After Tang Feng finished explaining, he was about to turn around and leave when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the plaque on the door. He immediately jumped up and kicked out with his right foot.
There was an instant bang, and this plaque, which belonged to the Juggernaut Palace and also represented the dignity of the Juggernaut Palace, was kicked to pieces by Tang Feng on the spot.
When Ryuzu and others saw this, they couldn't help but say: "After today, Fuso Sword Master Palace is completely finished. Even if that old man Miyamoto Musashi survives, he no longer poses much of a threat."
The Black Dragon King nodded and looked at Tang Feng and said: "As expected of Master Zu Long Ci. The old Zu Long wanted to destroy the Sword Saint Palace many years ago, but he was worried about the evil spirits hidden in Fusang and dared not act rashly. Now Master Zu Long Ci has not only abolished the
He defeated Miyamoto Musashi and also wiped out that evil spirit, which is truly a miracle."
The rest of the Dragon Team members nodded one after another, and many even said on the spot: "Now that the Sword Saint Palace has been destroyed, Lord Ancestral Dragon Thorn's strength is enough to sweep across the entire world without any rivals. Next, should we move forward to the European countries?
That damn blood alliance was also destroyed?"
"Yes, not only the European Blood Alliance, but also Tianzhu's Xitian Organization will also be destroyed by then. In this way, our Chinese Dragon Group will become a martial arts that truly unifies the entire world."
After all the Dragon Team members finished speaking, they all turned to look at Tang Feng, with excitement on their faces.
Tang Feng really didn't express anything. His face was still calm. He waved his hand and said, "I'll give you five minutes to empty the treasures from the Sword Saint Palace, and then return to China on a starry night."
"It's Master Zulong Ci!" After receiving Tang Feng's order, everyone including Shadow Dragon moved and rushed towards the depths of the Sword Saint Palace.
In less than five minutes, the treasures in the treasure room were already taken out. Tang Feng's eyebrows moved, and three thousand divine fires suddenly surged out of his body and rushed towards the door.
The door caught fire instantly, and the fire grew stronger. Soon the fire spread to the front yard, and soon the entire palace was ablaze.
The flames soared into the sky, and the entire mountain range shone red. Taking advantage of the soaring flames behind them, Tang Feng and others quickly arrived at the coast of Hokkaido, then boarded the Dragon Thorn cruise ship and headed back towards China.
The fire on the mountainside was getting bigger and bigger. Although many modern firefighters rushed to rescue, it was in vain. In the end, they could only watch the Fuso Holy Land Palace being burned into ruins by the fire.
But at this moment, on the top of the mountain, in front of the thatched house, Miyamoto Musashi stood with a stooped figure, as if he was about to die.
Behind him was the Second Holy Son. Apart from this, there was no one else on the vast mountaintop. The evening wind blew, and the entire mountaintop felt indescribably desolate.
The Second Saint Son looked at the soaring fire below, tears streaming down his eyes, and said: "It's over, now our Sword Saint Palace is completely destroyed."
"The Sword Saint Palace has a three-hundred-year foundation and is known as the patron saint of Fusang. Unexpectedly, it would be destroyed like this!"
Although Miyamoto Musashi had his back to him and his body was hunched and embarrassed, he suddenly snorted: "Shut up, how can I, the holy son of the Fuso Sword Master Palace, shed tears easily? Remember, even if I shed the last drop of blood,
, and you must never cry like a girl!"
His words were really fierce, rising into the sky like a sharp sword. It was hard to imagine that this old guy's Xuandan had completely exploded at this moment, but his momentum was still there, and his people hadn't fallen down yet.
The Second Saint Son was shaken all over, and he stopped crying. His tearful eyes suddenly showed a sinister look, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's all the Dragon Thorn boy from China, this damn guy, ruined
We at the Fuso Sword Saint Palace are so ugly that we will definitely tear him into pieces one day!"
Miyamoto Musashi's eyes seemed to be wandering and unreal, but he said in a deep voice: "Yes, that boy must die. Not only did he flatten the Sword Master Palace, but he even destroyed me."
The Second Holy Son couldn't help but ask: "Master, how is your injury now?"
Miyamoto Musashi waved his hand and said: "The injury is not serious, but my teacher's Xuan Dan has been completely destroyed, and I am afraid that my strength will never be restored."
The Second Saint Son gritted his teeth and shouted: "Damn it, Master, now that your strength has been greatly reduced, wouldn't it be even more difficult for us to take revenge?"
"More difficult? That's not necessarily the case!" Miyamoto Musashi suddenly sneered, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed a sinister and playful meaning.
Seeing this, the Second Holy Son quickly asked: "Master, do you think there is anything else you can do?"
Miyamoto Musashi shouted coldly in a deep voice: "The skills practiced by that Dragon Thorn boy are too powerful and weird. We were careless. The clone of Tsukisho summoned by this prayer happened to be restrained by his skills."
"Otherwise, with the strength of Yuezhao's clone, how could that damn boy possibly kill Yuezhao's clone!"
The Second Holy Son nodded and said: "Yes, we are indeed careless on this point."
Miyamoto Musashi hummed: "We in Fuso not only have Tsukisho, but also Amaterasu. The Chinese Dragon Thorn boy's technique is related to fire, which is the most powerful and unique skill. Amaterasu himself is
It’s Zhiyang’s system, so naturally that kid can’t control it.”
The Second Holy Son nodded again and said: "What Master said is absolutely true. If we can pray and communicate with the Great God Yuezhao and ask him to come in avatar, we may be able to kill the Dragon Thorn boy."
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly raised his head and looked towards the coast of Hokkaido. After a long while, he hummed: "In two days, the ancient ruins in the secret seal area, the so-called Tianji Palace seal will be loosened and emerge. Then the Dragon Thorn boy will be born.
, will definitely enter the secret realm."
The Second Saint Son said: "Master, according to your wishes, we have to enter the secret realm this time?"
"That's natural!" Miyamoto Musashi shouted coldly, and then added: "Others may not know, but I do know that because of the weak laws in the secret seal, Amaterasu is summoned. Once the clone comes,
The strength will be greatly enhanced compared to what it was on earth, and that kid will definitely die by then!"
"You must prepare quickly. You must be quick. You must prepare the materials for summoning prayers in the next two days, and then enter the secret realm together. Do you understand?" Miyamoto Musashi ordered.
"Don't worry, Master. This disciple is going to prepare now. This time, he will be stabbed to death by the dragon without a sound of burial!" After the Second Saint Son finished speaking, he immediately moved his body and disappeared into the top of the mountain.
At the same time, the Chinese Dragon Thorn had left the range of Fuso and entered the high seas.
At this moment, all the members of the Dragon Group were celebrating in the cabin, and the atmosphere was very cheerful. It must be said that Fuso and Huaxia have always had constant friction, especially in the last world, where there were frequent wars.
One of the important reasons why Zulong formed the Dragon Group in the first place was to deal with the Fuso Sword Saint Palace. For all the members of the Dragon Group, destroying the Sword Saint Palace has become their long-cherished wish.
Now that the goal has finally been achieved, they are naturally excited.
Tang Feng, however, was not used to such a cheerful and festive atmosphere. He clinked glasses with several important subordinates, then left the cabin and walked onto the deck. Then he sat down cross-legged and condensed three thousand furnaces to refine the true essence.