Everything is destroyed in that huge fire. What burns endlessly is Miyamoto Musashi's nightmare, and Miyamoto Musashi's hatred and anger. He wants to take revenge, he wants to take revenge!

When he left Yin-Yang Valley, Miyamoto Musashi had already known who was the culprit of destroying Fusang. He was going to find that person and kill his life with his own blood. He wanted to take revenge! After staying in Fusang where the fire was burning for a day and a night, Miyamoto Musashi's whole body was burned, and his tough skin also had a dazzling redness.

But when he stepped out of the burnt Fusang, he had become an lonely and terrifying Avenger. At that moment, his cruel eyes were filled with endless hatred. At the exit of the Fusang border, Miyamoto Musashi met an investigation team sent by the great country Tang Zhao and a major case investigation team deployed by Dali Temple. Fusang is a gathering place for a small country village that belongs to Tang Zhao. It has been supported by Tang Zhao's coordination and legal agreement for a long time. In principle, it will be protected by Tang Zhao. This fire that burned Fusang will of course alarm the entire Tang Zhao Kingdom.

However, Miyamoto Musashi no longer cared about all this. Tang Zhao's men came too late. They appeared now and did nothing to do anything. It was meaningless... Fusang, but the people from the Dali Temple investigation team would obviously cross their eyes on him, on him, the person who came out of Fusang alive. The army quickly intercepted him, and the medical staff immediately stepped forward to observe his injuries. The investigator even surrounded him and interrogated him in various ways. But Miyamoto Musashi, who was full of blood and hatred, didn't want to pay any attention to him. He drew out his sword, swung several whirlwinds, and repelled everyone who was blocking him.

After the danger on the target was revealed, no one in the investigation team dared to step forward, but they stared at the survivor of Fusang and immediately verified his identity. Miyamoto Musashi, the ghost worker, Hiroshiro, the possessor of the Qiu Cliff, killed the swordsman master of the sword tomb sword demon, the famous Fusang Sword Saint in the world, and was also the only survivor who was discovered in the Fusang catastrophe. The investigation team did not dare to block Miyamoto Musashi's way, and only reported information about Fusang Hokage back to Dali Temple. From that day on, Miyamoto Musashi became the most serious suspect in the case of Fusang Hokage in Dali Temple, and also became the dangerous target of strict surveillance by senior officials of the Tang Zhao Kingdom.

With the sound legal system and the construction of a powerful Tang Zhao Kingdom, all the whereabouts of Miyamoto Musashi will be secretly monitored. Even with Di Renjie's consent, Dali Temple can quickly mobilize strong men to force the Miyamoto Musashi to round up Miyamoto Musashi. However, all this is not important to Miyamoto Musashi. Because he will no longer stay in Tang Zhao anymore. In order to revive Fusang's deep blood hatred, he will embark on a decisive lonely journey. He will go to Qin Chu!

At this moment, hatred had filled Miyamoto Musashi's hot heart, so much that he had put down the "No. 1 in the world" he had pursued for a long time. In order to avenge, he temporarily put down his sword. When he passed through the ancient rivers between the borders and the unknown Qin and Chu, two people were standing on the shore of the realm from afar, as if one of them had tall body, long limbs, covered with dark blue armor, and even his head was wrapped in a sharp battle helmet. He was silent but murderous intent appeared, looking like a very powerful warrior.

But he stood behind with a dark blue scythe in his hand, as if following, while another man in a white cloak stood quietly in front of him. The man was half a head shorter than the armored man behind him, and he was wrapped in a white cloak, and there was no image or breath.

The visitor is not good, this is Miyamoto Musashi's only judgment. On the foreign border that he has never set foot, Miyamoto Musashi will never trust anyone easily. Although he did not avoid going to the shore entrance, his hands had already pressed the sword at his waist tightly. "I have been waiting for you for a long time, the Fusang Sword Saint who is famous all over the world. We... have been waiting for you for a long time." Just as the raft under his feet leaned against the shore entrance, the man wrapped in a white cloak spoke. "Who are you?" Miyamoto Musashi stared at the strange foreigner in front of him and asked coldly. "We... are people who have the same purpose as you." The man wrapped in a white cloak said, and the armored man stood behind him, without saying a word.

"Same purpose - what purpose?" Miyamoto Musashi asked in a deep voice, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his left hand. As long as the other party had different expressions, he would immediately take action. "Of course it was your purpose for coming to Qin Chu-" The man wrapped in a white cloak paused for a moment, and then said the two words that shocked Miyamoto Musashi's eyes, "Revenge." "I came immediately after hearing the news from Tang Zhao Kingdom. I knew that even if Fusang was completely destroyed, you would definitely survive and step onto Qin Chu territory with the will of revenge." "Everything now is exactly the same as what I think." "Who are you?" Listening to the man's words,

Miyamoto Musashi's pupils condensed and asked again in a low voice. "I said, we are people who have the same purpose as you, and we are also people who seek revenge for Xu Fu!" "My name is Ying Zheng." When the voice fell, the man opened his jade-white cloak, revealing Zihui's silver and young and handsome face. Then, he stared at Miyamoto Musashi who came from afar with bright dragon-like pupils. Miyamoto Musashi also stared at the person in front of him, staring at his dragon-like eyes. After a moment of calmness, he stepped onto Qin Chu's territory and embarked on a resolute road of revenge. - When Miyamoto Musashi opened his eyes, he almost used all his strength.

Those nightmares-like flames had dissipated in the blink of an eye. Although it was only for the time being, he knew that the fire was his eternal nightmare. But everything was gone, whether it was blood hatred or revenge, and at this moment, the most important thing for him was to stand firm and live. Because he was the Fusang Sword Saint! The fire of memories forced Miyamoto Musashi to be the ultimate determination in the death ground. He stood on the ground, still in the awakened form of ghost warrior. Although the face of the evil ghost was twisting stiffly in pain, his heels were not shaken at all.

The dazzling crystal dust in the sky had fallen from the void. In the terrifying and gorgeous crystal sword dance, the ghost warrior Miyamoto suffered the damage of the crystal dust explosion in front of him, and thousands of tiny blood scars were cracked on his body. The blood fell on the red armor, and the tragic bright redness could not be seen, but his body was seriously injured. Indeed, the ghost warrior Miyamoto still stood hard, straightening his seriously injured body, and preventing himself from falling down. The ghost warrior Miyamoto grinned and gasped, raised his fierce gaze, stared directly at the sword dancer Hua Mulan not far away, and made a hoarse sneer. "Mulan, do you think Hua Mulan,

Can this defeat me? I am... I will never fall down!" Sword dancer Mulan also gasped. She stared at the fierce ghost face of the ghost warrior Miyamoto. Leng Rui's eyes inadvertently - there was only a candlelight bright darkness, a strange aura was brewing. It was Mi Yue, she was struggling. In the secret room of Mi Royal Palace, the long-lasting candlelight can only illuminate a small corner, and the darkness outside the glimmer still wandered, seemingly narrow and boundless. In the corner lit by the glimmer light, there was a completely transparent crystal coffin, beautiful and gorgeous, reflecting dazzling light in the faint candlelight.

But the extremely exquisite crystal coffin had a flaw in the white wall. On the side of the coffin wall, there was a shocking crack. However, the crack was not born, but was hit by someone. It was a crack that Ying Zheng slashed with his lightsaber. That is, at this moment, the naturally strange eyes and beautiful woman was lying quietly in the coffin, using all her strength to hit the crack in the crystal coffin. Mi Yue gritted her teeth, frowned, and pressed the demon blue energy in her blood with all her strength. In order to break the ban on the crystal coffin, she struggled desperately. During the three years she lies in the crystal coffin, Crystal Holy Hui always suppressed her body, making her unable to do so.

Move, unable to make a sound, and even the demon blue energy cannot be condensed. In the ban of the demon-binding crystal coffin, Mi Yue, who has been refined in the demon-type demon path in her whole body, can never escape, but the situation is different now. Ying Zheng left a crack on the edge of the crystal coffin. Because of the crack, the powerful crystal holy light finally leaked out a gap. With the flaws in this gap, Mi Yue's demon-type demon path was finally able to breathe. The demon-type demon energy of the demon-type demon can finally flow in the bloodline. Although it is very slow, it is enough. If time is used to make a drop of water wear away the stone, it will definitely change. This is Mi Yue's hope for her to break the ban!

In the slender and slender arms, thousands of strands of magic blue energy flowed slowly, flowing all the way to the spreading fingertips, and a dark purple magic breath condensed from the fingertips. Mi Yue's fingers were facing the cracks on the crystal coffin. When the strange energy condensed from the fingertips, it immediately pulled into thin strands and poured into the cracks of the crystal, and biting desperately inside the pure and sacred crystal. The whole process was extremely slow. Although the seal of the crystal coffin broke a mouthful, it was only

It was just a gap, which could only allow Mi Yue to breathe and condense the demon blue, but in fact she was still firmly bound in the seal of the crystal coffin. The sacred light of the coffin body flowed and gathered, reflecting every inch of Mi Yue's delicate skin. She had been lying in this sacred and noble embrace for too long. More than a thousand days of time slid past her fingertips, and Mi Yue had already carried too much torment. It was not until now that she finally had the vitality to fight for freedom.

However, what she wanted was not just freedom. She tried her best to hit the seal of the coffin, in order to get out of here and go out to stop Ying Zheng who was rushing towards the abyss. Mi Yue's eyebrows were furrowed, and the pupils of the demon red and faint blue were filled with a hot luster. It was the unrestrainedness of the deep love. Although she was still unable to move in the crystal coffin, the determination to break through the seal with all her might have been revealed beyond her voice. Mi Yue had never tried so hard. It was an indescribable emotion, and it had nothing to do with freedom. It was just because of love and hatred. It seemed that the girl who had been silent for a long time must be lived. To use an extreme example, Mi Yue might be able to accept being banned in this crystal coffin for ten or twenty years, but she could not accept Ying Zheng saying goodbye to her in such a way that he would end his funeral, and he could not accept that he would just put his life and death in the abyss.

So she had to desperately attack the seal of the crystal coffin, resist the suppression of the sacred light, and condense the demon blue with all her strength. Even if her body was injured, she would break through the shackles of the crystal coffin as soon as possible, escape from the heavens, and stop Ying Zheng! So under the pressure of thought, the flow of the demon blue energy gradually became faster, but at the same time, blood also oozed out from the internal organs of the body, and vermilion spots appeared on the smooth and white skin. Under the mutual pressure of the demon blue and the sacred light, Mi Yue's beautiful body was under the damage of the impact. But Mi Yue was not afraid, and the pain in her body could not shake her at all. She just gritted her teeth, hoping that the demon blue energy could flow faster. On the tip of her right finger, the dark purple energy flowed out slightly, condensed into a tiny demon bat.

He was burning with the holy light, leaving his fingertips, flew into the crack of the coffin wall, and desperately biting the pure and hard crystal. However, in the crystal coffin, the power of the crystal holy light was too strong. Without the magic bat-like energy biting it for a few times, it burned it to death. Under the cover of the sacred light, no form of demon energy could survive for a moment. However, Mi Yue was still struggling to surging the demon blue and releasing the dark purple energy. Although the holy light of the crystal can destroy it soon, she can condense it continuously and then continue to release it. Although the sealed damage to the crystal coffin wall is minimal, the amount of each attack will accumulate. Even if the slightest damage is quantified, it will have considerable significance.

Sure enough, after Mi Yue worked tirelessly for a long time, the crack exposed on the crystal coffin wall made a slight crack, and then the crack extended significantly for an inch. It only opened the gap of about a inch, but for Mi Yue, it was an exciting effect. She attacked the indestructible crystal coffin for a long time, but this was not enough. If she wanted to break the crystal coffin and break through the seal, she had to put in more effort and endure more pain. But she was not afraid, only

It was her eyes firmly, surging magic blue, condensed energy, and then continued to impact the cracks on the crystal coffin wall. She had seized the cracks and stopped letting go. This was her only chance. As long as her consciousness could still drive, she must tear the entire crack of the seal from the crack. So as time passed, the tiny cracks began to gradually crack and grow, and then slowly and subtly spread along the trajectory of the cracks on the entire crystal coffin wall.

The sound of the cracking of the crystal is like the swaying water droplets on the water bell, brewing for unknown lengths, falling, the sound is subtle but clear. Miyue listened to the slender and crisp sound of the cracks, and her whole heart and lungs were burning anxiously. Although she had done her best, the degree of change of cracks was still very slow. Based on this situation, it would take more and longer to break through the seal. But Miyue did not have such time. She needed, she had to break out of the seal as soon as possible to stop Ying Zheng. "A Zheng, A Zheng..."

In order to attack the seal with all his strength, Mi Yue could not make any sound from her closed mouth, but in her heart, she repeatedly cried and recited Ying Zheng's name, as if she hoped that there would be some force to help her, so that Ying Zheng could hear her voice at this time, hesitate and hesitate. She hoped that she could have time to stop Ying Zheng. But this was not enough, but to such a level, she didn't know how much time it would take to break through the seal.

(End of this chapter)
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