Like the snowflakes flying in the cold winter month, the cold sword light came across the sky, passing a beautiful arc trajectory in the air, and suddenly slashed from the air, and everything around was overshadowed by the knife. The man let out a light exclamation, and gently pulled the dagger about a foot long in his hand, and a section of the blade hidden in the hilt of the knife was cut out, forming a sharp short knife. He gently put the short knife on his head in an understatement, and only a "swish" sound was heard. The sharp sword light broke into several sections in the air, turning into smaller blades, scraping out an itchy "squeak" sound, attacking the man.

The man made a dull "um" sound from his nose, as if he was very impressed by this change. Then he turned sharply, moved up and down in the small area, jumping and hitting, breaking the dozen or so sword flowers that attacked him into falling petals, and then stood firm. There was still only a pair of footprints on the wet mud under his feet, and he actually returned to the position he had stood at the beginning. Even Azhi, who had seen his former master's super powerful martial arts, could not help but praise him! However, Azhi was still closing his eyes tightly, not knowing what had happened.[]

"The sword technique is good. It seems to be passed down from martial arts masters, but he has taken a unique approach and walked out of his own way. It is sharp and tricky, very good!" The man slowly raised his right arm, holding the knife in his hand, and gently inserted the short knife into the scabbard hanging around his right hand's waist. His eyes looked to the front of the right. There, a young man wearing wooden clogs and wearing a black short shirt walked slowly, with his hair covered his left eye with a slightly curved curve that looked like a sword and a knife in his hand.

The first thing that attracted the man in the robe was not the young man who was walking, but the weapon flashing with cold light in his hand. Large pieces of painted black smoke floated out of the blade that looked like a sword, gathering in the air not far away, forming a deformed and distorted face, making a sharp and unpleasant hissing, and roaring at the man. The gloomy face of the young man also looked particularly gloomy and cold under the reflection of the black clouds.

"This is - the Demon Sword!" The man hid under the robe had a trembling voice, "I didn't expect that I had been waiting for hundreds of years and finally saw it! Haha, I really searched for it. When I killed Nobunaga Kamizuki and wanted to seize Muramasa, I didn't expect that I only saw the authentic master who was not suitable for fighting at all. Now I finally had the chance to see the master!" As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the young man trembling in his body, and his voice couldn't help but choke: "So it was you! You killed the master?!"

"Oh--So you are the apprentice of the old man Shangquan. No wonder you feel so familiar!" The man in the robe stretched out his left hand and gently tied it on the brim of the hat, revealing a middle-aged Chinese-style face full of resoluteness. The fine crow's feet gathered at the corner of his eyes, and the tall figure and wide bones under the thick neck could be vaguely seen. This was something that the robe could not hide. The calmness of the old Taoist when he just raised the knife and the unscathed finger muscles made the young man feel even more chilled. Especially the "hundreds of years" that didn't know whether it was true or not, it made him feel like facing a monster.

However, even so, the man's fingers holding the knife did not tremble at all, and his face was full of persistence and stubbornness, and he walked steadily towards the middle-aged man.

"Haha, I am worthy of being the apprentice of Old Man Shangquan. Like him, he is rather than bent and loves martial arts, but he doesn't care about the tradition of the mainstream elves in this world. I think you are like your master like that boy!" The man seemed not to notice the approaching of the young man, glanced at Azhi, put his hands on the buttons of the robe, moved his fingertips quickly, and the robe fell to the ground lightly, revealing a short shirt and shorts, looking like a battle was coming.

"I, Miyamoto Musashi, are good at sword skills!" As soon as I finished speaking, my body floated invisibly like a wisp of smoke, and rustling footsteps came from all directions. After a long time, the young man named Miyamoto Musashi did not appear again! The middle-aged man stood there with a smile on his face, not seeming to care about Miyamoto Musashi's attack at all.

Suddenly, his expression stagnated, his left foot suddenly retreated, his body suddenly turned right, and his sword stood up in front of him.

"Ding!" The crisp sound of swords intersecting suddenly floated, and Miyamoto Musashi's angry face appeared less than one meter in front of the middle-aged man. He held the knife in his right hand and pressed the back of the knife tightly with his left palm, slashing the man's head and neck horizontally. Unfortunately, it was resolved lightly by the man.

"I, the leader of the Tokugawa Ninja Group - Hattori Hanzo!" The middle-aged man's eyes, which had been through vicissitudes, suddenly burst out with a sharper than the sun, penetrated all obstacles and shot directly into Miyamoto's eyes. Miyamoto intuitively looked at Hattori Hanzo's eyes and suddenly stabbed a needle, subconsciously closing his eyes, tears were like the flood outlet that opened the floodgate, and kept surging out.

"Ninja's Eye Technique!" Although the martial arts of the elf world declined, the term Ninja can still be heard by those martial artists. Ninja is a group of aliens living in the dark. They are born with special abilities that are unknown to outsiders, such as the ability to control fire and water, or the whole body becomes harder than steel, and... These abilities that can play a huge role in a specific environment not only make them heretics in people's eyes, but also make them strong people living in the dark. Many ninjas have chosen to practice martial arts. After years of immersion, they often have outstanding martial arts cultivation. Their special abilities can often help them defeat the strong with weak. Eye Technique is one of the extremely rare abilities. Release attacks through their eyes and directly or assist in attacking their opponents!

"Ding, Titicaca!" With his sensitive ears identifying the awesome murderous intent hidden in the whistling wind, Miyamoto blocked several stabs on his face, but the deviation of his arm was also caused by the obstruction of vision, and a bright red blood line slowly flowed down from his forearm.

"It's really amazing!" Miyamoto couldn't help but admire Hattori Hanzo's rich combat experience. He is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. He is so skillful that even if he is talented, he can't stand it. Suddenly, Miyamoto's heart moved, his body rolled to the left, and then kicked his feet on the ground and flew forward. Hattori Hanzo also unexpectedly watched Miyamoto Musashi jump towards him.

With a short sword, Hattori Hanzo's strong thigh muscles suddenly tense. With a "bang", two huge holes suddenly appeared on the ground, jumping out at twice the speed faster than Miyamoto! One inch shorter, one inch dangerous! Under close attack, his short sword was obviously much more beneficial than Miyamoto's Muramasa's long sword. Even if the two sides exchanged characters, he had enough confidence to defeat Miyamoto!

It was like a big roc spreading its wings, Hattori Hanzo's body gliding in the air towards Miyamoto. The short knife on his hand was covered with a layer of black medicine, and no light could be reflected back. He just stabbed Miyamoto straight.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, ten meters, five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter... Just as Hattori Hanzo's knife tip was about to dance at Miyamoto's nose, Miyamoto actually let go of his hand, letting the village in his hand curse with the dark mist, cursing his whereabouts, and his body suddenly leaned right!

"Swish--" The short blade easily cut through Miyamoto's skin and inserted it into his shoulder blade. Hattori Hanzo turned his hand skillfully, and only heard a "tearing" sound. Miyamoto's shoulder blade was suddenly lifted open, the tender flesh turned out, and a large thigh of blood overflowed wildly.

Miyamoto's rosy face instantly turned pale. His upper teeth bit his lower lip tightly, allowing the short blade to cut on his left shoulder at will. He stretched his right hand forward, and his wrist strangely twisted an angle, wrapping around Hatto Hanzo's arm like a long snake. He gently wiped it on Hatto Hanzo's wrist, and the short blade in his hand fell down unconsciously. His intact right hand raised, grabbed the short knife tightly, and then he turned sharply. The short knife drew a beautiful arc in the air, and rumbling thunder came from the distance, and everything around seemed to be still!
Chapter completed!