Grunt!

Seeing this scene and hearing the names of these three old men, several Hua Guotianjiao, who knew their origins, couldn't help but swallow their saliva and gasp.

"I didn't expect it to be them, I didn't expect it to be them! Mr. Xu is going to have a hard fight today. Ye Changqing said with a wry smile.

"These three old men all look like they are about to die, with Mr. Xu's strength and invincibility, they should be able to easily solve them, right?"

Yan Qingcheng said nonchalantly. In her eyes, Xu Feng is invincible in the world, sweeping everything.

A hundred years ago, they crossed the sea and swept through the martial arts realm of the Qing court at that time, and even Lin Betsuru, the number one master of Ouchi, was defeated by the three of them. ”

"Miyamoto Kenshin is powerful, right? If it weren't for Mr. Xu's move, I'm afraid that our generation of Huaguo would be swept away by him alone. However, compared to the three masters of Miyamoto a hundred years ago, Miyamoto Kenshin is nothing at all. ”

"The three masters of Miyamoto a hundred years ago swept away a generation of Qing court. Today's Miyamoto Three Immortals have suppressed the luck of Japanese martial arts for a hundred years. ”

Ye Changqing said excitedly.

The three old men in front of them, with gray hair and yellow faces, are a living legend that stretches for a hundred years and shocks East Asia.

"I didn't expect these three old people to be alive. Seventy years ago, the ancestor of my herdsman family once fought with Miyamoto on the Huangpu River in Haizhou for three days, and was seriously injured before he was forced to retreat. Now that the three immortals have gathered, how terrifying should it be?"

Mu Zhanye remembered a past, it was in that war-torn era, a great battle between the ancestor of the Mu family and Miyamoto Douzhai.

Miyamoto Douzhai, Miyamoto Zhanzhai, Miyamoto Killing Zhai, as soon as these three old men appeared, they came with the coffin, and instantly ignited the atmosphere of the audience.

In the Budagokan, 14,000 Japanese warriors stood up one after another and shouted loudly - "Fight, fight, kill, fight, ......kill, fight! fight! fight!"

The monstrous momentum was like a raging fire, as if the entire martial arts hall was burning, turning into a murderous sea of fire.

The three old men stretched out their hands, as if they were enjoying this turbulent momentum, as if everyone in the audience was one with the three of them.

It was as if behind them stood the entire Japanese martial arts world, the entire Yamato nation, and all the inheritance and glory of thousands of years gathered together at this time.

"Open the coffin! Prepare for war!"

The three immortals of Miyamoto shouted in unison.

A team of strong men opened the heavy coffin lid, and three ebony coffins were revealed in front of everyone's eyes, which had already been properly arranged, and only three corpses were left to enter the coffin.

"Send a coffin to Xu Shenren!"

At this moment, Miyamoto Dosai took a step forward and suddenly shouted.

With his order, in the passage behind Xu Feng, the same team of strong men carried the coffin.

The whole body is golden, as dazzling as gold, carved with a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon, dancing and entwining, setting off this coffin like the coffin of an emperor.

"Pure gold forging, inlaid with 1,276 pearls and jade gems, costing 10 billion yen, it should be worthy of the identity of Xu Shenren. ”

Miyamoto said in a deep voice.

On one side, the three immortals of Miyamoto prepared three ebony coffins for themselves, and on the other side, they carried the golden dragon coffin for Xu Feng.

It's a battle of life and death!

They were ready to die in battle, and they were also ready to win.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Xu Feng exploded with one palm, and smashed the golden dragon coffin, which cost tens of billions of yen, along with the eight strong men who carried the coffin, directly smashed it, mixing flesh and gold, and pressed it into a huge gold cake that overflowed blood.

"The victory and defeat have been decided, life and death are clear, why bother?" Xu Feng said indifferently, disdainful of the golden dragon coffin prepared by the Miyamoto family.

As soon as these words came out, the tens of thousands of people in the audience were awe-inspiring, like the collapse of the sky, pressing towards Xu Feng. Even the eight Huaguo Tianjiao who came with him were so frightened that their faces turned slightly pale with such arrogant words.

"Good, good, good! worthy of a generation of madmen, Mr. Xu is really proud, and he deserves to be the realm of gods and men!" Miyamoto Dousai laughed.

"This battle should be the last battle for the three of us, no matter whether you win or lose, whether you live or die, it is a great honor!"

Miyamoto Zhansai smiled inexplicably, as if he was relieved and satisfied.

"The hatred of the country and the family, the struggle of the nation, when the victory and defeat are decided today, we will fight for Yamato!" Miyamoto said in a deep voice.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The three of them roared at the same time, all the clothes on their bodies were shattered, and their withered and old bodies swelled in an instant.

The muscles are like steel poured, the green tendons are like dragons entangled, and in an instant, the three immortals of Miyamoto returned to the peak, and with the world's combat power, they made a brazen attack.

"Ask for death in public, I will do what you wish!"

Xu Feng stomped on the ground, and the entire martial arts hall suddenly shook.

His body turned into a giant bow and pulled it apart, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, turning into an afterimage and bursting out.

The air was tearing, roaring, and the earth was ploughed open like tofu into two deep ravines, like a wild dragon crossing a river, and the sky was full of earth-shattering ferocity.

Xu Feng, it's a shot!

With a punch, the power of shaking the sky enveloped the three immortals of Miyamoto at the same time, enveloping the three supreme powerhouses of Tiangang all under his attack.

"Miyamoto Dousai, draw your sword!"

"Miyamoto Zhansai, draw your sword!"

"Miyamoto kills fast, draw a sword!"

The three white-haired old men stepped into the sky step by step, and at the same time drew their swords.

At the moment when the blade was unsheathed, three dazzling white swords rose to the sky, as if even the sky could be cut open, and even the gods and Buddhas could be slaughtered.

It is a stunt of a generation of Japanese mythology Miyamoto Musashi - slashing the sky and drawing a sword!

Three swords slashed through the sky, as if the sky dragon had stretched out its claws and tore the entire earth apart.

"Even if it's the sky, don't compete with me!

Xu Feng's five fingers rotated, and he suddenly clenched his fist, as if he had grasped the heavens and all worlds and the star universe in an instant.

The first style of the Seven Kills of the Mixed Yuan - Heaven-Shaking Fist!

The fierce and domineering fist power, like an angry dragon ascending to the sky, crashed into the three heaven-slashing blades.

Rumble!

The sky was exploding, and the rolling air waves spread out, spreading out 10,000 meters away.

Everyone only felt that their ears were about to be penetrated by the sound waves, and their heads were about to explode, and the pain was unbearable, and life was worse than death!

The dazzling light in the center of the martial arts hall made everyone unable to open their eyes, and they couldn't see what was going on at all.

When the dust settled and the heavens and the earth returned to calm, everyone only saw that Xu Feng stood in the center, like an immortal monument.

And the three old men, known as the "Miyamoto Three Immortals", actually retreated a hundred meters away, their clothes shattered and dripping with blood.

(End of chapter)