Chapter 102： Swordmaster?

Chapter 102 Swordmaster?

“The sword pavilion has not been developed recently, please don’t come close!”

"Who? Is there an invitation to invite?"

Kyle was just near the grand main entrance of the Swordsmanship Hall. The black warrior was particularly conspicuous. The two white kimonos and the wooden swords with the wooden swords at the doorstep stepped forward and reached out to intercept the vigilance.

"Tell your owner." Kyle smiled and didn't stop to walk up the steps. He said calmly: "That said. US Kyle, come to challenge."

US imperial Kyle?

The two young men took a breath of air and looked at each other, and each other's faces were full of horror.

After all, it was only one night, so that the entire Tokyo was like a magnitude 10 earthquake, causing panic in the country, the legendary ‘devil’ man.

The Emperor of Japan’s emperor publicly condemned his crimes last night. Countless armed soldiers are conducting a comprehensive search in the Tokyo metropolitan area. As a result, such an uninvited guest came to their Jianpai pavilion.

Kyle kept the unhurried pace. Every step forward, the two access control youths stepped back a few steps. When he went to the main entrance, the door-to-door rushed into the hall and panicked and shouted:

"It's the American Kel! He is here!"

"The demons who destroyed the air base and threatened the emperor last night came to us!"

"Come on!!"

But for a little while, inside the pavilion, dozens of young swordsmen dressed up by young disciples, holding a sharp sword, kicked the raft.

But they rushed to Kyle's three-meter range, and the group stopped their steps. The face was calm and alert and did not dare to approach. The sword was kept at a safe distance.

Kyle didn't look at them, and he walked involuntarily and calmly. He moved in the siege of the sword and quickly entered the main hall of the main hall.

There are more and more disciples around us, rising from dozens to hundreds of people. Kyle is surrounded by inside and outside, but no one is following the move.

Fortunately, the hall of the pavilion is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people while practicing swordsmanship. The wooden floor is as clean as new. The inner walls are equipped with wooden swords. The middle is a huge plaque written in ink.

‘God’s ignorance’

As a present, one of the cornerstones of the Bushido, the sacred mind of the high-end swordsmanship level, can be ranked in the top ten in the kendo genre passed down by Risang. Although it is not the strongest in the industry, it is the largest number of disciples. The authority of the kendo genre.

Nowadays, during the war, there are still inner disciples in the pavilion, there are hundreds of people!

"Let's let it go, let the challenged guests come in."

Under the crowd of people, Kyle walked into the hall of the pavilion, and had not looked at the inner condition carefully. There was an old and full-bodied voice in the hall.

The swordsman disciples dressed in hundreds of uniform white kimonos heard the words, and they shouted openly, letting them open up enough space.

At this time, Kyle finally saw the inner scene. It can be seen that a kendo suit is sitting in the center of the floor of the main hall, and a beautiful kimono woman is sitting on the side.

"You are the martial art master of the sect of the sect of the gods now?" Kyle looked down and showed a disappointing expression, which made the surrounding hundreds of swordsmen disciples face anger.

This intruder is really crazy! Tsang-Tsang, who doesn't know the ‘swordsman’, is old and not dying. The sword master is the ten adult youths who are going to be put down with a wooden sword.

"Guests come from afar, really is to challenge?" Swordsman did not have the slightest anger, a master of the master's style, asked softly.

"It's very simple. I want to erase the name of your sectless genre today. Of course, you are only the first one. There are more than forty martial arts schools representing the Bushido in Tokyo, and I will get rid of them." Kyle shrugged and said that it was like doing something very easy and normal.

"Guest's killing atmosphere is very heavy, and the tone is not small." Swordsman waved his hand, the woman on the side read his meaning, and gracefully got up and took a sword with a shelf under the plaque. The sheath of the knife was sent to his side.

Kyle did not stop, he would like to see, Risang esteemed the level of swordsmanship passed down.

The sword old Shi Shiran got up, the sharp knife was out of the sheath, and the cold light shone, pointing forward to Kyle. "You are an outsider who invaded our country. The challenger of the pavilion. First threatened the Emperor, and now wants to destroy hundreds of people." The sword genre of the year, since you are here, don't want to leave here!"

Kyle didn't hear the threat. He glanced around the hundreds of swordsmen and suggested that "Is it better than you?"

The old sword is stagnant, the hands are clenched with the hilt of the knife, and the slender, deep eyes are with cold eyes. "Do you look down on me?!"

Kyle shook his head and explained: "I am not just looking down on you. I am looking down at everyone present."

When the words came out, hundreds of swordsmen in the hall were almost angry with the sword and rushed over. The reason why they didn’t rush out was that the old man couldn’t help but shoot!

I saw the sprint of the old sword kicked forward, the speed is faster than the healthy young man, and when I approached the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, the pedaling jumped up.

Others are in the air, and the hands are pumping upwards, and the sword is swiftly slammed down. The sharp blade is crossed by a semi-circular arc, and Kyle must be split in half from the top of the head!

The old speed of the sword is too fast, and the smooth movement of the sword is clean and neat, and all the disciples in the hall exclaimed with excitement. The kimono woman also has a smile.

Also true. Kyle was motionless, as if he was frightened by the sword attack of the old sword, and he could not escape the meaning of the fallen sword.

The swordsman disciples looked at it and almost fantasized in their minds: the other body's body was symmetrically divided into two halves, and the visceral blood sprinkled a **** scene.

Under the eyes of everyone's expectations, the sword's old knife is with a cold shadow, and at the moment of the moment of touching, Kyle's right hand lifts out with lightning, and the thumb and index finger hold the tip of the sword...

The knife fell on the right palm of the Zhenjin arm guard and the venom leather protection. Even the sound did not rise. The sharpness of the previous second was so inexplicably stopped.

Empty hand into the white blade? No, this is a strange and chaotic scene that is better than thousands of tricks.

The disciples and disciples all looked at it, and the silent drop of the hall of the hall was audible.

More shocking, count the old sword at this time. He couldn't help but look at the right hand that caught his knife. He was so angry and afraid that he could hold the hilt and use all his strength. He still couldn't take the knife out of Kyle's hand.

"How do you, how did you do it?" The old sword stunned and loosened the knife. You must know that he had been practicing high-speed sniping for decades, but the tree with big wrists can be easily cut off!

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Kyle said indifferently in Japanese, this distance he has already understood, the so-called sword old body, there is only a rare green ability card [true Shinto no mind sword mastery].

"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, hitting his left fist forward, punching with the wind and hunting, and quickly fell on the slightly thin body of the sword.

Human twelve times the boxing!

‘Hey! ’

Like a car that was driven by a high speed, the old squadron flew out of the kite, and the body rolled over a parabola in the hall, and fell heavily on the plaque that was ten meters away.

(End of this chapter)