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Miyamoto Takeo claimed to have lived for 150 years, but in fact, part of his life was false, because everyone who knew him was dead. Even if he said that he lived for 250 years, no one would check in detail. It cannot be
Let's take a living person and do a carbon 14 test! The true strength of this divine ninja is only about equal to that of Master Tang. The best proof of this is that the tricky shot just now that can't break through the protective aura.
Tang Guobin turned slightly sideways, and pointed the end of the sword handle at Takeo Miyamoto, who was rushing towards him. There is a key to drawing swords. When facing a single opponent, use the handle of the sword as a center of sight to aim at the target. The speed and accuracy of the sword will be geometrically multiplied.
Growth, just wait for the old devil to come again and give him a clean break.
Takeo Miyamoto rushed to the scene where he was still two feet away from Young Master Tang. He suddenly changed directions and made a Z-shape to avoid the front. He raised the thunder cutter in his hand diagonally over his shoulder and swung it down towards the opponent's neck.
Ta! Tang Guobin turned around with his heels in an instant, raised his hand and an arc of light shot out of his palm, sweeping towards Miyamoto Takeo like a horse flying through the air. They met in a close encounter, and the brave one won.
Oops! The two famous swords were really cut together for the first time. The Muramasa sword was extremely sharp, and the Raikiri sword was thick and fierce. A dazzling spark bloomed at the intersection of the blades. The two swords suddenly separated, and the blade was like a stream of autumn water.
Tang Guobin could feel the tremor coming from the blade, and his eyes quickly glanced at the blade. The edge of the Muramasa sword was still intact, but judging from the sword just now, it was still not suitable to fight with the thick Raikiri.
The opponent undoubtedly had the upper hand in terms of dynamic explosive power and accuracy, but he easily managed to defeat the attack with clumsiness and ingenuity. On the surface, it was evenly divided, but in reality, the Muramasa sword was inferior.
Miyamoto Takeo was blocked by the sword but did not retract his sword to prepare for it. He made a Z-shaped step with his feet and circled half a circle around Tang Guobin with great flexibility. The lightning knife in his hand changed from a straight slash to a sweeping sweep, and he swung it with a sound like the sound of a piece of cloth shaking in the wind.
The knife aimed at the opponent's waist was not as fast as lightning, but the angle was tricky and slippery, and it clearly aimed at the Dantian below the waist.
If Tang Guobin doesn't retreat, he can only swing his sword and seal again. The two swords are head-to-head. It's an ancient half-pound versus a modern eight-liang. It must be the light Muramasa sword that suffers. It's okay to cut each other once or twice a few times.
A large number of light ones will inevitably be damaged. This shows that the old Japanese in front of him has quite a lot of fighting experience.
There was only a flash of thought in his mind, and the long knife fell instantly, choking! The two swords shot out a little spark again, and Tang Guobin only felt that the shock on his wrist was a little better than before. Without waiting for the opponent to change his moves again, he pressed the handle of the knife with both hands.
With one turn, it swept upwards, the blade was close to the edgeless part of the lightning knife and sent forward, cutting towards the opponent's wrist like a spirit snake spitting a message.
Takeo Miyamoto did not retreat but moved forward. He took a step forward with his left foot, kicked the ground with his right leg and rushed forward. His eyes widened as he opened his eyes. The two knives were close together. He made a collision purely relying on the strength of his body.
The two of them used their internal energy to the extreme at almost the same time, and the two famous swords pressing against each other slightly bent.
Tang Guobin exerted all his strength in his arms, and a majestic internal energy surged from his Dantian to his arms, and then quickly passed to the blade. He wanted to end this battle as quickly as possible in the most straightforward way.
Takeo Miyamoto's kimono was bulging with the energy that was constantly flowing out. He originally wanted to use the clumsiest and most effective method, using Raikiri to confront the opponent's Muramasa sword head-on, destroying the sword first and then killing people.
, but the gap between imagination and reality is a bit far, and he is actually inexplicably motivated to fight with the other party!
There is a saying that the boxer is afraid of the young and the stick is afraid of the old man. It refers to the difference between young people and old people. Once the two conflict, the strong young people can win with their physical strength alone. Of course, this is also based on the two people.
Under circumstances of equal strength.
The stalemate lasted for five minutes. When Tang Guobin gave a deep shout, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time. Although it was only a short five minutes, both of them already had a score in their hearts. Takeo Miyamoto had to admit that
He is old, and his physical strength and internal energy are much worse than those of the young people in front of him. If he continues to resist and fails, it will only be a matter of time. However, he still has a trump card, and it seems that the time has come to use it.
Having made up his mind, the wrinkles on Takeo Miyamoto's face trembled a few times like a cramp. He threw the tip of the thunder knife downwards with his backhand. Poof! Half of the blade pierced the soil. He actually gave up the long knife and prepared to use a pair of fleshy palms to attack it.
He even raised his palm and waved it at Tang Guobin.
"Lord Sesshomaru has excellent sword skills. I wonder if his skills in fists and feet are the same as his sword skills?" Takeo Miyamoto asked deliberately and lightly. The implication was very clear. He wanted Tang Guobin to give up using swords.
See the difference between the fist and the foot.
Tang Guobin seemed to have become a dull gourd at this time, and didn't even bother to talk to Miyamoto Takeo. He held the sword in one hand, and with the other hand he bent his index finger and flicked the sword's spine, and with a clear trembling sound, the Muramasa sword was struck.
He sheathed in an instant, he turned around and looked at Xinzi who was still digging hard under the banyan tree. At this moment, an excited smile appeared on her face, she reached into the dug pit and took it out.
A square black box.
The things were already in hand. Young Master Tang raised his lips with a perfect arc. The box must contain sword manuals. As long as the two devils behind him, an old man and a young man, were dealt with, he could make arrangements to return to China. Just think about it.
People's blood is rushing!
Seeing that Young Master Tang didn't care about him, Miyamoto Takeo cursed secretly in his mind, slid out, and floated towards his opponent with Z-shaped ghost steps. He really didn't bring a knife, because that killer move can only be used with bare hands.
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Tang Guobin didn't seem to see Takeo Miyamoto coming from behind. His flashing eyes only saw the black box. If possible, he really wanted to quit this killing now.
Takeo Miyamoto sneaked behind Tang Guobin silently in a few flashes. Without waiting for the opponent to turn around, he stretched out his palms and slapped him in the back. These two palms had neither speed nor power, and were as soft as
It was like helping someone to dust off the dust. The only thing that was special was that in the palm of his hand, two pieces of skin as big as copper coins seemed to be sucked inward by some force, forming a dent. Then they floated towards Young Master Tang's back. Next,
It will be attached in seconds.
Tang Guobin still stood there without moving, his pupils that flashed with color suddenly shrank, he took a breath, and just when the palm of his back was about to touch his back, he suddenly turned around and pressed his fingers on the spring of the handle of the knife.
One point, whoop! A crescent-shaped sword flashed through the gap between Miyamoto Takeo's palms, and then was annihilated in the sheath.
The palm can float like a dead leaf, and the knife can be like a sudden glance. Sometimes when you are preparing to plot against others, you may not realize that you have fallen into the plot.