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Lu Ming stood still, holding the knife in one hand, and the long knife was still in the scabbard.

Miyamoto poured out a few breaths and pursed his lips tightly, but he was terrified in his heart.

I don't even have a chance to let him shoot?

Both of them were silent, and there seemed to be a sharp long knife gradually condensing in Miyamoto Yixin's eyes.

He stood up from the ground, holding a knife in both hands, his right hand trembled slightly, the strength just now made his tiger's mouth have traces of hunting,

He raised his hands, and two knives, one long and one short, staggered in front of him, colliding lightly, making a 'ding' knocking sound.

"I am the last generation of swordsmen of the Miyamoto family. At the age of five, I inherited the first-class for two days. I left home at the age of ten and left the Sakura Country. I went to Beichen's house to learn Beichen's swordsmanship. The Kagami-shinichi-ryu left by the seniors of Chunzo Naomasa...

Miyamoto was talking to himself, as if speaking to himself, but also to Lu Ming. With these words, he seemed to fall into memory and his emotions stabilized.

Suddenly, his pupils froze, and he looked at Lu Ming: "This year, I am thirty-five years old... After 30 years of practicing swordsmanship, no one of my peers in the Sakura Country can beat me, and if I count the next generation, I doubt there is a chance. Become a master before the age of 50."

"This knife..."

He raised the short knife in his left hand: "This is my Miyamoto family's handed down sword, boy cut. In five years, no one can let me pull out a second knife. Thirty years of hard work, learning from a hundred schools, and the Sakura National Sword Art School has returned. My body, in the five years of concentrated cultivation, I have already grasped the essence of a hundred schools of thought..."

Having said this, he stared at Lu Ming and raised his voice: "Lu Sang, please use the knife, I want to know how big the gap between me and you is!"

"Please let me see what is the real Dao of the Blade."

"Even if I die in this battle, I don't regret it!"

Chao Wendao, Xi can die!

Looking at this man with obsession in his eyes, Lu Ming was also full of fighting spirit.

He slowly raised the knife and stroked his fingers lightly over the body of the knife: "This knife has a handle of five inches and five inches, a blade of two feet six inches and four inches, and two sharp edges. I named him the Dragon Sparrow!"

Hearing this, Miyamoto Yixin showed gratitude in his eyes, and bowed again to salute: "Lu Sang, thank you!"

He knew that Lu Ming was going to shoot!

He was finally able to see that this man who was much younger than himself was using the swordsmanship that belonged to Da Xia!

Winning or losing doesn't matter to him.

It was an honor for him to play against such a man.

Even if you die, you have no regrets!

In the way of the sword, he is a true pilgrim!

"call……"

Lightly breathing, Miyamoto Isshin's body sank slightly.

In the next second, like the best assassin, he showed extremely fast speed, but he silently attacked Lu Ming.

Three meters away, with both hands u, one high and one low, one positive and one negative, the two knives staggered up and down and slashed at Lu Ming's key points.

First-class in two days - Whispering!

Lu Ming's hand holding the knife lightly paused, and after a while, the Tang knife commanded like an arm, showing its full brilliance in his hand.

There were no fancy moves, and faced with the double swords that came almost at the same time, blocking all his retreats, Lu Ming swept out from top to bottom with a single sword.

"Clang clang clang!"

A sound of gold and iron intertwined was heard incessantly.

In Lu Ming's hands, Tang Dao seemed to have turned into a wall that seemed to be closed to the sky, sealing all the landing points of the two swords.

Miyamoto Yixin's almost closed attack was easily broken, and Lu Ming turned from defense to attack in an instant. Every knife was extremely cunning. "

Miyamoto Yixin felt that there were blades everywhere, and he kept retreating, keeping his steps as steady as possible.

Just from the first fight, you can know that Miyamoto Isshin's realm is still far from Lu Ming's.

"This is the plum-blossom sword, the sword technique is simple and direct, but it has the courage to kill the enemy."

"This is a Tai Chi knife, soft and firm, and it can instantly slash enemies from a few meters away!"

"This is the gossip knife. The knife is used to delineate one side. It can be attacked or taken away. It is innate to play gossip, and it is easy to attack and defend!"

"This is a Shaolin wood-burning knife. The knife is brutal and hurts both the enemy and me!"

"There are hundreds of swordsmanships, but the same goal is achieved by different paths. In the final analysis, the skills of swordsmanship are just eight characters. I call it the eight methods of the sword..."

Saying this, Lu Ming stopped suddenly, Miyamoto took advantage of the situation to rest for a while,

I saw that the handle of Lu Ming's knife was lightly pulled, and a knife flower appeared.

He looked at the tip of the knife, and the next second sound actually changed suddenly, like a landslide and a tsunami, thousands of troops rushed in.

"The so-called eight methods, sweep..."

Lu Ming took the knife and swept towards him.

Miyamoto Yixin felt that he was a small boat in the midst of huge waves, and it would capsize at any time.

In the face of this sweep, he had both knives in front of him.

"clang!"

Miyamoto Isshin's family was knocked back half a meter, and he looked up in shock.

"hack!"

"boom!"

The second knife, the third knife came along with the trend.

"pull!"

"cut!"

"Plunder!"

"Nai!"

"sudden!"

After seven consecutive steps, Miyamoto stepped back again and again, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his whole body was tightly attached to the cage column.

"The eighth shot..." Lu Ming raised his eyes to look at him, the electric light in his eyes reappeared, and he whispered: "Cut!"

He raised his hands up, like an axe falling from the sky, and like the sky is about to fall, he slashed down in the air.

Miyamoto tried his best to raise his two knives, but he knew that this was useless, it was nothing more than a gesture.

"Shh!"

He slashed with one knife, but stopped half an inch above his two knives.

The mountain-like pressure suddenly disappeared.

After all, Lu Ming still did not cut off the knife.

He took a few steps back, closed the knife and clasped his fist: "This is the Daxia sword technique, let it go!"

Miyamoto Yixin's legs were weak, and he was about to bow when he heard a 'click'.

As if thinking of something, he looked up.

The octagonal cage on the top of the head, where the cage columns are connected, are staggered, and the horizontal columns are actually broken.

A pillar was cut off in the air, and the solitary east octagonal cage fell off and rolled on the ring.

Miyamoto took a deep breath, if this knife was cut off, his terror would have been divided into two at this moment.

"Lu Sang, thank you!"

Miyamoto Yixin stood straight and bowed deeply to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming smiled slightly: "Brother Yixin, when you can comprehend the eight methods of this sword that day, and integrate the essence of the hundred schools of your cherry tree, it will be your advanced master's day."

"At that time, we were fighting again!"

After that, Lu Ming waved to Miyamoto Yixin, turned around and walked off the stage.

Miyamoto looked at Lu Ming's back gratefully, and was very excited.

Only he knew that what Lu Ming showed him was how precious things were.

That is the essence of the real knife, the real Daodao!

If the probability of him stepping into the threshold of a grandmaster before was only 30%, after today's battle, he has already taken a big step forward, and the probability has reached 90%!

The gate of the master is close at hand!