Chapter 782: True strength

Chapter 783: True Strength

"Grandpa." An excitement gleamed in Watanabe's eyes.

Jiro Miyamoto squinted his eyes slightly, but in those eyes that squinted only a gap, there was an extremely sharp aura that kept shining and vomiting, as if an eagle confined in a cage finally broke through. Freed from the shackles and regained freedom.

Miyamoto Jiro raised his right hand with a broad palm, full of vitality and strength. His palm was slightly bent, and a blazing flame suddenly appeared in his palm. The blazing flame was as large as a soybean. It is extremely scary.

Although Saki Watanabe does not have the talent for martial arts, he is a descendant of Miyamoto Musashi, the **** of war, so he has some understanding of Kuo’s martial arts. Seeing the white flames floating in his grandfather’s palms, he couldn’t help it. His eyes widened, and he said in horror:

"Infuriating fire, grandpa, did you break through the last level?" Watanabe Saki said excitedly, even his voice trembling.

Miyamoto Jiro's palm was firmly grasped, and the white flame was completely dissipated, and then he sighed slightly, "I have sat in the temple for the past 20 years, and I have been sitting in the temple and enlightenment. In fact, it was as early as ten years ago. I'm sure to break away from Shiyou's curse."

"Then why are you?" Watanabe Saki showed a puzzled expression.

"You want to ask me why I haven't got rid of his curse, but stayed in the Asakusa clan?" Miyamoto Jiro said with a cold smile.

"If I use my power to break free from his curse, I am afraid I will have the opportunity to break through the final stage and become the true sword god." Jiro Miyamoto said lightly: "I have been waiting for this opportunity to break free from the curse. You can use this as an opportunity to help me enter the realm of the sword god."

Only then did Saki Watanabe understand, and said in surprise:

"Then, in the future, our Watanabe family can rise to the top of the Sanhe Group? The entire Sang country can't find ten people who can enter the way of the sword god."

"wrong."

Miyamoto Jiro's eyebrows suddenly condensed, and he shook his head and said, "The true sword **** of the Sang Kingdom plus I should have only four people. As for the sword **** in your mouth, such as Shanye Ichidao and his ilk are just the sword sect, it's just the sword god. It hasn't appeared in everyone's eyes for too long, and everyone has forgotten the true strength of the Sword God."

Saki Watanabe was shocked again.

Sang is very famous for his swordsmanship. As for the sword god, he is the top figure in swordsmanship, but even such a character can't survive the erosion of the years. In the shogunate era, swordsmanship was the only one, and there have been more than a dozen famous swordsman masters.

It was only later that due to historical reasons, generations of sword gods fell one after another. Rumors about the sword **** were only circulated in the martial arts world. As for the true sword god, no one has actually seen it.

Now that the top ten sword gods selected by the Sword League, it is obvious that although the martial arts are high and strong, in fact, the swordsman is nothing more.

Saki Watanabe bowed down respectfully, "Congratulations to Grandpa for becoming a new generation of sword god, so that our Watanabe family will be proud of the world in the future and be one of the four major families."

"But now there is one more important thing that I need to do. Ishiyu's breath has completely dissipated." Miyamoto Jiro frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the Asakusa Dojo, and slightly opened his lips.

Sashu Watanabe's sword-like eyebrows were raised slightly, "Could it be that Zhuo Bufan has already been wiped out by the stone."

"Yeah. It's really a pity that I didn't commit suicide and drop the stone tour, but now it's extraordinary, it's good to declare that I was born." Miyamoto Jiro finished speaking, staring slightly ahead, two bright rays of light on the pupils. Hidden in it.

At this moment, Miyamoto Jiro's momentum suddenly became sharper, as if he was about to leap out of the scabbard, and the whole person seemed to have become a sharp sword.

And in this not-so-large quiet room, a large sword lying on a mahogany knife holder in a smooth crescent shape buzzed, making a clear sound, trembling constantly.

Zizi...

On the oddly shaped knife holder, because of the trembling of the sword, some red and strange runes appeared. These runes floated on the knife holder with a strange and simple feeling, and these runes extended on the knife holder. Strips of red lightning came out, as if combined into a chain, trapping Taito in it.

"Who is not fighting!"

Miyamoto Jiro gave a soft sigh, stretched out his right palm, and held his five fingers empty. The Taito on the knife rest trembled violently again, and the sound from it became even sharper. In the end, the shackles of the red thunder and lightning that were originally wrapped around Taito snapped.

Tachi and the scabbard flew into Miyamoto Jiro's palm, and was held tightly by Miyamoto Jiro's fingers. Tachi uttered a joyous call, as if it was a declaration of freedom from rebirth.

"Grandpa, this knife?" Watanabe Saki's eyes widened.

Miyamoto Jiro took a deep breath and took a deep breath. The corner of his mouth slightly raised a proud arc, "Yes, this sword is one of the famous swords used by the ancestor Miyamoto Musashi,'Black Autumn Water', Sangokuni One of the top ten famous swords. But it has been sealed by the ancestors, and now I can break through the realm of the sword **** to let it surrender to me."

"Good buddy, accompany me to kill."

After Miyamoto Jiro finished speaking, he stepped forward and left the quiet room.

Asakusa Dojo collapsed completely, Zhuo Bufan still stood in place, but he didn't rush to leave.

He was quietly feeling the changes of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind his spine. The dragon fish had swallowed the soul of Teng Snake and was digesting its energy, and the sword spirit and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword itself were already one body, the soul of the dragon fish. Began to become stronger, this is heralding the evolution of the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

"Can the Ice Emperor Rain Sword evolve into a treasure?"

There was a hint of excitement in Zhuo Bufan's pupils.

In the realm of comprehension, all kinds of magic weapons have corresponding levels. The lowest level is that magic weapons are divided into ranks one to nine, and then treasure tools, spiritual tools, fairy tools, divine tools, and sacred tools. However, the final sacred tools are too mysterious. Powerful, even Zhuo Bufan hasn't seen it before, and doesn't know if it will exist.

But despite this, since Zhuo Bufan came to Yu Lanxing, he has only seen magical weapons at most. If the Ice Emperor Rain Sword can evolve into a treasure, then he will have an extra strength and guarantee.

When the people kneeling outside the Asakusa Dojo saw the collapse of the dojo, they all showed horror and their faces were pale.

Although the Asakusa Dojo is not the most famous force in Sang Country, it is also one of the top martial arts forces. They have seen some'miracles' before, but they are now destroyed. This is an ominous sign.

When everyone was shocked and frightened, they suddenly saw a dark shadow passing through the air, and immediately stood on the top of the door of the dojo that had not collapsed. It was a man with a ponytail and a black samurai suit holding a The man with the black sword, he stood there, as if resisting the world.