Lin Mosheng shook the 'King Kong Heavenly Bong' in his hand, and smiled at Saito, "We don't need to sign the contract of life and death anymore, right, so many people here have witnessed, is it okay to live and die with a destiny?" ”

Saito took a deep breath and looked at Lin Mosheng like a spring outing.

He only felt that the pressure on him was terrifying.

Fortunately, he didn't completely pin his hopes on the assassination of Miyamoto Yan and others.

He asked solemnly, "Your Excellency is only here to teach kendo, or do you want to take away the kendo plaque of my Shizuoka Prefectural Dokan?" ”

Lin Mosheng asked, "Does this make any difference?" ”

"If you give teaching, you have already comprehended the tricks of the disciples, and you can stop here today."

"But if Your Excellency wants to take off the plaques of all my kendo halls in Shizuoka Prefecture like you did in Tokyo, please allow Juban to fight to the death to prove that Your Excellency is stronger than all of us!"

Saito finished with a sharp voice.

One by one, the swordsmen of Shizuoka Prefecture stood up and walked behind Saito, a total of nine.

"So you want a righteous fight?"

Lin Mosheng couldn't help but complain.

Everyone looked at Lin Mosheng intently.

Miko can feel the great pressure in the entire gym.

According to the ancient etiquette of kendo, if Lin Mosheng really wanted to completely replace all the current kendo schools in Shizuoka Prefecture with his school.

It really takes ten fights to the death, and one person beats ten people, completely proving that his kendo is stronger than everyone.

And this time, the kendo school that he defeated in the future will be taken away from all the honor and inheritance.

When you see Lin Mosheng again, you need to walk around him.

Kamiyama Yuki whispered in Lin Mosheng's ear to explain what a juban deathmatch was.

Lin Mosheng nodded, took a few steps back, and walked to the side of Meizi in the Flower Blossom Courtyard, which seemed to be about to put away the knife and return it to the sheath.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they all thought that today was at this time.

The sound of a sword unsheathed was like a dragon's groan.

Lin Mosheng pulled out the 'Three Days and Moon Blowing Snow', held the blade in both hands, and pulled two beautiful knife flowers in the air.

He looked at Saito Ki and the swordsmen behind Saito, his black eyes flashed scarlet, and his snow-white teeth showed a beautiful smile, "You've signed a life and death contract, right?" ”

His tone was cold, but it completely ignited the entire kendo field.

There are those who denounce, those who are shocked, those who worship, and so on.

But everyone is very curious, what kind of confidence does Lin Mosheng have to dare to fight to the death?

After all, this is usually the way to prove the great sword hero, to prove that he is definitely higher than the sword hero.

It's just that even if it is a ceremony to prove the great swordsman, the vast majority of it is just a 'juban fight', not a 'juban death fight'.

And the sword fight in Tokyo, because the Tokyo Kendo Federation was unwilling to publicize the scandal, and there were no reporters watching, so there was no useful information at all, it was all mysterious and mysterious.

For example, dragons, tigers, Buddhas or something, neon people like to hang these things on their lips, and naturally they don't feel anything.

After all, among Lin Mosheng's nicknames now, there are also the words 'Fierce Dragon' from Huaxia.

"Good! Please spread out so that you don't get hurt later! ”

Saito let out a low snort, telling the onlookers to stay away.

Yuto Aoki took his disciples back dozens of steps, he looked at the swordsman from 'Shizuoka Prefecture' behind Saitoki, and couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that this time he was really forced to be in a hurry." ”

Of course, Shizuoka Prefecture can't be like Tokyo, and it can be easily made up of ten swordsmen.

But as long as your ancestors are from Shizuoka Prefecture, or you marry a woman from Shizuoka Prefecture, it is not an exaggeration to say that you are a sword master of Shizuoka Prefecture.

"Grandpa, can he win?"

Aoki Xiong's grandson looked at Lin Mosheng with complicated eyes, as if the other party was about the same age as himself, but the other party was able to stand there, and he was only a bystander.

"Shut up and watch carefully!"

After carefully signing the contract of life and death, one by one swordsmen held their blades and slowly surrounded Lin Mosheng.

The momentum of the ten of them was like a whole army.

If it was in the Neon Ancient Period, it would be a force that many daimyo would have dreamed of if there was an army composed of ten swordsmen.

The air around them became viscous and heavy.

Invisible sword intent permeated, and even ordinary people who had retreated hundreds of meters could still feel the vortex in the dojo that was like low pressure.

And in the whirlpool, it was Lin Mosheng who was standing with two knives in his hand.

Flowing clouds drifted in the sky, like a delicate dancing girl, crashing into the bosom of the superb clear blue sky, and the sky darkened for a moment.

On the ground, ten swordsmen shot almost at the same time.

Ten sword qi like white waves slashed from ten directions, and in an instant, the courtyard seemed to become a sea of sword qi.

The wind shatters, and the swords fight.

"Moo!"

The solemn and magnificent sound of Zen singing came out from Lin Mosheng's small chest and abdomen, and instantly overwhelmed the sound of the sword that was contending.

The figures of the swordsmen who drew their swords paused for more than one breath in the sound of this ancient chanting.

Even if they were prepared in advance, when they really faced this six-character mantra, the absolute power directly crushed all of them.

Then, the sword light in Lin Mosheng's hand came out of the sheath, and with the sound of this six-character mantra, it was like a bronze bell, breaking through the sea of sword qi intertwined.

He dodged in front of a swordsman who drew his sword, and the 'King Kong Heavenly Bong' in his hand fell, shattering the air and smashing into the swordsman who had just returned to his senses.

No!

The swordsman's eyes were filled with horror and death.

He thought that there was a gap between himself and Lin Mosheng, but he never thought that the gap would be so big.

Am I not a sword hero?

Why can't you even catch a single blow?

With this doubt, his entire head was first smashed into his stomach, and then the proud swordsman's body was shortened by a third out of thin air.

All the swordsmen who came back to their senses were stunned.

But they've all been on the battlefield for a long time, so they know that now is not the time for consternation.

It was absolutely impossible for Lin Mo to get angry and send out the terrifying power of the truth again.

The two swordsmen who were close at hand slashed at Lin Mosheng one left and one right.

Mind, technique and body are one.

A murmur of flowing water after the ice has been frozen.

A murderous rain of cherry blossoms lurked like a scattered rain.

The two completely different sword lights were no less than the swift slash that Saito had just swung.

Lin Mosheng's body spun like a spinning top.

The 'Three Suns, Moons, and Snow' in his left hand unleashed a perfect sword light like a round wheel.

However, on the extremely thin and light blade of the 'Three Days Moon Flying Snow', there was an incomparably domineering martial will.

This will is like a strong man with a sledgehammer.

Whether it was the gurgling water or the cherry blossom rain in the sky, in the face of this will, they were directly beaten back to the prototype.

Jin Ge struck, and his domineering will followed the sword, pressing into the hearts of the two sword heroes with an arrogant and unreasonable attitude.

They originally thought that the perfect mental technique body was shattered under this will, and it didn't even hold on for a moment.

Their flaws are also infinitely magnified in Lin Mosheng's eyes.

'King Kong Tianfeng' swept away, like a fierce fist, hammering through the flaws of the two swordsmen, and also hammering their waists and abdomen into meat puree.

Two faces, three swordsmen fell.

The blood soared, directly staining the unicorn-patterned Tang costume worn by Lin Mosheng.

The divine auspicious rui suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

Stop him, you must not let him continue to kill, otherwise Shizuoka Prefecture's kendo will be over, and he will become a sinner of Shizuoka Prefecture's kendo!

The sword intent in Saito's body was like a raging flame, instantly igniting itself.

Shinto no thought flow: Slash me!

This is a secret technique that can only be practiced by modern teachers of Shinto thoughtless streams.

It is also a desperate secret method, with its own sword intent, forcibly cut off all thoughts, and swing the strongest sword.

Even if you win, you will become a vegetative person.

This is the other than the sword, there is no other me.

And now, Saito has no other choice.

The righteous siege he thinks is like a group of primitive people fighting, but what he encountered was not a Tyrannosaurus rex of an era.

After cutting off all his thoughts, Saito's sword light had completely turned into substance.

It turned into a clear ten-meter sword qi like a moth igniting a flame, spanning the distance between the two of them, and slashed towards Lin Mosheng, who was stained with blood.

"This is God's bestow?"

The swordsmen in the distance who had not yet recovered from Lin Mosheng's terrifying killing were completely distracted by this sword light.

Only then did they realize that this was probably the true meaning of the Shinto Thoughtless Stream.

With this swordsmanship, there is indeed only divine endowment.

Lin Mosheng's hand, which was locked by the Bright Pure Sword Qi, was staggered with the 'King Kong Heavenly Bong' and the 'Three Sun Moon Flying Snow', one soft and the other rigid, a dark yellow barrier rose, and then expanded tenfold through the [Sword Domain], turning into a lazy big turtle.

The head of the turtle is like a dragon, the tail of the turtle is like a snake, the body is Xuanxuan, and the feet are on the ground.

The clear sword qi fell on the turtle's back, opening up wave after wave of surging ripples.

These ripples turned into flying blades and splashed everywhere, whether it was the young shoots in the courtyard or the wooden fence above the courtyard, in this flying sword qi, they were directly cut off, turning into one after another, and the sky was full of snow.

Many swordsmen who stood too close were even directly injured by these flying blades, and even those who were unlucky didn't even have a chance to draw their swords to resist, and were directly cut off their throats.

The strength is not enough, and they don't even have a chance to watch the battle in this battle!

Aoki's sword blade was already unsheathed, protecting his grandson behind him, and his eyes were also incredulous.

Although Koizumi Shou had already anticipated Lin Mosheng's strength when he made a move, but when Lin Mosheng really made a move, there were only four words that could describe it.

In the middle of the battlefield, Saito's clear and pure sword qi that was like a divine gift was not a real god after all.

Even a true god could only be helpless in the face of the defensive sword intent condensed by Xuanwu, one of the four elephants.

Although the Xuanhuang two-color barrier rippled layer upon layer, it quickly consumed the clear sword qi, like a slowly grinding stone mill.

The remaining six swordsmen glanced at each other, and at the same time, a look of determination flashed.

If it continues to be consumed like this, even if Saito Ki burns out, it will be absolutely impossible to cut through this layer of defense.

The six of them suppressed the fear in their hearts, swung their blades, and slashed at Lin Mosheng, even if their bodies were torn apart by the swinging sword qi, they had no intention of flinching at all.

Because they have no room to back down.

Six snow-white sword lights fell with the determination of the swordsmen, and even the people watching the battle on the side were infected by this battle of life and death.

In this ten-way battle to the death, there is no grappling and reversal that everyone expected.

The combat power of the two sides is not evenly matched at all, but a one-sided slaughter!

From the very beginning, Lin Morson ended the battle with devastating power.

If it weren't for Saito's burst out of the secret technique of Shinto Thoughtless Flow, the other swordsmen present would definitely not be able to hold on for a few more rounds.

No one doubts that.

And now, it seems, the only chance to turn the tables around.

Ding Ding.

The sound of six successive sword sounds sounded.

Six pale golden, substance-like arms poked out from behind Lin Mosheng, grabbing the slash swung by the six swordsmen without any fancy.

The defense power of the [Immovable Ming King Body] depends on Lin Mosheng's mental strength and the level of the skill itself.

And with Lin Mosheng's current spiritual foundation attribute of 29.5 and LV6's [Immovable Ming King Body], it is far from being something that these swordsmen with an average attribute of only about 20 points can break.

"Enough trouble!"

Lin Mosheng could no longer restrain the surging killing intent in his heart.

He took a step forward, and the dark yellow barrier unexpectedly disappeared on its own initiative.

Then the blood-colored sword light flew out from the intersection of 'King Kong Tianfeng' and 'Three Sun Moon Flying Snow', and went upstream, like a long whip, directly shattering the clear and pure sword light that was already at the end of the strong crossbow.

Saito's eyes were blank, and a blood streak fell straight from the center of his eyebrows, and the next moment, his whole person was cut in perfect half, blood and internal organs gushing out.

[Break the Army]!

After slashing Saito Xi again, Lin Mosheng's momentum, which was already like a mountain peak, was raised again.

Although he killed four swordsmen in a row, it only brought him a four-percent increase.

But that real power, coupled with Lin Mosheng's current terrifying basic strength, four percent, was enough to become the last torrent to destroy the enemy's psychological defense.

The six sword heroes who were grabbed by the [Fudo Ming King's Body] changed color and wanted to pull out their blades and evacuate.

However, they were too slow and too late.

Lin Mosheng's hands swirled with two knives, and the meaning of Asura expanded with the help of [Sword Domain], with a radius of ten meters, and the enemy country was exhausted!

Blood stains spread from the necks of the swordsmen, and then their entire heads fell, leaving only blood-spurting corpses, like fountains on the grass.

"Gross!"

Even if it is a tenacious sword hero, many people still can't restrain their inner retching when they see this scene, it seems that only in this way can they suppress their fear.

Lin Mosheng looked at the onlookers with the eyes of a beast, and his eyes glowed with scarlet.

"Jingle bells."

The crisp sound of the soul bells sounded.

Lin Mosheng exhaled a breath of turbidity, pressed his chest, and a wave of righteous qi cleansed, slowly suppressing the meaning of Asura.

After all, the meaning of this asura is not comprehended by oneself, but more like being forcibly infused into the body by others.

Once you go on a killing spree, you may really get out of control.

A hint of gloom flashed in Lin Mosheng's eyes, this matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible.

Like a nobody, he slowly walked out of the corpses of the ten sword masters, and there was no longer a trace of Zen in the original antique courtyard.

The fence broke, the turf overturned, and the uncoagulated blood gathered into Xiao Tan, like a battlefield.

Lin Mosheng walked to the pale Flower Blossom Courtyard Miko, put the two sharp blades into their sheaths, and said to everyone, "According to the rules, this should be my dojo." ”

No one said a word.