The strongest collapse system

Chapter 203

Qingshui Temple... After the ruins fell into silence again, the Dongying warriors who were watching were still staring in this direction in a daze.

"How did it end, who won?" someone asked.

When the battle between the Great Demon God and Wang Fan reached a fever pitch, they had already retreated hundreds of feet, and with the green sword energy spreading, even those with advanced skills could hardly see the situation of the battle clearly.

"Did the War God of the Central Plains win?" a Dongying warrior asked loudly.

"Maybe the devil won?" Another person was not sure.

In their hearts, they actually hoped that the Great Demon God would win. After all, Wang Fan was from China and was the mortal enemy of Dongpu. Although the Great Demon God was unknown, he obviously had a close relationship with Dongpu.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the blue sword energy in the sky dissipated, and the strong murderous intent was no longer in the air, the Dongying warriors slowly approached the ruins of Qingshui Temple.

However, neither Wang Fan nor the Great Demon God disappeared.

Only piles of ruins remained, witnessing this unprecedented war.

A ruin three hundred meters away suddenly exploded, revealing three figures.

But it was the emperor Shenwu, his husband and three people.

At this moment, they were in extremely miserable condition, their breaths were disordered, their chests were stained with traces of blood, and they were seriously injured. Monk Zongchun was especially seriously injured. His skin was blue, as if he had the deathly aura on the face of a terminally ill person. .

"Mikado, are you okay?" Ninagawa put his knife on the ground and helped Kazuo Kammu up.

"It's okay, go and see Master Zongchun." Kazuo Shenwu just stood up and looked at Zongchun who was beside him.

They were also unlucky, the high-rise building happened to be on the route of the last sword light, and when they realized this, death was already in sight.

If it wasn't for Zong Chun's unleashing of the secret art of self-sacrifice, which erupted with unprecedented combat power and hit the sword energy to make it slightly deviate from the direction, the three of them would have died without a whole body.

Ningagawa walked up to Monk Zongchun, and was about to help him up, but was stopped.

"Do not touch me!"

Monk Zong Chun spat out blood, and the blue color on his skin became more intense.

He just uttered four words, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Your Majesty, don't let him draw his sword!" Monk Zong Chun spat out a sentence with difficulty.

He seemed to want to say something more, but suddenly his eyes widened and he didn't move anymore.

The breath of life disappeared from Zong Chun's body. This extraordinary monk in Japan, who was proficient in poetry, calligraphy and painting, and the peerless powerhouse who created the magical power of "seeing the heart with the eyes of the Buddha", died like this.

"Master Zongchun..." A look of sadness flashed in the emperor's eyes.

Monk Zongchun is actually a member of the Emperor's family. According to his seniority, he is Kazuo Kanmu's uncle. He has served as a guard for many years and has a deep relationship with Kazuo Kanmu.

His death dealt a huge blow to Kazuo Shenwu.

"Rest in peace!" He was about to close his eyes for Zong Chun when something happened.

The cyan color on Zong Chun's skin suddenly deepened, turning into a dark green color, dark and deep, and then hundreds of fierce and thin sword qi sprayed out from all the acupuncture points on his body, bringing out blood mist all over the sky.

More than a dozen of them stabbed straight at the Emperor, as fast as sharp arrows.

Changing his elbow and armpit, the emperor was stunned for a moment.

"Emperor beware!"

Fortunately, Ningagawa was always on guard. Seeing this scene, he immediately held the sword in both hands, and slashed out the famous sword "Jiguang" in his hand, and the sword lights shot out in an instant, with a magnificent momentum, hitting more than ten sword qi.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of impact continued, and eventually they were both annihilated.

"Pfft!" Ninagawa spat out blood, her face pale.

But after all, it blocked all the sword energy that shot at Kazuo Shenwu.

Kazuo Shenwu, who had narrowly escaped death, was stunned: "What an amazing swordsmanship!"

Just being hit by the aftermath, a generation of extraordinary monk Zongchun Master Zongchun died, and the remaining sword energy struck a master of swordsmanship to the point of death.

It almost killed him, the emperor!
"We can't let this person stay in Dongpu anymore." A firm look flashed in Shenwu Kazuo's eyes.

……

In a small valley with green mountains and green waters on the outskirts of Kyoto, there is a small wooden house where an old man lives in seclusion.

In addition to the necessary living needs, the old man has been with the two graves all the time.

One big, one small, two graves.

Next to the grave is a knife, a knife covered with soil, dead leaves and other filth. The wind blows on the knife and makes a buzzing sound, as if it is crying.

Its owner, on the other hand, was sitting between two tombs, drinking and dazing, his whole body exuding an aura of decadence.

The old man is really too old, his hair is gray, and his skin is covered with age spots. He is skinny and bones. He sits on the ground with his eyes closed and only occasionally moves, like a zombie.

"Uncle, you..."

When Emperor Shenwu Kazuo came here, he couldn't believe that the dying old man in front of him could be his mighty uncle.

Not only him, but also the kendo master Ninagawa who came with him was full of disbelief.

"Is he still the number one swordsman in Japan back then?" Ninagawa's heart pounded, "It's too childish for the emperor to pin all his hopes of defeating the Valkyrie on him."

Ninagawa does not judge books by their appearance.

He is a master of swordsmanship, so he can naturally sense the state of Huangying and Jingji at this moment.

People are separated by knives.

"A real swordsman, as long as he still holds his sword for a day, he can truly feel that the sword is integrated with his life, life and death are shared, the sword is with everyone, and the sword is dead. The knife connected with life also means that he has lost all will to fight. A swordsman who has lost all will to fight, no matter how high his cultivation level is, his sharpness will fade, what is the use of it?"

Some pictures from that year flashed in Ninagawa's mind.

These words were taught to him by Huangying when he just got the famous sword "Jiguang".

And now Jingji is more than just being abandoned?Its sword soul has reached the point of dying out.

"Uncle Emperor, I and Ninagawa came to see you." Kazuo Shenwu stepped forward and said respectfully.

After a while, the old man seemed to come to his senses, turned his head slightly, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Kazuo Shenwu, and seemed to recognize it after a long time, and said slowly: "You are here... It's been a long time I didn't see you, why did you come to find the old man suddenly?"

"It's been my fault for not visiting the emperor's uncle for a long time." There was a trace of guilt on Shenwu Kazuo's face.

Kazuo Shenwu hadn't visited Huangying for a long time, and it was too heartless to ask him to go out to deal with an unrivaled powerhouse when he just came to visit this time.

What made Kazuo Shenwu even more shaken was that Huangying's age and decadence were beyond imagination. Can such an old man who looks like he is dying, really be able to stop that Martial God who is rampant in the world?
But he has no other choice.

"Uncle Emperor, 'he' has come to Japan..."

(End of this chapter)