Maoshan Ghost King

It was just a move that showed the strength of the Xuanmenzong Great Xingtang master.

It's just a trick to make judgments.

Hirayama Ryuta uses the top ten famous Japanese swords, Leiqi, and the old way of Xuanmenzong uses an ordinary wooden sword. Although it looks like a joke, the old way is filled with spiritual power. When he was above the wooden sword, the force that burst out was even more terrifying than that of Lei Che.

And that Hirayama Ryuta was not a weak person in Shiqingshui Hachimangu, but a super-strength elder level. In the hands of this seemingly ordinary old Taoist, he suffered a loss when he came up.

This is just one of them, and there are more than a dozen in the back. Is each one as powerful as this old way?

The Xuanmen Sect’s Great Execution Hall represents the face of the Xuanmen Sect, and the final dignity is that if you don’t make a move, you will definitely not return empty-handed.

In fact, when these more than a dozen old ways appeared here, the horrible aura that they showed on them already made those Japanese practitioners shiver.

It is the world of practice in Japan, and the other party also knows that Xuanmen School is the first sect in China. Its profound background is more than two thousand years, and it is not a small place in Japan.

Since Xuanmenzong dared to send people to Japan, he had full confidence, even if he couldn't kill Miyamoto Taro, he would not shame the Xuanmenzong's face.

This is Xuanmenzong, and it represents the face of the entire Chinese practice world.

Na Hirayama Takashi took a deep breath, and Lei Che held his hand tightly, his eyes fixed on the old man in front of him like a falcon.

"Your cultivation is strong, dare to ask what's the name?" Hirayama Ryuta slowly approached the old way of the big punishment hall again.

"Are you sure you want to know the name of the poor Tao?" The old Tao suddenly said, his voice turned out to be a little hoarse.

He practiced in the back mountain of Xuanmen Sect all the year round and rarely spoke. This is probably the first thing he said after he came out of the mountain.

"Is there anything wrong?" Hirayama Ryuta asked.

"Yes, but if you know the name of Poor Dao, you will die." The old Dao said very arrogantly.

Hirayama Ryuta suddenly became angry, killing intent suddenly, and yelling, lifting the knife and ran toward the old way again.

In his opinion, that old way is a merciless humiliation to him.

However, it is not. The old ways of the Great Xingtang generally don't let people know their names.

It is faster than the arrest of the important criminal, and the prisoner will not be allowed to know his name, for fear that the other party is not dead and will retaliate.

So, knowing the name will die.

There is no room for maneuver.

Lei Che in the hands of Takata Hirayama who was furiously burst out with a powerful force. With a single shot, the sword smashed, and accompanied by a muffled thunder, it rushed towards the old way.

The old man laughed three times, and the wooden sword in his hand was raised again, his figure resembling electricity, and he rushed directly to Hirayama Ryuta.

The old man is very happy.

It may have been years since I had a fight.

I still remember that when Little Japan invaded China, I was still very young. I didn’t expect that one day, our practitioners of China would also step into the land of Little Japan and fight against these small Japan, just for the sake of Take revenge on the fellow Xuanmenzong who sacrificed.

When he was happy, the old Taoist even recited a poem aloud.

"Jingkang shame, it is still not snowing. The courtiers hate, when will they die! Drive a long car to break through the Helan Mountain. Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, laughing and drinking the Xiongnu's blood. Wait for the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Hirayama Ryuta made a quick attack, skillful with his sword, and deadly moves, but every move was solved by the old way with a wooden sword.

The two collided together, like two groups of phantoms, inseparable and inseparable, and the momentum was the same. Everyone could only hear a jingle in their ears, as if they had opened a blacksmith shop.

However, the sound did not last long, and the two quickly separated in less than tens of seconds.

Hirayama Ryuta still maintained a motion of raising the knife, motionless.

The old Tao had already received the wooden sword and walked in the direction of Hirayama Ryuta.

"What a quick sword..." Hirayama Ryuta spit out a few words.

"My name is Chenluan!" The old Dao approached Ryuta Hirayama and said a few words.

As soon as these words were finished, Hirayama Ryuta's body fell straight to the ground, and a pool of blood spread from under the body of Hirayama Ryuta, like a red flower.

This flower blooms bigger and bigger.

Obviously, Takashi Hirayama lost too much and died.

The old way did what he said, before he died, let him know his way name.

The old Dao who received the wooden sword shook his figure and rose on the ground. In the blink of an eye, he fell into the group of old Dao, standing motionless like a green pine.

"Who else!" The elder of Xuanmenzong Xingtang glanced at the Japanese practitioners.

Nobody...

These old Daots are simply non-human.

The top master of Shi Qingshui Hachiman Palace, just like that, within 30 seconds, he lost his life, who would dare to come.

"Master Dao is mighty!" Ge Tianming laughed and admired sincerely.

"It's just a small trick to scare people. With this strength, Xuanmenzong dare to run to my big Japan to show off his might?" Taro Miyamoto finally spoke.

He had been observing the battle before, and the corner of his mouth had been sneer with indifferent sneer.

Although strong, there is still a gap compared with his demigod.

Those Japanese practitioners who fell in a pool of blood seem to have nothing to do with Taro Miyamoto.

Next, seeing Taro Miyamoto stretched out his hand, the huge sky cloud sword suddenly moved. The huge sword body made a loud rumbling sound, and it flew slowly, leaving the ground, and rising into the air. Meanwhile, at the same time, the huge sky cloud sword was also shrinking and flew in the direction of Miyamoto Taro.

The Yin Yang face saw that Taro Miyamoto wanted to control the cloud sword of the sky, and he was shocked. This is the magic weapon at the bottom of the Kasuga Taisha Shrine. How can he let Taro Miyamoto use it.

The power of this magic sword is too great. Once it falls into his hands, how can others survive?

Right now, Yin Yang face bluffed both hands, urging Fa Jue, and also controlled Cong Yun Jian to come back that day. How did he know that Cong Yun Jian was completely out of his control on this day, and he flew in the direction of Miyamoto Taro.

The two faces spurted blood at the same time, but they still couldn't stop the sky cloud sword.

"Ghost ball, don't fight, you can't get him..." Ge Tianming said.

The yin and yang face still gave up, and continued to work hard, and there was a faint golden light lingering all over his body.

Taro Miyamoto snorted disdainfully, and waved his hand, the Sky Cong Yunjian fell into his hand, and the yin and yang face immediately snorted, and a mouthful of old blood came out.

Competing for spiritual power, Yin Yang face is not enough, even though he is also regarded as an earth fairy.