The characters more than 200 years ago are still alive in this world, and they appear so vividly in front of everyone's eyes.

How shocking, terrifying, is that?

You must know that even if it is a Tiangang Martial Immortal, the limit of lifespan is only one hundred and fifty years. However, the old man carrying the sword in front of him was a figure from more than two hundred years ago, who had already exceeded the lifespan of the Tiangang Martial Immortal and broken through the limits of normal human beings.

In a sense, this kind of person can no longer be regarded as a human being.

God!

Suddenly, a word popped up in everyone's minds at the same time!

Only a god-man, only a god-level powerhouse who has stepped into the realm of half-step mythology, can break the limit lifespan of Tiangang Martial Immortals, break through the human barrier of one hundred and fifty years, and have a longer lifespan.

"God-man! He is a god-man! Half-step mythology, a god among men!"

Someone exclaimed, with a wild smile on his face, as if he had seen hope in a moment from despair, and he was extremely excited.

"He is Miyamoto Fujuro, the youngest grandson of Miyamoto Musashi, who once fought against the nine great immortals with the power of one person, and is a true god who created a shocking legend!"

The white-haired old man yelled excitedly, his face turned red, and he beat his chest, eager to fight with Miyamoto Fujuro.

"Hahaha...... I didn't expect that in my Japanese martial arts circles, there are still people who remember my name Miyamoto Fujuro! How many years, how many years have I not been like this? I remember that the last time I went on a killing spree was 150 years ago, before the black ships of the United States bombarded Japan!"

Miyamoto Kajuro stood with his sword in his hand and laughed loudly, not at all like an old monster who had lived for more than two hundred years.

"Sure enough, it's Miyamoto Fujuro, a god in the world! With Miyamoto God here, I, the Japanese martial arts world, will be immortal!"

The white-haired old man who recognized Miyamoto Fujuro yelled excitedly.

"Godman, with Miyamoto God, what are we afraid of?"

"Miyamoto Shenren, please kill him, kill all the Chinese people, and avenge our master!"

"God-man, exalt for my Yamato!"

"Kill this person and let him know how powerful my great Japanese warrior is!"

......

When they knew that the old man carrying the knife in front of them was the famous Miyamoto Fujuro, a generation and a half-step myth, all the crowd was excited and full of fighting spirit again.

That's a half-step myth, and it's the grandson of Miyamoto Musashi, who may have been personally taught by a generation of sword gods.

With such a powerful figure here, what else do they have to fear?

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a sharp sword slashed into the sky, killing hundreds of Japanese warriors who were waving their flags and shouting on the spot.

It's Miyamoto Musashi's peerless sword technique - the sword technique of slashing the sky!

From the hands of Miyamoto Fujuro, it was unexpectedly joined by the three immortals of Miyamoto, and it was several times stronger.

With just one sword, he killed hundreds of martial artists in the stands, what Transformation Realm Grandmaster, what Hold Dan Sage, and they were slaughtered in an instant.

Even the stands forged from reinforced concrete were cut open with a knife, and the huge cracks sent chills down the spine and chills all over the body!

This is a ruthless man, a madman!

Just because of their shouts and disgusted with the noise of everyone, they actually killed hundreds of warriors in their own country with a single sword, and they were also on his side, shouting and cheering for him, and directly killed them all without mercy.

It seems that in his eyes, the years are like a fleeting moment, and human life is like a mustard, and he doesn't care about it at all, and everything in the world can't move him anymore.

The audience was as silent as death in an instant!

It wasn't until this moment that everyone completely understood why Miyamoto didn't come to the rescue when the three immortals were about to die.

Even in the face of the corpses of the three of them, this Miyamoto Fujuro had an indifferent expression, his tone was casual and ordinary, and he couldn't even see the slightest anger.

He is a ruthless and unrighteous person, a ruthless and unrighteous person, who has long abandoned human feelings, and only martial arts and killing will live forever in his eyes.

Miyamoto Fujuro is Xu Feng's enemy, but at the same time, he is not a friend of the tens of thousands of Japanese warriors in the martial arts hall.

It doesn't even matter about the death of a loved one, even the family bloodline has been looked down upon, let alone what country or nationality it is.

"The longevity of the half-step myth will not exceed two hundred years, but you have lived for more than two hundred years, I am afraid that you have used some kind of secret technique and have been sealed in the Miyamoto family as the last hole card to suppress the luck of the family!"

"Such a you, you are no longer a person, but a knife, a sword, a weapon to kill, no emotion, only killing!"

"Therefore, even if you have lived for more than two hundred years, you are still the same as back then, just like you one hundred and fifty years ago, you are still stuck in the realm of half-step mythology, and you cannot advance an inch. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, this is your first awakening in a hundred and fifty years, and your last awakening!"

"Whether you win or lose this battle, you will die. Even with your Miyamoto family, you can't support the foundation that will let you sleep for another hundred and fifty years. ”

Xu Feng said lightly, as if he was telling about an ordinary little thing, but word by word, telling the truth about Miyamoto Fujuro.

He is a humanoid weapon, with no emotion, no freedom, only killing.

At the same time that the three immortals of Miyamoto died in battle, as the last piece of land of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Fujuro appeared, and this half-step myth who had lived for more than two hundred years appeared.

As the first family in the Japanese martial arts world, the Miyamoto family understands that as long as Xu Feng does not die, they will be the next to be trampled on, and it will be the entire Miyamoto family.

Therefore, even if they use this last hole card at the cost of the fall of Miyamoto Fujuro, they will kill Xu Feng in the martial arts hall.

"A young man from Huaguo, what's your name?"

Miyamoto Kadojuro's eyes narrowed and stared at Xu Feng deadly.

"Xu Feng, the one who killed you!" Xu Feng said lightly.

"Xu Feng, Xu Feng! Very good, I remember. For more than 200 years, the years have passed, life and death have passed, and there are very few people who can make me remember my name, and you are one of them now. ”

Miyamoto Kazejuro opened his five fingers, and suddenly clenched the knife inherited from his grandfather, Miyamoto Musashi, the Moon Chopping Blade!

"Now that you know my secret, then take out all your strength and fight with me, fight to the death!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! It is your honor to fight with me, to die under my sword, and it is also your glory and your glory!"

Boom!

Miyamoto Fujuro slowly pulled out the ancient killing knife, which had been stained with the blood of martial arts mythology, sharp and pressing, and there was a killing intent that shook the sky.

"Scared, afraid, hahaha...... Are you living in a dream?"

Xu Feng laughed loudly, and the look on his face was suddenly as cold as iron.

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