Chapter 428 The Sword of Transforming God Slashes the World, and the Old Sword God Exits
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Waiting until late at night, all the guests dispersed drunkenly.
At this time, an old and hoarse voice came out: "Come in!"
"Grandpa, the new Sakura Club president Misa Sasaki is here to visit you!"
Miyamoto Shinzo slowly stood up, led Sasaki Misa through the knotted door curtain, and walked in.
Sasaki Haisa saw an old man carefully wiping the table with a rag, and the charcoal fire of the square open stove was still burning.
In the izakaya, melodious music with Oriental characteristics also floats, with slow rhythm and clear notes, just like the refreshing Oriental sake.
"Want a drink?"
The old man asked with a kind smile.
He is extremely old, with goose-skinned skin and a crane-like head, almost all his hair is gone, his old eyes are dim, his body is thin, his black kimono looks very wide, his left hand is wiping the table, and his right hand is hammering his stooped waist.
"Don't dare bother the Sword God!" Sasaki Haisa bowed and lowered his eyes, secretly feeling a little disappointed.
According to legend, the Sword God is over a hundred years old, and his health is indeed very poor now. With this kind of constitution, it is difficult to open an izakaya, and he should enter a nursing home. Can he still kill Jiang Taichu?
"Are you that little girl from the Sasaki family? The last time we met was probably twenty years ago, right?"
Miyamoto Genichi wiped the table clean in a hurry, and said nonchalantly: "You were only twelve years old at that time. In the blink of an eye, you are already so old! Time is really terrible!"
"Thanks to Lord Sword God..."
Seeing that Miyamoto Genichi had finally finished wiping the table and dropped the rag, Misaki Sasaki quickly brought a chair over.
Miyamoto Genichi brought a few cuttlefish balls pierced with bamboo sticks, sat down panting, poured himself a glass of soju, ate the cuttlefish balls, sipped the soju and sighed:
"The happiest period of my life was not when I was running rampant in the martial arts world... At that time, I killed too many people and my heart never felt peaceful. Before the challenge, I was very anxious and afraid. But after winning, I felt
I feel so empty and lost. Life is like a pendulum of boredom, swinging back and forth between these emotions!"
He sipped a glass of sake happily and said with a hearty smile: "The happiest period is now, in my old age. I cook Japanese food every day, watch the guests finish eating, admire the delicious food, and I can still talk to them.
Chatting... I heard that there is a financial crisis outside right now? Is it coming from the United States?" He stretched his head and asked curiously.
"Uh, yes..." Sasaki Haisa smiled stiffly. Has he forgotten the way of the sword?
"Those office workers complain every day! Many of them have become herbivores! They even claim to be Heisei waste..." The old man shook his head and smiled, giving people a feeling of looking down on the world.
"Yes, today's young people in Japan..." Sasaki Haisa didn't know how to respond.
As a descendant of the Sasaki family, she controls most of the underground world of Honshu Island. She is like a high-ranking empress who does not want to live in the world. She has always been indifferent to these things.
"And the happiest time for me every day is right now!"
Miyamoto Genichi poured the sake into his mouth again from a delicate small porcelain cup, smacked his lips with a kind and satisfied look on his face, and said with a smile:
"After seeing off the guests every day, I feel a little tired and satisfied. I eat the cuttlefish balls I made and sip the sake. I feel calm and contented!"
Misa Sasaki glanced at the packaging of the sake.
"Songs, Bamboos and Plum Blossoms".
She knew that this was produced by Takara Shuzo Co., Ltd., and a bottle only cost a few hundred yen. It was a favorite brand among ordinary people and was used as a daily accompaniment to meals.
"Lord Sword God, I have something important to ask you!" Sasaki Haisa bowed slightly and said respectfully.
"Sasaki Misa, don't be formal, there is no old swordsman here, only the Miyamoto family's chef!"
Miyamoto Yuan waved his hand for her to sit down and smiled kindly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me!"
"A master of martial arts and martial arts has emerged from China. He is known as the first martial arts master, and he may have entered the divine realm now." Sasaki Haisa said with difficulty without sitting down.
"Oh? Stepping into the realm of gods? Is it...Ye Zhantian, the leader of the dragon group?"
Obviously, Miyamoto Yuan knows the Chinese martial arts world very well.
"No, it's a young man named Jiang Taichu, who looks less than twenty-five years old. He was also ranked third on the strong list before!" Haisa Sasaki frowned.
"Strong list? The list released by the CIA? Haha, their knowledge of martial arts is superficial and sometimes very inaccurate."
The old man waved his hand first, then his face gradually became serious, and he said slowly: "However, being able to step into the divine realm at the age of twenty-five is indeed a genius! In the secular world, there has been no one in the past hundred years! Perhaps the hidden people of China
There will probably be a few in the door and the Dark Parliament in the west..."
"No, this person is not a member of the hidden sect, but an out-and-out secular figure."
Sasaki Haisa said in a deep voice:
"But this person is so powerful. He has killed Lin Zhenyu, the top master in the big circle, Wang Zhongyan of the Sin Chau Chinese Association, and Qiao Bin of the Russian Winter Soldier Organization!"
"It's really impressive for a secular person to have such fighting power!"
Miyamoto Yuan was moved by this, and there was a glint in his eyes: "You sometimes underestimate the country of China. The world of Chinese cultivation is unfathomable, and there are so many strong people, it is beyond your imagination. Whether it is Ye Tian
No matter whether they are human beings or those old living fossil monsters in the Hidden Sect, they are all difficult to deal with!"
He seemed to have returned to the distant past, and said sincerely: "When I resigned as the president of the Sakura Club, I reminded Momoi and the others not to provoke Hua Xia unless necessary."
He paused and suddenly asked: "Which secular martial arts family does he belong to?"
"It's the Jiang family in Jinling."
"The Jinling Jiang family? Is this the family that is said to have the remaining map of the Immortal Ruins?"
Gong Yuanyuan looked shocked, frowned, and murmured to himself: "Has he ever been to the Immortal Ruins, or is he from that world?"
"What is the remains of the Immortal Ruins?" Haisa Sasaki asked curiously.
"You don't have to worry about this."
As soon as Miyamoto came to his senses, he smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Keep talking!"
"A month ago, in South Korea, he killed many masters including Nonomiya Shrine stationed in Tangu Shrine, Ape Aozora, Miyamoto Taketaku, and Yagyu Shinyu."
Sasaki Misa said with a bitter look on his face: "Then he killed Hattori Hanzo and your nephew Miyamoto Nagagaki on the Daito Asia. Then yesterday he set foot in the East and killed the great priest Abe on the Fukuoka pier..."
"Today, he killed Sword Master Momoi Eitaro, Kamo Kumon and six shikigami... Nonomiya Shrine has been destroyed! Kamo Kumon was captured alive!"
"What?"
It was only at this moment that Miyamoto Genichi's expression changed drastically.
Boom! With a sound, he stood up, a violent breath pushed in all directions, and the stone bricks under his feet instantly shattered.
Boom! With a sound, the surrounding dining tables, tables and chairs turned into powder, and even the iron square stove shattered in an instant.
As soon as he stood up, it was like a majestic and precipitous mountain peak rising up. His momentum was overwhelming and gave people the feeling of a mountain standing tall.
Centered on his feet, cracks a few centimeters wide suddenly appeared on the ground, spreading out like spider webs and winding directly to the asphalt road dozens of meters away, which was shocking.
Under Miyamoto Genichi's overwhelming pressure, Sasaki Misa's sternum was suppressed so much that it made a rattling sound. It was difficult to breathe, as if his chest was about to collapse in the next moment.
"Lord Sword God, please calm down..."
She fell to her knees and looked at Miyamoto Genichi in horror.
The power of the old sword god was so terrifying.
As for Miyamoto Shinzo, he was directly suppressed by this momentum and fell out. He fell to the ground with a thud and almost passed out.
"Nonomiya Shrine is one of the largest shrines in the East. Kamo cloud pattern is the chief priest of the Jinkoku Shrine that symbolizes the spirit of the Yamato nation. Nonomiya Shrine was destroyed, and the six shikigami of the two shrines fell. This is very important to us in the East.
It’s a great shame and humiliation!”
Miyamoto Yuan had an angry look on his face, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and the sharp light shot out like lightning.
The originally rickety waist became as straight as a sword, and a huge fighting spirit rose up in him.
He exuded a majestic demeanor and said with overwhelming fighting spirit: "We have always been the only ones from the East to invade China. When did Chinese warriors dare to invade the East? Killing my strong men and destroying my shrine is unbearable!"
"Lord Sword God, we in the Eastern martial arts world are indeed at the point of life and death. Please make sure to take action to suppress this beast!"
Sasaki Misa was in high spirits. The strength of the old sword god was so strong that even ten Momoi Eitarō could not defeat him.
"Hahaha! Maybe when Zeus and Ye Tianren come in person, I still need to stay out of the way. But other than these few people, what should I be afraid of?"
When Miyamoto Yuan heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. The sound waves rushed out like rolling thunder, causing severe pain in the eardrums.
Being bombarded by sound waves, several cars parked on the side of the road flew into the air on four wheels, moved a few meters away, and then landed with a crash. The windows of the cars shattered and the sirens wailed like ghosts and wolves, spreading far and wide in the dark night.
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Sasaki Haisa suddenly saw an extraordinary figure suddenly appear out of thin air in front of Miyamoto Yuan.
He was dressed in a white kendo uniform, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He was two meters tall and as handsome as a god. At first, he was still shadowy, and finally he was completely solid, like a real person. He looked the same as Miyamoto Gen.
Their facial features are somewhat familiar.
"This is……"
Sasaki Haisa suddenly thought of a legend in the martial arts world, and his body suddenly shook, and he was horrified.
"Refining gods in the divine realm, majoring in spiritual power. And the symbol of the true divine realm is the incarnation of God!"
Miyamoto Yuan smiled proudly and said:
"You, Jiang Taichu, are of unparalleled magnificence, and you have unparalleled magical powers. You are the same as the origin of my palace, but you can do it with just one sword!"
His gray eyebrows twitched, and he shouted in a low voice: "The sword of transformation into gods! It can cut down the world!"
Before he finished speaking, the incarnation of the divine soul suddenly turned into a sword light several feet long and slashed out wildly.