Cut with one sword.

First cut down the enemy's force, then break the enemy's body.

However, the moment he sensed it, Fujikawa suddenly let out a cold snort, causing the information Lin Mosheng perceived to fluctuate violently, as if it had been cut off in the middle by a sword blade.

This is the ultimate level of neon swordsmanship.

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng who was retreating rapidly and laughed.

Fujikawa Kazuya shouted lowly.

Lin Mosheng, who was originally careless, suddenly made a move when no one expected it.

Lin Mosheng took the battle card and raised it in his hand, as if it slapped all the swordsmen in the face.

He roared with hatred, even spitting regardless of his image.

"Why, you don't dare to accept the challenge even though you have given it to me?"

A Taoist who was playing chess suddenly paused while holding the white chess piece between his fingers.

Even before the sword light came, Fujikawa felt the terrifying death intention.

The terrifying power fused his flesh, blood, and bones together, and his body suddenly became three feet shorter.

He pointed at the two long and terrifying wounds on his chest, "Although the old man just now was not a very good character, he still played the sword-handle style well. He almost hacked me to death, and left two infuriating wounds.

The uncomfortable sword intention is just an old dog."

Lin Mosheng had no idea of ​​explaining. He clapped his hands and said, "That's a good suggestion. In a few days, I will go to Kyoto along the river and I will definitely help you kill a few more swordsmen."

He still remembered that the other party clearly could kill him, but he deliberately left this scar just to keep him alive day and night.

Lin Mosheng shook the long knife in his hand, "So you are barking like an old dog now? By the way, who left that wound on your heart? It's quite artistic!"

Sword cuts, bullet penetration wounds, and even bomb fragments embedded wounds.

"President Fujikawa!"

It was as if there was a big bronze bell hidden in his chest, causing everyone to pause for a long time.

Lin Mosheng shook the 'Vajra Heavenly Blessing' in his hand and glanced at Kamiyama Sachi, "Is this the determination you mentioned? Sure enough, trash is trash, and you still want to be the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi with your abilities?"

The emperor lives among them, fighting with every step and step!

The terrifying death energy condensed, as if a ray of starlight condensed on the 'Vajra Heaven' in Lin Mosheng's hand.

He opened up his loose kimono, and there were no tattoos on his back that symbolized his status.

This is the highest secret of Beichen Yidao style.

After all, even if a real great swordsman killed two swordsmen in a row, and was killed by his own grandfather, leaving his sword intention behind, there is absolutely no way that there would be no damage at all. Even if the opponent is still standing, it can be regarded as a miracle.

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Saitogawa's expression changed twice, "No."

Skill:

Beichen Yidao Ryu LVmax, Heart Sword LV2,?

Before Lin Mosheng could continue to test, a force as sharp as a blade locked onto him.

flaw!

Everyone's eyes were filled with ecstasy.

Lin Mosheng couldn't help but complain.

Facts have proved that the result will always be on the side of the strong.

However, the consumption of his energy, blood, and spirit is unimaginable!

The majestic sound of Zen singing rang out from Lin Mosheng's chest.

The two sword marks scattered at the moment when the [Fudo Myooh Body] was about to be shattered, unable to penetrate the bones, let alone damage the internal organs.

Okuyama Nenryu·The lion subdues the demon!

"Moo!"

When he talked about being happy, he laughed twice to himself, as if Lin Mosheng was already a neon man.

Swordsmen surrounded Masao Fujikawa's body one by one, their eyes were red, and they looked at Lin Mosheng with hatred, and their lips turned white and trembled.

Name: Masao Fujikawa

Although Fujikawa was proficient in Chinese, he did not understand Lin Mosheng's words, "What?"

Squirting?

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng, but he was no longer the respected and amiable president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation.

Compared with this sword intention, the twenty or thirty years of practice of Shiro Shiro and Miyamoto Ichiryu in early spring are like toddlers who have just learned to walk.

He secretly used [Yi Yan] to find out the data of the old man in front of him.

I, Lin Mosheng, am with the Billion Key Immortal!

Sure enough, when you are with a beast, you can't talk about heroes cherishing heroes!

She is unscrupulous and has no so-called humility at all, just like a shrew fighting in the street.

Then he snapped and said with a smile, "Maoshan Dao owes me a favor."

Seven steps.

Superior yoga techniques control the muscles to surge like living creatures, sealing the wounds, leaving two long, narrow and terrifying sword marks.

Two slender sword marks were slashed diagonally from Lin Mosheng's chest, penetrating the blood armor and piercing the flesh, but stopped in front of the [Fudo Mingou Body] that was integrated with the pale gold and bones.

Fujikawa put down the crutches in his hands, took off his haori as he walked down the steps, "It's a pity that you can't go to Kyoto."

"Moo!"

However, 80,000 good deeds are worth it!

Lin Mosheng glanced at the corpse of Fujikawa, who was almost a dwarf, and sighed, "You want to be a good person just after you put down the butcher knife? How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world?"

This is the sword of the heart, which condenses the sword's will and turns it into an invisible sword that can truly cut the heart.

Saitogawa seized the opportunity, took one step forward, and roared angrily, like a lion roaring.

The sharp sword energy led him to bite Lin Mosheng like a lion.

I can also explain Neon Kendo.

Iron Clothes Mastery·[Iron Wall], burns a drop of blood and increases physical defense by 100%.

Looking at the remaining swordsmen, "Everyone, since it was a fair duel and President Fujikawa deserved his death, those who want revenge, please accept my advice and don't act like a coward and insult Neon Kendo."

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"hold head high!"

"You are affected by [Turtle and Snake Sword Intention], and the basic attributes of your body are reduced, strength -2, constitution -2, and spirit -4."

There was a carefree look in his eyes.

As he finished speaking, his peak energy and energy dropped back.

However, the smoke was no longer frivolous, but turned into a thin layer of red armor, covering Lin Mosheng's body.

With just one knife, you can overcome all kinds of changes.

Thousands of miles away, in Fujikawa's heart, the poisonous snake-like sword intent that had been entrenched day and night did not eat his flesh and blood like before. Instead, it exploded instantly, like a wild dragon out of its gate.

‘Vajra Heaven’ fell with Beidou’s will to die, and Lin Mosheng roared, “Death!”

"Or is it that you have unique tastes and like to see your own women singing and moaning in bed in exchange for the living of you cowards?"

The dark sinful red light is extremely dazzling.

He slowly positioned his sword and said, "Please enlighten me."

Lin Mosheng glanced at Saitokawa and said seriously, "I am really spending a lot of money now."

Psychophysical (?)

talent:

The totem behind him seemed to come alive.

The giant black tiger and the five-clawed dragon took off, and the two ferocious beasts roared, shattering Saito River's proud sound of lions subduing demons.

The next moment, everyone looked at him in disbelief.

Golden arms stretched out from Lin Mosheng's back, transforming into a six-foot-long golden body. King Ming opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of anger.

Today, he not only wants to kill the swordsman, but also kills the spirit of the swordsman here for twenty years!
Chapter completed!