Wei Fatzi knelt on the tatami mat, raised his head, and looked at the cold knife only three inches away from the top of his head in horror, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead.

He could even perceive a stream of heat flowing slowly through his legs.

He was scared to pee.

He slowly turned his head, only to see that it was Lin Xuan's outstretched hand, and his two fingers happened to grip the sharp cold knife.

In addition to his heart palpitations, a wave of happiness rose up.

Zhuo Lanyue also looked at this scene in amazement, as if she didn't expect Lin Xuan to make a move.

Jing Wen knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at this scene blankly.

The three of them are not martial arts people, so they naturally don't know the meaning of Lin Xuan's empty-handed white blade, but the president of the Sumiyoshi Association, the second largest gang in Japan, is different, he knows the horror of Miyamoto Musashi.

He had seen Miyamoto Musashi cut a speeding car in two with a single sword.

Miyamoto Musashi's practice of the way of the sword belongs to the way of Iai, the swordsmanship of this school, all in three words, pull, chop, receive.

And Miyamoto Musashi only practices swordsmanship, no matter how strong the enemy is, he never has one sword, and his sword is faster than a bullet, and Nishiguchi Shionan has never seen someone who can block Miyamoto Musashi's sword-drawing technique.

And the young man in front of him, who was about twenty years old, actually blocked Miyamoto Musashi's sword.

What does this mean, it means that Lin Xuan has the strength to defeat Miyamoto Musashi.

It's incredible.

Miyamoto Musashi is a famous swordsman in the entire Kyushu Island, and he is a disciple of the swordsman Kazuo Sakai.

In Japan, swordsmen are divided into four levels according to their different strengths, from low to high, which are human slashing, swordsman, swordsman, and swordmaster, which correspond to the level of Chinese warriors in the light strength, dark strength, transformation strength, and innate correspondence.

And the top powerhouse among the swordsmen is also called the great swordsman or the famous swordsman.

Miyamoto Musashi is a powerhouse of this level, and generally speaking, it takes at least thirty or forty years of cultivation to reach this state.

And Miyamoto Musashi, who practiced kendo at the age of eighteen, only took twenty years to become a great swordsman, only half a step away from the sword master, and was already a first-class genius in the Japanese martial arts world.

And Lin Xuan looks like he is only about twenty years old, and he has a strength far beyond Miyamoto Musashi, could it be that he has been practicing since his mother's womb?

"This, this ......" Sakai Meidai's eyes widened, and her face was full of incredulity.

"He actually took Miyamoto Musashi's sword?!!"

In her eyes, Miyamoto Musashi was an insurmountable mountain, and now this mountain, in Lin Xuan's hands, began to slowly collapse.

She looked at Lin Xuan, who looked relaxed, in disbelief, and her heart was full of thoughts.

"Could it be that he is a genius in the Huaxia martial arts world?"

Miyamoto Musashi's face changed drastically, and he looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief, Shigeru Nishiguchi and Miyo Sakai were already shocked, not to mention him.

"Yaga!"

Miyamoto Musashi was furious and wanted to withdraw his knife, but he felt that Lin Xuan's hand was like iron pliers, and his two fingers were firmly gripping the knife in his hand, no matter how much strength he used, he didn't move.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and said, "Young people should be polite when they speak, don't scold people at every turn, it's not good." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers.

While~

There was a crisp sound of metal crashing, and you could even see sparks emerging from the knife edge.

Miyamoto Musashi felt a huge force coming from the sword, this power was too powerful, like a mountain and a sea, as if it was not something that human power could resist at all.

Kick, Kick!

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and then he fell to the ground, and the man flipped on his back.

After he straightened up, he stared at the sword in his hand incredulously, only to see that there was a bean-sized gap on it, and there were two cracks of about one centimeter.

The sword in his hand (Taidao) is not an ordinary sword, but a famous sword handed down from ancient times, and it is the saber of the famous Sengoku general Tachibana Michiyuki, and according to legend, he once used this sword to kill the god of thunder, so it is called 'Raiche'.

But now, this famous sword that slashed the god of thunder was actually flicked by Lin Xuanqu, and a gap popped up, like an inferior product.

Miyamoto Musashi raised his head, looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief, and asked in Japanese, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Lin Xuan didn't return to his question, and while picking up the wine bottle and pouring the wine, he said indifferently: "You don't need to know who I am, I have no interest in your affairs, hurry up and leave with your people." ”

Miyamoto Musashi stood up, looked Lin Xuan up and down, and said, "A young martial arts powerhouse like Your Excellency is probably rare in Huaxia, and it should be very famous."

But in my impression, there is no young master in Huaxia who coincides with you, if I guess correctly, Your Excellency should be a secret disciple of some ancient martial arts sect, right?"

In fact, in his mind, there was a name, but it was immediately rejected by him.

How is this possible, that dangerous person who is now a major country in the world should pay attention to, if he appears in Japan, I am afraid that he will be discovered by the Ministry of Defense as soon as possible, and then sent abroad quickly.

And through the few moves just now, he subconsciously thought that Lin Xuan was just a little more powerful than him at the peak of the dark powerhouse, because he had practiced a profound external skill, so he could easily take his own sword, and even damage his own saber later.

Lin Xuan shook his head, picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and after saying a few words for a long time, he looked at Miyamoto Musashi and said:

"If I were you, take advantage of my good mood and get out of here quickly, otherwise, if I am in a bad mood, I won't be able to leave if you want to. ”

"Are you too confident, I can't beat you, but do you know what will happen if you offend the Sakai family?"

At this time, Miyamoto Musashi even dared to threaten Lin Xuan.

Similar to the Chinese family, the Sakai family is a family that has been passed down on Kyushu Island for thousands of years, and has always been the daimyo of Kyushu Island, and it was only after the Meiji Restoration that it became a hidden family.

The Sakai family, on the island of Kyushu, has a deep-rooted and intertwined power, and secretly controls hundreds of billions of industries.

Even Sumiyoshikai, the second largest gang in Japan, is under the control of the Sakai family.

The energy possessed by the Sakai family can be imagined.

Miyamoto Musashi paused for a moment, deliberately sold a pass, and said, "Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

"Unless Your Excellency is a first-class person of the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, you can make the Sakai family fearful, otherwise, Your Excellency should hand over this fat man. ”

The Grandmaster of Huajin, equivalent to the swordsman of the Japanese Kingdom, is all at the top of the warrior pyramid, and one person can be compared to a special operations team.

Only such a person can make the Sakai family jealous.

As for the martial artists at the dark energy level, they are just praying mantis blocking the car, and they are vulnerable.

When he said this, Miyamoto Musashi deliberately took a few steps forward and bowed to Lin Xuan, he saw that Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to himself, and still poured wine and drank by himself, and a fierce color suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The snow-white light flashed again, illuminating the room.

While~

Click!

was still easily blocked by Lin Xuan, and even this 'Rachel' famous sword was directly broken into two.

Miyamoto Musashi was not surprised, and suddenly pulled out a short blade from his waist, as fast as lightning, and slashed at Lin Xuan's neck.

"Be careful!"

Wei Fatzi was shocked.

Lin Xuan was indifferent, and even sighed lightly, and said, "I originally illuminated the moon with my heart, but the bright moon shone on the ditch." ”

The knife is fast, and his hands are faster.

He flexed his fingers, just above the short blade.

This time, he didn't spare his hand, and hundreds of thousands of catties of strength were exerted, and even the air was exploded, making a roaring sound.

The short blade was jumped out, and Miyamoto Musashi flew out.

Bang bang bang!

He smashed through five or six doors in a row, only to slam and fall to the ground, poof, spit out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and choked his breath.

His internal organs were shattered.

This great swordsman of Kyushu Island, a descendant of Iaido and a martial arts genius Miyamoto Musashi, was shot to death by Lin Xuanyi's finger.

"He, he actually won. ”

Jing Wen's frightened cold sweat came down, and the scenes that only appear in film and television works actually appeared alive in front of his eyes.

And he's a stinky boy he looks down on.

He is now afraid that Lin Xuan will also give him a finger, and his small body is estimated to be directly dead.

Zhuo Lanyue opened her mouth even more in shock, and she could stuff an egg into it.

She looked at Lin Xuan's shaved figure in disbelief, feeling like she was in a dream.

The only one who is a little better may be Wei Fatzi, after all, he has seen Lin Xuan beat seven or eight strong men in KTV alone.

Sakai Meidai thought frantically in her mind, in her opinion, thinking that Lin Xuan was such a young and strong person, he must not be an unknown person in Huaxia.

But no matter how she imagined it, she couldn't find one that matched, and the only one that met was the only one that did, and she resolutely vetoed it in her heart.

"It can't be, he can't be the one. ”