"No more, no more." Zhao Fan chuckled. Now he has no worries at all. Even if he succeeds in catching a sword and cannot change the situation of being killed, a Japanese sword master will be buried with him.
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To say the least, Chen Chun'er and Su Xi's lives would be guaranteed if they were killed by the opponent's sword. If Takayuki Okita, the most forbearing person, attacked them, Chen Chun'er's strength would also lead Su Xi away with him.
Miyamoto Mamoru had no idea that the oath he had sworn had been sent into the custody of heaven through magic without anyone noticing, and had turned into a curse. If he violated it, he would die in China, which is a place for him.
A foreign country.
The Sword Master is certainly powerful, but can he be so powerful that he can compete with the way of heaven?
"Give me a minute to prepare." Zhao Fan turned around without looking back, and did not care whether Miyamoto Mamoru agreed or not, because Japanese swordsmen have a fine tradition and disdain to attack from behind. Anyone who violates this rule
Anything you do will become a lifelong shame that can never be washed away.
He whispered to Chen Chun'er: "Take Su Xi further away. If I can't escape this disaster today, I will leave with her immediately. There is a ninja in the dark who is as powerful as Wu Zun at the peak, so it should be okay to be careful."
"Brother Fan..." Chen Chun'er was at a loss, her eyes flashing with mist.
She took Li Sanjiao's name and knew how deep the heritage of the Great Creation lineage was. However, the senior brother in front of her, who had been her "father" for a while, was a genius, but now he was only able to form pills.
In the later stage, there is a big gap between the sword master and the sword master who has the power to kill across the border!
How could you take that sword without dying?
"Don't worry about me." Zhao Fan said seriously: "If I end up here, go back and apologize to my uncle for me, saying that I failed to live up to his expectations. As for Qianqian, just hide it from her.
It is said that I have been blessed by heaven-defying fortune and have gone to a far away place, and it may take a long time for me to return home."
Su Xi blamed himself and said: "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for inviting you to the ancient ruins..."
"It has nothing to do with you." Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled: "No matter where I am today, they will come looking for me."
"One minute's up."
Miyamoto Mamoru urged.
"Then let's do this for now." Zhao Fan looked at them deeply, then resolutely turned around to face the Japanese sword master.
At the same time, Chen Chun'er pulled Su Xi and carefully backed away thirty meters. They looked here with fear.
"Can we start now?" Miyamoto Mamoru asked.
Zhao Fan raised his hand, inserted it into his arms, and then took it out again and said: "Come on, let me see how powerful the sword master is today!"
"I only know two moves." Miyamoto Mamoru's eyes gently wandered back and forth between the two long knives in his hands, and he said as if looking at his lover: "One move is 'Iai Slash', and the other move is
The ancestors created the 'Two Heavens First Class', I give you the right to choose, which move do you want to take?"
"Oh, that's good. With this alone, you have surpassed Miyamoto Musashi-senpai." Zhao Fan joked lightly, but secretly complained in his heart as if he had eaten yellow lotus.
The two moves mentioned by Miyamoto Mamoru are both recorded in "The Secret Record of the Heavenly Master".
Iai Slash, also known as "The Way of Drawing the Sword", is somewhat similar to the hidden sword technique in Chinese swordsmanship. It draws the sword instantly and kills the enemy with one blow to the extreme. Often the target has not reacted or even seen how to draw the sword.
It’s getting cold...
The second-tier swordsmanship is a unique sword skill created by Miyamoto Musashi when he returned to Japan after suffering a defeat in China when he was nearly fifty years old. He holds two large and small swords in his hands separately, but the sword power is combined into one, and the power reaches one plus.
The effect of one is greater than two.
After listening to the other party's words, Miyamoto Mamoru said refreshedly: "I will leave you a whole body, so make your choice quickly."
Miyamoto Musashi said that whoever takes one sword will not use the second sword.
And as a descendant, he allows people to choose the sword moves they want to take on this basis. In a sense, the skill is indeed better than the skill.
At this time, Zhao Fan raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that quietly appeared on his face, and said word by word: "I choose to be first-class in two days."
In terms of power, Ertian is first-rate, far superior to Iihe Slash.
However, the Iai Slash performed by a sword master will be so fast that he can't even beat a horse. It is impossible to defend against it, let alone how to carry it.
"Are you sure it's first class in two days?"
Miyamoto Mamoru was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect it to be like this at all. Then, when he looked at the Chinese young man in his eyes, his disdain disappeared and was replaced by respect: "Zhao Fanjun, I admire you very much. Dare you
Choose my strongest move, and you will die with dignity. If you are Japanese, maybe... we will have a drink and talk at the same table."
After this, all the prejudices he had against Jiangzhou Wuzun were thrown out of the window. Because a weak opponent has shown a will that is not inferior to that of a strong one, he deserves respect.
And this respect does not distinguish between countries.
Zhao Fan smiled faintly and said: "If you were Chinese, maybe... I would treat you to the spiciest wine and the most fragrant meat."
"Unfortunately, you are not." Miyamoto Mamoru said.
"Unfortunately neither are you."
Zhao Fan waved to the front and said, "Come on."
"Remember, the killing knives are the 'Fenghong' and 'Shadow Boat' among the six supreme sharp knives!"
As Miyamoto Mamoru's words fell, in an instant, the aura on his body rose up like a dead body, and the two long knives in his hands twisted the void, as if the heaven and earth were about to split, making the moonlight dim.
It's eclipsed.
The maple red surged into a sword as red as blood.
The shadow boat, on the other hand, exudes black mist.
The next moment, the two sword movements merged into one place, converging into a knife-shaped black and red sword, covering Miyamoto Mamoru's whole body and the maple red and shadow boats in his hands!
“First class in two days!”
With an unstoppable momentum, he rushed towards Zhao Fan and waved the two swords in his hands at him!
But what really came to kill was the black and red sword that merged into one...
With this sword, Miyamoto Mamoru has used the ultimate power of his early sword master!
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.
For a swordsman, even if the opponent is weak, if he does not go all out, it is like an insult to the sword.
Zhao Fan looked at the menacing Miyamoto Mamoru and the big sword that condensed different sword powers, as if he was in a whirlpool that could destroy the world and destroy the earth. Even his state of mind could not help but feel a little sluggish.
"This must be the sword master's full blow, he really looks up to me..." The dullness in Zhao Fan's eyes dissipated in an instant, replaced by calmness.
He has already cast "Unmoving as a Mountain" on his clothes.
This is made of the power of Longyang in the later stage of pill formation, and can withstand a blow from the early stage of martial saint without being broken.
In addition, Zhao Fan had another preparation, which was the brief touch of his hand in his arms just now...
Miyamoto Mamoru's second-class performance, when it came, the cement on the highway shattered like popcorn, shaking in all directions, like a crop field invaded by a blind bear, leaving no trace of skin and skin!
The air was also squeezing and rolling like crazy. This space seemed to be almost vacuumed, and even the slightest cracks appeared in the void.
The power of the holy realm!
If you are extremely strong, you can create a new world!
However, the power of Miyamoto Mamoru's sword is only equivalent to that of the mid-level martial sage. Although there are signs of this, it is still far from shattering the world.
Zhao Fan stood there, he was so suppressed that he could hardly breathe. It was as difficult to move as a fragile boat trying to swim upstream in the turbulent current. He thought to himself: "Success or failure depends on this one move.
If I survive the catastrophe today, I will come to you with a thank you gift tomorrow..."
The next moment.
The black and red sword, whose sword power was concentrated, struck down at him.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, condensed all the power of Dragon Yang in his dantian and transformed it into his own kinetic energy, causing his whole body to puff up his chest and jump up in the mighty power.
Normally, this leap would have been like flying into the sky. It is no exaggeration.
At this moment, it is only ten centimeters above the ground, which is the limit...
However, Zhao Fan felt that it was completely enough. The reason why he did this was because he wanted to adjust the angle so that his chest could bear Miyamoto Mamoru's second-class performance!
"die!"
The two swords held by Miyamoto Mamoru fell to both sides, and at the same time, the black-red sword, which contained the power of the mid-level martial saint, struck the chest of the peerless evildoer in his eyes as if it was locked...