Chapter seven hundred and eighty fourth black autumn water
"Young Master, it seems that someone is coming to us?" Shi Jian turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man standing on the gate of the shrine.
Zhuo Bufan also withdrew his mind, turned his mind, and looked at the middle-aged man.
"The people of the Dragon Kingdom mentioned by Watanabe are you? You are younger than I thought." Miyamotojiro hugged his arms with both hands, and there was a black sword in his arms, which was simple and unpretentious, and there was no attractiveness at all.
It is this knife that looks so simple and simple that attracted Zhuo Bufan's attention.
"Who are you?"
Zhuo Bufan looked at him indifferently.
"A man who is coming to kill you." Miyamoto said lightly, his tone was calm, as if he was telling a trivial matter.
Shi Jian raised his eyebrows tightly. The face that should have been cute and pretty was covered with frost. He held the purple-green sword in his hand and raised a murderous intent.
"Shijian, you are no match for him, please let me do it." Zhuo Bufan said, taking a step forward.
Shi Jian hesitated for a moment, then he took the purple green sword in his hand, retreated to the side and said, "Young Master, be careful."
The strength of this middle-aged Japanese swordsman in front of him is much stronger than the Shanye Yishao that Zhuo Bufan encountered last time. The two are not on the same level at all, or it can be said that the Shanye Yishao is just the level of a master, and the middle-aged man in front of him
The swordsman's strength seems to be deeper than the old Qinglong.
With the current strength of Shi Jian, he is completely unable to defeat such an existence.
"Where is your weapon?" Miyamotoro asked with a frown when he saw him bare hands. This was his dignity as a swordsman master.
"No weapons, I can beat you with my fists alone."
Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist and a curl of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"presumptuous."
Miyamoto's swordsman master who has been with the Japanese Kingdom for decades was the top master of martial arts in Japan before he fought with Ishiyou Abe. What's more, he has now broken through the realm of the Sword God, and his strength has entered a new level.
Realm, now he was so humiliated by a young man from the Dragon Kingdom. Although he had been sitting in the temple for twenty years, he had been focused and calm, but at this moment, Zhuo Bufan's words made him angry.
The flame.
Just as Miyamoto's words came out, he still pulled out the Tai Knife in his arms. It was a crescent-shaped knife about one meter long. It was as dark as ink. There was no trace of luster on the blade, as if it was dark.
The world is just like that, giving people a depressing and extremely heavy feeling.
The moment the sword came out, the wind surging around him, and the murderous aura condensed into a blade like a substance, slashing towards Zhuo Bufan across dozens of meters.
Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists with both hands, and a brilliant golden light burst out from his fists, smashing all the sword wind that was flying towards him.
"It is also your blessing to die under the Black Water Sauce Knife. This knife hasn't tasted the taste of blood for a long time."
Miyamoto said lightly, the black water autumn sword in his hand was changing in his hand, and black knife marks slashed into the air, almost cutting the air into annihilation. The sword light shone brightly, and the sword's light was as strong as the sword's way.
Change, and finally all the true energy and knife energy condensed into a little, and they suddenly slashed towards Zhuo Bufan.
"Qingshan Seal!" At the same time, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, and his true energy condensed on his fist and smashed it against the blade.
The huge golden fist marks collided with the knife marks like a line, and a metal-like collision sound suddenly sounded, like a big bell.
With fists and blades as the center, a round white ring spread a hundred meters, and the tall trees rubbed by the white rings instantly broke and fell one after another.
Zhuo Bufan also felt the heavy pressure like a thousand pounds. The huge pressure passed through his body and reached the soles of his feet. With the soles of his feet as the center, spider-like cracks appeared on the cement floor, and these cracks extended for dozens of times.
Rice, as if the effect caused by an earthquake.
When those ordinary people saw the fight in the shrine again, they couldn't help but open their eyes wide.
"How is it possible..." Miyamoto's eyes showed horror.
Zhuo Bufan also frowned.
Miyamoto's black water slashed on Zhuo Bufan's fist, and only cut out a small hole and bleed out a wisp of blood. This was one of the weapons used by the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi back then, and it was also
One of the top ten famous knives in Japan is ranked in the top five, and it is held in Miyamoto's hands.
Miyamotojiro was also confident that even an armored tank would be cut by him with this knife, but now, even Zhuo Bufan's fist cannot be broken.
Zhuo Bufan was also shocked. His golden skin reached the fifth level and could withstand shells. When the bullet hit him, it was like it was tickling, but he didn't expect that he would be cut out by a knife.
"Come again." Miyamoto's face finally had a hint of solemnity, and above this solemnity, there was more of a fiery fighting spirit.
He originally thought that Zhuo Bufan and Abe Shiyou had a fight. Although he killed Abe Shiyou, he must have been seriously injured. But what he didn't expect was that Zhuo Bufan's strength was so powerful, he was simply a monster.
Miyamotojiro said, "A man comes with the sword, and the whole person seems to have become one with the sword in his hand, becoming a natural existence, and various sword techniques come to slash. Only a black sword can be seen in everyone's eyes."
The shadows wandered around the hall.
Zhuo Bufan's fist was like golden raindrops, constantly making the sound of metal hitting. During the fight between the two, the ground collapsed, the ancient trees fell, and the black bricks and rubble were shaken by the violent energy.
Leonardo powder.
However, Miyamoto's attack became more and more shocked. Zhuo Bufan's true energy was almost as solid as the real one, and his fists were like steel drills, hitting the knife, and metal singed.
Moreover, Zhuo Bufan's true energy seems to be inexhaustible. Although Miyamotojiro entered the realm of the sword god and his qi and blood became active again, he was actually an old man in his eighties and nineties.
No matter how strong the blood is, it cannot withstand the blood and energy of young people.
"You take my three more punches." Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, and his eyes flashed with excitement.
"First punch."
Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, like a meteor hitting, and his speed was so fast that it made a blasting sound in the air.
Miyamotoro's pupils contracted slightly, and the horizontal knife blocked his chest, and then his fist hit the knife. Miyamotoro felt as if he was hit by a fast train. His feet were rubbed on the ground and two dozen meters long were pulled out.
The marks and the blade trembled violently, almost leaving his hands.
"What a powerful force?" Miyamotoro's face was horrified.
Although Zhuo Bufan had fought with Abe Shiyou just now, he used magic tricks. How could he fight with his fists so much that it makes people feel excited?
Zhuo Bufan was still angry and couldn't find a place to vent. Unexpectedly, a Miyamotojiro came out. (To be continued)