I have a role in the heavens

Ito'o's face was gloomy and uncertain, his eyes were shining with blood, and he looked at Li Daoqing in surprise.

Wearing a gray Taoist robe and a yellow belt around his waist, the stones are like jade and the pines are like green. The handsome man is unique and unique in the world. He is a beautiful young man in gray robe and a god with yellow ribbon. Whose young man is so charming? Surrounded by yin and yang, holding the sun and moon in his chest, standing above the sky and the earth, there is only one person.

This is a young man from Jiuzhou. His martial arts cultivation is extremely advanced. Such a martial arts sage may not appear in three hundred years. It reminds him of two people, Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen. They have the same unfathomable strength and the same overwhelming aura. , Unparalleled in style, people look up to him.

"Your cultivation is comparable to that of Sun and Li back then. It reminds me of what happened eighty years ago!"

"Back then I was just a young man in his twenties, full of youth and high spirits. A few of us went to challenge Sun Lutang, and a few others went to challenge Li Shuwen."

"At noon, the shade of the trees is just right, and there is a pavilion on the lonely pond. I watch the bees repenting quietly, and think about the crane's appearance. The French wine mixes the spirit, and the clear harp enters the soul. The great opportunity is resting, how can I inscribe the battles? It was like this in Sun Lutang back then. I am still sitting by the pond now, and after seeing us, I recited this poem, which had a profound impact!"

Ito'o's voice was unexpected. It didn't have the deepness and hoarseness of a centenarian. It wasn't even a man's voice. If you closed your eyes and listened, you would never believe that this voice came from the mouth of a centenarian.

It is thin and crisp. This is the voice of a young woman. It is very beautiful and sweet. But when it is placed on a centenarian old man, it looks very strange and coquettish. When people listen to it, they will get goosebumps and panic in their hearts. , like a fierce ghost from the underworld, seducing souls and seeking life.

"I don't know how many times I have recalled what happened that day. I can't forget it even if I want to!"

"Six of us attacked Sun Lutang at the same time, but we all fell to the ground without even touching his shadow. Even Master Sakata Kazuo, the senior appointed by His Majesty the Emperor, was knocked to the ground by his single hand. After returning home, we couldn't bear this. It’s humiliating, I’m so angry to death.”

Ito man had a look of emotion on his face. As people get older, they tend to be a bit verbose and always like to recall the past. Perhaps only in the memories of the past can they find the passion and glory of the past, adding a bit more color to their boring and gloomy old life. .

Li Daoqing had heard about this period of history. After all, he had received the inheritance of Sun Style Tai Chi. Zhou Binglin also talked about this old incident to him. Sun Lutang recorded it and felt the ambition of the Japanese martial arts masters. Worry describes them as forbearing and ruthless as wild wolves, and they need to be on guard.

The Japanese martial arts masters who challenged Sun Lutang all survived, but those Japanese who challenged Li Shuwen were not so lucky. One by one, they were all killed by the Baji Gun in Li Shuwen's hand.

Li Shuwen is an upright person, hates evil as much as enemies, has a fiery temperament and a strong temperament. He is proficient in Bajiquan and marksmanship. He has the reputation of unrivaled punching and sharp spear. Li Shuwen is also known as the first master of his family.

Li Shuwen was short and lean, but very powerful. He fought in martial arts all his life, and almost none of his men survived. The killer star was reincarnated. When those Japanese martial arts masters came to challenge him, how could he survive? Among them was Ito'o's elder brother Taro Ito. His throat was pierced by Li Shuwen's big gun.

Itoo and others were afraid of Li Shuwen's murderous nature and did not even dare to collect the corpse. Li Shuwen's disciples threw it into the mountains and fed it to the wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountains. No bones were left. This was Itoo's biggest regret in his life.

"Senior Sun Lutang is too kind and actually allowed you to return to Japan alive!"

Itoo did not agree with Li Daoqing's words. Although he lost to Sun Lutang, he sincerely admired the other party's martial arts cultivation and boxing skills, and retorted.

"Sun Lutang is indeed the God of Martial Arts, his martial arts skills are profound and unpredictable!"

"This poem is indeed the best way to cultivate your spirit and adjust your mentality in Chinese culture. At noon in the sunrise, sit quietly under the shade of a tree, watching the movements of bees, thinking about the appearance of cranes, and drinking wine. He harmonized his spirit, used the Qingqin to penetrate his soul, and made an inscription on his walking stick. Sun Lutang has mastered the samadhi. I am now a hundred years old, and I can only achieve eight or nine points. , but there is not much life left.”

Ito-o sighed, like the sorrow of a young woman, cold and tactful, making people feel even more strange and cold, and couldn't help but shiver.

Li Daoqing stopped his distracting thoughts, his mind was calm, his eyes were shining and as gentle as jade. Although he was standing in the wind and rain, his body was not wet by the rain, as if he was in another space, out of reach.

"Even if you live another hundred years, it's just a waste of time. Your state of cultivation is far worse than that of Sun Lutang!"

"You are a ninja, proficient in the two schools of Iga and Koga ninjutsu, and have lived in the midst of killing since you were a child!"

"Now, although you have dissipated all the murderous aura from your body through meditation and cultivation, there is still a trace of murderous aura in your heart, which cannot be refined at all. Your level is much lower than that of Sun Lutang!"

Itoo closed his blood-red eyes with a complicated expression. Indeed, as Li Daoqing said, the murderous intention in his heart could not be completely eradicated, and he could not reach the state of natural agility, let alone the unity of heaven and man. He couldn't help but sigh.

"I have been killing people for thirty years, and I have spent another sixty years meditating and cultivating, erasing my murderous intention, and forgetting all the methods of killing. Many young people even think that I am too old to kill anyone. I am not young anymore." People are willing to learn ninjutsu from me!"

When he said the word "kill", Ito opened his bloody and coquettish eyes, with endless murderous intent in his body. His voice was not crisp and sweet, but more ferocious. His eyes were like swords, sharp as he looked at Li Daoqing felt so oppressive that the wind and rain between heaven and earth stopped for a breath.

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would see another martial arts god like Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen. I would like to try it. After a hundred years of practice, I might be able to kill a martial arts god like Sun Lutang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ito man picked up the bamboo stick next to him. His energy and blood exploded, and the temperature of the surrounding air increased. It turned into a big furnace. The force was so strong that the air was exploded by the bamboo stick, and he burst out. There were bursts of explosions.

"Boom boom boom!"

It's as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, and as motionless as a mountain. These sixteen words are the most suitable to describe Ito'o's sudden attack. As early as when Li Daoqing arrived, he noticed that the person who came was not good. There was a faint murderous intent surrounding him, and he began to accumulate murderous intent in his body.

He is a ninja, and he will use any means to achieve his goals. He is most vicious and vicious. The blood in his eyes is even brighter. He appears in front of Li Daoqing in the blink of an eye. The energy in his body fully explodes. His face is ferocious and cruel, and he does not hide it. The murderous intention towards Li Daoqing.

There seems to be a kind of magic in Ito's eyes. After one look at it, people can't help but slide away, which will make people feel bored and vomiting. Those are the strange eyes of a hell devil.

Before the bamboo stick could be chopped off, Ito-o exploded with force in his hand and shattered the bamboo stick, revealing the katana hidden in the bamboo stick. It was cold and snow-white, with chrysanthemum-like cloud patterns on the blade. The sharp blade gave people a sense of Feeling: You don’t need to touch it, your eyes will hurt and bleed just by looking at it! This shows how sharp this samurai sword is.

The behavior of hiding the knife in the bamboo stick is very similar to that of Itoo himself. The murderous intention outside the body has disappeared. He looks harmless and old, but there is still endless murderous intention in his heart. Once it breaks out, it will turn into ruthless killing again. Machine, kill the enemy.

The fragments of the bamboo stick turned into hidden weapons one after another at extremely fast speeds. Under the burst of Ito Man's strength, they were all shot towards the vital points of Li Daoqing's body. Don't look at these as just bamboo fragments. With the blessing of Ito Man's full burst of strength, It is enough to shoot through a five-centimeter steel plate. It is sharp and sharp, not inferior to hidden weapons such as throwing knives and plum-blossom needles.

Ito-o gently moved the tip of the knife, but it was like a swordfish swimming through the water. The tip of the knife was straight, and the wrist vibrated as it swam without causing any sound of breaking wind! After stabbing straight in front of Li Daoqing, the whole knife suddenly exploded! The sound is like cracking brocade! At the same time, the tip of the knife covered Li Daoqing's chest, heart, lungs, and even the Adam's apple in his throat!

In particular, the sword intention and murderous intention contained in this sword were completely displayed in this explosion like cracking brocade. Looking at his blood-red eyes, it gave people the feeling that his body suddenly changed. It was extremely cold, and the surroundings were full of strange and sinister winds. It was caused by the strong wind from his knife, which caused the surrounding trees to shake wildly. In this dim and rainy weather, there were many ghosts and shadows, and the sound was like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Captivating.

Ito's sword technique perfectly combines sound, color, light, energy, spirit and power! Coupled with his monstrous murderous intent, vicious determination, and all the mental and physical strength he had accumulated for sixty years exploded, it can be called the most powerful sword in history!

When Ito-o was young, he once had such a knife attack and stabbed someone. Before the knife penetrated that person's heart, the person's liver and gallbladder had already ruptured and he was frightened to death. Therefore, Ito-o still had a title back then, called Demon knife.

Li Daoqing faced Itoo's domineering, cruel and vicious sword blow, his eyes were always as calm as water, and there was even a hint of chivalry in the corner of his mouth. He was calm and unhurried. He circled his hands and activated the Tai Chi Silk Winding Power. Countless bamboo cane fragments seemed to be Pulled by an inexplicable force, it gathered in Li Daoqing's hands and turned into a fragmented ball. Li Daoqing didn't even bother to look at Itoo. He waved his hand and exploded with force. The fragmented ball in his hand turned into the most terrifying thing in the world. The weapon flew towards Ito Man as fast as lightning.

The bamboo fragments turned into streams of light at an extremely fast speed, making a whistling sound in the air. It was faster than the big bullets fired by the sniper rifle. There were even sparks on the fragments. This was because the speed was too fast, and the bamboo fragments There was violent friction with the air, which ignited the bamboo fragments.

Ito'o's expression changed, and he was shocked. The katana in his hand quickly changed. The blade turned and drew an arc, blocking all the fragments before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Daoqing stepped on his feet, and the yin and yang of Heluo manifested under his feet. This was the Yu Step. He just saw Tamura Naoyi use it once, then perfected it and used it, making this Taoist stunt reappear again.

The rainwater on the ground turned into a water lotus, dragging Li Daoqing's body, shrunk to an inch, and appeared in front of Ito Man. His arms stretched out, and his sleeves slipped, revealing half of his forearm, which was like jade, exuding Shining and shining, this is the jade body that Li Daoqing has perfected through the refining of his physical body. It is indestructible and hard to be damaged by swords. Even the Bodhi Golden Body built by Ba Liming, who is a master of martial arts, is not as hard as Li Daoqing's Taoist body.

Li Daoqing's arm turned into an iron whip. This was a direct strike from Tai Chi's single whip, which hit Ito Makoto hard. The strong wind exploded, and the air was blown up, forming an air cannon, which hit Ito Makoto.

Ito Makoto's face was heavy, his eyes were squinted, and the slits of his eyes were still shining with coquettish blood. The katana in his hand turned again, and the energy and blood exploded. The organs in his body groaned in pain, and all his strength was used. They have all been used. Even if Li Daoqing can be killed this time, he will die of organ failure.

The cold light shone, and before the blade even came close, the force of the blade had already cut through the rain curtain in front of him. The blade was so sharp that it hit Li Daoqing's forearm head-on.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound of metal breaking. The samurai sword that had been sharpened like clay by Ito Man's hands was broken at the sound, and was smashed into pieces by Li Daowang's whip. And on the smooth jade forearm, there was actually a No red marks were left.

Ito'o's old face was pale, and his blood-red eyes were widened. He couldn't believe what he saw. How could a flesh and blood body withstand the sword that was as sharp as clay in his hand.

Ito Makoto still held the bare handle of the knife with both hands, and the fragments of the blade were still lying in the void, with a look of shock on his face. Once it makes you strong, it will weaken again, and finally it will be exhausted! He is already over a hundred years old, and the explosion just now has consumed more than half of his physical energy and spirit. If he fails with one strike, his momentum will decline like a tide!

Li Daoqing didn't care what Ito-o thought. He straightened the five fingers of his right hand and bent them one after another. The five fingers spread out like a peacock, as if playing a piano. They popped out at the same time. The fragments of the blade in the air turned into meteors. Under Ito-o's desperate and surprised eyes, , shot into his body.

Ito'o's body seemed to have been shot head-on by countless guns. It was beaten into a sieve. Blood flowed out and dyed the ground red. He was still holding the bare handle of the knife tightly in his hand, which was the symbol of his ninja spirit. Sustenance, even in death, cannot let go.

The blood in his eyes finally receded, turning into black and white eyes. There was a look of shock on his face, and he opened and closed his mouth with difficulty. His voice was no longer that of a young girl, it was old and hoarse, low and weak.

"You have surpassed Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen in martial arts cultivation. You have broken the limits of martial arts. Seeing all the gods in your body, I won't lose unjustly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly fell to the ground, splashing blood all over the ground, and the entire ground was a mess.

Li Daoqing stood in front of Ito's body, his expression calm, without any complacency, as deep as the sea. He glanced at the quiet environment around him, curled his lips, and said angrily.

"It's really an advantage for you to die in such a quiet place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed past, and water lotuses bloomed on the ground. The clouds and rain dispersed, and they rushed towards the direction of Tokyo City again. Li Daoqing's figure was still there.

In a quiet and deep Japanese-style courtyard, an old man is sitting in the room. Behind him stands a knife stand with various swords on it, including not only Japanese samurai swords, but also Chinese swords. Dao, Pu Dao, Yanyue Dao, Tang Dao, these are the trophies of this old man when he was young. Some were obtained through martial arts competitions, and some were snatched from him when he led an army to besiege the enemy. Each sword represents a person. The life of the Chinese boxer disappeared.

This old man looks younger than the previous two great masters, but he is still an octogenarian and has a skinny figure. Although he is sitting in the room, his back is straight, and he has an iron-blooded and bookish aura. , this is a erudite and talented general. The elegance and iron-blooded spirit are perfectly integrated in him. It is contradictory and harmonious, just like the combination of yin and yang, perfect.

This person is the original Japanese Navy Admiral Takeyama Oeda. He is also a scholar and scholar in Japan who studies Wang Yangming's school of mind. He is also a great master of alchemy, with qi and blood holding the elixir, and full strength.

Takeyama Oede looked solemn, with a samurai sword across his legs. This was the sword he used to serve as a naval admiral. It was extremely sharp. He placed his palm on the blade. His dry palm was wide and his fingers were slender. He gently stroked the blade and the blade. The cold light is bright and compelling.

Zhushan Dazhi is already old, and his eyes are full of turbid yellow spots, but his eyes are still sharp and unparalleled. He quietly looks at the figure walking in outside the door. This is a young Chinese Taoist priest, rich and handsome, with unparalleled grace. .

Li Daoqing stood at the door of the room, blocking the sunlight behind him. His shadow stretched long, and he came in front of Zhushan Dazhi. His expression was peaceful and his heart was still, like a Buddha, solemn and solemn.

Zhushan Dazhi seemed to have been waiting for Li Daoqing's arrival for a long time. His face was calm and calm, without any surprise, and his eyes were sharp, like a sword. He slowly raised the old man and looked into Li Daoqing's clear and deep eyes. It seems that there is a vast ocean hidden, unfathomable.

"The young people from China, Tamura Naoyoshi and Itoo, both died in your hands, right?"

Takeyama Oede's voice was different from Ito'o's. It was full of energy, resounding like a bell, and contained the charm of the clash of gold and iron. It was decisive and decisive, making people know that the old man in front of them was an iron-blooded general.

Li Daoqing nodded, his eyes were dark and his mind was clear and clear. He knew that there were only two of them in the courtyard, and the others had been dismissed by the old man in front of him. It was probably because he was afraid that Li Daoqing would implicate his family, so he did this.

"Yes, I killed them all. If nothing else happens, you should also die in my hands today!"

Li Daoqing's words were so domineering and confident, full of arrogance and contempt for the world.