Urban Madness

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"One day the sword will be in your hand and kill all Japanese dogs in the world!"

Ye Fan's heroic voice resounded through the entire Mount Fuji.

humiliation!

Naked humiliation at this time!

Many Japanese strong players in the field felt ashamed and indignant that they had been slapped severely.

At this moment, Ye Fan thought, and the pendant hanging between his neck rose in the wind.

"Zheng!"

The sound of a dragon's sword sound resounded throughout the world, and a sharp sword intent agitated.

Soon, the pendant turned into a Thunder Tribulation Sword and was held by Ye Fan.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lei Jiejian.

Looking into the distance, I saw the arc thunder lingering on the blade, showing off dazzling, mysterious and extraordinary, as if it was the weapon of the nine-day thunder **** controlling thunder, and should not exist in the world.

"Buzzing buzzing..."

Except for the Sky Cloud Sword, the weapons of the many warriors in the field trembled, as if they had encountered the supreme king.

Even the Chi Xiao Sword in Nangong Jue's hand shuddered.

Perceiving this strangeness, Nangong Jue's face changed drastically, and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "This...what kind of sword is this, why is it more noble than my Chi Xiao?!"

You know, Chi Xiao is one of China's top ten divine swords, known as the sword of the king, how can it easily surrender to other weapons?

Nangong Jue didn't know that this Thunder Tribulation Sword was made by the fusion of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan and the Thunder Tribulation Divine Wood, and it was made by Wei Lao himself using the Nine Dragons Cauldron.

Its quality has already completed a qualitative leap, far better than other divine swords, second only to the No. 1 Shengdao Xuanyuan sword.

At this moment, Ye Fan holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword, Yuan Yu Yue Zhi, seemed to have become the center of the world, high above the world, dominating the common people, crossing the ages, and dominating the world.

Even if the sun, the moon and the stars were compared with him, they were suddenly overshadowed, without any brilliance at all!

For a time, the sight of everyone in the venue was only Ye Fan's figure, like the life of the Nine Heavens Profound Realm, which made people worship and did not dare to resist any resistance.

Such a transcendent manner of sanctification is even better than that of Sword Saint Genus Musashi.

...

For a moment, the mountain top was silent, and the needle dropped was audible, and there was deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to be petrified, standing still, captivated by Ye Fan's might, motionless, holding their breath, not even daring to let out the atmosphere.

Suddenly, Gen Musashi stared at Ye Fan, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he said every word: "It is worthy of a martial arts genius once in a thousand years. At a young age, he has such power and will surely surpass all beings in the future. It's a pity... I met the old man! Today, the old man will kill you by himself!"

Between the lines, there was a thick indiscriminate killing intent, as if it turned into an endless wave of anger, pressing against Ye Fan to crush him.

Ye Fan heard the words without fear, and raised his head proudly and said, "It's not that simple to kill me! Gen Musashi, today's undefeated legend, will definitely end in my hands! Stop talking nonsense, come and fight!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan's fighting spirit was over the sky, holding the Thunder Tribulation Sword, his figure was like a changhong piercing the sun and a meteor chasing the moon, shooting forward.

"Huh!"

The tip of the Lei Jie sword burst out with a star-like light, as if it could poke a hole in the blue sky.

"Good come! Profound meaning-Wan Jian is buried!"

Gen Musashi yelled, holding the Sky Cong Yun Sword in both hands, his aura burst out like an angry scorpion going out to sea.

"Puff chick chick chick!"

The sound of the sonic boom suddenly sounded like a series of muffled thunder bursts.

In an instant, Gen Musashi swung his sword countless times, and the others could only see afterimages.

His swordsmanship has reached the point where it reaches its peak. There are no straight stabs, only splits.

A sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is stronger than a sword.

It is said that it is ten thousand swords, but it is actually one sword. Thousands of swords merge together, and quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

With one sword, ten thousand swords are destroyed, the sky is broken and the earth is cracked, and the ghost is terrified.

This "ten thousand swords to be buried" is Gen Musashi's fame stunt a hundred years ago, and it contains his lifelong pursuit of killing.

Despite his reputation, many Japanese powerhouses in the field saw this move for the first time.

Because before that, everyone who had seen this trick had already died.

At this moment, the source Musashi and the sky cluster cloud sword, human sword are one, merge into one.

The sword is extremely magnificent, and the edge is so terrible that it can't be resisted, like a shocking light, like a long rainbow through the sky, enough to ruin all enemies.

For a moment, everyone in the field was shocked by the killing sword intent contained therein, and was shocked in a cold sweat.

Even though they were hundreds of meters away, they all seemed to feel a death sickle against their heads.

"Oh my God! It's terrifying! The swordsmanship of Gen. Musashi-sama and the realm of reaching the gods, even the ancient sword master, I am afraid they can't match him!"

"Chao heard it, Xi could die!"

"Hahaha... that kid in China was just now arrogant, and under Master Swordmaster's trick, I'm afraid he can't hold on to a single blow!"

...

In midair, Lei Jie Jian and Tian Cong Yun Jian finally collided.

Time and space seem to freeze at this moment.

I don't know how long it has passed, as short as a moment, and as long as a century.

"Zheng!"

A deafening sound of Jintiejiaoge suddenly sounded.

In the next moment, the terrifying energy spread in all directions, just like the energy exploded from the collapse of stars.

The eardrums of some weaker warriors immediately ooze and bleeding, and the internal organs also suffered different injuries. They flew more than a dozen meters before barely standing still.

The entire summit of Mount Fuji was affected, the earth cracked into dense cracks, countless towering trees were uprooted, and the sands and rocks were turned into dust.

Such a terrifying destructive power is like dropping a tactical missile.

However, in mid-air, the Thunder Tribulation Sword and the Sky Cong Yun Sword still collided with each other, motionless.

Ye Fan and Yuan Musashi were also stuck in midair, looking into the distance, like a still picture.

But if you look closely, you will find that the bodies of the two people are actually shaking at high frequencies, and the turbulent internal energy uses sharp swords to attack each other.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were clear, and a powerful and brave power burst out from his body, shouting:

"The brave sword slashes the sky!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the internal energy in the dantian was injected into the Thunder Tribulation Sword, without any reservations, and went forward indefinitely, giving up life and death, just like Jing Ke assassinating King Qin so tragic and determined, leaving no retreat for himself.

"boom!"

The scarlet sword gang appeared out of thin air, the wind and clouds changed color, the yin and yang were reversed, the universe was in chaos, and the world was shaking.

This sudden trick is beyond everyone's imagination, and is more domineering and tougher than Yuan Musashi's "Burial of Ten Thousand Swords".

As Jianfeng pointed out, everything will be torn apart.

In an instant, Gen Musashi's pupils shrank sharply into needle-like awns, and a trace of fear appeared on his face for an unprecedented time. On a whim, there was a faint premonition. If he shakes this sword hard, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

At the moment of the moment, Gen Musashi still made a choice, retracting the Sky Cong Yunjian, and his figure retreated violently.

"She!"

The fierce Jian Gang passed him, but still made a wound of seven or eight centimeters on his left shoulder.

The red blood gurgled out and dyed the samurai uniform red, which was shocking.

...

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, those Japanese powerhouses in the distance couldn't help taking a breath, and couldn't believe their eyes.

They never expected that the legendary sword sage source Musashi's "Ten Thousand Swords Burial", instead of killing Ye Fan, was injured by Ye Fan.

Is it possible...The undefeated myth of Gen Musashi will be ended today?

As soon as I thought of this, the faces of those Japanese powerhouses couldn't hide the color of terror.

If Yuan Musashi really loses, then the huge Japanese country, I am afraid that no one can be found to be an enemy of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan will step on Ye Fan's foot in the entire Japanese martial arts world.

At this time, Gen Musashi looked at the injury on his left shoulder, did not get angry, but let out a big laugh:

"Ahahaha...for more than one hundred years, someone finally hurt the old man! Ye Beichen, you really didn't let the old man down! In that case, let you know that the old man took a hundred years to develop the strongest one. sword!"

Speaking of the end, Gen Musashi's momentum skyrocketed steadily, as if a divine sword was unsheathed, its sharp edge was revealed, and the whole world was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and evenly smeared the blood on the sky cluster cloud sword.

"Huh!"

After absorbing his blood, the sky cluster cloud sword was shining with coquettish red light, and countless mysterious and mysterious spells appeared on the blade, slowly turning, very strange.

These spells are like invisible chains, combined together, tightly confining the sky cloud sword, suppressing the power of this magic sword.

Suddenly, Gen Musashi's eyes were bright, and with a loud shout, the sound wave shook the sky:

"Take my blood as a sacrifice to open the seal of the ancient prehistoric——"

"Swastika!"