"Tang Xuantian, stealing the heart of the Chinese Dragon Vein was my own fault."
"The injuries to your family were also caused by me."
"Today, let's make a settlement between you and me. If I win, I will take you as a hostage in exchange for a Chinese dragon vein; if I lose, I will let you deal with life and death, but I hope it will not affect innocent people. I, my disciples, have been practicing in seclusion all year round.
Have done anything to harm China."
Yamazaki Aoki raised his head and asked in a solemn tone: "How?"
"good."
Tang Ming looked at him and nodded calmly.
His visit this time was only for Yamazaki Aoki. As for other ninjas, he was not worried.
Hearing this, Yamazaki Aoki took a deep breath, and the sky over Kuga Island suddenly changed dramatically.
Amidst the howling wind.
Yamazaki Aoki reached forward and grabbed it.
The void is shattered.
A Fuso tachi wrapped with a white bandage is held in the palm of the hand. This tachi is very slender, with the handle half a meter long. The blade is 1.6 meters long and three fingers wide. The blade is slightly curved and full of sharpness.
Yamazaki Aoki's face was extremely solemn, his hands spread out, and his fingers slowly closed together to hold the handle of the knife.
"Zheng!"
The sound of sharp weapons trembled.
Yamazaki Aoki's whole person is bursting with momentum, and the person and the sharp weapon are perfectly integrated.
"Murataku Zanpakuto!"
Seeing this sword, the surrounding ninjas became excited.
This is Yamazaki Aoki's famous weapon. A long time ago, before Yamazaki Aoki became a divine ninja, he relied on Fuso's unique sword skills to become an invincible swordsman.
Later, Yamazaki Aoki entered Taoism with a sword and realized the divine art. He used his sword to suppress all the sword schools in Fuso and became invincible Fuso. In the following decades, he sealed his sword and this invincible sword technique will never be seen again in the world.
Now that they see their teacher sending out the 'Murataku Zanpakutō' again, the disciples around him are extremely excited.
High in the sky.
The sword's intent was so sharp that even the air became sharp.
"Fuso swordsmanship is also the way of swordsmanship."
"Swords and swords have the same origin, and they all use sharpness to defeat the enemy. Over the years, I have only been afraid of the Chinese sword cultivator. Tang Xuantian, you are the peerless sword cultivator. I have come to ask you for advice."
Yamazaki Aoki grasped the handle of the knife with both hands.
Muraku Taku's Zanpakuto still has a scabbard, and a white bandage is tied to the scabbard.
The sword is not out of its sheath, but the mind is already at its peak.
I saw Yamazaki Aoki's wrist trembling slightly, and a terrifying sword light that was dozens of meters high condensed in the air, was extremely sharp, and suddenly fell downwards.
This sword light is very powerful.
And the moment the sword struck, a strange aura locked onto Tang Ming's soul.
Murata Zanpakuto.
As the name suggests, this knife can not only cut the body, but also the soul.
The sword light surged forward, stirring up the heaven and earth, but Tang Ming remained calm as he stood in the air. The biting wind did not affect him at all, not even the corner of his clothes moved.
The Shura Sword is suspended on the shoulder.
The sword trembled.
"Whoa!"
A bloody sword energy burst out. Compared to the huge sword light, this ray of sword energy seemed extremely small, like a needle and thread piercing out.
"Pfft!"
The tiny sword intent pierced the sword light directly.
Yamazaki Aoki remained unmoved and allowed the sword to dissipate, but the strange artistic conception had already revealed its target, silently and hurting the origin of the soul.
Bang! There was a slight muffled sound in the void.
Tang Ming still stood there with an expressionless face.
"Um?"
Yamazaki Aoki raised his eyebrows. He clearly felt that the Zanpakutō's blade hit Tang Ming's soul, but the opponent was as solid as a rock.
Even for a cultivator in the realm of gods, his soul is extremely fragile compared to his physical body. He could bear such a blow but remain indifferent. It was obvious that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination.
"Your sword intention is too weak."
Tang Ming raised his eyes and said indifferently: "Draw the sword."
Yamazaki Aoki's eyes were as bright as a torch, and a brilliant light flashed in his old eyes.
In an instant.
On Muraku Taku's Zanpakuto, sections of white bandage slipped off on their own, revealing the scabbard covered with inscriptions.
Yamazaki Aoki held the handle of the knife horizontally and slowly pulled it toward the right.
"Zila——" The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard resounded throughout the sky.
An extremely profound and terrifying aura came from Yamazaki Aoki's body.
Logically speaking, this fierce aura should be Murata's Zanpakuto, but because Yamazaki Aoki has already merged with his sword, when he draws the sword, the original intention of the sword is centered on him.
"Zheng!"
Yamazaki Aoki drew his sword two-thirds of the way and suddenly stopped.
But that sharp aura still surged.
The heaven and earth trembled.
now.
The entire mountain peak was trembling slightly, and countless small stones were shaking on the ground, as if they could not bear the terrifying knife intent.
"Draw your sword and kill!"
A ninja exclaimed: "It has been more than sixty years since the teacher sealed the sword. The sealing of the sword contains meaning. Once it is unsealed, all the meaning of the sword will explode like a torrent!"
"The power of this sword has almost brought together the teacher's lifelong sword intention."
"The sword scares ghosts and gods!"
Along with these words.
The surrounding ninjas were extremely happy. Many of them were masters of various Fuso Sword schools and had come to study under Yamazaki Aoki.
I can see the teacher's strongest sword.
It is very helpful to understand their artistic conception.
Just when everyone was expecting it, an untimely voice suddenly sounded.
"Fuso Sword Technique?"
Tang Ming sneered: "The way you draw your sword to kill, seal the sword to contain the spirit, and use the sheath to store your intention, isn't it just the Chinese technique of drawing a sword?"
"I thought you could come up with any innovations, but it turned out that you were just stealing lessons."
He sneered and sneered.
Although the sword-drawing technique is advanced among Chinese sword cultivators, it is used by many sword cultivators. The true meaning of sword-drawing technique is not the sword-drawing technique itself, but depends on how well the sword cultivator has cultivated his sword intent. Those genius sword cultivators who have cultivated their sword intent for half a year are comparable to
Ordinary sword training takes ten years.
Yamazaki Aoki's sword-drawing technique is derived from the Chinese sword-drawing technique.
Tang Ming didn't see anything outstanding.
"Arrogant, these Chinese people are so arrogant!"
"That's right, this sword-drawing slash is clearly our ancient swordsmanship style of Fuso, which has been passed down since the shogunate era."
"Let's see how arrogant he still is when he is defeated by the teacher and cuts him off with his sword."
"That's right..." The ninjas around him were indignant.
There were even a few Fusang swordsmen who drew their swords and pointed angrily at the sky, yelling at Tang Ming.
"presumptuous!"
Tang Ming suddenly lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold and filled with great power.
The void is turbulent, and murderous intent is instantaneous.
Pfft! Those six people who spoke arrogant words were directly crushed into bloody foam by the terrifying coercion.
The smell of blood filled the air.
"You know how to teach students, but a group of mediocre people dare to slander the strong in person. This courage is commendable."
Tang Ming looked at Yamazaki Aoki and said indifferently: "Why, in Fusang, can the weak also insult the strong at will?"
"Whoever dares to be presumptuous again will be killed!"
Boom! A burst of extreme murderous intent burst out, vast and powerful, covering the entire mountain.
Under this terrifying murderous intent, all the surrounding ninjas felt difficulty breathing, especially the apprentices, who were suppressed and paralyzed, unable to stand up.
"Okada, take people out of the mountain gate."
Yamazaki Aoki shouted in a low voice: "Everyone, please stop speaking nonsense."
"is teacher."
Okada Zhuling nodded and quickly led everyone back.