Chapter seven hundred and eighty third the real sword god
"Grandpa." An excited light flashed from Watanabe Saki's eyes.
Miyamotoro narrowed his eyes slightly, but in the eyes that narrowed slightly, there was an extremely sharp breath that kept shining and sucking, just like an eagle trapped in a cage that finally broke through.
After the shackles, I regained freedom.
Miyamotojiro raised his right hand, his palm was wide and full of vitality and strength. His palm bent slightly, and a ball of white flame suddenly appeared in his palm. The blazing flame, even though it was as big as a soybean,
But it is extremely terrifying.
Although Watanabe Saki does not have the talent to practice martial arts, he is a descendant of a war god Miyamoto Musashi, so he still has some understanding of Japanese martial arts. When he saw the white flame floating in his grandfather's palm, he couldn't help but feel the pair.
His eyes widened and he said in horror:
"True Qi practices fire, grandpa, have you broken through the last level?" Watanabe Saki said excitedly, even his voice trembling a little.
Miyamotojiro held his palm hard, and the white flame completely disappeared. Then he sighed slightly, "I have been sitting in the temple for the past twenty years, and have meditated and realized the truth. In fact, I was ten years ago.
You will be sure to break free from Abe Ishiyou's curse."
"Then why are you?" Watanabe Saki showed a puzzled expression.
"Are you trying to ask me why I have not broken free from his curse, but stayed in Sensoji Temple?" Miyamotoro smiled coldly.
"If I use my power to break free from his curse, I'm afraid I will have a chance to break through the last level and become a real sword god." Miyamoto said lightly: "I have been waiting for this opportunity to break free from the power of the curse,
I can also treat this as an opportunity to help me enter the realm of the Sword God.”
Watanabe Sandshu then realized it and said in surprise:
"Then can't our Watanabe family rise to the top in Sanhe Group in the future? There will be no ten people in the entire Japanese country who can enter the Sword God's Way."
"wrong."
Miyamotoro suddenly glanced and shook his head and said, "The real sword god in the entire Japanese country, plus I should have only four people. As for the sword god you mentioned, like a sword sword in the mountains and wild is just a sword sect, but a sword god.
It hasn't appeared in everyone's eyes for too long, and everyone has forgotten the true strength of the Sword God."
Watanabe Sand Tree was shocked again.
The Japanese kendo is very famous. As for the Sword God, he is the top figure in the kendo, but even such a person cannot survive the erosion of time. In the Shogunate era, there were more than a dozen famous kendo masters.
The stars are shining.
However, due to historical reasons, generations of sword gods fell one after another. Rumors about sword gods were only circulated in the martial arts world. As for the real sword gods, no one has ever seen them.
Now the top ten sword gods selected by the Japanese martial arts world are obvious that although they are powerful in martial arts, they are actually just the Sword Sect.
Watanabe Saki bent down respectfully, "Congratulations to my grandfather for becoming the new generation of sword gods. In this way, our Watanabe family will be proud of the whole country and be one of the four major families in the future."
"But now there is another more important thing that I need to do. Abe Ishiyu's breath has completely dissipated." Miyamotoshi's eyebrows slightly frowned, looked towards the Asakusa Shrine, and opened his lips slightly.
"Well. It's really my regret that I was not able to kill Abe Shiyou himself, but now I'm killing Zhuo Bufan and proclaiming that I'm born." After Miyamotoro finished speaking, his eyes stared at the front slightly, and two dazzling lights were in the double
It disappeared in the pupils.
At this moment, Miyamoto's aura suddenly became sharper, as if he was about to jump out of the scabbard, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sharp sword.
In this not-so-large quiet room, a Taidao lying on a mahogany knife stand with a smooth crescent shape buzzing, making a clear sound, trembling constantly.
Sizzle...
On the strange-shaped knife stand, some red and strange runes appeared because of the trembling of the knife. These runes floated on the knife stand with a strange and quaint feeling, and these runes extended on them.
Red lightning appeared, as if combined into chains, trapping the Taidao in it.
"The fighter!"
Miyamoto shouted lightly, stretched out his right palm, and held it with his five fingers. The Taidao on the knife trembled violently again, and the sound made became even sharper. In the end, the red lightning that had originally been wrapped around the Taidao was formed.
The shackles broke with a click.
Taidao and the scabbard flew into Miyamoto's palm, and was tightly held by Miyamoto's fingers. Taidao let out a cheerful cry, as if it was a declaration of rebirth and freedom.
"Grandpa, this knife?" Watanabe Saki's eyes widened.
Miyamotojiro held the sword in his hand and took a deep breath. A proud curve slightly curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, this knife is one of the famous swords that his ancestor Miyamoto Musashi once used, "Black Akimiya", Japan
One of the top ten famous swords. However, it has been sealed by our ancestors. Now that I have broken through the realm of the Sword God, I can make it surrender to me."
"Good friend, come with me to kill someone."
After Miyamotojiro finished speaking, he took a step and left the quiet room.
The Asakusa Shrine completely collapsed, and Zhuo Bufan was still standing there, but he was not in a hurry to leave.
He was quietly feeling the changes of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind his spine. The dragon fish devoured the soul of Tengshe and was digesting its energy. The sword spirit and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword themselves are already one, the soul of the dragon fish
Beginning to become stronger, this indicates the evolution of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.
"Can the Ice Emperor Rain Sword evolve into a treasure weapon?"
There was a faint look of excitement in Zhuo Bufan's pupils.
In the cultivation world, various magic weapons also have corresponding levels. The lowest level is magic weapons divided into grades one to nine, and then there are treasures, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, divine weapons, and holy weapons. However, the last holy weapons are too mysterious and mysterious.
He is powerful, even Zhuo Bufan has never seen it, and he doesn't know if it will exist.
But despite this, since Zhuo Bufan came to Earth, he had only seen magic weapons at most. If the Ice Emperor Rain Sword can evolve into a treasure weapon, then he will have another strength and guarantee. Even if he meets it next time, he will have another chance of strength and security.
When you go to warships and fighter jets, you can also have the power to fight.
The people who were kneeling outside the Asakusa Shrine showed horror and pale faces when they saw the shrine collapse.
Although Asakusa Shrine is not the most famous shrine in Japan, it is a real shrine after all. They have seen some "miracles" before, but now they have been destroyed. This is an ominous sign.
Just when everyone was shocked and scared, they suddenly saw a black shadow passing through the air and immediately stood on the top of the door of the shrine that had not yet collapsed. It was a man with a ponytail and a black samurai uniform holding a
The man with a black sword stood there as if he had resisted the world. (To be continued)