I! The Strongest Suzerain

He Fang Xiaoxiao, making trouble in my Tiangang Dao Sect?"

Miyamoto Musashi rushed into the air first and confronted Elder Blood Feather.

Elder Xueyu saw that it was only a middle-stage cultivator of the Purple Mansion, and his face showed a look of disdain.

"Hurry up and get your sect out! You return me to be the elder of the Xuanyu sect - Xueyu! You are not qualified to fight against me in the middle of the mere Zifu."

"I have never had a defeat in my life, I am invincible, and you will also be decapitated by my sword!"

There was a hint of arrogance in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes, and Daoist Blood Feather was taken aback... He has seen many crazy people, but he has never seen such a crazy one..

Just a cultivator in the middle of the Purple Mansion, he actually said that he had never lost a single defeat, and he just pretended to be that way, and he even had to pretend in front of his dignified Purple Mansion peak powerhouse.

Han Feng was also stunned by the coercion of Miyamoto Musashi, but soon Han Feng figured out that this Miyamoto Musashi was not pretending to be coercive or arrogant, but that he was a samurai sword. Demon's pride.

wow!

"Ignorance, ridiculous! Arrogant!"

"No one who talks like this in front of Elder Xueyu has never been alive!"

"That's it! It's only a middle stage of the Purple Mansion, and it's so arrogant!"

"You will die under the hands of Elder Xueyu in a while!"

A group of Zifu monks from the Xuanyu Sect first mocked Miyamoto Musashi for a while, and then touted Elder Xueyu for a while.

Elder Xueyu listened very comfortably, and then he swayed his sleeves and made the appearance of an unparalleled powerhouse.

"Boy, look good, this old man's move: blood will burn your body. Don't be too crazy in your next life, go and repent on Huangquan Road."

A strange blood-red mist surged out of Elder Xueyu's wide sleeves instantly, swallowing Miyamoto Musashi's body directly.

"Elder Xueyu's move is something that many half-step primordial spirits in the sect can't handle. In the middle stage of Zifu in this district, there is no doubt that he will die."

"What is certain death, do you think that a cultivator in the middle stage of Zifu can resist Elder Xueyu's methods?"

"That's right, I think he'll be dead with nothing left in a while!"

A group of Zifu monks from Xuan Yuzong began to promote the elders of blood feathers again. Han Feng looked at the group of Zifu monks speechlessly. Is this a group of helpers or flatterers?

Han Feng doesn't worry about Miyamoto Musashi, it would be nice if the peerless swordsman, who is known as the double sword style, was so easy to kill. Miyamoto has double swords in his hand, but he uses swordsmanship, but what he wields is still sword energy.

He is a mysterious samurai, unparalleled juggernaut, double swordsman, unparalleled in the world... all kinds of names are crowned on him.

He claims to be invincible and lonely, and Han Feng has a feeling that Miyamoto Musashi is likely to really kill the blood feather elder at the peak of the Purple Mansion..

Although Han Feng didn't know why he had such crazy thoughts.

"Master, is Elder Miyamoto okay?"

Li Jiu and Wei Wei Ran said to Han Feng, they have also been with Miyamoto Musashi for so many days, this is a proud and forthright man, and after getting along for a long time, the goodwill he gives people is getting more and more.

"No, if he has something to do, it's not Miyamoto Musashi!"

Han Feng said affirmatively.

......

On the side of Xuan Yuzong, Xue Yu was flattered by a group of Zifu monks, and his heart swelled.

"Hahaha! My blood qi burns my body, and if I get wrapped up, even half a step of my primordial spirit will be seriously injured, and I will definitely die below the peak of Zifu!"

Daoist Xueyu looked at the blood mist proudly, but soon, he was slapped in the face...

"The loneliness in the world is nothing more than invincibility!"

A thick voice sounded, and then the sword energy burst out in the blood mist.

"what?!"

Daoist Blood Feather's pupils shrank, only to see Miyamoto Musashi standing in the air unharmed.

"So powerful!"

Li Jiu looked at Miyamoto Musashi in the sky and was amazed.

"This is the meaning of the sword. You can observe and observe it, which is good for cultivation."

Li Jiu said,

"What if the blood fog is broken and the body burns! Look at the old man's sword!"

Daoist Xueyu appeared with a long saber in his hand. He was also a saber cultivator, but he did not comprehend the meaning of the saber.

"Knives come? You come with knives too! I, let you see what real knives are!"

Miyamoto Musashi moved his two swords, and the sword gas turned into a tornado and swept past. Xuan Yuzong's group of Zifu cultivators changed their expressions and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"Wow~"

Daoist Xueyu resisted the sword wind, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth and fell to the ground.

"What? That's the peak elder of the Purple Palace of Xuan Yuzong!? He actually lost with one move!?"

"The strength of this sword-wielding Heavenly Gang Daoist is so terrifying!"

"Sure enough, the Tiangang Dao Sect hides the dragon and crouches the tiger, I am afraid that the former abjection is also pretending, but it is just trying to hide the strength!"

"I'll say it! This Heavenly Gangdao used to be a powerful existence that was infinitely close to the eighth-order sect, so why is it all of a sudden lonely? It turned out to be hiding its strength!"

"I knew earlier that I should worship Tiangang Dao Sect."

"Alas! I regret the beginning!"

Outside the Tiangang Dao Sect, many monks who watched the play were talking about it, and at the same time, the power of Miyamoto Musashi's defeat of Zifu was already engraved in their hearts.