The first thousand two hundred and seventy-five chapters God forbearance Miyamoto
Whoosh——
The cold light of Muramasa's sword flashed, drawing a crescent-shaped arc of light in mid-air. The bright sun was shining high in the sky, and the cold moon and red sun contrasted with each other. Tang Guobin's eyes were like lightning, and he locked the old man opposite him, but the blade of the sword was shining behind him.
Young man neck wiped.
The old man didn't seem to care about life or death holding the sword at all. He raised his left shoulder and poked out a skinny palm from the cuff of his kimono. His five well-jointed fingers pinched slightly, and a tricky hand with a crane's mouth reached for Tang Guobin's Adam's apple. If
If he didn't put away his sword and retreat, he would inevitably be hit by the old man's mouth while killing the man holding the sword.
A long sword strikes east and west, and a cunning hand surrounds Wei and rescues Zhao. The two of them used something beyond fighting when they first met. This is experience and strategy. A truly mature warrior will know the art of war, strategy, wisdom, and even how to behave in the world.
Tao is integrated into pure fighting skills. This is the real way to win.
The old man's tricky hand with a heavy mouth is not as powerful or as long as the Muramasa Demon Sword, but its speed is several times faster than the Demon Sword. Because Tang Guobin who rushed forward is opposite him, using the palm of his hand is the most direct and effective weapon. On the other hand, Tang Guobin is the most direct and effective weapon.
Shao Shao's thunderous sword hit the enemy.
Tang Guobin came to the island country and never lost in a hundred battles. He had a feeling of overestimation towards the warriors of the island country. These gangs of swordsmen were all weak and empty-handed, and this old man was no exception. With this kind of preconception
Emotionally, he didn't care about the old man's crane-billed hand aimed at his throat. The protective aura covered his whole body, and the demon knife under his hand kept its trajectory and slashed towards the person holding the knife.
puff!
The crane's beak clicked on the protective aura and made a muffled sound like a beating leather. Although it did not break the protective aura on the spot, it produced an extremely strong thrust, which revived Young Master Tang's forward momentum.
The brakes came to a stop, and the crescent sword flashed, choking! It was not the sound of skin and bones being cut, but a crisp sound of gold and iron.
The long knife in the arm of the knife holder seemed to spring up. The tip of the knife was still in the sheath, but the blade was pulled out. The edge-less part just met the crescent sword light, and it was blocked by force. However, under his feet
He was also rushed back two steps by the force of the impact, gritted his teeth, took a lunge, stretched out his hand and handed forward the long knife that was mostly unsheathed. The old man seemed to have eyes on his back, and a buckle came out from under his ribs with his right palm.
Holding the handle of the knife, he moved the beak of his left palm forward in an attempt to break through the opponent's protective aura, but Young Master Tang had already put away the knife and stepped back five feet, his eyes resting on the long knife in the old man's hand.
"Thunder Cutting Knife, do you know if it's real or fake?" Tang Guobin looked at this long knife with lightning patterns carved all over, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. He didn't suffer much from the encounter just now, it was just a slight mistake.
Click downwind.
The old man held the handle of the knife with both hands, pointed the blade at the middle of Tang Guobin's brow bone, and said in a low voice: "The name of the knife is Raikiri. Let's test it with Muramasa." From the appearance of the old man, the loess was buried up to his neck.
He was very angry when he spoke.
Tang Guobin pushed the spine of the Muramasa sword back to his shoulder with his backhand, tilted his head to look at the old man in front of him, and curled his lips and said: "I have heard of the reputation of the Raikiri sword. It was a fool named Tachibana Doyuki who used the sword as a lightning rod.
As a result, he was struck by lightning and was half charred on the outside and tender on the inside. He pretended to be thirteen and said that he would kill the God of Thunder with a knife. I guess he was talking about this prop that was used to pretend to be thirteen, right?"
The famous thunder-cutting sword became a prop for pretending to be thirteen in Young Master Tang's mouth. Although the old man could not understand those connotative words such as silly sticks and hammers, he generally understood several layers of it from words such as lightning rod and props.
Meaning, coupled with the lively expression on Mr. Tang's face, it is not difficult to guess that he despises the famous Lei Qie sword.
The old man did not show any angry expression on his face. He just tilted the tip of the knife slightly and pointed at the center of Tang Guobin's eyebrows, as if he was splitting his head in half at a slow speed. If they were not far apart, just this action
It can make people feel an invisible pressure.
However, Tang Guobin didn't pay attention to his movement of raising the sword. He raised the Muramasa sword in his hand casually and made a sword, and said jokingly: "Old man, stop pretending to be thirteen and sign up quickly. I will use it today."
Cut off your head with the Muramasa sword."
In fact, Young Master Tang could feel that the old man opposite him was the first real master he had met in the island country. He was playing psychological warfare with him, using the blade of his blade to point at the opponent's vital points, and then making some killing movements in conjunction with his momentum, which often resulted in a successful attack.
It makes people upset, and they will be at a disadvantage when they are really facing the enemy.
This move is somewhat similar to the move Miyamoto Musashi used when he dueled Sasaki Kojiro here hundreds of years ago. He first made the opponent wait for several hours and was upset, and then accused the opponent of throwing away the scabbard, taking advantage of the opponent's confusion.
He was distracted and killed with a water-soaked wooden knife. It may sound despicable, but a life-and-death duel doesn't care about the process or method. As long as you can kill your opponent and survive, you will be victorious.
The thunder knife in the old man's hand pointed at the center of Young Master Tang's eyebrows, deliberately aiming at the position where his eyes were focused, and said coldly: "Miyamoto Takeo, it is indeed a pleasure to compete with Lord Sesshomaru here today.
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If Miyamoto Takeo's name was mentioned in the world of ninja martial arts, he would be a god-like figure. This old man is the legendary ninja supreme who has lived for 150 years. He is honored as a divine ninja. The thunder sword in his hand is the emperor.
His Majesty personally presented the Divine Sword to Protect the Country. Whenever the country faces a real crisis, he will be called upon to help. One thing must be clarified. He has nothing to do with Miyamoto Musashi. The overlapping of three characters in his name is purely coincidental.
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Tang Guobin had never heard of this old man's reputation. He smiled disdainfully and said, "You are happy, but I will not be happy with you. Unless you can send me your head and give me two knives, then I will be happy."
Takeo Miyamoto had long been ridiculed by the extremely rude Sesshomaru in front of him, but his more than a hundred years of staleness was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary warriors. A divine ninja must be able to endure no matter what, even if he eats a meal
Jinba Dou can also hold back from pooping.
"If I'm not wrong, you want to dig out the things under the tree for the girl named Nobuko to delay time, right?" Takeo Miyamoto saw Nobuko digging under the tree at a glance.
My brain quickly analyzed the other party's intention, but I didn't know what important objects were hidden under the tree?
Tang Guobin didn't answer. He sheathed the long sword instantly with his backhand. He turned sideways and lowered his head and performed the whirlwind slashing stance of drawing the sword. He was waiting for the opponent to make a move. This sword technique was very strong, but it was a bit too rigid.
He had to put on this silly look, and sometimes he felt like he was holding a mallet high with this move.
Takeo Miyamoto didn't say anything anymore. He always kept the lightning knife in his hand pointing forward. He turned his feet sideways and moved forward in small steps at a very fast speed. The green grass under his feet was rustling as if it was being shoveled by a lawnmower.
It looked like it had been shaved all the way, revealing a straight shallow groove.