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After rebirth, Chen Hao's physique quietly transformed, and he was immune to cold and heat.

As he walked underground along the stone steps, his hair suddenly stood up. It was definitely not because the forbidden area of ​​the Fujiwara family was too cold, but a physical reaction caused by the warning signs in his heart.

It's like when ordinary people watch a horror movie and are frightened by a certain scene.

Chen Hao concluded that there was danger hidden underground.

"It's best for you and her to stay up there." Nasha, who was walking in front, reminded Chen Hao tepidly.

Chen Hao smiled slightly and turned to look at Michiko.

Michiko smiled softly and said, "Your choice is my choice."

Chen Hao held Michiko's hand tightly and continued deep underground.

The deep passage spirals downward, and the stone steps seem to have no end.

The three of them walked through more than 300 stone steps, and the passage bifurcated.

"Which side do you choose?"

Nasha turned to ask Chen Hao.

"Men are on the left and women are on the right, that's it."

Chen Hao chooses at will.

Nasha had no objection.

The three separate.

Finally, Chen Hao took Michiko to an underground hall. To be more precise, it was a magnificent underground hall with everlasting lights illuminating the hall.

On the walls on both sides of the main hall are portraits of successive heads of the Fujiwara family.

Less than a hundred people protected more than a dozen important figures of the Fujiwara family, and Mori Kii was also there.

In the innermost part of the hall, the two doors are closed.

"ah!"

A ninja roared and slashed Chen Hao with his sword.

Chen Hao swung his fist and smashed the ninja's knife away, and the ninja smashed it away again.

The ninja flew more than ten meters quickly, hit the wall of the hall hard, and then fell to the ground, bleeding from his orifices and dying miserably.

With a random blow, an expert was killed.

In the eyes of the Fujiwara family, Chen Hao is not inferior to Nasha in the slightest.

Facing Chen Hao who was approaching step by step, a group of ninjas moved back involuntarily. Even if they only showed their eyes, they still couldn't hide the fear in their hearts.

"Ancestor, if you don't come out, the Fujiwara family will be doomed!"

Fujiwara Nobusawa's father, Fujiwara Yukio, kowtowed to the two or three closed doors and burst into tears.

Fujiwara Shigeru, Fujiwara Nobuzawa, Mori Kii and others did not care about Fujiwara Yukio's nerves. They looked at Chen Hao walking over with pale faces.

They thought they were well prepared, but they still found themselves in a desperate situation.

In the final analysis, they underestimated Chen Hao and did not expect that Chen Hao had a more terrifying companion.

Nearly a hundred ninjas were unable to retreat.

One person yelled "Kill!"

The ninjas had to swing their swords to kill Chen Hao.

The result... there was no suspense. In less than a minute, fifty or sixty black-clad ninjas fell around Chen Hao, dead or injured, like moths to a flame.

Michiko, who was standing next to Chen Hao, was not frightened by the bloody scene. She turned her face and stared at the man she loved deeply.

Marry a hero.

The dream she had.

Although her dream has only come true, she still feels lucky.

Chen Hao continued to move forward.

The remaining twenty or so ninjas had no fighting spirit and retreated to both sides, which was tantamount to making way for Chen Hao.

Fujiwara Yukio was still crying towards the two closed doors.

"If you kill everyone here, the R country officials will not let you go!" Fujiwara Nobuzawa roared in despair.

"For those important officials in country R, ​​it is worth trading the Fujiwara family for a stable life." Chen Hao's words left Fujiwara Nobuzawa speechless.

Politicians are far more realistic and even dirtier than businessmen. Sometimes they are willing to let millions and tens of millions of people suffer wars and disasters for the sake of profit.

Just when everyone in the Fujiwara family was in despair, cold words came into the main hall, "There is a saying in the country of China, which is to be merciful and merciful."

Michiko turned around and looked at the entrance to the underground hall.

An old man wearing a loose kimono and wearing wooden clogs walked in slowly, not angry or intimidating.

"The great swordsman is here!"

Shigeru Fujiwara shouted excitedly, as if he saw hope of living.

Fujiwara Yukio stopped kowtowing, turned to look at the person who came, and smiled through his tears. He learned that Chen Hao was a strong martial artist, so he personally went to ask the R country kendo master to come out to prevent any unexpected events.

Lay a dragnet.

The great swordsman will then take charge.

No matter whether it is a master of the Inagawa family or Chen Hao, breaking into the Fujiwara family is tantamount to courting death.

Yukio Fujiwara's original idea.

However, the great swordsman closed the door and thanked guests. He went all the way in vain. He was a little disappointed but thought he was still sure of victory. It wasn't until tonight that he fully realized how terrifying his opponent was this time.

"You saved the Fujiwara family. You are a great kindness. The Fujiwara family will remember it from generation to generation!"

Fujiwara Yukio turned around and kowtowed to the great swordsman.

"I'm here just to repay the favor I owed your father." Great swordsman Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Fujiwara Yukio coldly, and then looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was attracted by the weapon Miyamoto Musashi carried in his left hand, which looked like a sword but not a sword but not a sword.

This thing has no scabbard, and the dark brown sword body is dull and dull, like a newly unearthed thousand-year-old cultural relic that has withstood the corrosion of time and is no longer sharp.

The most peculiar thing is that the hilt of this sword is longer than the hilt of a normal samurai sword, almost forty centimeters, which makes it lose the beauty of the sword and look nondescript.

Most of the people who saw this ugly sword were confused and puzzled as to why Miyamoto Musashi carried such a sword.

"Tian Shi holds the sword..."

Mori Kii murmured silently.

In the legend of Country R, ​​the sword Tianshi holds belongs to the father of the gods, but this sword is not as well-known as the Tiancongyun sword of the royal family that has been passed down from generation to generation.

This sword seems to have only existed in legends and has never appeared in the world.

"Kill yourself."

Miyamoto Musashi was extremely confident and seemed disdainful to kill Chen Hao himself.

"You want me to commit suicide?"

Chen Hao smiled.

Miyamoto Musashi frowned, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, placed it against his heart, slowly slid his right foot forward, and squatted slightly.

This posture means that Miyamoto Musashi is preparing to draw his sword. The ugly sword in his hand is indeed the Tenju sword, one of the three great swords of R country, as Mori Kii said.

The Tiancongyun Sword symbolizes power and is a royal treasure.

Tian Shi holds the sword, representing the supreme swordsmanship.

"Look at the sword!"

As Miyamoto Musashi spoke, he slashed with his sword.

Most of the people watching the battle were stunned, because Miyamoto Musashi was twelve or three meters away from Chen Hao. He stood still and slashed horizontally with his sword. Was he fighting with the air?

Miyamoto Musashi slashed horizontally with his sword, forming an arc-shaped shock wave visible to the naked eye.