"Childe, it seems that someone has come looking for us?" Shi Jian turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the gate of the shrine.

Zhuo Bufan also retracted his thoughts, turned his mind, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"You're the one Watanabe is talking about, you're younger than I thought. Miyamoto Lang held his hands in his arms, and in his arms was a black sword, unpretentious, and there was nothing attractive at all, but it was this sword that looked so simple that attracted Zhuo Bufan's attention.

"Who are you?"

Zhuo Bufan looked at him indifferently.

"A man who is going to kill you. Miyamoto also said lightly, his tone was light and light, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

The sword raised his willow eyebrows tightly, and his face, which should have been cute and pretty, was covered with a layer of frost, holding the purple and green sword in his hand, and a killing machine rose.

"Squire Sword, you're not his opponent, let me come. Zhuo Bufan said, taking a step forward.

The sword hesitated for a moment, then accepted the purple and green sword in his hand, stepped back to the side and said, "Childe, be careful." "The strength of the middle-aged swordsman in front of him is much stronger than the Yamano Blade that Zhuo Bufan met last time, the two of them are not at the same level at all, or it can be said that the Yamano Blade is just the realm of the grandmaster, and the strength of the middle-aged swordsman in front of him seems to be deeper than that of the old Qinglong

。

With the current strength of the sword, it is completely impossible to defeat such an existence.

"Where's your weapon?" Miyamoto asked with a slight frown when he saw him barehanded, this was his dignity as a swordsman grandmaster.

"Without weapons, with my fists alone, I can blow you up. ”

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous arc.

"Presumptuous. "Miyamoto Lang has been a kendo master in Japan for decades, and before he fought with Abe Shiyou, he was also the top master of Japanese martial arts, not to mention that now that he has broken through the realm of the sword god, his strength has entered a new realm, and now he is so humiliated by a young man from the dragon country, although he is

Sitting in the temple for twenty years has made him distracted, and his heart is as calm as water, but at this moment, Zhuo Bufan's words have made his heart burn with anger.

At the same time as Miyamoto Lang blurted out his words, he still pulled out the knife in his arms, which was a knife about one meter long and presented a crescent moon, black as ink, and there was no trace of luster on the knife, as if it was a dark world, giving people a depressing and extremely heavy feeling.

From the moment the knife came out, the surrounding wind surged, and the murderous aura condensed into a blade like a substance, slashing towards Zhuo Bufan across a distance of dozens of meters.

Zhuo Bufan clenched his hands into fists, and a brilliant golden light erupted in his fists, smashing all the flying sword winds in his face.

"It's also your blessing that you can die under the Black Water Autumn Knife, this knife hasn't tasted blood for a long time. Miyamoto Lang said lightly, but the black water autumn knife in his hand was changing in his hand, one after another black knife marks slashed in the air, almost cutting the air into annihilation, between the swords and flashes, the changes in the sword path were extreme, and finally all the true yuan and sword qi condensed into a point, and slammed towards Zhuo Bufan

Chop it.

"Qingshan Yin!" At the same time, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, and Zhenyuan condensed on his fist and smashed towards the blade.

The huge golden fist mark collided with the knife marks that were condensed into a line, and suddenly there was a metallic crashing sound, like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

With the fist and blade as the center, a circular white ring spread out for a hundred meters, and the tall trees that had been grazed by the white ring instantly snapped and fell down one after another.

And Zhuo Bufan also felt the weight of a thousand pounds, the huge pressure passed through his body, transmitted to the soles of his feet, with the soles of his feet as the center, cracks like spider silk appeared on the concrete floor, and these cracks extended dozens of meters, as if the effect of an earthquake.

Those ordinary people couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the fight in the shrine again.

"How could it be ......" Miyamoto Lang had a look of horror in his eyes.

Zhuo Bufan also frowned. Miyamoto Lang's black water autumn knife slashed on Zhuo Bufan's fist, and actually only cut out a small hole, and a wisp of blood came out. This is one of the weapons used by the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi back then, and it is also one of the top ten famous swords in Japan, ranking in the top five, and it is held in Miyamoto Lang

of the hands.

Miyamoto was also confident that even an armored tank would be cut open by him, but now, he couldn't even chop Zhuo Bufan's fist.

Zhuo Bufan was also shocked, his golden skin reached the fifth layer, which could resist cannonballs, and the bullets were tickling when they hit his body, but he didn't expect to be cut out of blood by a knife.

"Come again. Miyamoto's face finally had a hint of solemnity, and above this solemnity was more of a fiery battle intent.

He originally thought that Zhuo Bufan and Abe Shiyou would fight, although he killed Abe Shiyou, he must have been seriously injured, but what he didn't expect was that Zhuo Bufan's strength was still so strong, it was simply demonic.

Miyamoto Lang said, people come with the knife, and the whole person seems to have become one with the knife in his hand and become a natural existence, and various knife techniques come from slashing. In the eyes of everyone, only a black sword shadow could be seen wandering all over the hall.

Zhuo Bufan's fist was like a golden raindrop, constantly making the sound of metal striking. In the fight between the two, the ground collapsed, the ancient trees fell, and the black bricks and rubble were shattered into powder by the violent energy.

However, the more Miyamoto Lang fought, the more frightened he became, and Zhuo Bufan's true yuan was almost as condensed as the real one, and his fists were like steel diamonds, hitting the knife, and the metal resonated.

And Zhuo Bufan's true yuan seems to be inexhaustible, although Miyamoto Lang has stepped into the realm of the sword god and his qi and blood have become active again, but in fact he is already an old man of eighty or ninety years old, and no matter how strong his qi and blood are, he can't resist the blood of young people.

"You take me three more punches. Zhuo Bufan shouted, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"First punch. ”

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, like a meteor impacting, so fast that there was a blasting sound in the air.

Miyamoto Lang's pupils contracted slightly, the horizontal knife was blocked in his chest, and then his fist smashed on the knife body, Miyamoto Lang felt as if he had been hit by a fast-moving train, his feet rubbed the ground, and he pulled out two marks tens of meters long, and the blade trembled violently, almost coming out of his hand.

"Such a powerful force?" Miyamoto Lang's face was shocked.

Although Zhuo Bufan fought with Abe Shiyou just now, he used all techniques, where is it so exciting to use fists in hand-to-hand combat. Zhuo Bufan was still holding back a breath of anger in his heart, and he didn't find a place to vent, but he didn't expect a Miyamoto Lang to pop up.