Chapter 369 Killing All the Way, Blood Washing Dao Palace
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"Jiang Tian, be careful!" Chen Jiafu was so shocked that his legs were weak and his face turned red with anxiety.
"It's over! It's over! Jiang Tian is over!"
And Yuan Ning even covered her eyes, not daring to look at the miserable scene that followed, so she missed an extremely exciting scene.
Jiang Tian raised his right arm flatly with a calm and indifferent expression on his face, his fingers bluffing.
"Wanjin Zongwu!"
Control all metal elements!
Many people only felt an overwhelming suction force suddenly attack, as if an invisible sumo wrestler grabbed the pistol and long knife and yanked him over. The pistol and long knife all took off their hands and flew towards Jiang Tian.
Some people were unwilling to let go, and were dragged by the force so much that their feet were lifted off the ground.
Casually, Jiang Tianxin waved his hand, and many pistols and long knives were fired back like a violent wind.
Jiang Tian drives the metal element, which is the power of heaven, innate power, how terrifying the power is!
The pistols and long knives suddenly turned into the most violent cannonballs, hitting many members of the Yamaguchi group.
Bang bang!
Whoosh!
Poof!
Many Yamaguchi-gumi members were even more miserable this time. Some had their chests collapsed and a big hole was opened that was heartbreaking. Some had their heads exploded like rotten watermelons, and some had their hands and feet cut off with long knives...
This time, more than forty Yamaguchi-gumi members died again.
These team members usually practice karate and kendo. They usually show off their power in Japan and South Korea. Each of them can fight seven or eight, but in front of Jiang Tian, they are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs.
"This? Is he a demon?"
Everyone stood there stunned, forgetting to attack or even escape.
The noise in the whole place seemed to be absorbed by an invisible sponge, leaving only a still picture.
"Master is really amazing, like a god..."
In the distance, Li Jinzhu's eyes were intoxicated, and he wished he could crawl at Jiang Tian's feet and worship him.
"Oh, Master Jiang is so amazing. This time he will definitely be able to turn the tide and save Tangun's lineage!"
Li Jianxi's body shook slightly, and his clenched fists tightened again.
In his eyes, admiration, shock, ecstasy, excitement, anticipation...many complex emotions flashed through his eyes.
"It turns out that there are such powerful people in this world!"
Yuan Ning exposed a slit on her finger and saw this shocking scene. She was dizzy for a moment.
What she saw today was truly the most incredible thing she had seen in more than thirty years, and it completely overturned her worldview.
"What do you rely on to steal money..."
"Rely on your fists!"
Just half an hour ago.
Chen Jiafu still thought Jiang Tian's words were nonsense, but now Chen Jiafu discovered that Jiang Tian's words were not exaggerated at all.
With such strength, like a god, wouldn't it be possible to get billions of wealth at your fingertips?
"You guys, get back! I'm here to kill this beast!"
A loud shout came, and a figure, holding a samurai sword, jumped out of the cave on the cliff, and like a big bird, rushed towards the main hall where Jiang Tian was.
Many members of the Yamaguchi group looked back, showing expressions of admiration and ecstasy, and exclaimed.
"Mr. Miyamoto!"
"Mr. Miyamoto takes action!"
"Okay now, this person must be no match!"
They instantly became more confident and retreated one after another, leaving the battlefield to this famous kendo master in the East.
In the East, there are many kendo schools, and they are known as the top ten kendo schools.
The Beichen Itto-ryu that Jiang Tian encountered is the most widely spread and has the most disciples, while the Niten-yi-shu that Miyamoto Takeru belongs to is the most powerful kendo sect in the East.
This style of swordsmanship is difficult to practice, but once mastered, its lethality is astonishing.
Although there are not many disciples, everyone is talented and powerful.
Miyamoto Taketaku is in his forties, but he has already reached the master level of swordsmanship.
He ranks among the top ten in the world of Japanese swordsmanship, and is many times more powerful than Chiba Masao, Chiba Masao and others whom Jiang Tian had killed before.
On the top of the overlapping palaces, Takeru Miyamoto jumped high and low, like an eagle, spanning a distance of several hundred meters. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the bottom of the main hall where Jiang Tian was, and stood on top of a bronze tripod.
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This bronze tripod is a centuries-old antique. It is made of bronze and is extremely heavy. It is used by Tangun's lineage and followers to pray for blessings. It is like a large water tank, weighing three thousand kilograms.
"Who is here who dares to kill our members of the Toyo Yamaguchi Group?"
I saw him wearing a black and blue kendo uniform, wearing wooden clogs, and carrying two samurai swords, one long and one short, on his waist.
His sword-shaped eyebrows are slanted, his nose is aquiline, and his eyes are shining, giving people a sinister and powerful feeling.
With his straight waist, he was like a sharp sword unsheathed, with murderous aura surrounding him.
"You have no right to know my name!"
Jiang Tian sneered coldly and said with a disdainful smile: "I kill Japanese devils like I kill chickens and dogs!"
"Bold maniac!"
Miyamoto Takeru was furious and his feet shook.
The bronze tripod, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, rose into the air and shot toward Jiang Tian like a cannon.
"I'll wipe it!"
"Your sister, several thousand kilograms of copper tripod..."
Immediately, Chen Jiafu and Yuan Ning started swearing together. They were so shocked that their eyes widened.
Having just seen Jiang Tian's power, they already know that Jiang Tian is definitely not an ordinary person.
And the Oriental swordsman in front of him was obviously not an ordinary person, and he belonged to the same type of person as Jiang Tian.
They became worried again.
This person should be someone who has the strength to compete with Jiang Tian, and may even kill Jiang Tian.
"Oh My God!"
"Mr. Taketaku Miyamoto is said to have reached the level of a swordsman master, comparable to the martial arts masters of China!"
Many kendo masters, ninjas, and ruthless members of the Yamaguchi-gumi looked at Takeru Miyamoto with admiration. His strength was far beyond everyone's imagination. He was too powerful.
The bronze tripod flew into the air like a cannonball with a sharp whistling sound, and then hit like a large meteorite.
"Haha, just this little strength! Today, I will let you see the power of the powerful Chinese!"
Jiang Tian smiled lightly and struck the sky with his finger.
laugh!
A sharp finger shot out, and with a bang, the bronze cauldron shattered like paper.
Like a grenade exploding, countless bronze fragments flew in all directions like shrapnel, cutting through the wind and snow.
More than a dozen Japanese people who were watching the battle were suddenly struck, their bodies pierced by fragments, and they fell to the ground like bloody gourds.
"Awesome!"
Chen Jiafu's eyes were shocked and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Jiang Tian like a believer seeing a god, admiring him endlessly.
"Awesome!"
This time, Yuan Ning's views were surprisingly consistent with Chen Jiafu's.
"Jinzhu, your choice this time is correct. Our Tangun lineage can be saved!"
Li Jianxi's face was filled with relief.
"He is a god-like man!" Li Jinzhu's eyes were full of admiration, and his plump chest was rising and falling violently.
Seeing this, Miyamoto Taketaku's sinister eyes flashed with a gleam, his aquiline nose wrinkled, and he said in shock: "This is the release of China's true energy. Are you a martial arts master?"
"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, commit suicide and apologize!"
Jiang Tian's eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking down at ants.
"Hmph! We, the Japanese, uphold the spirit of Bushido, are not afraid of death, and are never afraid of fighting. How can we be like you Chinese people?"
Miyamoto Takeru snorted proudly, kicked off the ground with both feet, and with a body as strong as a dragon, he climbed up steadily, floating directly to more than 20 meters above Jiang Tian, and then slashed him down with a sword.
"Wanren Net!"
As the sword slashed down, there was a suffocation between heaven and earth. Extremely sharp sword lights were connected to each other and formed a network, covering a twenty-meter radius, and slashed towards Jiang Tian.
"Net of Ten Thousand Blades!"
"Too powerful!"
"One blade can cut through gold and iron, let alone ten thousand blades. Even if this kid is made of iron, he will turn into flesh!"
A group of people exclaimed again and again, with shocked eyes. They admired Miyamoto Taketaku to the extreme and thought that Jiang Tian was dead this time.
It can be said that among the many masters guarding Tangun's lineage.
Apart from Ampere Aozora, few people can compare to Takeru Miyamoto when it comes to combat prowess.
"Little tricks! Do your Eastern martial arts only have these rubbish methods?"
Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.
Miyamoto Takeru was so angry that he wanted to jump and curse, but the next moment he couldn't curse, and his face was full of shock.
Jiang Tianxin grabbed hold of the Ten Thousand Blades Net with his bare hands, pulling and flicking it like a rag.
Crack! With a sound, all the edges of the blades shattered and turned into a ball of random aura, exploding one after another.
"This, this, how is this possible!"
Miyamoto Takeru seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes widened, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Each blade of his Ten Thousand Blades Web is extremely sharp and can split open a car.
And with such a large body, this kid can actually tear apart with his bare hands. Is this still a human being?
"If you only have these means, then don't waste any more time, it's over!"
Jiang Tian stepped lightly with his feet, floated into the air, put his hands on his back, and approached Miyamoto Takeru.
"This man is a devil. Don't talk about moral principles. Let's all fight together!" Miyamoto Taketaku shouted violently and took the lead in attacking Jiang Tian.
"He is a monster, let's slay the monster together!"
Many masters of Eastern swordsmanship and ninjutsu, leaping high and low, showing off their unique secret techniques, all attacked Jiang Tian.
"Nine Kills by Ghost Shadow!"
An intermediate ninja, Takeda Nagao, has a mask covering his face, and his aura is as dark as a dormant poisonous snake.
He made finger gestures with both hands and changed continuously. His body shape split into nine figures, with different postures and different moves, and they attacked Jiang Tian from all directions.
Bang!
Jiang Tian didn't dodge at all, and directly punched one of the figures in the chest.
"How did you discover my true identity?"
Takeda spit out blood, flew backwards, fell to the ground sadly, and looked at Jiang Tian in disbelief.
Bang!
Jiang Tian didn't pay attention at all, and stepped down from the sky with a kick, crushing his chest into pulp, and then rose into the air again.
Poor Takeda Nagao died with his eyes open.
Even in the end, it was not clear how Jiang Tian could distinguish his true identity from his clone.
Next, Jiang Tian began to take the initiative to attack, attacking one after another, like a peerless knight who kills people thousands of miles away without leaving a trace, harvesting the lives of many ninjas and kendo masters wantonly.