"Grandpa. Watanabe's eyes lit up with excitement.

Miyamoto narrowed his eyes slightly, but in the eyes that narrowed slightly, leaving only a slit, there was an extremely sharp aura that continued to shine and swallow, as if an eagle imprisoned in a cage had finally broken through the shackles and regained his freedom.

Miyamoto raised his right hand, his palm was broad, full of vitality and strength, his palm was slightly bent, and a blazing white flame suddenly appeared in his palm, although the blazing white flame was the size of a soybean, it was extremely terrifying.

Although Watanabe Saki does not have the talent to practice martial arts, he is a descendant of Miyamoto Musashi, the god of war, so he still knows something about the martial arts of Japan, and when he saw the white flames floating in his grandfather's palm, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he said in horror:

"Really Qi practice, grandpa, you broke through the last level?" said Watanabe Saki excitedly, and even his voice trembled a little.

With a strong grip on the palm of Miyamoto's hand, the white flame completely dissipated, and then he sighed slightly, "In the past twenty years, I have been sitting in the temple and participating in meditation and enlightenment, in fact, I was sure to break free from the curse of Abe Shiyu ten years ago." ”

"Then why you?" said Watanabe, with a puzzled expression.

"Are you trying to ask me why I didn't break free from his curse and stayed in Sensoji Temple?" said Miyamoto with a cold smile.

"If I use my strength to break free from his curse, I'm afraid I will have a chance to break through the final level and become a true sword god. Miyamoto said lightly: "I've been waiting for this opportunity, not only to break free from the power of the curse, but also to use this as an opportunity to help me enter the realm of the Sword God." ”

Watanabe Saki then understood, and said in surprise:

"Then in the future, won't our Watanabe family be able to rise to the top of the Sanhe Group? ”

"Wrong. Miyamoto Lang suddenly frowned, shook his head and said: "The real sword god in the entire Japanese country plus me should only be four, as for the sword god in your mouth, such as the mountain and the wild sword is just a sword sect, but the sword god has not appeared in the eyes of everyone for too long, and everyone has forgotten the real sword god."

Strength. ”

Saki Watanabe was shocked again.

The Japanese kendo is very famous, and the sword god is the top figure in kendo, but even that kind of character can't survive the erosion of time. In the shogunate era, there were more than a dozen famous kendo masters, and the stars were shining.

It's just that later because of historical reasons, generation after generation of sword gods fell one after another, and rumors about sword gods only circulated in the martial arts world, and as for the real sword gods, no one had really seen them.

Now the top ten sword gods selected by the Japanese martial arts world, it is obvious that although the martial arts are strong, they are actually just sword sects.

Watanabe Saki bowed down respectfully, "Congratulations to my grandfather for becoming a new generation of sword gods, so that our Watanabe family will be proud of the whole country in the future and be one of the four major families." ”

"But now there is a more important thing for me to do, and the aura of Abe Shiyou has completely dissipated. Miyamoto frowned slightly, looked in the direction of Asakusa Shrine, and opened his lips slightly.

Watanabe Saki's sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, "Could it be that Zhuo Bufan has already killed Abe Shiyou." ”

"Hmm. It's really a pity that I didn't kill Abe Shiyou in person, but now it's not bad to kill Zhuo Bufan and announce my birth. After Miyamoto finished speaking, his eyes stared slightly ahead, and two bright rays of light disappeared in his eyes.

At this moment, the momentum on Miyamotoro's body suddenly became sharper, as if he was about to leap out of the scabbard, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp sword.

And in this small quiet room, a sword lying on the mahogany knife holder in the shape of a smooth crescent moon buzzed, making a clear sound, and kept trembling.

Zizi ...... On the strange-shaped knife holder, some red and strange runes appeared because of the trembling of the sword, these runes floated on the knife holder with a strange and quaint feeling, and red thunder and lightning extended from these runes, as if combined into a chain

Taidao is trapped in it.

"Fighter of the Front!"

Miyamoto snorted lightly, stretched out his right palm, and held his five fingers in a void. The sword on the knife holder trembled violently again, and the sound it emitted became more sharp, and finally the shackles that had been wrapped around the sword 'red thunder and lightning' snapped and snapped.

The sword flew into the palm of Miyamotoro's hand along with the scabbard, and was tightly grasped by Miyamoto's fingers, and the sword let out a joyful chirp, as if to announce the freedom of rebirth.

"Grandpa, this knife?" Watanabe's eyes widened. Miyamoto Lang held the sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a proud arc, "Yes, this knife is one of the famous knives used by the ancestor Miyamoto Musashi, 'Black Autumn Water', one of the top ten famous knives in Japan." But I have always been sealed by the ancestors, and now I am sudden

Breaking the realm of the Sword God can make it surrender to me. ”

"Good fellow, accompany me to kill. ”

After Miyamoto finished speaking, he took a step forward and left the quiet room.

The Asakusa Shrine completely collapsed, and Zhuo Bufan was still standing in place, but he was not in a hurry to leave.

He was quietly feeling the changes in the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind his back, the Arowana devoured the soul of the Teng Snake and was digesting its energy, and the sword spirit and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword itself were already one existence, and the soul of the Arowana began to become stronger, which was a sign of the evolution of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

"Could it be that the Ice Emperor Rain Sword can evolve into a treasure weapon?"

There was a faint hint of excitement in Zhuo Bufan's pupils.

In the cultivation realm, all kinds of magic weapons also have corresponding levels, the lowest level is that the magic weapon is divided into one to nine grades, and then there are treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, artifacts, and holy weapons, but the last holy weapons are too mysterious and powerful, even Zhuo Bufan has not seen them, and I don't know if they will exist.

But despite this, since Zhuo Bufan came to the earth, he has only seen magic weapons at most, if the Ice Emperor Rain Sword can evolve into a treasure weapon, then he will have another point of strength and security, and next time even if he encounters warships and fighters, he can also have the power to fight.

And those who knelt outside the Asakusa Shrine saw the shrine collapse, and they all showed horror and turned pale.

Although Asakusa Shrine is not the most famous shrine in Japan, it is a real shrine after all, and it is a bad omen that they have seen some 'miracles' in the past, but now they have actually destroyed them. Just when everyone was shocked and frightened, they suddenly saw a black shadow passing through the sky, and immediately stood on the top of the door of the shrine that had not yet collapsed, it was a man with a ponytail, wearing a black samurai uniform, and holding a black sword in his hand.