Chapter 1668

Half step kings have been killed, which shows that the other party is likely to be the top half step king, or even the real king.

That's why the big snake came to invite the village chief.

What's more, in the whole process of planning to deal with the God of war, Murakami also participated, and many of the schemes were made by Murakami.

"Master, if you say something bad, you are also involved in dealing with the God of war of the king of hell. I think the yama hall will trouble you this time when it comes to the kingdom of Japan."

The big snake continued, "do you want to watch this symbol of Japanese martial arts, the sword God City, be destroyed like this?"

Murakami was silent.

As a real king.

Murakami was once an invincible existence in shenlongzhou.

Thirty years ago, he killed countless strong people in shenlongzhou, became famous at one stroke and was regarded as the God of the sword.

Even the king is vulnerable in front of him.

Until later, the village met a man who claimed to be the head of the Mohist sect.

The two fought for ten days and ten nights on the top of the snow mountain.

No one knows the final result.

But since then, Murakami has never been to the Dragon kingdom again.

Some people say that Murakami has been defeated.

It was also said that Murakami defeated his last opponent and felt bored, so he went back.

In fact, neither is right.

Xiao Chen heard from his master that in that war, they were tied.

But Murakami's talent is obviously higher. If he meets again, he must not be Murakami's opponent.

This village is so terrible.

That was 30 years ago.

In one fell swoop, he established the position of Murakami sword God.

Later, although he didn't do it again.

But his eldest disciple Yutian was born.

Over the years, many people coveted the throne of the sword God and came to challenge. They were defeated by Yutian one by one. They even couldn't see the village leader.

This shows the horror of Murakami.

"That's all. You can stay in the sword city these days. If there are experts, I'd like to."

Murakami sighed. After all, he couldn't beat the apprentice.

An apprentice has died. He really doesn't want to die another apprentice.

"Thank you, master. Master's coming out of the mountain is the glory of martial arts in our country."

The snake was excited.

This time, even if the yama God of war is reborn, it's useless. Who can be the opponent of daoshen Murakami?

The village is the real king!

There are ten and a half kings in the sword God City, all of whom have terrible sword techniques.

Plus the five in the demon king's hall, there are fifteen and a half kings in total.

Such a powerful combination, looking at the whole Shenlong continent, makes people tremble.

Of course, except for the ancient people.

The ancient clan is a group of mysterious guys. It is difficult to judge their strength.

In those days, the village was so arrogant, just because the ancient people were too lazy to take care of worldly affairs. Otherwise, the head of Mo sect didn't have to do it, and he would fart.

"Today's Japanese state is also declining. It's even difficult for kings to see one of them."

Murakami sighed.

It seems that there is a terrible smell in the old body.

The snake knelt there, trembling all over.

"There are still kings, but they are protecting my king. After all, the king is a national strategic reserve and can't be exposed easily."

Big snake road.

"That's true."

Murakami nodded.

A king level master can't do it easily. Just like the king slaughtering incident before, he basically didn't send a king.

The United States sent one and was killed.

King level masters are secrets to every country.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for many years. Murakami's sword spirit is still as energetic as ever."

Suddenly, a laugh came.

Except for the village, the others were frightened because they didn't find anyone coming in.

"Is that you, boy?"

Murakami smiled: "what are you doing here if you don't stay in the Dragon kingdom?"

"I'm here to tell you some bad news."

The man approached.

The breath of terror was released, and even the half step King couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

"Evil, put away your breath, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Murakami said coldly.

Evil Lai felt Murakami's murderous spirit like a blade, and his heart trembled slightly.

As both kings, this village is really terrible.

At least ten times stronger than shangliuyun.

And he's not as good as Shang Liuyun.

Facing Murakami, the pressure is too great.

He quickly restrained his breath and said with a smile, "I came here without malice. I just want to tell you that the God of war is not dead!"

what! The God of war is not dead!

Everyone was stunned there.

They spent so much human and financial resources, just like killing the God of war.

As a result, now someone tells them that the God of war is not dead?

How can they accept it.

"You fart, how can he not die? I saw his body."

Roared the snake.

"Shut up and don't be rude to evil."

Although Murakami is stronger than evil, he is too aware of the horror of the ancient people.

He didn't take advantage of the old sect leader of Mohism, but the other party didn't win either.

At the foot of the mountain, he met a young man who called himself the ancient tribe of Southern Chu.

Said he was going to have two moves with him.

As a result, three moves took him down.

That was thirty years ago.

At that time, the young man was less than 30 years old, and now he is less than 60.

And he's almost seventy now.

The man's terror has become a nightmare of his life.

To this end, he also helped the ancient people of Southern Chu do a lot of things.

"Master!"

The snake was stunned. His master had not been so strict for a long time.

"Do you know where he comes from?"

Murakami asked coldly.

"I don't know."

The snake shook his head.

"He comes from the ancient people."

Murakami sighed: "in this world, as long as some historical countries have ancient ethnic groups, such as Zhitian ancient ethnic group in China! Demon knife ancient clan! And the ancient family of Tianren!

This is the existence of the ancient people of Southern Chu. "

what!

At that moment, the snake's face turned pale.

He is not familiar with the ancient people of the Dragon kingdom.

But the three ancient ethnic groups in Japan are very terrible.

Even his master daoshen Murakami couldn't provoke him.

Some people even said that Murakami was from the ancient demon sword clan, but he was expelled from the ancient clan because of his guilt.

"Evil, you just said that the God of war of hell is not dead, but it's true?"

Murakami asked.

"Of course it's true. The God of war, the king of hell, just killed a king in the capital of the Dragon kingdom not long ago. Shang Liuyun."

The villain said, "to tell you the truth, I'm not his opponent. This time, in addition to telling you about it, I want to join hands with you and kill him."

"Together? That's not necessary. He's not dead. That's just right. I'll take him on the road. "

Murakami sneered.

Just because he is afraid of the ancient people doesn't mean he is afraid of a god of war.

"Hehe, I admire the powerful sword God. However, you can't underestimate the enemy."

The villain smiled and said, "I'll stay here. If necessary, just speak. By the way, I'll bother brother snake to inform me.

Don't let them lose their lives for no reason. "

"OK, I'll send someone to inform you right away."

The big snake regained his consciousness. It seems that the God of war of the king of hell is really not dead. In this case, it's bad.