"Are you a monster?"

Looking at the cold sky, Miyamoto Musashi's expression is now numb.

That's right, in the face of Cold Sky, a monster that can't be killed no matter how you cut it, he was numb

He had tried to kill eight people with a single sword, and he had also split a man-thick tree and a boulder several meters high, thinking that there was no more object in this world that he kept chopping

But against the monster in front of him, he could only slightly break the other party's flesh and skin with all his strength?

Damn it!

Miyamoto Musashi felt his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses in the cold air, and now he was absolutely contemptuous of himself and mocking himself.

He used his tough muscles and strong bones to mock his own powerlessness!

"Still wearing sunglasses during the fight?"

"Do you want to be so perfunctory?"

Miyamoto Musashi put his double knife into the sheath, his hands on the hilt of the knife, his body squatted slightly, his body was extremely relaxed, and his will was extremely concentrated.

"Perfunctory?"

"It's a bit of a problem, because in my opinion, the purity of your so-called Martial God, Martial Saint, and Martial Dao God is too low."

"Of course."

Leng Kong stretched out his index finger and pressed the sunglasses, "Of course, the most important thing is that my chest muscles are too shaky, I have to filter them with my sunglasses, otherwise I will be very uncomfortable."

"Pectoral muscles?"

Musashi looked at his pectoralis major muscles, and then compared to the large pectorals of the cold air, which was comparable to a double-door refrigerator, and was speechless.

The cold sky is so big that it doesn't shake, and it shakes so much?

Humiliating!

This bastard is a naked humiliation!

Although I didn't understand what Leng Kong was saying at all, it was definitely right that I was underestimated.

Shout!

The liquid force started again, and the figure disappeared in place again, and it appeared again almost with the cold empty surface, the long knife in the right hand slashed down obliquely from above, and the short knife in the left hand stabbed the cold empty lower abdomen.

The long knife slashes, the short knife stabs, this is the essence of Miyamoto Musashi's lifelong martial arts, the full set of actions is smooth, and the actual time is only 0.001 seconds!

Seeing that the long knife had been slashed into the neck, and the short knife had already pierced the skin, Leng Kong was about to separate his head and body, and he was stabbed in the abdomen, but Miyamoto's movements suddenly stopped.

But it wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that his wrists had been locked in the cold air, and no matter how hard he tried, the blades that had been attached to his skin could never get any closer.

"I've said it all, I've seen through your moves, why do you choose to rush head-on?"

Leng Kong's eyes moved down, looking down at Miyamoto Musashi, who was half shorter than himself,

"Is it faster and more powerful?"

"But alas, you chose the wrong tactic!"

The big mouth was torn apart, and the grimace was twisted to reveal a hideous smile,

"If you are wrong, you have to pay the price!"

A knee blow thicker than Miyamoto Musashi's waist struck straight up,

Bang Ka Ka.!

The attack was all under the crotch, and Miyamoto Musashi's face instantly distorted more than a grimace, although his body shot higher than the cold sky in a straight line.

Bang!

After his body landed, Miyamoto Musashi had lost focus in his eyes, foaming at the mouth, and his body was even more tightly curled, and he felt that his soul was out of his body at the moment of impact.

But the great sword hero is the big sword hero, even if he loses consciousness, his hands still don't let go of the handle.

"Shwk."

"It hurts. . . It hurts me to death! ”

Consciousness returned to place, Miyamoto Musashi rolled wildly on the ground in pain, and after hearing the sound of cold empty footsteps approaching, he supported the ground with his palms, stomped on his heels, and forcibly stood up with a big runny nose.

In terms of will, the warriors of this world really don't have to say anything.

"Hiss."

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you today!"

Looking at the cold sky that was getting closer and closer, Miyamoto Musashi's facial features were distorted in pain, but the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

The double knives that didn't let go just now were thrown away like garbage by him at this moment, touching the crotch that had become a mushy flesh, holding both hands weakly, and the momentum of martial arts that he had cultivated all his life leaked out of his body crazily.

This momentum is fiercer and sharper than when he holds a knife!

In the end, it is extremely compressed between the hands, forming an invisible sword that can cut the body, the spirit, and the soul!

Mystery: Two days of first-class slashing!

At the age of 58, Miyamoto Musashi practiced kendo to the extreme and completely entered the realm of no sword.

This is also the ultimate meaning of his lifelong cultivation, and he has never been released in front of the world since he cultivated!

This time, he will use this three-slashing sword to completely cut the cold sky in half!

"Die!"

The mystery was formed, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes widened, and the superb sword intent overflowed, just the slightest leakage of sword intent made the onlookers feel like a thorn in the back, and after the sword was swung out with both hands, it made the audience feel like they were in an ice cave!

"Haha."

"Good time!"

Before the sword came, the skin around his body was stabbed by this terrifying sword, and the cold air was interested.

The palm of the hand spreads out and tightens to form a palm knife, and the invisible sword aimed at Miyamoto Musashi strikes fiercely.

Mystery: Magic Gun!

Airplanes.!

The swords collided, obviously one side was real and the other side was virtual, but at the moment of impact, ripples visible to the naked eye rippled in the air, and the violent collision sound exploded in the minds of tens of thousands of viewers at the same time.

Laugh at.!

The sword qi penetrated through the body, and the middle finger bone of the cold air facing the sword blade was immediately fractured, and two long blood wounds appeared up and down the arm at the same time up and down to the shoulder.

The depth of the blood mouth was deeper than Miyamoto Musashi's previous slashing with a real knife, not only completely breaking the flesh and skin, but even leaving two scratches on the cold empty arm bone.

At this moment, from the skin to the muscles, from the muscles to the bones, it really can't be really realistic, so that the 15 billion brain cells in the brain are telling Leng Kong that his arm is really cut open!

The mystery of the great swordsman's life is really terrifying!

And in the face of the terrifying power of cold air to break through the limits of the world, Miyamoto Musashi was not happy, holding the sword and holding the tiger's mouth in both hands exploded at the moment of collision, and the blood flowed wildly.

Then the punch shot back, and a huge deep fist mark appeared out of thin air on his chest.

Vomit!

As soon as the fist mark appeared, the body was as if it had been slammed, shooting backwards, and on the way, he did not forget to open his mouth and spew out a blood belt more than ten meters long.

"It's a pity!"

"It's a pity that your slash can't fully feed back the damage you feel mentally to your physical body."

"Otherwise, your two-day first-class slash is a well-deserved anti-heaven skill!"

Leng Kong shook his hand, not taking this injury seriously at all.

It's even a pity that Miyamoto Musashi failed to cultivate his mind to the extreme.

Because he already regards this skill as his own, with the ghost brains of the Fan Ma clan, he is not worried about whether he can learn it, but only that it is not powerful enough.

"Play dead, you can't fool me."

Seeing that after the fight, Miyamoto Musashi lay on the ground motionless, and the huge body of the cold air was like a heavy tank pressed close at a rapid pace, and then his thighs were raised, and the big foot covered half of Miyamoto Musashi's body and stepped down suddenly,

Rumble!

Trampling like thunder, the ground exploded, and Miyamoto Musashi's body narrowly rolled away and was bounced off the ground by a terrifying shock,

"Walk you!"

Step down with your left leg and jerk your right leg,

Boom!

The air was blown up, and Miyamoto Musashi's body immediately exploded into a circle of blood mist, the flesh and blood at the hit point turned into paste, the internal bones were broken, and the internal organs were also shocked together, and the remnants of the body flew dozens of meters, and they were pasted on the back wall of the audience with a snap.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

The indescribable violent scene made the audience open their mouths and inhale coolness.

Syllable!

Miyamoto Musashi's body slipped down the corner of the wall, their mouths still closed.

"Caregiver. Fast. Bring Musashi-sama back to the lab! ”

It was Tokugawa who reacted the fastest, and when he realized what was happening, he immediately jumped up and shouted in pain.

Ma Dan, being by the cold sky, Musashi-sama's body is going back to the furnace again.

"Ahh

"Invincible. Trolls are invincible! ”

"Invincible, !!"

In the next second, the audience who came back to their senses let out a deafening wave of terror.

OK, call it a day!

The cold air shook and the chest muscles splashed the dust and blood on the body, flashing.

Because even if you are wearing big black sunglasses, your vision is too exciting.

Can you imagine tens of thousands of beautiful women looking crazy, swaying frantically and shouting at you?

That's what the scene is in the cold sky field of view now.

There are no ugly women, and even men have become women under the influence of superandrogens, how can there still be ugly women?

Men and women are confused, and there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness, so it is even more unbearable!

How distorted is this vision?

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PS: The blade teeth are almost finished here, after fusing the bloodline of Fan Ma, the protagonist's strength has exploded again, and without suppressing the combat power, Musashi is really not enough to see, so it can only be hastily ended.

If you feel okay, can you make up a full order?

Give a little motivation to hit the street and start a new volume.

The grades were really poor, just enough to reach the full attendance line

The monthly pass seems to be almost 1,000, looking forward to it!

Since writing the book, the monthly pass has never been thousands, haha.

(End of chapter)