Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Xiao Yi told Qinglong Dao that he knew what Qinglong was thinking about. Although he didn't know the identity of this person now, Xiao Yi guessed that there must be a certain connection between this person and the Xiao Clan.

"Is this your friend?"

"Not..."

"When did I think you knew such a wicked friend? If you knew that there was such an expert, then I was afraid of something."

Qinglong's legs were still trembling, and the aura emitted from this person just now was really frightening. He stood here and could feel that such a master came from.

Miyamoto Musashi watched, his subordinates died just like that, and he didn't take a few breaths before and after, although he had already realized his identity, it was not easy to guess the identity of this person.

But he didn't expect it to be so terrible. He had no intention of fighting now. He just thought about how to escape. It's best to save his life before talking about other things.

"Are you going to try it too?"

The young man with a hat turned and stared at Miyamoto Musashi. Even in the **** scene just now, he was still clean, with a white robe like snow.

Miyamoto Musashi drew out the samurai sword to calm himself down. If he chooses to escape directly, he will definitely not have a chance to succeed. He must create a suitable opportunity for himself, and he has an idea immediately after turning his eyes.

"Who are you, and why are you taking care of our business?"

"Nosy? You gang of barbarians from outside have invaded Huaxia's territory. Excavating the cemetery of the Xiao Clan here is unpredictable. Since you dare to choose to step in here, you have to pay for it."

"Are you... from the Xiao Clan?"

The young man in the hat did not answer Miyamoto's question, and there was no need for it. Miyamoto's heart sank to the bottom.

The more you worry about something, things are developing in this direction. I didn't expect that it would eventually touch the masters of the Xiao Clan. Failure in the hands of such people is not ashamed.

"It seems that you are indeed a member of the Xiao Clan. Although I know that it is not your opponent, as a samurai, I have the Bushido spirit I believe in. Even if you die in battle, I have to try."

"Do it!"

Miyamoto Musashi held a katana and took a deep breath. He was considered a strong man in the ninja organization, and he was naturally not that weak in strength.

"Storm!"

With a violent shout, Miyamoto Musashi slashed out, and this slash whipped up a gust of wind and swept toward the young man in the hat.

At the same time, he once again made several slashes, followed by several storm slashes. If it is an opponent of comparable strength, Miyamoto Musashi can still rely on the advantage of this move to suppress the opponent's strength.

Storm Slash is a wind-based trick, the wind that is rolled up gets stronger and stronger, even the steel will be twisted and turned into debris in the storm, let alone a big living person.

He played a few storm slashes at once to fight against such a strong man. Naturally, he would explode his full strength as soon as he came up, otherwise he would not even have the chance to make a move.

The Five Storm Slashes were getting closer and closer, and the tricks were indeed very strong. Xiao Yi felt that the strength of this ninja was already approaching that Wanyan Lie. He did not expect that there would be such a powerful person in the island country.

However, he found that the senior wearing a hat, facing a few violent winds, still stood on the spot, rolling up a gust of wind, the mountain was already flying sand and rocks, but his clothes had not changed at all.

Until the five violent slashes were about to approach his body, the mysterious strong man raised a hand and waved his sleeves here casually. The five violent slashes that rolled up the violent wind calmed down instantly. .

Flick the sleeves...

It's that simple.

Xiao Yi thought about how this strong man should deal with it, and the long sword at his waist should also be shot, but in the face of such a harsh move, it is not worth it for him to draw the long sword.

"Nani..."

Even more surprised was Miyamoto Musashi, who at any rate could be regarded as his strongest move, would it be okay to resolve it so easily and give him face.

People stood still and didn't move a step, the moves he made instantly calmed down, Miyamoto Musashi's heart was depressed and distressed, and at the same time a trace of anger emerged. Could it be that his strength is really so unbearable?

"There are any other tricks to use. I am too lazy to do it now. If I do it first, you won't have a chance to live."

"Trouble! Then you can take this trick and try it, and if you have the ability to stay still!"

Miyamoto Musashi once again drew a samurai sword from his waist. He is a double-sword style. Only with two swords in his hand can he exert the strongest power.

The young man in the hat finally showed a smile and started to have some interest. Using two samurai swords, this was the second time he had encountered it. He wanted to see what this person was capable of.

"bring it on!"

Miyamoto Musashi held two samurai swords in his hand, and squatted down slightly, instilling all his strength under his feet. The speed of the next move is very important.

A stride rushed forward, and the two swords shot two piercing lights. Such a momentum was indeed a bit scary. Xiao Yi stared at this scene firmly. If he and this person were to fight, there was not much chance of victory.

Of course, he can take Qinglong to escape. The premise is to get rid of the subordinates around this person. Now he doesn't need to worry about it himself. He wants to know how this mysterious strong man can take this trick.

The young man in the hat was looking at the two sword lights getting stronger and stronger, and his momentum was like that. Since this person wants to give it a try, let him see what a real powerhouse is.

"Go upstairs!"

Miyamoto Musashi burst out with a roar, and two samurai swords were lifted into the air, followed by Nobuo with two slashes.

"Pretend!"

The young man in the hat, holding the long sword in one hand, the sword was not out of its sheath, and his arm was suddenly wrapped around his waist.

"Reincarnation!"

A scarlet slash was hit from the scabbard and spread towards his body.

The two slashed blade lights disappeared without a trace at the moment of the transfer of moves. At the same time, the red slash did not stop, but continued to slash towards Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi no longer has the desire to fight. The difference in strength in this battle is too great, and there will be no change if he continues to fight. He will eventually die in the hands of this person. It is better to make a decision now.

So he took out two purple **** from his body and threw them between the two. The purple **** exploded in an instant, producing a lot of dense smoke, blocking the view.

Miyamoto Musashi's method of escape was to drop the smoke bomb as a trap, and then took the opportunity to escape, avoiding this deadly slash, thinking of taking the opportunity to escape, and the figure immediately disappeared without a trace.