Chapter 791: Xeon Swordsmanship

Chapter 792: The Strongest Swordsmanship

"Zhuo Bufan, you forced me and you to die endlessly. Even if I try my best today, I will kill you here and wash away my shame with your blood."

Miyamoto Jiro's list was about to split, and his pupils had completely turned into a sea of ​​blood.

His hair began to stretch and grow, and it stopped growing after reaching the waist, but the hair that was originally black gradually turned white from the roots, and the skin on Miyamoto Jiro's body also looked like a leaking balloon. , Began to dry up, covered with deep wrinkles.

At the same time, he has also gradually turned from a middle-aged man with vigorous blood to an old man, but even so, the breath that he exudes has been constantly climbing, and finally reached a point of zero. stop.

At this time, although Miyamoto Jiro had recovered his old man's appearance, the true vitality of his body had increased several times more than before, and an inexplicable and powerful pressure swept away from him.

Even the guests who had fled and stood a hundred meters away felt a tremendous amount of pressure.

"Is that a swordsman?" A warrior among the crowd suddenly widened his eyes and looked behind Jiro Miyamoto.

Zhuo Bufan looked over in the same way, but saw an illusory figure on Jiro Miyamoto's body. The figure was about two feet tall. With his eyes closed, he was wearing the armor of a warlord of the Warring States Period with a waist ring. Wearing a big sword, if you look carefully, the appearance of the big sword is not exactly the same as the black Qiushui in Jiro Miyamoto's hand.

"Miyamoto Musashi?"

Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself.

As a legendary figure in the Kendo League, Miyamoto Musashi has left behind some portraits, and even now there are some pictures of him hanging in the kendo halls. Therefore, all those who practice martial arts in the crowd will see this phantom. Kneeling on the ground excitedly.

Miyamoto Jiro exhausted all his energy and true essence, and actually summoned the Sword Sage Miyamoto Musashi?

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. Miyamoto Musashi had been dead for hundreds of years. Moreover, Miyamoto Musashi's master of kendo was not a yin and yang spell. It is impossible for the soul to remain in the world for hundreds of years without disappearing.

Soon, Zhuo Bufan noticed the black autumn water, which was a weapon used by Miyamoto Musashi. When the martial arts will and the weapon are combined, they will leave their own marks in the weapon.

Similar to Zhuo Bufan's Ice Emperor Rain Sword, after following him for a long time, his breath will remain on the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

As for the figure behind Miyamoto Jiro wearing the armor of the Sangoku Warring States period, it should be the mark left by Miyamoto Musashi in the black autumn water, but it was awakened by Miyamoto Jiro’s special secret method, and it is in the martial arts of Arashi country. The function of "God Fighting" is relatively similar.

The phantom wore a black Sang Kingdom Warring States armor, and a crown of moon and sun on his forehead. The whole phantom exuded extremely powerful force.

The opponent has been dead for hundreds of years, and he can still retain his mark. His martial arts achievements are horrifying. It is no wonder that he is a famous swordsman in the Sword League.

"But even if Miyamoto Musashi arrives, it's not my opponent, let alone a remnant left behind." Zhuo Bufan shook his head, his eyes indifferent.

"presumptuous."

Miyamoto Jiro gave a cold sigh, and at the same time the phantom that had closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and two golden light beams shot out straight past Zhuo Bufan.

In Zhuo Bufan's pupils, two golden glows were also shot out. The two golden glows collided together, silently, but everyone who was a hundred meters away felt a headache, it was just a shock of mental power.

"Zhuo Bufan, it is your honor to die in the hands of my ancestors today." Jiro Miyamoto said coldly while holding the black autumn water.

The tall phantom behind him seemed to have become his shadow, and he also raised the illusory black autumn water in his hand. The two seemed to merge into one. At this time, the breath of Miyamoto Jiro's body skyrocketed again.

Many warriors knelt down, with a feeling of awe.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Miyamoto Jiro, the true strength of the sword saint should be in the late stage of foundation building, but Miyamoto Jiro is still a little short, at most he has the power of a half saint, but even the strength of a half saint also makes Zhuo Bufan Feel a pressure.

Om...

The Ice Emperor Rain Sword and Dragon Fish in their hands also shivered and screamed, seeming very excited.

"Good buddy, fight with me."

Miyamoto Jiro poured all the true essence of his body into the black autumn water madly, the whole knife buzzed and trembled, and the color became pitch black like ink, more simple and ordinary, as if you can buy it everywhere in tourist attractions. Sword jewelry is average.

He solidified his true essence infinitely in the black autumn water, without a trace of movement or waste, and condensed his true essence on a single point. Although there is no great momentum, the power in it is unimaginable. .

"Budo Mirror."

Miyamoto Jiro opened his mouth slightly.

Martial Art is a book once written by Miyamoto Musashi. It contains his own knowledge and understanding of martial arts, as well as the imagination and pursuit of a deeper level. It is almost all his martial arts will, and it is also the most powerful sword. law.

The martial arts will, the true essence, and the martial arts are almost in one, swallowing the light of the sun and the moon, and a huge cloud of clouds has covered the sky of Watanabe Village, unknowingly.

Miyamoto Jiro's white hair flew back wildly, like a **** and demon.

Even Zhuo Bufan must treat that annihilation cautiously, but even so, there is a stubborn flame jumping in the boy's pupils. It was formed by his hard work for three hundred years and the hardships of life and death. The tenacity and fortitude.

Zhuo Bufan was holding the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, and two frosty glows appeared in his pupils. After a while, his complexion returned to calm, he drew his sword and jumped up, leaping for thirty meters purely relying on the strength of his body.

"Succumbed to death."

In the same way, Miyamoto Jiro has already accumulated energy, this is his strongest sword, and jumps up to the top like destroying the world.

In the sky covered by dark clouds, a black sword light and a silver sword light cut through the sky, and pulled out traces tens of meters long behind the owner.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword with his sword eyebrows flying, his eyes with unrelenting determination.

Miyamoto Jiro squeezed the black autumn water, his eyes were blood-red, like a **** or devil.

The two swords collided together, and a powerful shock ring spread hundreds of meters, the wind whistled and the clouds moved, the vegetation was flying, and even people a hundred meters away swept the ground with a violent breath.

The ground underneath him was crushed by the leaked ability, and it cracked into spider-like cracks, which stretched for a hundred meters, as if it had been bombed by a cannonball.