Shinto is thoughtless, and is said to be the sword technique that the ancestor Hiraemon suddenly realized due to the emergence of God's power under the meditation of all thoughts.

This swordsman was founded in the hands of Hiraemon, but was promoted by his most proud disciple Yakuro Saito. Compared with the swordsmanship hall of the Xuanwu Pavilion and the Shixue Pavilion, which are also the three major Edo temples, the Saito School's Shinto Wuming Flowing Sword Technique focuses more on the practicality of fighting and the momentum and power that overwhelms the other party, so it was later called "Saito School's Wuming Flowing Sword".

At the end of the Mutu, Shinto Wunianliu is a swordsmanship with great influence and many disciples.

There were many famous swordsmen of the time, all of whom were from Shinto Wunianliu, including one of the three Japanese rebellions - Katsukoro Katsukoro (later Kido Takayun). In addition, the second team leader of the Shinto Shinhara Nagakura, and the former director of the Shinto Shinzo, also from Shinto Wunianliu.

Nagakura Shiichiro is not only the nephew of Nagakura Shinhara and also the disciple of Katsukogoro. Although his Shinto Wumingliu sword technique was passed down from two masters, he was unique. He combined the Japanese Zen Heart Sutra and the Dharma Precepts to push the Shinto Wumingliu artistic conception to the extraordinary "Zen Heart". Among the fourth generation of Shinto Wumingliu disciples, he can be said to have the strongest practical ability and is also the sword technique master who is closest to the artistic conception of the master in recent years. He once calmly killed twenty-six pirates without any harm...

"The knife is three feet and six inches long, and the total weight is three pounds and six taels. The name of the knife is - Wukong Nian!"

Compared to the dead Momoi Hoshizo, Kuraki Shiichiro's appearance looked much more ordinary, but when he slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, a pair of single-eyed small eyes showed a terrifying splendor. Combined with his naked yaksha tattoo on his right arm, the momentum on his body suddenly became high.

Nearly a thousand Chinese and Japanese people off the field saw the confrontation between the two masters in the boxing ring, and gradually closed their mouths, and the entire Bund became silent in an instant.

If he was still wearing a white national martial arts uniform today, the blood-red "National Technique" jumped on his towering chest and casually hammered his hands slightly in the air. This woman who looked like a peach also pulled off the shelf of Tai Chi Hunyuan stakes. "The hammer was one foot and two inches long. Each weighed six kilograms and four taels. The hammer was called "Leiyin"..."

When Kuraki Shiichiro heard that Ruoli's hand was heavy, his heart couldn't help but move slightly. The Shinto Wunianli in his lineage was always known for his "power", "skill", "mind", and "power". Among them, the "power" killing skills are the strongest. The opponent looks as weak as water. Unexpectedly, the weight of the pair of weapons in his hand was above his heavy sword. Could it be that this woman actually defeated the skillful person with "power"?

Vacuum chop!

The two of them held each other for a long time. Kuraki Shiichiro suddenly let out a long roar and then a cold silver light cut through the mist on the Huangpu River and slashed directly above Ruoli's head.

Woo...

The same unstoppable sound of wind sobbed. Ruoli waved and shook his right hand, and a hammer power with the meaning of a collapsed fist came first, hitting the blade on Kuraki Shiichiro's hand one after another, making a crisp sound like water.

Dangdangdang~

Kuraki Shiichiro's hand was slightly shocked, and he felt a few force hitting the tiger's mouth. Seeing Ruoli unintentionally attacking and chasing, he hurriedly stepped back two steps. Then he rubbed the long sword with some curling blade with regret, and his face gradually sank, "Your boxing skills are very strong, and your hammering technique is as fast as lightning. But from your actions just now, you are clearly a person who destroys the sword. For my thoughts and no space in my heart, I need to kill you today. I hope I will forgive you if I have no choice but to do so..."

"Superficial, warriors should act as they please. If you want to kill, why bother nonsense? If you talk nonsense, don't look like a man, do it!"

The sword in his hand was beaten and rolled up the blade, and now he was deeply despised by this beautiful young woman. Even the clay man was somewhat furious, not to mention the extremely murderous Shiichiro Kuraki.

He stretched his fingers tightly on the hilt of the knife. Kuraki Shiicoro, who had just started to make a knife with a heart of Zen, opened his eyes wide, and a trace of blood poured into his eyes. It seemed that Kuraki Shiicoro, who was sitting in the old monk, suddenly ran away wildly.

"Wukongzhanming Sanqi Killing!"

With his feet straight ahead, Kuraki Shiichiro instantly broke through the distance on the boxing ring and appeared in front of Ruoli. A sword wind blew violently, his pupils were like two blood-red flames. When Ruoli hit the small hammer in his hand, the sharp long sword flashed in the air without realizing it, and as Kuraki Shiichiro's wrist trembled violently in the air...

Crack and Crack and Crack...

Just like the sharp sound of a powerful crossbow breaking through the air, it suddenly became endless.

This is the most powerful combo sword technique with the momentum and power of Shinto Wunianliu. Since Kuraki Shiichiro became famous, he has rarely used the ultimate skill. As he swallowed his breath and made a sound, the force in his body was surging like a tide, causing murderous sword lights and phantoms to appear in the air.

Ruoli's face moved slightly, and the two hammers on his hands were knocking out like a cloak. The long cavity of the hammer tip made a whimpering sound. The hammer head and the blade collided at high speed and strongly, making the ding ding ding sound more and more dense, like the waves surging layer by layer, and it was heard from the Huangpu River one after another.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding D

The dense sound of the hammer hitting the banana leaves is like rain hitting the banana leaves, or like jade beads pouring into plates, gradually changing from the initial fascinating to unbearable.

Nearly a thousand Chinese and Japanese audiences on the stage covered their ears with some pain...

The silver sword light was as bright as water, the blue-black hammer shadow emitted whirlwinds, and countless Mars and lights burst out, and the two gradually fell into the most dangerous situation.

“So strong!”

Ruoli, who had just been caught in the sword light and sparks, looked at the increasingly dense sword curtain, and suddenly a touch of playful expression appeared on his face.

The so-called water is full and overflows, and hardness cannot last long.

The opponent's crazy and solemn combo sword technique seems terrifying, but it is extremely controlled by the attack rhythm. However, his own double hammer and hammer sound are best at disrupting the rhythm of the human body...

"Break it for me!"

After blocking the twelfth cut to the cross-cutting under the ribs and the thirteenth sword from bottom to top, Ruoli's heart was filled with murderous intent. The soles of his feet turned forward and stepped forward suddenly. After the two hammers in his hands collided with each other in the air, he made a long jingle sound. Then, with both hands opened and hit Kuraki Shiichiro's chest and the long sword he swung out again...

when!!

This time the sound was even more harsh, because Ruoli had turned the hammer head and used a sharp and heavy cone head. When the two soldiers intersected fiercely again, a crack suddenly appeared on the long sword that was already scarred on the surface...

The so-called force is bullying people, and the power is strong to suppress people. Although the double hammers in your hand are not big, they are serious blunt objects. Even if the weight of this pair of blunt objects is only less than twice as much as the long sword, its shape and weight determines that it is a nemesis that the long sword cannot compete with, which also makes Kuraki Shinto Shinto Wuming Liu's sword technique. There is no room for real performance at all.

Therefore, even though the long sword in Kuraki Shiichiro's hand attacked like a strong wind, he still could not break through Ruoli's hammer from the front, especially when these sharp and bone-breaking sounds came into his mind, he felt a little dazed in front of him.

Shang Yunxiang and Sun Lutang looked at each other in the audience. They looked solemn on their faces, "This is a way of music and martial arts, and it's true that my younger brothers and sisters have practiced it..."

Swish swish swish swish...

Wukong's thought, who was trying to break through, turned into a retreat and fight. The restrained and round sword lights suddenly turned into round balls of light, protecting Kuraki Shiichiro who came to his senses, retreated. However, Ruoli, who was prepared for this, how could he give up this rare opportunity? Seeing that the sword light slowed down, the two hammers in his hand suddenly seemed like the thunder god who called the wind and rain, constantly colliding in the air...

Dingding Dingding Ding...

This time, there was no mess of sword light and double hammers colliding. It was purely a thunder sound that captured people's souls. However, this seemingly nonsense sound hit has caused huge pressure and mental impact on Kuraki Shiichiro.

Ruoli followed steadily, and his hands were pounding the knife light slowly, looking like an experienced hunter, constantly tentatively tempting the hawk-bearded turtle whose limbs and head were shrinking into the turtle shell, patiently waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

Kuraki's face was pale, and his hands gradually became trembling.

Although this kind of sword technique that is fierce and regressing to defend is extremely strong, it is also extremely terrifying to the body's load. Moreover, the Wukong Sword Skill, which was interrupted before, has to slash with all the spirit and dark strength for each blow...

Tick ​​to...

A drop of sweat fell on the ring, and Shiichiro Kuraki felt a roar in his ears. Although Ruoli's double hammers were still in the stage of careful testing, he had realized that once there was a mistake in his hand, what was waiting for him would be the long-simmering thunder strike.

"I haven't met such a terrible opponent for a long time. This extremely strange sound attack is simply the biggest nemesis of the sword who dedicates both body and mind to the hands of the swordsman, promoting "force", "skill", "qi", and "position".

This is an attack method that ignores power, techniques and even positioning. What's terrible is that its radiation range is actually extremely large.

Some of the audience in the audience were already dizzy by the harsh sounds, and their constitution was slightly weaker and even began to vomit...

Kuraki Shiichiro's heart was twitching, but a trace of determination appeared in his eyes. When the blood and blood in his body stimulated his heart, causing the sound of war drums to gradually spread in his body, he suddenly roared angrily, stopped his step back, and turned his arms into the air, then turned the long sword in his hand into a huge light, ignoring the death pressure of the two hammers, and slashed hard at Ruoli's head.

Swish...

The long sword is like thunder, and it is mixed with the determination to die together.

Ruoli's pupils shrank slightly, and he knocked his knees forward with a lunge and pushed his body forward. His hands suddenly closed in the center, and violently collided in the air with a lightning-like sword light...

when!

Bang!

A huge roar shook the air on the boxing ring, and then a broken blade flew out in a rotation and pierced hard on the logs in the boxing ring...

The sound of the air is still there, but the scene of sparks disappearing.

Click!

Ruoli ignored the spring light and blood marks that were torn apart by the broken blade in front of the neck, and his face was solemnly pulled back the hammer embedded in Kuraki Shiichiro's forehead, revealing the red word "Thunder" printed on his forehead.

Swish...

The white veil thrown by Chen Zhen from the audience wrapped around his chest. Ruoli's wrist shook and he shook the blood on the two hammers in the air.

Buzz!

The air resonance without any signs was like a huge bell ringing in front of his hands. Kuraki, who was maintaining a slashing posture, vomited a mouthful of blood. Kuraki was shocked and then sat on the ground like mud. However, perhaps the obsession in his heart had not been eliminated. Then he forced a breath, tried hard to straighten his body, and pinched the Zen heart-questioning handprint in his hand...

"Great sorrow without tears, great enlightenment without words, I didn't expect that the sword of Shendao without thought could not defeat Dayin Xisheng..."

In addition to Kuraki Shiichiro's last words, the quiet boxing ring was occasionally mixed with the slight sound of broken bones and broken tendons. When Kuraki closed his eyes and skull hanged, his spine suddenly became a few pieces due to the breath in his body, causing his body that had just sat cross-legged suddenly to tilt forward, revealing the Yaksha on his back, as if he was throwing his body to worship Ruoli...

"What's wrong with embroidering your body? I have to embroider a yaksha. My thunder hammer is not good. You, a little Japanese, are more than enough to subdue demons..." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: Thank you to the monthly tickets of the brothers "Dongfang Zelin". There was something wrong with my work today. I finally got busy until the afternoon to write. I thought about it for a long time before I wrote this chapter. I worked overtime for a while. If I haven't finished my work, I will owe a chapter first. There is nothing else to express my apology to my brothers. Write more words carefully to satisfy my cravings for my brothers... I beg for all kinds of support!
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