On the day of the decisive battle, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the foot of Mt. Fuji, and the cherry blossoms here are particularly bright, and the crimson color is like bathed in blood.

The ring had been set up, and Itoo, Naoshi Tamura, and Kakuei Takeda knelt on the ring, waiting for Chu Mo's arrival.

As for Chu Mo, at this moment, he carried a long sword and walked down Mount Fuji step by step;

The sword he carried was bought from a collector in China at a high price of more than one billion.

The blade of the Victory Sword is about seventy centimeters long, the sword body is pitch black, and the edge is hidden.

Everyone was silently waiting for Chu Mo's arrival, no one felt impatient, or everyone was eager to see this "legendary figure";

As the sun passed, Chu Mo dragged a long figure to appear on the horizon in the distance, step by step, slowly walking towards them.

"He's coming..."

In the crowd, there was a commotion, and many people started to talk about it, and the voices of people were boiling.

The three Ito men, who were sitting in the ring with their eyes closed, also opened their eyes and looked up into the distance.

Chen Aiyang stood up, staring at Chu Mo who was walking towards him without blinking, his expression was extremely solemn;

"He's getting stronger again!"

His words carried a hint of admiration, as well as a hint of decadence, after half a year of hard work, his internal strength spread all over his body, and finally broke through to the transformation of energy;

But Chu Mo had already broken through the bottleneck of chemical strength, reached Gangjin, and made greater progress than him, which made him feel powerless for a while;

The scariest thing in the world is not that you don't work hard enough, but that people who are better than you work harder than you.

As for Wang Chao, when he saw Chu Mo, his eyes flashed with the strength of not admitting defeat, and a strong fighting spirit filled his body;

Of course, the current Wang Chao is not qualified to stand in front of Chu Mo, he still has a long way to go.

"Master Chen, this is Chu Mo who killed my apprentice?"

Zhu Hongzhi and a few Hongmen elders sat beside Chen Aiyang, looked at Chu Mo who was walking in the distance, and asked in a deep voice.

"It's amazing, the footsteps are firm, calm and powerful, the momentum is restrained, ready to go, one breath and one breath secretly merge the world, it's really amazing!"

As soon as the big man of Hongmen saw Chu Mo, a stunning light flashed in his eyes, and he was amazed.

"Yes, this son has such a high martial arts talent, if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid he has broken through to the legendary realm..."

Lin Tingfeng of the Nine Palace Sword Sect naturally had a lot of knowledge, and he guessed Chu Mo's realm at this moment at a glance, and his words were filled with amazement and yearning.

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In the distance, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face stood alone, and seven or eight people stood far behind him, looking respectful.

"Zizizi... Such talents... I'm not alone... Okay, good, you can bring in the reincarnation squad..."

"Don't follow me!"

After saying that, the man left without looking back, and it seemed that he didn't care about the outcome of this duel.

In fact, the moment he saw Chu Mo, he already knew the outcome of this battle.

On the other side, a woman dressed in purple with a good temperament stood in the crowd, staring at Chu Mo from a distance;

Although this woman's face is not very captivating, but from a distance, it seems that an immortal has descended into the world, and she does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Chu Mo, who was walking on the road, also sensed three strong war intentions coming, and they were fleeting, and the three war intentions came from three directions;

Chu Mo followed the prestige, but only saw Wang Chao alone, and the other two seemed to have evaporated from the world, without a trace.

However, Chu Mo didn't have to guess to know who the other two people were, this kind of momentum and fighting spirit, Chu Mo had only felt it in Ba Liming.

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Standing in the ring, Chu Mo glanced at Ito Nan and the other three lightly.

"I'm coming!"

"Chu Sang, you are really a believer, in Shimoda Village Shangyi, I will fight you first!"

Ito took a step forward and pulled out the katana in his hand, full of fighting spirit;

The rickety's back seemed to be extremely sublimated at this moment, and it suddenly stood up, with a sharp momentum, as if it was a treasure knife about to be unsheathed.

When Chu Mo saw this old guy alone, he began to feel guilty in his heart, and said that you, a person who buried half of his neck in the soil, seem to think too highly of himself, right?

"Chu Sang, draw your sword!"

Chu Mo was immediately amused when he heard this, and said in his heart, you are a weak force, and you actually asked me to draw my sword seriously, don't be funny, draw my sword? Doesn't it seem to take you too seriously?

The look of contempt in his eyes was undisguised, and he stretched out a finger and shook it.

"Chu Sang, what do you mean?"

"Hmph, you're too weak, let's go together!"

"Your Excellency is so big!"

"Toda? No, no, no, it seems to me that you are so weak that I don't even have the desire to draw my sword! ”

"Besides, if the first person to die under my sword was an old thing buried in the earth with half of his neck buried, it would be an insult to my sword!"

Chu Mo did draw his sword for the first time, and he had not yet drunk blood under the sword, in addition to cultivating the Chiyang Jue in this year, he was cultivating the basic sword technique, and he drew the sword tens of thousands of times a day;

The basic swordsmanship is the foundation of the sword, he always believes that drawing the sword tens of thousands of times, it will be able to turn decay into magic, a sword out of the sheath, the sword swings in the sky, the stars are dark, the sun and the moon are discolored!

In the face of Chu Mochi's contempt, Naoyoshi Tamura can still hold back, then he is a Chinese who mistakenly cast a Japanese birth.

"Yaga, die, die!"

Ito Nan gasped, his eyes were blood-red, the katana suddenly came out of its sheath, and he stepped on the river Luoyu step, and slashed out in the air with a sword of water and moon achi.

This knife is sharp and aggressive.

"Go back!"

Facing Tamura Shangyi, who was like a wounded beast, Chu Mo frowned without blinking, sneered, stepped on the fight, and kicked out with a volley;

With a subtle control of internal strength, Chu Mo hit Ito's wrist with a kick, and the katana flew down, and the defeat was crisp and neat.

"You don't deserve a knife in front of me!"

The gap between Gangjin and Huajin is like a firefly and a bright moon, and it can't be calculated.

One move was suppressed, it was not Chu Mo's enemy at all, if Chu Mo didn't want to make this battle meaningless, Tamura Shangyi's arm would have been abolished at this moment.

At this time, Ito didn't dare to hold it up, so he exchanged colors with the other two, and then rushed forward again with a knife;

Kakuei Takeda and Naoyoshi Tamura are despicable by nature, so they naturally don't care about ghosts like morality, so they also swarmed up, and the three of them surrounded them on three sides.

"That's kind of fun!"

Facing the three major masters of chemical strength surrounded on three sides, Chu Mo's face did not change, but the momentum of his body had changed greatly;

At the same time, a life and death wheel fist came at his fingertips and slapped on Ito's knife, and after a bang, the knife instantly bent to ninety degrees, and Ito Nan flew out with a knife;

However, the quality of this knife is really nothing to say, it is full of elasticity and toughness, and it has withstood Chu Mo's internal strength of thousands of catties, and it is unscathed, and the knife is not out of shape.

In fact, this knife is also not an ordinary thing, but the famous Japanese knife Muramasa.

"Good knives!"

Outside the field, seeing Chu Mo's tough blade, everyone unconsciously gasped and marveled at Chu Mo's strong physique.

"Brother Zhu, judging from the current situation, I'm afraid that there is no hope for revenge..."

Xue Lianxin's eyes flashed with amazement, and he laughed and teased Zhu Hongzhi.

"Old thing, if you want to take care of it, I don't believe that his body can still be hard guns..."

Zhu Hongzhi glared at Xue Lianxin fiercely, although he knew that revenge was hopeless, he was still a dead duck.

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