! You don't need Shizun to go out, I will deal with you!"

"If you're looking for death, I don't mind pinching the ants to death!" Lin Xiao said lightly, and the understated tone didn't take Watanabe Taro in his eyes at all.

Such contempt completely ignited the anger in Taro Watanabe's heart, making him feel that he had been greatly humiliated.

"Hmph, what a big breath! Even a single person dares to be presumptuous in the training hall! In that case, I'll let you see the swordsmanship of the Shinto Mindless Stream!"

As he spoke, Watanabe Taro jerked the knife out of its sheath, and the blade pointed directly at Lin Xiao.

In the kendo dojo of the island country, bamboo knives are often chosen for the competition between martial artists, because they are light and flexible, and have less destructive power, which can reduce the danger factor.

Further up, there is the wooden knife, which is hard and inelastic, and the power is greater, and if you fight with all your strength, it may cause the opponent to break your hands and feet, so when you use a wooden knife to compete, both sides will wear protective gear.

But now, Taro Watanabe directly pulled out a sword forged from stainless steel, sharpened iron like clay, and pierced gold cracked stones.

He was obviously moved to kill, and wanted to let Lin Xiao's blood splash on the spot and kill Huangquan.

This is a training hall, even if a Chinese warrior dies, the officials of the island country will not pursue it, but will help hide it.

For a while, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and tense, and a big war was about to break out.

Seeing this scene, the other disciples also fanned the flames and said:

"Come on, senior brother, give this Huaxia kid a little color and see if he dares to be arrogant!"

"Hehe, Huaxia kung fu is all rubbish, it can't compare to island country kendo at all!"

"Kill him directly, it's too cheap for him, just cut off his hands and feet, and let him live in pain for the rest of his life!"

Hearing these words, a touch of cruelty appeared on Watanabe Taro's face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had won the battle, he looked at Lin Xiao from afar, and said arrogantly: "That kid, my subordinates, don't kill the unknown, report the name!"

"Humph!"

Lin Xiao sneered and said lightly: "With you, you are not worthy of knowing my name!" "With you, you are not worthy of knowing my name!"

Although Lin Xiao's voice was not loud, it exploded in the dojo like thunder.

Unworthy?

This piercing word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Taro Watanabe's chest.

For a while, Watanabe Taro's eyes were red, the blue tendons on his forehead stood up, and a monstrous anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he angrily reprimanded:

"Arrogant! I don't know who the sky is thick and the earth is thick, do you know who I am? I, Taro Watanabe, practiced martial arts at the age of eight, worshiped under the sect of the Amano Sect Master at the age of twelve, and obtained the title of Wai Ji Chuan at the age of twenty-two, and I have challenged more than ten kendo powerhouses one after another, and I have never tasted defeat! In the future, there will be legends about me in the martial arts world of the island country!"

Taro Watanabe's voice was full of pride.

In fact, he also has the capital of pride.

It is the highest title given to disciples by the sect of the island country.

The so-called "exemption" is to obtain the qualification to tell others the name of their genre.

The so-called "Jiden" means that all the techniques in the genre have been learned.

At present, there are less than ten disciples who can obtain the title of "Wai Zhi Chuan Transmission" in the Shinto Thoughtless Stream, and Watanabe Taro is the youngest one.

If there is no accident, in the near future, he will become the successor of Kudo Shizuichi, who will be in charge of the entire Shinto Stream, and will be named a sword hero, and his name will go down in history.

And now, Lin Xiao is saying that he is not worthy of knowing his name, how can he not be angry?

The anger that had been accumulating for a long time could no longer be suppressed, and finally exploded completely at this moment.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, !!Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

In the depths of Watanabe's throat, a beast-like roar came out, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, as if he had changed people, and his eyes bloomed with the light of choosing people and devouring them.

"That kid, go die!"

Taro Watanabe let out a loud shout, and his body jumped up violently like a goshawk, and the sword tore through the air, drawing a sharp trajectory in the sky.

He held the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and slashed at Lin Xiao's face with the momentum of Huashan, as if he was going to split him in two.

Shinto has no thought flow, but in fact it is also a variant of a knife stream, and the core is "one hit kills".

A knife split, if the opponent blocks, practice the knife and lead people to cut together, if the opponent attacks, he has the determination to burn the jade, and will never retract the knife.

As the saying goes, the first knife will never hesitate, and the second knife will never be split!

On the battlefield, slashing or being slain is decided in a split second, and in samurai duels, the first blow is usually the final blow.

This genre, born in the midst of countless infernal battlefields of blood and fire, requires the warrior to quickly concentrate and strike a knowing blow to the enemy, killing the opponent before he is killed!

At this moment, the spirit of Taro Watanabe's whole body was completely integrated into this sword, and at the same time he shouted:

"Mystery slash!"

As soon as the words fell, his speed was as fast as a wind, which had exceeded the limit of the naked eye, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it seemed as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

The mystery of slashing with a sword is one of the strongest mysteries of Shinto's thoughtless stream, and the sword must be obtained, and there is no forgiveness for those who deserve.

As soon as this trick comes out, let alone a mortal fetus, even in the face of a twelve-level hurricane, it can be split alive.

"Huh!"

The sword light is like a flood of autumn water, washing the cold and breathtaking.

At this moment, in the eyes of Taro Watanabe, Lin Xiao was already a corpse, and there was no possibility of survival.

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

One meter!

The sharp blade of the knife was getting closer and closer to Lin Xiao's front door.

However, Lin Xiao not only did not dodge, but also did not have any changes in his face, as if he did not take this "slash against the wind" in his eyes at all.

"Flies don't know how small they are! The fancy shelves of your island country dare to compare with my miraculous skills, it's ridiculous!"

Lin Xiao said, raised his right hand, and slapped it forward.

The movement was light and soft, like swatting flies, as if it had no lethal power.

At first glance, Lin Xiao's "negative resistance" is like a mantis arm as a car, a mayfly shaking a tree, and he can't do anything.

Lin Xiao's palm, which was forged from steel, was not comparable at all, as if he was going to be hacked to death directly in the next moment.