Chapter 999: Since ancient times, heroes are like beauties.

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Source Musashi!

Hearing this name, everyone in the venue was taken aback for a while, and after a long time, someone reacted and muttered: "Senior Kurosaki, what you are talking about... is it the legendary sword master who became famous a hundred years ago?"

In the world of Japanese swordsmanship, the sword master is the supreme title and the goal pursued by countless swordsmen throughout their lives.

As the saying goes, the king does not see the king!

In the same era, there can be countless people among swordsmen, but the title of "sword saint" can only be awarded by the strongest person.

Therefore, every generation of "Juggernaut" is the first person to be invincible in Kendo.

However, for the many powerful players present, the current Sword Saint Genus Musashi is a very strange name.

Because as early as a hundred years ago, Gen Musashi had already retired from the world and couldn't get out of closeness.

Since then, there has never been any news about him.

The entire Japanese martial arts world has forgotten that there is such a sword saint.

"Senior Kurosaki, don't you be confused anymore? That Sword Master has disappeared for a hundred years, maybe he will be dead for a long time! Even if he really lived to this day, he would be more than 150 years old. I am old, bloody, and withered, I am afraid I can't even hold the sword!" Someone questioned.

"presumptuous!"

Kurosaki shouted and refuted: "You ignorant juniors, who have never seen the mighty power of Gen Musashi-sama, dare to criticize yourself here? Gen Musashi-sama is the most amazing martial arts genius in the history of the country. He practiced sword at the age of six, and at the age of eighteen, he was already the strongest player in Dongying Kendo, defeated by all the heroes!

In order to pursue the ultimate in martial arts, he went to China again to fight against the strong, invincible and invincible! Within one year, he has broken the ninety-nine types of martial arts in China without fail in his career! When he returns, no one can pick him up in the huge Japanese country!

Later, Gen. Musashi became the emperor’s kendo teacher again, teaching kendo and art of war. The emperor gave him one of the three sacred weapons, the Sky Cong Yun Sword, and he was in the limelight for a while, even the great priest of Ise Jingu. He is respected! "

Hearing these words, everyone in the field showed shocked expressions, and their hearts were surging. They never expected that this infamous Juggernaut would have such a brilliant record back then.

"Senior Kurosaki, since Master Juggernaut is so powerful, why do you want to retreat?" someone asked.

"The specific reason is that no one knows except Master Swordsman himself! However, some people speculate that he is practising a peerless swordsmanship, so he can't retreat! Once he is trained, it will be enough to shake the world and the gods will block the gods, and the Buddhas will block the Buddhas. !" Kurosaki explained.

"But... Since Master Juggernaut can't get out of retreat, even if we dig three feet, we can't find his old man!"

"Don't worry about this!" Kurosaki said firmly, "My master is the best friend of Master Juggernaut, and knows where he retreats!"

When everyone heard the words, there was unconcealable ecstasy in their eyes, as if they saw the straw.

...

The next day.

Brought by Kurosaki, more than a dozen martial arts experts came to a valley near Izu Plateau.

After traveling all the way, I finally found a hidden natural cave. The space inside was cramped, the light was dim, and the long-term deposits made the cave full of stalactites and stalagmites. On the top of the cave, there were countless bats hanging upside down, which was terrifying.

"This is Wanbat Cave, we have reached our destination!"

Kurosaki shouted excitedly, and then accelerated his pace, followed by others.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the group of people finally reached the deepest part of the cave, and a huge boulder appeared in sight.

On the boulder, there was a haggard figure sitting.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

At the next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Looking intently, I saw that the man was wearing a shabby gray shirt with dust on it, as if he hadn't been cleaned for hundreds of years.

The old face was covered with wrinkles, a ruthless imprint left by the years, his eyes closed tightly, motionless, like a stone statue, blending with the surrounding world.

The aura on his body is extremely weak, like a candle swaying in the violent wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

No one can associate this dying old man with the legendary swordsman who is invincible and overwhelming for a lifetime.

For a while, the faces of many warriors showed disappointment.

In their opinion, the source Musashi in front of them is impossible to defeat Ye Beichen!

Anyone in the field can beat him.

...

At this time, Kurosaki walked quickly to the front of the boulder, raised his head, and said in an unusually respectful voice: "Katori Shinto descendant-Kurosaki, pay homage to Lord Sword Master!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man on the boulder opened his eyes slightly, and slowly said: "It's Little Kurosaki...cough cough...I haven't seen it in a hundred years..."

His voice was intermittent, and every word seemed to exhaust all his energy.

Hearing the name "Little Kurosaki", the faces of everyone else in the venue showed a strange look.

You know, Kurosaki is also a hundred years old. He is a senior in the martial arts world of the country. When an ordinary swordsman sees him, he has to bow to his junior. Who dares to call him that?

However, Sword Sage Gen Musashi said so, but it is appropriate.

"You come to me...cough cough...what's the matter?" the old man asked.

"Master Juggernaut, we are not talented, we have not been able to keep the glory of the Japanese martial arts! This time I came here to ask you to come out and deal with a Chinese warrior!" Kurosaki explained.

"Huaxia Warrior?" Gen Musashi raised his tone slightly.

"Master Juggernaut, you went to China back then to break through ninety-nine kinds of martial arts, and established the prestige of immortality! This time, a powerful Chinese man was born, named Ye Beichen, who violated our country! The martial arts combined with the gods, a sword triggered a tsunami, and bloodbathed many sects. Even the three major kendos and the two great Ninja clan were destroyed in his hands!"

"Oh?"

This time, Yuan Musashi's voice finally caused a little disturbance, saying: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years! You came to me, just want me to deal with that Ye Beichen?"

"Yes!"

Kurosaki Yuo said: "Master Swordsman, you are our only hope. If you don't go out of the mountain, no one can stop Ye Beichen's steps, and the Japanese martial arts world will fall! By then, we will all be sinners, I am afraid we can only cut our belly. Suicide!"

Speaking of this, Kurosaki Yufu paused, and continued: "Master Sword Master, it is rumored that you are here in retreat to practice a supreme swordsmanship! If you are against Shang Ye Beichen, what chance do you have?"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone in the room looked at Gen Musashi with extremely expectant eyes.

Even if Gen Musashi looks like a dead old man, they still hold the last glimmer of hope and look forward to a miracle!

Under the attention of everyone, Gen Musashi slowly said:

"The old man has been sitting here for a hundred years, and for a hundred years... he has never held a sword!"

...

As soon as this statement came out, there was silence in the venue.

Including Yuuo Kurosaki, the faces of many warriors showed incredible expressions, and they couldn't believe their ears.

After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, and then, a desperate mood filled everyone's hearts.

Even a genius with amazing talents, if you don't put in effort, will eventually be stunned.

For a swordsman, if you don’t swing a sword for a day, you will feel guilty. If you don’t swing a sword in a month, your swordsmanship will become rusty. If you don’t swing a sword for a year, your strength will plummet.

But now Gen Musashi said that he hadn't held a sword in a hundred years, so his current strength might have degraded to the level of an ordinary person, and he was even not as good as a novice who had just practiced a sword!

Since ancient times, heroes are like beauties.

No one could imagine that the domineering God of War of the East would fall to this point.

At this moment, a Scarfaced Swordsman sneered and said: "Cut! What a **** swordsman, but a man who has gained a reputation!"

"Bold! Don't be rude to Juggernaut, hurry up and apologize!" Kurosaki yelled.

However, the Scarfaced Swordsman looked arrogant, looked up at the source Musashi on the boulder, and yelled: "This horrible old man with no power to bind the chicken has tarnished the name of the'sword saint', so I should replace it. !"

As he said, a bit of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Scarfaced Swordsman, and he pulled out the long sword around his waist and performed an unbelievable Juhe Slash.

"Huh!"

The refined sword aura was three feet long, tearing through the sky, and splitting towards the top of Gen Musashi's head, as if to split him into two.

Facing this attack without warning, the warrior next to him had no time to stop him, and could only watch the tragedy happen.

At this very moment, describing the withered Gen Musashi, suddenly opened his eyes.

Abnormal, sudden!