On the same river bank, Miyamoto Musashi frowned, and the river breeze blew across his messy hair, writing full of grimness. What's strange is that his eyes kept trembling, and his left half of his face was stiff and twisted, as if he was enduring some pain.

This is an unknown problem of Miyamoto Musashi. As long as he is nervous at the beginning, the sword mark on his left eye will hurt. Although he is already trying hard to restrain his mood, the slender sword mark on his left eye still burst into burning pain, and then most of his face is stiff in this pain.

After all, in this situation, even the Fusang Sword Saint could not suppress his nervousness... In the moment, he watched with his own eyes Bian Que, who was a few steps away, be pierced by dozens of lightsabers in the sky, and fell to the ground with an ugly look than a dead body. Arthur and Han Xin had long been defeated by the sanctions of groups of lightsabers, and there was no sign of getting up. Under such a terrifying attack, no one had any resistance...

Now, it's his turn...

Miyamoto Musashi knew that he was the only one left, and he couldn't escape. So with the endless burning pain of the sword marks in his left eye, he suddenly raised his serious gaze, and saw the light shining brightly, and hundreds of sharp sword blades had already come to the sky. Miyamoto Musashi didn't say a word, but only pressed the sword in the sheath with both hands. In his heart, the fear of defeat was long ago. He knew that he could not stop this wave of attack and could not resist Ying Zheng, and he should have escaped.

In fact, from the beginning when facing Ying Zheng and Zhulong, the idea of ​​escaping was lingering in the heart of the Fusang Sword Saint. As a person from Tang Zhao Fusang, he had been involved too deeply in the chaos in Qin Chu, and involved too many things that he shouldn't have been involved nor wanted to be involved. The Qianmi Zhulong he met in the end was such a terrifying existence. Anyone with a little rationality knew that he shouldn't stay here for a long time. Anyone who was not from this country anyway, so there was no need to use his life to defend here with these people.

So he had long wanted to leave, so when Zhang Liang and the others made the decision to escape, he ran away alone without hesitation. Even though Mo Zi appeared later, Bai Qi was dying, Xiang Yu committed suicide, and Liu Bang's danger happened, they did not attract him at all. He just wanted to leave Qianjiangling as soon as possible and leave Qin Chu's chaos as soon as possible. But he could not escape in the end.

This is not because of someone's stopping it, but because he is entangled in his heart. Even if he is as ruthless as Miyamoto Musashi, he cannot get rid of the conscience he was born into... Although he is not from Qin Chu, although he first came to Qin Chu just to take revenge, although he stayed with Qin Chu just to seek enemies, although he never admitted to being under Ying Zheng, and although he could find many sufficient reasons, he could not really convince himself.

He has been in Qin Chu for six years. He has seen the chaos of the two generations of dynasties in this country and has experienced too many conspiracy plans by Emperor Qin Ying Zheng. He is not a member of Qin Chu and has been too deeply involved in the chaos in Qin Chu. It is impossible for him to take off his body and say that all this has nothing to do with him. Even if he is a little heavier, Ying Zheng can lead to a disaster that endangers the world now, and he has a great responsibility! How could he leave?

Miyamoto Musashi could not escape the condemnation of his conscience, so he could not escape from Qianjiangling at the best time. Although he didn't know what he could do, he still stayed, hid in the hidden forest, witnessing what happened later, and his inner reason was constantly forced out by the eighteenth level of dragon fire. Until he was forced to face the step of the lightsaber in the sky, he was actually very scared and nervous, so that the sword marks on his left eye kept burning. But he couldn't escape, and even temporary dodging was not possible.

Because in addition to the forced force of his conscience in his heart, Zhang Liang was also lying behind him. He could not escape the pursuit of the light sword with Zhang Liang on his back, and he could not just throw Zhang Liang here without hesitation. If he was not the one named Zhang Liang at the time, he would have died in the ruins of the Black Earth Afang Palace. Now he can still breathe a breath of air alive, and he also knows that this kindness must be returned.

So in this case, there is only one of the craziest roads to go. Miyamoto Musashi's breath sank, pressing his back, and even pulling his sword. It was at this moment that Ying Zheng, who was flying in the distance in the night sky, was still laughing wildly, especially after seeing these hateful enemies being stabbed by the flying swords, his laughter became even more crazy and wanton.

"Hahaha! Ant! Madman! This is your crime and punishment! Disobedience is committed to the crime and punishment of disobeying the king!"

"And you, and you Miyamoto, you Zhang Liang - by the way, Zhang Liang! You madman must die too! You must be broken into pieces!" "Destroy under my glory!!!" Ying Zheng stared at Zhang Liang on the distant earth, and his pair of dragon-like bright eyes were filled with anger. He opened his arms with all his might and released the vast demon blue energy in his body wildly.

Although under the human form at this moment, Ying Zheng could no longer release the pure dragon fire that destroyed the world without the elemental state, at least he still contained the huge and endless magic blue energy of Zhulong. With this continuous and powerful energy blessing, his own magic magic will burst out into an unprecedented vicissitudes of life. For that breath of swordsman dream, he had abandoned so much and lost so much. In the end, he was alone, only the little obsession with swordsmanship in his heart.

If he falls down—no matter what battle, no matter how much injury he suffered, no matter who the enemy is—as long as he relaxes his shoulders and lets his heavy body fall back, he will feel that the breath in his heart that had been persisting for more than ten years will dissipate. Everything will be ruined and nothing will be gone… So no matter what, he cannot fall down. Although this may be stupid, hurt, and torture his body, he just dare not be rational because he cannot let the breath in his heart be dissipated, no.

It is such a stupid and stubborn belief that every time it has produced an inexplicable powerful force, which makes Miyamoto Musashi straighten his back and will never waver. Now, the same is true. The ghost warrior Miyamoto lifts the blood-stained face of the evil ghost and stares at Ying Zheng, whose stars are shining in the distant sky, with his eyes as ferocious as before. At the same time, Long Zhiming Tong's eyes also looked down from thousands of miles away, watching the lightswords penetrate the bloody ground, but the figure stands stubbornly. So the light of the five circles of magic circles flows, and countless dark golden lightswords fly into the air again.

This tenacity came just right, Miyamoto Musashi never stopped, and Ying Zheng was even more excited. Since he wanted to resist, he wanted to see how many lightswords these ants could block him!

In the flash of lightning, the sound of sharp swords came to the sky, and the five whirlwinds squeezed and overlapped in the void, and melted into a blade whirlwind with a larger body and more violent rotation speed in time. This is the strongest defensive move that Miyamoto Musashi can use, and release the whirlwind array at close range to use as a powerful wind wall. Yes, Miyamoto Musashi wants to use the whirlwind array to block the lightsword group flying in the air, and he wants to confront Ying Zheng's decisive attack head-on!

Because he had no way out and did not want to sit and wait for death, he had to fight hard - no matter how powerful the enemy attacked violently! Therefore, as Miyamoto Musashi stared at his eyes, the dark golden sword rain finally collided head-on with the huge whirlwind array. The lightswords flying in front rushed in with an unyielding momentum, and were immediately slammed by the powerful wind flowing at high speed, shattered in the invisible thousands of wind blades, turning into countless dazzling sand and dust floating in the void.

But then, dozens and hundreds of lightsabers rushed in with the flow, and the situation changed drastically. When the number of lightsabers synchronous impacts increased dramatically, the resistance of the whirlwind array was quickly pushed to its limit, and the high-speed spiraling wind flow had no time to intercept and split. Hundreds of lightsabers penetrated like a dark golden rain, and in just a few seconds it tore the entire whirlwind array with a rising momentum. Miyamoto Musashi was isolated at the shore port, facing the countless lightsabers that broke the wind at that moment, even his eyes seemed to be covered by the dark golden edge, but his eyes were still as fierce and resolute as the sword marks on his left eye. At the critical moment, Miyamoto Musashi quickly waved his long sword with Hiroshiro's blade to cover the gaze of the left eye.

So the yin and yang of the eyes were reversed in an instant, and the power hidden deep in the body quickly emerged - in the void, the dimensional crack opened, and countless red plates flew out from it, surrounding Miyamoto Musashi, and quickly built a red nine-foot coffin, completely sealing Miyamoto Musashi's body.

That's right, at this critical moment, Miyamoto Musashi was awakening - he was liberating his epic soul awakening, and at the same time, he used the transition of epic soul awakening to protect himself. In the following moment, a large number of lightswords that tore through the whirlwind array quickly flew down without any gaps. He only pierced the red coffin body sharply, and tied a coffin into a "heedgehog" full of sword blades.

The front piercing of more than one hundred lightsabers finally disintegrated the defense of the entire coffin. Miyamoto Musashi, who awakened in time, also shattered the entire enclosed coffin after for only three seconds. The red fragments drifted all over the sky, but the dark golden edge continued to push in. Now Miyamoto Musashi no longer had the protection of the coffin. He had to rely on his body to resist the sword blade, or to escape with the extreme "speed".

But of course he did not dodge. Miyamoto, a ghost warrior wearing a red-red dombar armor, stood in front of Zhang Liang and still straightened his back firmly. The white ghost face twisted and roared, but he was afraid but did not retreat. The dark golden sword blade rushed into the air, and the ghost warrior Miyamoto pulled up Qiuya and slashed like crazy. With the red flames and lightning that were roaring on the blade, he shattered all the lightsabers that were approaching him with all his strength, splitting them into shining fragments.

But the huge number of lightsabers like bees can not be beaten by his hands for only three seconds. More than 300 lightsabers were raided through the air in just three seconds. Even if the ghost warrior Miyamoto tried his best to chop and slash and swing a whirlwind, he could only cut half of the blades. What about half of them? Among the lightsabers that were too late to finish, more than 120 were cut across the body of the ghost warrior Miyamoto. They sharply tore open the protection of the Domaru armor, leaving countless scars on the body of the ghost warrior Miyamoto. About thirty other lightsabers were directly inserted into the body of the ghost warrior Miyamoto. With an unstoppable sharpness, they penetrated the armor and stabbed into the flesh and blood of the ghost warrior Miyamoto.

Under this lightsaber impact, even if he swung the whirlwind array and awakened the epic soul, the powerful Fusang Sword Saint was already full of holes and was so cruel that he couldn't bear to look at it. However, behind the ghost warrior Miyamoto, Zhang Liang, who was unconscious and silent, was still lying quietly, and was not stabbed by a lightsaber on his body. Even though the surrounding flat ground was filled with shining sword skeletons, the place where he was lying was still a pure land.

There was only blood, only bright red blood flowed down from the wounds of the ghost warrior Miyamoto, and fell into the wet land, and then dyed Zhang Liang's clothes red. "Cough cough..." In the brief silence after the sword rain, the heavy cough sound seemed to be a metaphor for defeat. However, the ghost warrior Miyamoto had not fallen yet, and he coughed out the blood in his throat, and his firm body was still straight. Although he had blocked the impact of hundreds of lightsabers for Zhang Liang, and although he had been beaten to the point where he was covered in scars and blood flowed continuously, he had no intention of falling down.

Looking back on the decades of life, this swordsman who has experienced vicissitudes has never fallen. Every time he faces an irresistible battle, every time he is beaten by the enemy, a belief will arise in his heart - he doesn't understand why, but he just doesn't want to fall, or even dares to fall. He just feels that in his stubborn and vicissitudes of life, he has abandoned so much for that swordsman dream, and lost so much. In the end, he is alone, only the little obsession with swordsmanship in his heart.

If he falls down—no matter what battle, no matter how much injury he suffered, no matter who the enemy is—as long as he relaxes his shoulders and lets his heavy body fall back, he will feel that the breath in his heart that had been persisting for more than ten years will dissipate. Everything will be ruined and nothing will be gone… So no matter what, he cannot fall down. Although this may be stupid, hurt, and torture his body, he just dare not be rational because he cannot let the breath in his heart be dissipated, no.

It is such a stupid and stubborn belief that every time it has produced an inexplicable powerful force, which makes Miyamoto Musashi straighten his back and will never waver. Now, the same is true. The ghost warrior Miyamoto lifts the blood-stained face of the evil ghost and stares at Ying Zheng, whose stars are shining in the distant sky, with his eyes as ferocious as before. At the same time, Long Zhiming Tong's eyes also looked down from thousands of miles away, watching the lightswords penetrate the bloody ground, but the figure stands stubbornly. So the light of the five circles of magic circles flows, and countless dark golden lightswords fly into the air again.

This tenacity came just right, Miyamoto Musashi never stopped, and Ying Zheng was even more excited. Since he wanted to resist, he wanted to see how many lightswords these ants could block him!
Chapter completed!