Chapter 1747

"God cut the moon!"

Matsumoto Musashi roared fiercely, jumped from the tank truck and cut it out again. Shenyue chop is one of Matsumoto Musashi's famous stunts. He once killed half a mountain peak in a war with Takeda shibingwei, a martial saint of Fusang. At that time, Matsumoto Musashi used this sword Shenyue chop.

In the distance, when Matsumoto harahara saw the sword holding his fist hard, he looked at Matsumoto Musashi, not excited, but full of hatred. Shenyue chop is one of Matsumoto Musashi's top skills, but he never intended to pass it on to Matsumoto Hara. Instead, he just passed it on to Matsumoto harahara, who was much weaker than Matsumoto.

Today, when Matsumoto saw the power of Shenyue chop, he hated Matsumoto Musashi even more. Matsumoto Musashi refused to teach Matsumoto this powerful sword move, and Matsumoto Musashi would never reach his height.

Matsumoto Musashi's sword cuts out. The sword is dazzling, like a pillar of light. The terrible sword runs directly through more than ten meters, like a dazzling light. With the appearance of the sword, it seems to tear everything in front of us. This sword is at least twice as strong as that of Matsumoto Musashi just now.

As soon as Zhao Fugui's eyes were fixed, his strong momentum immediately resisted the sword meaning. The sword meaning and the sword meaning were a kind of divine and clear thing. The strong martial arts can tear the enemy's body and soul to pieces only by the sword meaning and the sword meaning.

Seven steps to break the sky, the sixth, startling.

Zhao Fugui's fist is far less powerful than before, but the strength of his fist is condensed as if it is real, and the meaning of his fist is strong as if it is the roar of a giant. Zhao Fugui's seemingly calm fist blows out. Before his fist arrives, Matsumoto Musashi feels that his Shenyue chop has met with strong resistance, and seems unable to fall.

"Boom!" It's just a moment, the light between heaven and earth is in full swing, and the darkness within a kilometer rapidly recedes. The heaven and earth are like day, and the strong light in the center is like a burst of scorching sun.

There were not many people on the outskirts of Plymouth industrial park at night, only a few tramps and a small number of people who lived here. When they saw the light as if it was day, their eyes widened.

"God, what's going on?" A tramp hiding in a bridge cave saw the dazzling light and couldn't help looking there. Then his eyes were illuminated by the strong light and shed tears, but he still wanted to see the reason why the light appeared.

"Miracles, miracles from God, maybe God didn't abandon me!" Some people kneel down devoutly, murmur to themselves, and constantly draw a cross in front of their chest.

The strong light appeared just for a moment, then quickly turned dark, Zhao Fugui's fist power suddenly dimmed, then suddenly exploded, which could kill the great master yichongtian. The powerful one didn't destroy Matsumoto Musashi's Shenyue chop, but Shenyue chop didn't fall in the end.

After Zhao Fugui's fist burst, the sword, which was already on the verge of collapse, was instantly stirred. The huge sword, which was more than ten meters long, slowly collapsed, and finally turned into a breeze. It gently rolled up Zhao Fugui's skirt, but could not cause any damage.

"Matsumoto Musashi has been hiding his strength for so many years. With his strength, even the strongmen of rigaoye and Jiahe shenguizong will surely be ranked in the top ten. If Zhao Fugui is not powerful, who knows that he is a sword sage and wants to plot the God of the Kingdom at the critical moment!" Matsumoto said with gnashing teeth.

The stronger Matsumoto Musashi is, the more angry Matsumoto is, because it means that there are more things Matsumoto Musashi has not taught him at all. With Matsumoto Musashi's strength, if you teach him wholeheartedly, how dare little dog Junichiro, the leader of Kaga Shinto Shinto, despise him? His strength now is not just at the present stage.

"Matsumoto Musashi, you old man, you should die, you should die!" Matsumoto's eyes were red, and he stared at Matsumoto Musashi fiercely, growling like a wild animal.

All Matsumoto Musashi's attention is focused on Zhao Fugui. He doesn't realize that Matsumoto is nearby, and he is staring at him with eyes that almost want to choose people.

"Zhao Fugui, I didn't expect you to be so strong. The first genius of China really deserves its reputation. I've seen too many talents who are not worthy of the name. You are the top three of the outstanding people list and the genius of the world, but you are just a local person. Even my land, Matsumoto Hara, may not be able to win. I underestimated you before!"

Matsumoto Musashi looks at Zhao Fugui with indifference in his eyes. He reaches out his hand and swipes on the bright sword. A stream of blood fills the edge of the sword. If ordinary weapons are stained with blood, the blood will fall. But Matsumoto Musashi's sword doesn't fall when it encounters blood. Instead, it inhales all the blood into the sword.

"Drink blood sword, clear spring, three feet and two inches, blood sacrifice thousands of people hundreds of years ago, pick the top of the mountain dyed blood black iron, cast in the top of Fuji, please Zhao Jun's advice!" Matsumoto Musashi's long sword, which was just like Wang Qingquan's, turned red in the twinkling of an eye. A frenzied sense of killing was immediately diffused. The sense of killing was like the howling of thousands of fierce ghosts.

Matsumoto Musashi's sword is clearly an evil sword. If ordinary people hold this sword, they will become crazy immediately stimulated by the evil intention on it. But now this sword is suppressed by Matsumoto Musashi's heart and driven by the will of the sword, and becomes a fierce weapon.With this evil soldier here, what kind of magic sword, village official, one of the ten famous swords, Shenguo pill, is not worth mentioning at all. They have to submit to the assimilation before this sword.

It seems that the sword was sealed before, but it was stained with Matsumoto Musashi's blood, and the seal dissipated immediately, directly revealing the essence of no evil soldier. With this evil soldier, Matsumoto Musashi's strength has increased by at least three layers out of thin air. Seeing this sword, Zhao Fugui's eyes are dignified.

"What a fierce sword!" Zhao Fugui looked at the blood drinking sword Qingquan and said in a deep voice.

"If Zhao Jun has a weapon, he can take it out!" Matsumoto Musashi said faintly, drinking the blood sword in hand, Matsumoto Musashi immediately restored the essence of the mighty sword saint, he did not pay attention to Zhao Fugui, his eyes seemed to have gone beyond Zhao Fugui, projected to ye Tiannan, the mythical Chinese god of war, who was far away in China.

"There was a sword sage in China, who defeated Yue Jia 3000 with three feet of bamboo. A few decades ago, there was the Supreme Master of kendo, the Supreme Master of three swords who killed the great master of triple heaven. Matsumoto Musashi, although I'm not a great master of Chinese Kendo, I've learned a few swords. Today I'll let you know how far you are from the sword sage! " Zhao Fugui said slowly.