But even in such a big Tokyo, Kenhao is not a stray cat or dog, but the essence of each genre accumulated for twenty or thirty years.

Just now, Lin Mosheng has cut the essence of two kendo schools for twenty or thirty years, and as the president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation, Fujikawa must not allow Lin Mosheng to continue to chop.

He stretched out his hand to stop the angry swordsmen on both sides, looked at Lin Mosheng, like an ancient well, with appreciation, and finally sighed and said, "It's a pity that you are not a neon person." ”

Lin Mosheng asked with a smile, "Would you be happy if the neon people beheaded two Tokyo swordsmen?" ”

The two suddenly had no killing intent, like chatting after a long absence.

Before the real death, everyone does not want to be like the street gangsters who scolded and greeted all the matriarchal members of each other's ancestors.

On the contrary, I hope that just like Cao Cao met Liu Bei, we will cook a pot of green plum wine together, and talk about whether the world is a hero or not.

It's a pity that Liu Bei was instigated in the end, and he made a beautiful talk a little less heroic.

Fujikawa smiled and shook his head, "Yes, because I will take you to Kyoto, to Shangluo, to try the sword world, and kill more of their swordsmen, won't this be earned?" ”

Speaking of happiness, he laughed twice to himself, as if Lin Mosheng was already a neon man.

"I didn't expect the neon involution to be so serious."

Lin Mosheng couldn't help but complain.

Although Fujikawa is proficient in Chinese, he does not understand Lin Mosheng's words, "What? ”

Lin Mosheng didn't have the idea of explaining, he stroked his palm and said, "Your proposal is good, in a few days, I will go to Kyoto along the river, and I will definitely help you kill a few more swordsmen." ”

Fujikawa put down the crutches in his hand and took off his haori as he walked down the steps, "It's a pity that you can't go to Kyoto." ”

Lin Mosheng became interested and looked at Fujikawa, the other party was thin, but it was not the kind of lean that hid muscles, or it was thin, like real dead wood.

He secretly used [Yi Yan] to find out the data of the old man in front of him.

However, at the moment of his perception, Fujikawa suddenly let out a cold snort, causing Lin Mosheng's perception of the information to fluctuate violently, as if it had been cut off from the middle by a sword blade.

Name: Masao Fujikawa

Age: 86

Strength: 12

Constitution: 11

Dexterity: 14

Perceive:?

Spirit:?

Martial arts:

Mental technique body (?) ）

Talent:

？

Skill:

Beichen One Sword Flow LVmax, Sword of the Heart LV2,?

Before Lin Mosheng could continue to probe him, a sharp force like a blade locked onto him.

This is the sword of the heart, condensing the sword intent and turning into an invisible sword that can truly slash the heart.

Compared to this sword intent, the twenty or thirty years of practice of Shiro Haharu and Kazuryu Miyamoto are like toddlers who have just learned to walk.

Lin Mosheng quickly retreated, and the soles of his feet ploughed a ten-meter long mark on the ground.

The farther away he went, the less the invisible sword affected him.

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng, but he was no longer the respected and amiable president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation.

It's a ghost.

A ghost who has been hidden for decades.

The dark red glow of sin was dazzling.

He unleashed his oversized kimono, which had no status-symbolizing tattoos on his back.

There were only dense scars.

Slashes from swords, penetrating wounds from bullets, and even embedded wounds from fragments of bombs.

These scars form a hideous tattoo.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge scar on his heart, as if a piece of flesh and blood has been stripped away, making him suffer day and night, watching his powerful body slowly age.

The scar on his heart was left when he was in China.

He still remembered that the other party could have killed him, but he deliberately left this scar, just to let him survive day and night.

And today, he's going to give it back!

"Are you going to escape?"

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng, who was retreating rapidly, and laughed.

His body was already old, and he only had a chance to use a sword, so he wanted to force Lin Mosheng to take this sword.

"I still remember when I killed the Chinese people, they also escaped like this, like weak chickens, I chopped and chopped, I couldn't finish chopping, how? Do you want to learn from your predecessors? Aren't you here to teach me? Come on! ”

He roared with hatred, and even spat in spit regardless of his image.

Unscrupulous, there is no so-called humility at all, just like a shrew who scolds and fights on the street.

Lin Mosheng took a deep breath, he knew that the other party was agitating the general, but who let himself not be agitated in this matter.

Lin Mosheng flipped the long knife in his hand, "So you're barking like an old dog now?" By the way, who left that wound on your heart? It's artistic! ”

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, "I haven't seen a higher peak of kendo for the rest of my life, and it's good to watch my country being called around like a dog, and it's good to grovel and live, right?" ”

"Or do you have unique tastes and like to see your own women singing and moaning in bed in exchange for the livelihood of you bastards?"

Spray?

I, Lin Mosheng, am with a billion key immortals!

Sure enough, with the beasts, talk about what heroes cherish heroes!

"Yaga!"

When the hatred that has accumulated for decades once erupts, when one's own wounds are once again revealed.

Fujikawa originally thought that his spiritual cultivation had become supernatural, but now, he realized that he was just deceiving himself.

Rip!

Lin Mosheng, who was originally very arrogant, suddenly made a move when everyone was unexpected.

One step, two steps, three steps!

Vile!

Fujikawa's eyes were filled with hatred and surprise.

But that's exactly what he wants!

The sharp sword qi gathered in front of him, fused with the invisible sword of the heart, and there was no change, but it restrained the changes in the world.

This is the highest mystery of Beichen's knife flow.

Slash.

With just one knife, you can restrain a thousand changes.

Cut the enemy first, and then break the enemy's body.

This is the ultimate 'skill' of neon kendo.

"Moo!"

The majestic sound of Zen chanting slammed into Lin Mosheng's chest.

It was as if a bronze bell was hidden in his chest, and everyone stopped for a while.

Even Fujikawa, who was raising his momentum and condensing his sword qi, paused.

Four steps, five steps, six steps!

The emperor lives in it, and he steps on the fight!

The terrifying death qi condensed, as if a touch of star brilliance was condensed on the 'King Kong Heavenly Bong' in Lin Mosheng's hands.

Even before the sword light came, Fujikawa felt the terrifying intent of death.

There was ease in his eyes.

That's fine, let me take this Chinese genius to hell.

I can also have an explanation for neon kendo.

Knock knock.

On Wudang Mountain, the quaint bell sounded without wind, and it sounded three times in a row.

The white clouds were scattered, and the birds crossed the stream.

A Taoist who was playing chess suddenly pinched the white chess piece with his fingers and paused.

Then he snapped and said with a smile, "Maoshan Road owes me a favor." ”

Thousands of miles away, in Fujikawa's heart, the serpent-like sword intent that was entrenched day and night did not gnaw at his flesh and blood essence day and night as before, but exploded instantly, like a wild dragon out of the gate.

Why is it breaking out now?!

The relief in Fujikawa's eyes turned to despair, and he swung a knife in his hand, but he could no longer be perfect.

Seven steps.

The blood burns, and the gas is like wolf smoke.

However, this wolf smoke was no longer frivolous, but turned into a layer of crimson thin armor, covering Lin Mosheng's body.

Iron Cloth Shirt is proficient in [Iron Wall], burns a drop of painstaking blood, and increases 100% physical defense.

'King Kong Tianfeng' fell with Beidou's death intent, and Lin Mosheng roared angrily, "Die! ”

Two slender sword marks cut diagonally from Lin Mosheng's chest, penetrating the blood qi armor and piercing the flesh and skin, but they stopped in front of the [Fudo Ming King Body] that fused with the pale gold and bones.

At the moment when these two sword marks were about to shatter the [Immovable Ming King's Body], they scattered, unable to penetrate the bones, let alone hurt the internal organs.

The 'King Kong Heavenly Bong' in Lin Mosheng's hand was cut directly from Fujikawa's left shoulder.

The terrifying force fused his flesh and bones together, and his body was three feet shorter out of thin air.

"Whew."

Lin Mosheng exhaled a scorching breath, picked up several clouds of white light in front of him, and integrated them into his body.

The superior yoga technique controlled the muscles to swell like living creatures, sealing the wounds, leaving two narrow and terrifying sword marks.

Although the superficial injuries were sealed, he still couldn't help frowning slightly, because each of these two sword marks contained a sword intent, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, making him unable to concentrate.

The system also swiped a negative buff message.

"You are affected by the [Turtle Snake Sword Intent], and the basic attributes of your body have decreased, with -2 strength, -2 physique, and -4 spirit."

However, 80,000 good deeds are in hand, and it is worth it!

Lin Mosheng glanced at the corpse of Fujikawa, who had almost become a dwarf, and snorted, "Put down the butcher knife and want to be a good person?" How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world? ”

"President Fujikawa!"

"President!"

One after another, the swordsmen hugged Fujikawa Masao's corpse, their eyes were red, and they looked at Lin Mosheng with hatred, their lips white and trembling.

Lin Mosheng moved his neck, and the blood-stained 'King Kong Tianfeng' in his hand pointed at the remaining reddest swordsmen again, and shouted, "I haven't fought enough, come again!" ”

His roar was like a dragon, and for a moment the green leaves of the courtyard withered.

Shangshan Xing hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Lin, that's the end of today, right?" ”

Lin Mosheng shook the 'King Kong Tianfeng' in his hand and glanced at Shangshan Xing, "Is this what you said about your decision?" Sure enough, waste is waste, and you want to be the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi even if you have this amount? ”

Shangshan Xing grabbed his palm, the fierce color in his eyes flashed, and then stood behind Lin Mosheng.

Looking at the remaining swordsmen, "Ladies and gentlemen, since it was a fair duel and President Fujikawa died well, then those who want revenge, please accept the teachings, and don't insult Neon Kendo like cowards." ”

"Lure the wolf in!"

"Kamiyama Yuki, you traitor!"

"Bastards, don't you Black Tigers want to mess around in Tokyo?"

"You shameless!"

······

A curse sounded, but Shangshan Xing's face was as usual, he had heard too much of this kind of defeated dog.

It turns out that the result is always only on the side of the strong.

Lin Mosheng laughed when he saw it, "Hey, hey, what?" Can't you neon kendo lose like that? Isn't it the life and death battle book that God Nian Tian took the stream? ”

He glanced at Yuki Kamiyama behind him.

Kamiyama Yuki took out the battle post with black ink on a red background from his arms.

Lin Mosheng took the battle post and raised it in his hand, as if it was slapping into the face of all the sword heroes.

"Why, you don't dare to fight under the war book?"

Then, he threw the battle post in his hand, fell into the dust, and stepped on two feet, "Tokyo Kendo, but that's it!" ”

A young and vigorous swordsman stood up and pressed his palms against the hilt of his sword.

"Stand down!"

Fujikawa Kazuya, the grandson of Fujikawa Masao, scolded angrily, then took a deep breath and looked at Lin Mosheng, "Today, the great sword master is not present, which makes Your Excellency smile." ”

Lin Mosheng's eyes became sharp, and he looked at Kazuya Fujikawa, the dog that can bite people doesn't bark, this kid can't stay!

"Won't you try it?"

He pointed to the two narrow and terrifying wounds on his chest, "Although the old man just now is not of good character, he still played well with the sword handle, and he almost hacked me to death, and left two uncomfortable sword intents, but unfortunately he was always just an old dog." ”

Kazuya Fujikawa stared at the wound in front of Lin Mosheng, trying to determine if the other party was really seriously injured, or if he was bluffing and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

After all, even if he is a real great swordsman, he slashed two swordsmen in a row, and was desperately slashed by his grandfather, leaving a sword intent, it is absolutely impossible to have no damage, and even if the other party is still standing, it can be regarded as a miracle.

However, his energy, qi and blood, and even spiritual consumption are unimaginable!

After all, there are limits to human beings!

The sword man next to Fujikawa Kazuya couldn't hold back any longer, and drew his sword and rose, "Okuyama Nenryu, Saito River." ”

"Saito-kun!"

Kazuya Fujikawa snorted.

However, Saitogawa still walked down the stands step by step, walked in front of Lin Mosheng, turned his back to everyone and said, "He is so badly injured, it is definitely not as easy as it seems, if I don't test it, I am ashamed of the love that President Fujikawa used to have." ”

"However, if I also lose, please protect your useful life."

He looked at Lin Mosheng with burning eyes, and slowly drew his sword, "Then, go and invite a few great swordsmen to eliminate demons!" ”

Lin Mosheng looked at Saito River with a gloomy face, among all the people here, he was one of the few people whose sin red light was almost none, and it was estimated that even if he was killed, it would only be a few hundred good deeds.

"You don't have a Juggernaut?"

Lin Mosheng asked curiously, from the beginning, they have been emphasizing the 'Great Sword Hero'.

Saitogawa's face changed twice, "No." ”

He slowly made a sword gesture, "Please advise." ”

Lin Mosheng glanced at Saito River and said seriously, "I do consume a lot now. ”

As his words fell, his original peak spirit fell.

There was ecstasy in everyone's eyes.

Saitogawa seized the opportunity, stepped out, and shouted angrily, like a lion's roar.

The sharp sword qi took him like a lion and bit at Lin Mosheng.

Okuyama Nenryu: The Lion Subdues the Demon!

"Moo!"

"Aang!"

The shocking sound sounded again, but this time, it was no longer from Lin Mosheng's chest.

The totem behind him seemed to come to life.

The black giant tiger and the five-clawed young dragon soared, and the two ferocious beasts roared, shattering the sound of the lion subduing demons that Saito Kawa was proud of.

In the next moment, in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it.

One by one, golden arms stretched out from behind Lin Mosheng, turning into a golden body, King Ming opened his eyes, and the five were full of angry eyes.

Today, he not only has to kill the sword hero, but also the spirit of the sword path here for twenty years!