"Yagyu-kun! The sword is you, and you are the sword! When he talks to the sword, he is talking to you!" Mouri Ginzo suddenly spoke.

Yagyu Masamune was stunned for a moment, and then his expression returned to calm again.

"Your Majesty Maori is right! I was upset just now!"

The sparkle in his eyes flickered again, apparently returning to his previous perfect state of mind.

Zhang Dong looked regretful: "We are fighting against each other, and you actually invited foreign aid! Is this the samurai/Tao spirit of your Japanese country? It doesn't look good! Do you want this Mr. Maori to give you on-site teaching?"

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Yagyu Masamune frowned: "This does not count as inviting foreign aid, Mr. Maori is just teaching me the spirit of samurai/Tao!"

"You have admitted it yourself, but he is giving you advice, and you still say he is not a foreign aid? Is it possible that when the primary school students in your Japanese country take exams, their parents can give advice?" Zhang Dong sneered.

Yagyu Masamune was about to open his mouth to defend, but was interrupted by Mori Ginzo.

"Yagyu-kun, don't argue with him! You can't fight him, but he will disturb your mood! You just need to stay calm and prepare for the next battle!"

"Yes! Thank you, Your Excellency Mouri, for your teaching!" Yagyu Masamune nodded towards Mouri Ginzo.

Then he really ignored Zhang Dong's words and stood there like a wooden man.

Seeing that the trash talk attack didn't work, Zhang Dong had no choice but to shake his head.

"As expected of Maori Yinlang, he pointed out Yagyu Masamune in just a few words! It's amazing!"

When Zhang Dong called Maori Ginzo Maori Yinlang, Maori Ginzo's face instantly darkened.

"What did you call me?"

Zhang Dong glanced at him: "Maori Yin Wolf! Don't you have this name? Aren't you the same race as the stupid wolf next to you?"

These words scolded both of them!

Mouri Ginzo and Koizumi Haruno stared at Zhang Dong with angry faces, as if they wanted to eat him.

Zhang Dong looked at the two of them with a half-smile: "What's the matter? You want to bite me? Before you bite me, first look at who is standing next to me!"

The person standing next to him was naturally Zeng Xiaochuan!

At this moment, Zeng Xiaochuan took a step forward, carrying an indifferent aura.

"In the battle between ancient warriors, psychological warfare is also a method. Mr. Mao Li just interrupted Mr. Zhang's psychological warfare. It is normal for Mr. Zhang to complain a few words!" Zeng Xiaochuan said in a calm tone.

Mouri Ginzo's face was ugly. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed over and slapped the other person with a big mouth.

Listen, is this human language?

When samurai fight, how can anyone talk trash?

Is that worthy of being called a samurai?

A true samurai must use two samurai swords to cut each other, and no one can talk nonsense. Even if you fart, you will be called unruly!

However, Mouri Ginzo forgot one thing: his samurai/Tao spirit was only in the Japanese country.

But this is Hua/Xia!

Maori Ginzo looked deeply at Zeng Xiaochuan: "Since Mr. Zeng said so, then for your sake, let's put this matter aside for now!"

Zeng Xiaochuan is at the master level, and his strength is terrifying.

Even in the Japanese Warriors Association where there are many masters, only the mysterious president can stabilize Zeng Xiaochuan.

Among the others, even the strongest four elders, if taken alone, are only on par with Zeng Xiaochuan.

Zhang Dong shrugged: "It seems that the decision to invite friends to watch the duel was the right one. If I were the only one here, I would have been besieged by three people by now!"

"Nonsense! We are all the purest samurai in the Japanese kingdom! Our samurai/Tao spirit is to fight alone!" Koizumi Harunami shouted angrily.

Zhang Dong curled his lips: "Really? Then please turn away your murderous gaze! What's the difference between staring at me with murderous look on your face and beating me up?"

"You!" Koizumi Harunang wanted to say something else.

Unexpectedly, Maori Ginzo next to him interrupted him.

"Wait a minute! Mr. Koizumi, for the samurai/Tao spirit of our Japanese country, don't look at him anymore! We have to believe in Mr. Yagyu. With the demon sword Muramasa, Mr. Yagyu will definitely be able to defeat this kid!"

Koizumi Haruno couldn't help but sneer when he thought of the terrifying power of the demon sword Muramasa.

"That's right! Yagyu-kun will definitely be able to defeat this kid with the demon sword Muramasa!"

Afterwards, Zhang Dong moved his body and strode to Masamune Yagyu, with a distance of about two meters between them.

Feeling the aura from Zhang Dong opposite him, Yagyu Masamune slowly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Zhang, I can finally fight with you! I have been looking forward to this fight for a long time!"

Zhang Dong suddenly asked: "Yagyu Masamune, in this case, shouldn't you first say that you want to avenge your brother Yagyu Masamune?"

"You didn't kill Masamune Yagyu!" Masamune Yagyu said calmly.

This time it was Zhang Dong's turn to be surprised: "You know I didn't kill Masayu Yagyu? Then you still want to fight with me?"

"That's right! But he died because of you! No matter who killed Masamune Yagyu, you have an unshirkable responsibility! Without your presence, Masamune Yagyu would not have died!" Masamune Yagyu looked expressionless.

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Zhang Dong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Your idea is really perverted!"

"After I severely injure you and destroy your Dantian, I will look for the murderer who killed Yagyu Masamune!" Yagyu Masamune continued.

After hearing what he said, Zhang Dong didn't bother to talk nonsense to him anymore.

For ancient warriors, having their Dantian destroyed is sometimes even more uncomfortable than death!

Just like Pork Rong, he used to be a master of inner energy.

But in order to save Huang Tianhong, Zhu Zhurong later ended up with his Dantian destroyed, and now he is even worse than the Fascial Realm!

It's really sad!

Yagyu Masamune actually came up and said that he wanted to destroy Zhang Dong's Dantian, which shows how ruthless this guy is!

The Japanese people are indeed all the same thing!

Zhang Dong let out a breath: "Okay! Without further ado, show off the Muramasa Demon Sword! Let's get started!"

"If you want to see Muramasa's demon sword, go through me first! Yagyu's secret teaching, Yagyu kills with one sword!" Masamune Yagyu said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards Zhang Dong with an arrow and at the same time used the unopened Muramasa Demon Sword in his hand as a weapon.

Obviously, he wanted to test Zhang Dong's quality to see if Zhang Dong was worthy of him pulling out the Muramasa Demon Sword.

Even though Muramasa's demon sword has not yet been unsealed, with the blessing of Yagyu Masamune's powerful inner energy, a giant sword light still carried powerful destructive power and struck towards Zhang Dong.

The power of this sword made Yoshikawa Kaede next to him straighten his eyes.

For Kaede Yoshikawa, who is in the quasi-fascial realm, Yagyu Masamune's sword is simply unrivaled in power!

Zhang Dong curled his lips disdainfully.

If it were in the past, facing Yagyu Masamune's full attack, Zhang Dong might have to spend some effort to deal with him.

But now he has taken the Holy Mountain Snow Lotus, and his strength is comparable to that of a late-stage quasi-grandmaster.
Chapter completed!