"Tiba Tengyong, why do you want to learn kendo?"

This is a swordsman venue, and it is a child's Tuo Tengyong kneels on the ground. In front of him is an old man wearing mahjong clogs and sharp-eyed eyes.

"To be a good samurai!"

"wrong!!"

Bang, the bamboo sword was hit, and the pain was so severe that the Tufang Tengyong was even more unforgettable, but the old man's eyes were: "Samurai should be fearless of life and death, and the swordsman should be united in one's heart, and nothing else! This is also the ultimate mystery of our Wuming River!"

At this moment, the old man's figure looked so lonely: "One day, after you can abandon life and death, honor, and even the identity of a warrior, you will truly appreciate the essence of Wuming Flow!"

Bang!

In reality, Tuofang Tengyong took more than ten steps back, and his hands were almost numb.

Even though he is a swordsman of a generation, he is already middle-aged, and there is no great power of ghosts and gods blessed by Wu Ming with magic!

The ultimate "power" that was condensed just now, the killing god with one sword was already the peak of his life, and the sum of murderous aura he had accumulated in the past twenty years!

One round of energy will fade again and then disappear three times!

Now, his physical strength is falling from his peak and he is no longer in his previous state.

More importantly, Wu Ming on the opposite side would not give him a chance to adjust.

‘Are you going to die?’

Tuoka Tengyu murmured in his heart, and suddenly he turned firm: "Even if he abandons life and death, abandons dignity and the name of a warrior, I will defeat you!"

At this moment, he finally abandoned his fear of life and death, his stubbornness towards the honor of warriors, and even...abandoned himself!

And in this dark state, Tuofang Tengyong suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret technique that Wu Nianliu had never understood appeared in his heart in an instant.

"The position of the mysterious floating bird!"

Tu Fang Teng Yong's heart was as calm as water for a moment, or rather, his heart had already flown out of his body, combining with some extreme power in the entire world.

This power was so great that he suddenly escaped from the unfavorable state, acted as a swordsman, and slowly took out his sword.

Hurry!

The waves were surging, and there seemed to be a long chirping of seagulls on it.

"Um?"

In this moment, a deserted sea seemed to appear in front of Wu Ming, with turbulent waves, wind and snow, and floating birds surfing and flying high!

The floating bird finally turned into a sword light and appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

"Master!"

Kenichi Panasonic, Shota Panasonic and others were shocked, and even abandoned the honor of the samurai and stood up to draw their swords one by one.

bite!

After the crisp sound, the two figures suddenly merged and separated.

"I'm fine!"

Wu Ming stood slowly on the spot, looking at the opening on his chest, a large road cut on his five-colored robe, and his face looked quite ugly.

"The lord is prosperous in martial arts and is invincible in the world!"

Seeing the appearance of Tuoba Tengyong falling to the ground opposite the Lord, the outcome was clear at a glance, which made Shota Matsushita and others bowed happily.

‘If it weren’t for the five-colored robe this time, I would have been injured…’

Wu Ming thought to himself that he was a real person, a cultivator, and it would be strange if he did not use magic weapons when dealing with swordsmanship and warriors.

But I didn't expect that the other party would be able to break through in the end, causing his five-colored robe to be damaged very lightly.

At this time, I came to Tengyong Tuofang and looked at the bleeding wound on the other party, and there were charred traces of wind and thunder around him: "What else do you want to say?"

"I really want to..."

At this time, Tsubaki Fujiyong's eyes were slightly shining: "It seems like I'm back to my hometown, going to see the cherry blossoms, and... drinking the samurai tea she made..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he had no choice but to fall.

His head tilted and he immediately fell into complete darkness.

...

I don't know how long it has passed.

Tuofang Tengyong opened his eyes again: "Is this... the Kingdom of Heaven?"

It seemed like a dungeon around it, dark and wet, but there was dark brown blood on the stone platform beneath it, which had already dried up, as if it was full of endless hideousness and resentment.

"It seems... a person like me cannot be able to be saved and become a Buddha after death. Could this be the country of the Netherworld Shura..."

"Wrong, you're still alive!"

Wu Ming's figure slowly walked over, carrying a evil temperament that he had never before: "Tell me, who was instructing you to come here?"

Although it is normal for this swordsman to come to avenge his disciples, it is reasonable and reasonable, but Wu Ming still feels something is wrong.

"Speak it out quickly, otherwise I will destroy your thoughtless flow!"

At this time, he naturally didn't need to hide it.

"With the power of the Ghost Palace, I do have the ability to destroy Wumingliu. But it's my own wish that I came here... Hasegawa Zaemon is my beloved disciple..."

Tuoba Tengyong wanted to struggle, but found that his body below his head had lost consciousness, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"No lying?"

Wu Ming frowned: "Forget it, you'll say it sooner or later..."

When he recited a magic spell in his mouth, a white mist appeared, wriggling like a small snake, and he crawled into Tufang Tengyong's facial features.

"You...evil Yin-Yang Technique!"

Tuofang Tengyong's face turned red, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and was restrained. He had lost the condensed blood and spirit, and could not fight against Wu Ming's magic.

His eyes became heavier and he finally fell into darkness.

After a while, Wu Ming took back his palm pressed on the cover of Tufang Teng Yong Tianling, with a hint of confusion on his face: "After hearing the news, everything was normal for the information I bought from the ninja with a lot of money... But why do I always feel something is wrong?"

In his opinion, his reputation as Izumi Country will inevitably attract the attention of those who are interested.

And when this attention reached its peak, some temptations inevitably happened.

Although it seems normal, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no hostile reincarnation person in the middle.

After all, if he wants to set up a bait to catch him, he will not be so stupid. It is normal to go into battle and use other scapegoats directly.

"Forget it... Whether you are a scapegoat, a bad guy, or a simple Avenger, at least... it's still useful..."

Wu Ming looked at the other person's face and said thoughtfully.

This warrior already has a level three. Although it is purely a swordsman, he is essentially a strong man of the same level as him. With this essence, he is the best candidate for a shadow warrior.

"Well... I am a little old and have a little short figure, but this is not a problem. The corpse refining technique of the corpse refining sect can solve it..."

Then, he immediately looked at the pork gaze from the vegetable market and carefully glanced at Turtle Teng Yong.

"As for breath, you can plant a technique that uses my hair and blood to form on him... Well, I have to say that in this regard, Fusang's Yin-Yang technique is still useful..."

"The final control problem, how about piercing the Kyushu talisman into the sea of ​​consciousness? The hypnosis technique in ninjutsu seems to be used in conjunction with..."

During this period, Wu Ming did nothing.

In addition to the daily routine practice, through the relationship between Ito Kyohishu and ninja, he has obtained a large number of books on power of Onmyoji, ninja, and even kendo, to learn from his strengths and weaknesses and summarize the essence.

Now another good material is delivered to Wu Ming. Combined with the previous conception of the Shadow Warrior, a plan immediately emerged in Wu Ming's mind.

Do it as soon as you say it!

Wu Ming took out a knife, compared Tuofang Tengyong's face shape, and immediately made a hole in the other person's face without hesitation.

The creepy sound of shaves and bones is constantly coming. After half an hour, Wu Ming looked at his work and barely expressed satisfaction.

"And...is..."

He kept slashing a five-pointed magic circle on the other party's forehead, and then cut his fingers and let drops of blood penetrate into it.

"The Taiyin shines on the darkness, the Nine Netherworld Qi, listen to my orders, and be as urgent as the law!"

The low sound of spells kept ringing in the dungeon, and circles of dark and thick dark aura immediately wrapped the earth-shaking vine on the stone platform.

Crunch! Crunch!

Amid the sour sound of his teeth, his bones continued to grow, the wounds on his face began to heal, the flesh and blood spread, and his skin became plump and smooth, as if he had become twenty years younger in an instant.

At the same time, his face continued to change, gradually moving closer to Wu Ming's original deity.

"With a knife in my face... I always feel a wonderful feeling of discomfort..."

Wu Ming touched his face, then looked at the figure on the stone platform who looked more and more like his twin brothers, with a serious look on his face: "Well... although it can be fake and real... but it's still not as handsome as me!"

...

"Everyone!"
To be continued...