Fuso Island.

Two days dojo.

The Zen sound flows, and everything is silent.

In the empty dojo, Miyamoto Go, who was wearing a martial arts uniform and clogs, sat in three crosses and concentrated, with a rough shallow punch on his knees, and he was contemplating the sword Zen.

Suddenly, in the Buddhist shrine on the north wall of the dojo, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared on a spiritual tablet. The red light appeared, rising straight into the sky, like a trailing meteor, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the movement of the Buddhist shrine and the tablet, Miyamoto Gozo, who was originally sitting concentratingly, slowly opened his eyes...... Revealing those hollow and pupilless eyes.

He got up slowly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to a pillar, looking up at the east, a trace of surprise appeared on his wrinkled old face.

He muttered under his breath

"Directly use the dojo? Is this a tricky person? Oriental ......"

Thinking about it, his face darkened slightly.

The vision that appeared just now was the secret bloodline method "Inviting Spirits" that belonged only to the Miyamoto family.

It is also the core part of the Miyamoto family.

You can invite the ancestral spirits that have been gathered by the dojo to your body, so that the strength of the dependents can take an explosive leap in a short period of time.

The world thinks that the Nitendo Dojo is a dojo specially established by the great sword master Miyamoto Musashi as a inheritance school.

But in fact, the core of the Ertian Dojo is the Ertian Dojo, which is even more important than the famous "Ertian First-class".

Every generation of Miyamoto family children will use blood as a medium at a very young age to invite the spirit.

This upper body can not only strengthen strength, but also gain swordsmanship accumulation and combat skills. As long as the Ertian Dojo is still there and the blood of the Miyamoto family is still there, then the Miyamoto family will have a steady stream of swordsmanship embryos.

It is precisely because of this that the Miyamoto family and the "Nitenchi First-Class" can stand out among many kendo giants and become the leader of the faction, surpassing the "Yagyu Ryu" and "Buddha Sword", who are also wealthy families.

Obviously, with a sword inheritance weapon like the Nitendo Dojo, the Miyamoto family should have cultivated the population, spread out its branches, and made continuous efforts for the revival of the family.

But fate makes people.

But their people are not prosperous, and from the generation of Miyamoto Gosan's grandfather, the Miyamoto family has become more and more sparse......

Newborns will die unexpectedly and die early due to various circumstances, even if the Miyamoto family has focused all their attention on breeding and protecting the offspring, but it has not been effective.

In Miyamoto's generation, only two of the four brothers of the same generation survived.

And in that chaotic era, in a chaotic battle, Miyamoto Wuzo, who was fighting to the death with the enemy, also lost his eyes and the ability to breed offspring.

Fortunately, his elder brother Miyamoto Goji gave birth to offspring, so he didn't let the Miyamoto family die.

Therefore, Miyamoto has become Miyamoto's only seedling...... The only bloodline inheritance.

This time, if it weren't for the official force of Fuso, Bafang Zhai, who designated them by name to send disciples, Miyamoto Wuzo would never let Miyamoto leave Fusang Island for half a step and go to the Dragon Kingdom.

Thinking of this, the look of worry in Miyamoto's eyes was even greater.

"Chun Liang, ask you, Senior Brother Youren, what is the situation over there now?"

Since they are already the ancestors in the Buddha shrine, Miyamoto's Yixin, who is far away in the Dragon Kingdom, must encounter a bitter battle, or even a life-and-death crisis.

How could he possibly sit still?

"Yes, master."

As the words fell, a female voice suddenly responded from behind the doorway, and the shadow flickered slightly, and then the shadow disappeared from view.

After the woman named Chunliang left, Miyamoto Wusan, who leaned on the pillar and looked into the distance, sighed heavily: "I hope I'm just worried too much......"

……

……

"Two moves?"

Hearing Miyamoto's words, he sat on the stage of the martial arts performance, and smiled playfully with Ye Yan on his cheeks.

He looked at the person in front of him, whose appearance had not changed, but whose soul had actually changed, but his expression was slightly surprised.

It's obviously a kendo family, but the other party uses more like the methods of a sorcerer and an onmyoji.

This method is similar to "detaining the spirit and sending the general", and it is not much different from the fairy outside the gate.

These Fuso people are really interesting. A kendo master who doesn't know witchcraft is not a good martial artist?

Ye Yan didn't speak, just looked.

And here, Miyamoto Yixin, who was standing on the stage, was scratching his crotch boredly,

"Little brother, you see I'm here, this time is quite urgent, it's better to pull the shelf, just move your body......"

Miyamoto's attention was completely focused on Ye Yan, but as for the other people on the prison platform, they were completely ignored by him.

From his point of view, on this stage, except for Ye Yan, who has black circles under his eyes, black hair, and black clothes, there is no one who can fight at all, and these young juniors are still interesting.

"I don't know who the predecessor is?"

Ye Yan didn't end up, but slowly got up from the chair and arched his hand towards the people below, his eyes couldn't help but be curious...... Who will be the person in this body, Ye Yan can't guess for the time being.

But it's definitely not Miyamoto's single-mindedness.

The strength, angle, skill, and posture of the opponent's knife are definitely not the same person.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Miyamoto put the short knife on his shoulder, and subconsciously rubbed the stubble on his chin with his hand, but he didn't touch anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Being old and not dying is a thief, and a person like me who is old and can't die is the most thief."

"If this little brother doesn't dislike it, just call me Miyamoto an old thief......"

"Miyamoto Old Thief ......"

Hearing this strange name, Ye Yan's expression couldn't help but become strange. This kind of self-deprecation, I don't see it, the people in it are quite black humor.

Although the other party was self-deprecating, Ye Yan was not so rude, "The invitation of the seniors, the kid is also deserved, although he also wants to learn from the seniors, but it is inappropriate right now......"

"That's a pity, it's rare to meet such an interesting junior."

was rejected, but Miyamoto was not angry, he shook his head with a sigh. Soon, the red light on his body dissipated and returned to his original appearance.

Without the blessing, Miyamoto has returned to the public's field of vision...... When he woke up, he first looked down at himself.

Although the poison gas did not dissipate, there were no other wounds on his body. It can be seen that this battle was still won very easily.

Immediately after, Miyamoto raised his head and saw Tang Qingshui, who was lying in a pool of blood not far away, unconscious, and the smile on his face gradually became hideous.

He carried a short knife and strode towards Tang Qingshui. I want to give this guy who brought him shame one last ride......

"What are you going to do?"

As soon as his actions came out, Tang Miaoxing and Zhang Wang on the stage couldn't sit still, and they got up and questioned Miyamoto on the stage.

But the other party just glanced at the two of them contemptuously, but the pace of his feet never stopped.

"How dare you ......"

Seeing that Miyamoto was getting closer and closer to the unconscious Tang Qingshui. Tang Miaoxing and Zhang Wang didn't dare to stop, so they rushed out to save people.

But before the two of them could get close to the ring, a figure holding a long knife suddenly blocked the way.

"Two, it's not suitable."

Holding the knife, Hema stopped in front of Zhang Wang and Tang Miaoxing, making the two stop.

"Get out of the way ......"

Tang Miaoxing raised his eyebrows coldly and scolded the guy in front of him who dared to block the way.

didn't want the other party to be too lazy to talk nonsense, so he directly pulled out the long knife on his waist, obviously without the intention of getting out of the way.

Although the two sides couldn't understand each other's words, they could understand the meaning by looking at it.

"Ngawang, you go and save people first, I'll fight this guy."

Tang Miao moved his wrist twice, knowing that it would be impossible to save Tang Qingshui if he didn't knock this horse away.

Simply, he asked Zhang Wang to save people, and he stayed and touched this Fusang ghost, he had already seen this guy unpleasant.

"Good ......"

At this time, the most important thing is to go to the ring to save people, Zhang Wang did not dare to delay, so he wanted to bypass Hema Youren and go to the other side of the ring.

But before he could take a few steps.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency suddenly emerged from Zhang Wang's heart. Out of instinct, he subconsciously took a step back and dodged.

But in the next second, the position where he was standing was hit by a dark blue light. In an instant, the prison platform made of bluestone under his feet was cut by the knife qi and a hole of nearly two meters, and the gravel cracked, which also made Zhang Wang gasp.

If he hadn't flashed fast just now, if this knife had fallen on his body, he would have basically been dead or disabled.

And the confident and cold words of Hema Yuren also came lightly,

"Don't try to bypass me......"

Hema Yuren stopped the two by himself, which also made Miyamoto Yixin on the martial arts stage instantly relaxed......

He calmly approached the unconscious Tang Qingshui, his pace was even slower than before, and even the eyes that looked at Tang Qingshui were full of ridicule and revenge......

"Hands-on ......"

The blue poisonous gas flew out from Tang Miaoxing's arm, turned into a blue-scaled snake, and bit it towards the Hema in front of him, but it was instantly divided into several pieces by the latter's raised hand.

The cyan poisonous mist exploded, turning into a cyan poisonous mist and spreading. And through the poisonous fog, Tang Miaoxing's figure also appeared around Hema Youren.

The two fought together.

Seeing that the two were fighting, Zhang Wang had no intention of going up to help, but planned to continue to rush to the stage to save people. But whenever he was about to get closer, there would always be three or two sword rays attacking, forcing him to retreat.

The sharp sword light seemed to open its own aim, and even Hema Yuto was only slightly distracted, and Zhang Wang was controlled within this range, so that he could not interfere with Miyamoto's heart.

"Is this the strength of the strongest on the Spirit Lord List?"

Liu Han gasped.

To be able to represent Fuso, the strength of the Hema people must be very strong. But Rao is like this, when the other party really makes a move, he is still startled.

One person can fight against two of the Tangmen trident, and he can still play easily and easily. The gap between the two is simply not too big.

"Brother Yan, what should we do now? Would you like to go up and help? ”

"Help?"

Ye Yan tilted his head: "Which side to help?" ”

His current status as a person in charge is the justice of this meeting. Even if he had the heart to lean on Tang Men's hand, his ass couldn't sit too crookedly.

"So just look at it?"

"Let's take a look at ...... first"

Ye Yan's gaze fell back on Hema Youren. Observe the opponent's fighting style.

It's rare to see a battle at this level, and basically you can earn it when you see it. It just so happened that he also wanted to see what the true strength of the so-called strong man on the Spirit Lord list should be......

The two sides fought.

The scene is chaotic.

Li Lianxing, who was in the preparation area, didn't care what position he stood or not, and when he saw Tang Qingshui in danger, his first reaction was to want to pounce and save people.

But he was blocked alive by a huge Jizo evil spirit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle is not over."

Dressed in a clean kimono and squinting, Abe Shimaka appeared in the sight of everyone, followed by Aiko Yanagi and Gomi Bing......

"In this battle, we Tang Sect admit defeat and let your people stop......"

Obviously human life is more important than winning or losing.

Li Lianxing was the first to stand up and admit defeat on behalf of the Tang Gate, but he didn't want to shake his head from time to time when he didn't want to be on the opposite side.

"Several, if I'm not mistaken, the rules of the competition are clearly written, and admitting defeat can only be announced by the participants themselves."

"You get out of the way......"

Seeing that Miyamoto was single-minded and was about to walk to the edge of the ring, Li Lianxing couldn't sit still, he gritted his teeth and looked at the few people who blocked his way.

"Huh-"

Abeshima, who was holding a folding fan, smiled playfully, still blocking the way to the stage.

"Let's do it."

If we continue to talk, we will not bring any substantial benefits. The only option is to defeat these people in front of them, so that there is a glimmer of hope for saving people, so the two sides are also fighting together.

It's playing on stage.

The audience also played again.

The Tang Gate performed martial arts, and it became a pot of porridge.

Under this noisy atmosphere, even those Tang Sect disciples who had been watching the excitement were also enthusiastic, and they threw out hidden weapons and mechanisms one after another, rolled up their sleeves and were about to jump into the ring, planning to rescue the unconscious Tang Qingshui from under Miyamoto's hands.

was stopped by Abe Island Kao's Shikigami.

Especially in this kind of large-scale melee, the role of the onmyoji and the sorcerer, who manipulate a large number of spirits, will be infinitely magnified.

One person is not a joke.

Miyamoto stood beside Tang Qingshui wholeheartedly, looking down at the young man who was lying in a pool of blood, and the smile on his face gradually became hideous: "Don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame your elders for being too uninteresting......"

The words were about to fall, and Miyamoto single-mindedly handed a vindictive smile to Tang Miaoxing on the stage. Then he crouched down and raised the knife above his head.

"Don't ......"

Seeing that this scene was about to happen, the old lion on the stage, Li Lianxing and the Tang Sect disciples were all stunned......

They had also tried their best, but they still couldn't save Tang Qingshui.

Just when everyone thought that the wood was ready, suddenly a trembling sound of gongs and drums went straight to the heavens, stirring the three souls and seven spirits.

Whew—

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