Amidst the sword light in the sky, Chen Xuan looked indifferent, staring at a faint blue shadow behind Tohsaka Ming with his eyes like lightning.
The next moment, the sword light dissipated, and Tohsaka Ming's sword seemed to have only cut into the air, and it was as if the sword had never been drawn.
Chen Xuan shattered Tohsaka Ming's sword with a single thought, but none of the masters of the Tosaka family noticed it. Only Takeo Tosaka's expression suddenly changed.
"This is the so-called heroic spirit?"
Chen Xuan looked at the shadow of the warrior in the air behind Tohsaka Ming and asked lightly.
"Can you see Sasaki-sama's heroic spirit?"
Tohsaka Ming was stunned.
Tohsaka Takeo's eyes darkened: "As expected of the Evil Emperor, the number one master in the Chinese spiritual world. Since I can see Lord Sasaki's heroic spirit, I will tell you the truth. Tohsaka Ming is actually a pure-blooded descendant of Lord Sasaki, so he
You can obtain the power of Lord Sasaki's heroic spirit through the ritual of worshiping the heroic spirits! Chen Xuan, you must also contain the blood of ancient Chinese immortal cultivators, so the head of the family asked Linying to trick you into coming to Japan. When the time comes, the head of the family will use your
Blood creates a new powerful heroic spirit, and Linying is the one who inherits the power of the heroic spirit in your bloodline."
"No, my lord, I don't want to inherit the power of such a heroic spirit!"
Linying didn't expect Tohsaka Takeo really wanted to kill Chen Xuan, and she felt very guilty towards Chen Xuan at this moment.
But Chen Xuan's lips evoked a sneer. He didn't know that the so-called Sasaki was a kendo master as famous as Miyamoto Musashi in the Edo period of Japan. The heroic aura that Tohsaka Ming just burst out was only equivalent to a golden elixir.
The period was perfect, so he didn't take it seriously at all.
"Linying, your physique is better than Ming. It would be best for you to inherit the power of the heroic spirit in Chen Xuan's bloodline. This is your destiny to be born in the Tohsaka family, and you can't refuse!"
After Tohsaka Takeo said this, he ordered Tohsaka Ming: "Do it, Ming!"
"yes!"
Tohsaka Ming drew his sword again, and the power of the heroic spirits merged into the sword, which had the power to split mountains and seas! However, Chen Xuan only flicked a single finger, and the overwhelming icy sword light dissipated again, and there was the sound of the blade breaking.
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With a pop, Tohsaka Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and watched as the Sasaki sword in his hand broke into countless pieces. His self-confidence also shattered to the ground.
Tohsaka Takeo looked shocked and angry.
Tohsaka Ming, who gained the power of the Heroic Spirit, ranks first among the younger generation of the Tohsaka family in terms of strength, only below him as the head of the family.
He was vulnerable to Chen Xuan! Could it be that Chen Xuan has entered the legendary Nascent Soul stage?
Thinking of this Chinese term, Tohsaka Takeo realized that he had underestimated Chen Xuan. He ordered his daughter and two other young masters from the family to activate the power of heroic spirits and slash at Chen Xuan with their swords! "Humph, you are not overestimating your own capabilities."
Chen Xuan shook his head slightly, without moving a finger. With his momentum alone, the three figures fell out of the courtyard and turned into three dead bodies.
"No!"
Tohsaka Takeo saw his daughter being killed instantly by Chen Xuan, his eyes suddenly opened, and the overwhelming anger on his face turned into a look of deep hatred! "Evil Emperor Chen Xuan, it was you who forced the head of our family to sacrifice the famous sword worn by Miyamoto Musashi.
of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a rusty ancient samurai sword appeared in Tohsaka Takeo's hand. The samurai sword contained a powerful force.
When Chen Xuan saw this ancient samurai sword that resembled a cultural relic, he couldn't help but think of the weapons and cultural relics stolen by two thieves from the Beijing Museum.
What surprised him slightly was that after Tohsaka Takeo used this ancient samurai sword, his aura soared from a mortal to the Nascent Soul stage level! This span of strength improvement is not ordinary. Is the power of heroic spirits really so magical?
"Two days of first-class slashing!"
Tohsaka Takeo looks like an evil ghost, holding an ancient samurai sword and turning into a ghost to slash at Chen Xuan.
As a result, everyone in the living room was stunned.
Tohsaka Takeo's invincible power collapsed instantly, and Chen Xuan only used two fingers to pinch off the ancient samurai sword.
Immediately, Tohsaka Takeo was thrown away by an invisible force, fell to the wall and fell down again, becoming dying.
"No, it's impossible..." Tohsaka Takeo's belief collapsed, and he looked at the god-like man in front of him with a look of horror and horror, "Evil Emperor, what is the bloodline of an ancient Chinese immortal cultivator flowing in your body...
…” “Now can you tell me how your family obtained the power of heroic spirits?”
Chen Xuan squatted down and looked at Takeo Tohsaka, whose face was covered in blood.
"God, shrine..." Tohsaka Takeo replied with chattering teeth, "Washnomiya Shrine, our old head of the Tohsaka family lives there in seclusion. The power of heroic spirits of Ming and I were given by the old head of the family..." Chen
Xuan stood up with an indifferent expression. Wherever his spiritual thoughts went, numerous masters of the Tohsaka family were killed and injured, leaving only Takeo Tosaka alive.
Soon, Chen Xuan and Linying were walking on the mountain path leading to Washimiya Shrine, holding the half-dead Takeo Tohsaka in one hand.
The nine young Chinese tourists happened to appear in front of us again.
"What?
Washimiya Shrine is actually blocked?
We finally took a trip to Japan, but we couldn’t get into Washumiya Shrine. Wouldn’t it be a waste of time?”
The four girls complained repeatedly.
Lin Jiaming immediately showed a steady side: "The entire Saitama County, including Washumiya Shrine, is controlled by the Tosaka family, a hidden family in Japan. I happen to know a friend from a subordinate family of the Tosaka family. Let's make a call.
Just let him be accommodating."
"Young Master Lin is so awesome, he actually has connections with Japan!"
The other four boys flattered him one after another.
Just as Lin Jiaming was about to make a call, dozens of Japanese strong men in black who were guarding him from above suddenly ran down in unison, scaring him so much that he almost dropped his cell phone.
But the target of these strong men in black was obviously not them, but the man and woman climbing up the steps below.
"idiot!"
"Hurry up and put down our master!"
After recognizing that what Chen Xuan was holding was the head of the Tohsaka family, dozens of strong men in black shouted angrily and took out a black pistol with a cold metallic light.
The nine young Chinese people were dumbfounded.
Isn't this the super handsome guy they met on the street?
Why are you holding a person covered in blood in your hand?
Suddenly, the four girls remembered Chen Xuan and the names they applied for.
Thinking back to the word "head of the family", could it be that this super handsome guy is really the evil emperor Chen Xuan, and he is here to cause trouble for the Tosaka family, a hidden family in Japan?
Lin Jiaming's face was stiff. He suddenly looked forward to seeing dozens of strong men in black shoot holes all over Chen Xuan's body.
But when Chen Xuan ignored these strong men in black and still walked up step by step, someone finally opened fire! Countless bullets accurately avoided Takeo Tosaka and fired at Chen Xuan.
But when these bullets were fired half a meter in front of Chen Xuan, they all stopped in the air, as if they were isolated by an invisible barrier.
The next moment, dozens of strong men in black were smashed into pieces with their flesh and blood flying, and no one survived.
Lin Jiaming and nine other young people were shocked beyond measure by this scene.
In the mysterious and dark shrine at the top of the mountain road, a breathtaking old man's voice came out: "Since the immortal Zhang Sanfeng, I haven't seen such a profound practitioner in China for hundreds of years..."
