The thatched hut on the top of the mountain was very small, and it seemed as if it would collapse at any time in the wind and rain.
And just when Tang Feng pushed back the left holy envoy of the Sword Saint Palace and flew over, the door of this thatched hut that had been closed all year round was suddenly opened, and then an old man wearing linen clothes with white beard and hair slowly walked out
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It was already winter, but this old man was only wearing a thin linen gown, and his whole body seemed to be frail and skinny.
However, his two eyes seemed brighter than the distant North Pole stars in the dark night.
Behind the old man, another man who looked to be in his thirties bowed and walked out.
The middle-aged man did not speak, and he was full of sharpness. Anyone who saw him immediately felt as if he was a sword, a sword that had been unsheathed, as if he was going to kill people at any time.
The old man walked out of the hut and stood on the top of the mountain, letting the cold wind and rain hit him. He just stood, looking down at the direction of the Sword Saint Palace, and said in a long voice: "I can't believe that someone dares to break into the Sword Saint Palace!
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The middle-aged man behind him said: "What is even more unexpected is that the person who broke into the Sword Saint Palace is actually a Chinese person!"
The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and looked at the pouring rain. He didn't seem to see Tang Feng who was still running wildly. He just said: "Chinese Dragon Group, could this trespassing person be the first young member of the Chinese Dragon Group, the Flying Dragon User?"
It turns out that this old man is none other than Miyamoto Musashi, the master of the Sword Master Palace, the patron saint of Fuso, and holds the title of Sword Master worldwide.
At this moment, he didn't have a sword in his hand. He just stood with his hands behind his back and glanced slightly sideways. His two bright eyes seemed to see through the distant void and suddenly stared at Tang Feng who was running away.
At this moment, Tang Feng trembled all over, feeling as if he was being targeted by something. Even his own breath had been locked.
"No, the Great Master Tongtian has targeted him. I think this must be that old monster from Miyamoto Musashi!" Tang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but move forward. He ran forward as fast as he could and rushed towards the coast.
Miyamoto Musashi still didn't move, just watching coldly, as if he had no intention of taking action.
The middle-aged man behind him said: "Master, please allow me to take action. Regardless of whether this person is the Flying Dragon Envoy of the Chinese Dragon Group, he dares to break into our Sword Saint Palace without permission and ruin the supreme reputation of the Sword Saint Palace.
His head must be hung in front of the palace gate and washed with his blood."
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "You can't take action!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but said: "Why, is Master afraid that I will not be this person's opponent?"
Miyamoto Musashi said: "Among the three great saints, you have the best talent and the most promising disciple to inherit my swordsmanship. That's why my master allows you to practice hard in this hut on the top of Shanshan Mountain all year round."
It turns out that this middle-aged man is the second holy son of the Sword Master Palace, named Watanabe Yumefei.
Watanabe Mengfei immediately said: "After three years of hard training, this disciple has understood the master's swordsmanship to 70%, and I am absolutely confident to kill this son!"
Miyamoto Musashi said in a deep voice: "It's not time to take action yet. You are too sharp and violent, and are not in line with my swordsmanship. You still need to hide your sword and sharpen it in this thatched cottage for three years!"
"Three years of hard training. There is an old saying in China: if you don't fly for three years, you will soar to the sky!"
As he spoke, Tang Feng, who was far away, finally ran all the way and flew to the coast. The two of them jumped off and boarded a speedboat that had been prepared.
Watanabe Mengfei couldn't help but said: "Master, since you don't let me take action, then you, old man, take action, otherwise this kid will probably escape. I just sent a secret message to report that this kid is not the Flying Dragon Envoy of the Chinese Dragon Group."
, but the Dragon Thorn user who has been in the limelight recently!"
"Chinese Dragon Group Dragon Thorn User?"
Miyamoto Musashi didn't seem to be in any hurry, his eyes were focused, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Since you are a junior, I, Miyamoto Musashi, and your Dragon Team Ancestor Ryu are contemporaries. According to my status, I shouldn't have taken action against you.
, but you broke into my Sword Saint Palace at night and killed the disciples of my Sword Saint Palace!"
"If you can survive one of my attacks, I won't do it again!"
Although thousands of miles apart, Tang Feng on the coast heard it as if it suddenly exploded in his ears, like thunder on the ground. From this, we can imagine the power and terror of Miyamoto Musashi.
Watanabe Mengfei immediately held up the sword with both hands, bowed and said: "Master, please take the sword."
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly laughed loudly, and his voice reached Tang Feng's ears like thunder: "I, the Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi, was defeated at the top of Mount Songshan in China fifty years ago. Since then, I have been in seclusion in this thatched house for five years.
After ten years of hard training, I have passed through three realms of swordsmanship. One is that there is no sword in the hand, the other is that there is a sword in the heart, and the third that everything can be a sword!"
"Take my move!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Xuan Dan in his body suddenly rotated at an extremely fast speed, and then he raised his hand and swung his hand. In an instant, like a rainbow penetrating the sky or a meteor in the sky, it immediately shattered the void and came from thousands of miles away.
At this moment, Tang Feng's hair stood up and his pupils suddenly widened. He saw a terrifying sword light thousands of miles away, shooting towards him.
"Danger!" Tang Feng roared fiercely and jumped overseas. However, what shocked him was that no matter how he ran, the sword energy had already locked him tightly.
The sword energy spread thousands of miles across, shattering the void, and even the air was torn apart by this extremely powerful and terrifying sword energy, making a shrill and harsh sound.
"This is a blow from the Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi, a powerful blow from the King of Martial Arts!" Tang Feng's pupils shrank sharply, and his body suddenly stopped, standing on the mast of a large ship.
He did not run away anymore. When the King of Martial Arts took action, he had no way to escape, because this terrifying sword energy had already locked his aura firmly.
It must be said that this is the most terrifying, dangerous, and fatal blow that Tang Feng has encountered so far.
"Since we can no longer escape, we have no choice but to fight hard!" Tang Feng gritted his teeth, and the blood in his eight meridians suddenly boiled, and all the more than two hundred divine kingdoms in his body lit up.
"Golden Dragon Fist!" Tang Feng yelled, and in one breath, he hit ninety-nine and eighty-one golden dragon fists!
Eighty-one golden dragon fists surged and intertwined, like roaring huge waves, breaking through the sky and rushing towards the rainbow-like sword light.
There was an exchange of fists and swords, but what shocked Tang Feng was that as soon as his Golden Dragon Fist rushed forward, it was like paper and was chopped into pieces by the sword light.
In front of this sword that penetrated the sky with a rainbow that illuminated most of the sky, his Sword Dragon Fist was chopped into pieces like tofu and was vulnerable to a single blow.
A powerful blow from the Martial King Realm is really terrifying!
Tang Feng took a breath of cold air, connected his hands with seals again and roared: "Three thousand divine kingdoms, burn!"
Now that he was undoubtedly at a critical moment of life and death, he could no longer hold anything back.
