When the state violence machine is deployed, everything will be out of the question.
This is not a joke. China's violent machine is definitely at the forefront in the world. Especially the elite division led by Han Chuang used strong methods to overthrow the entire villa, including the place where the ninjas were hiding. Eliminate it cleanly.
The gunfire subsided and everything was a foregone conclusion. In less than twenty minutes, all the forces of Da Ri Teng Hui in Yindu were bulldozed, including three famous Japanese-owned enterprises.
After Han Chuang solved the problem at the villa, he immediately drove away. Xiao Yun, Zhuge Xin and others were in the car with him. They also did not want to miss a wonderful battle, Jing Lao vs. Muratao Tianzheng.
"Hey, Xiao Feng, where are you?" Han Chuang called Xiao Feng while driving.
"It's right here at this lighthouse, it's about to start," Xiao Feng stared at the two people not far away and shouted while holding up his mobile phone.
"Can you tell them to stop starting now and wait until we get there before starting?"
"How about I put it on speakerphone and you discuss it with Muratao Tenzheng," Xiao Feng said in a strange tone.
"Uh, come on, let's go there as fast as we can,"
Xiao Feng put away his cell phone and asked Nangong Ji next to him: "Grandpa Nangong, is there a big difference between him and the old guy?"
Nangong Ji shook his head and said nothing.
Muratao Tianzheng looked at Mr. Jing, and was shocked in his heart. Is he really the person who swept the Japanese martial arts decades ago? He looked carefully, and it seemed that he really matched that person back then.
"Okay, my grandson is here, we can start," Mr. Jing said, and walked slowly towards Muratao Tenzheng.
Mr. Jing's powerful pressure was so dense that even Xiao Feng, who was standing next to him, could clearly feel the shock in his heart. What a powerful old guy.
Muratao Tianzheng's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he stared at the approaching Mr. Jing. He raised his slender blade and said, "Decades ago, I did not accept the challenge. That was the only time in my life that I flinched. Tonight, I will not flinch again. "
"Really, even if you want to retreat, you can't leave," Mr. Jing shook his head, his pace still slow.
"Three years ago, I mastered the Ninth Sword, and today I will avenge my shame," Cun Dao Tianzheng roared, his momentum also rising, and he began to compete with the pressure of Elder Jing.
"Okay," Mr. Jing's word "ok" sounded like thunder in the night sky in Cura Dao Tianzheng's ears, and then he disappeared from the spot.
Xiao Feng was horrified. It was so fast. Even for him now, it was less than one-third of his speed. It was completely difficult to see with the naked eye.
In the world of martial arts, the only thing that is fast is unbreakable. If you are fast to the extreme, you are invincible.
Muratao Tianzheng shouted loudly, and the slender blade shed a cold light. The blade's light expanded by more than one meter, protecting the vital parts of his body.
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes. He was worthy of being the originator of the Yitō style. He had such a powerful sword technique. The light of the sword alone was a phantom created when the sword was extremely fast. As long as it was swept away, it would be either death or injury.
Seeing Cun Dao Tianzheng playing with a knife, Xiao Feng suddenly felt that compared to him, the Yama Luo Dao Deng Feng was just a kid's thing and was too slow.
‘Bang’, there was a clear sound of metal collision, and the two figures staggered away.
Xiao Feng quickly looked at it and saw a sword appearing in Lao Jing's hand, waving a cold light under the moonlight. What surprised him most was that the sword was not made of iron, but was as thin as a cicada's wing. Completely transparent.
"This sword..."
"Finally I saw this sword again," Nangong Ji stared at the sword in Elder Jing's hand and narrowed his eyes: "The king of swords, the Seven Star Sword."
"Seven Stars,"
"Yes," Nangong Ji nodded: "There are seven stars on that sword, so it is called the Seven Star Sword."
"It's quite a vulgar name," Xiao Feng curled his lips, but in his heart he felt that it was quite rare. It was as thin as a cicada's wings and transparent. It looked quite pretentious when presented with.
Nangong Ji glanced at Xiao Feng: "Su, Old Man Jing has a lot of antiques. If he had to choose between those antiques and the Seven-Star Sword, he would choose the latter. Do you believe it?"
"So valuable,"
"Well, but in his eyes, the sword is the second life," Nangong Ji nodded: "It doesn't matter whether it is valuable or not. If someone exchanges it with you for a dragon-marked dagger, will you exchange it?"
"Of course not," Xiao Feng shook his head without hesitation.
"It seems that Cun Dao Tianzheng is very strong, otherwise Old Man Jing wouldn't show his Seven Star Sword," Nangong Ji stared at the two of them and said slowly.
Xiao Feng stopped talking and stared intently, for fear of missing any wonderful moments. This level of duel is rare nowadays.
"You are worthy of my sword," Mr. Jing slowly raised the Seven-Star Sword, with its sharp edge exposed, and the sword pointed at the seven stars.
"Today, I will kill you with my sword to show off the power of my martial arts." After the first blow, Cura Dao Tianzheng calmed down and felt that he had the power to fight. He even doubted whether he had taught Mrs. Jing back then. It was such a myth that he didn't even dare to challenge him.
"Tonight I will kill one of the three legends of Japanese martial arts and leave the remaining two to my grandson." After Mr. Jing finished speaking, the Seven-Star Sword shook and a cold light burst out, covering Muratao Tenzheng.
"What the hell," Xiao Feng was startled. Even he felt the chill of death.
Muratao Tianzheng's expression changed, and the slender blade also burst into cold light, blocking the Seven Star Sword. At the same time, he retreated violently, shaking his hands, and dots of cold stars enveloped Jing Lao's vital parts.
"Fuck you, you actually used a concealed weapon," Xiao Feng widened his eyes and cursed, this little brat is so incompetent.
Faced with the overwhelming hidden weapons, Mr. Jing did not dodge at all. He unleashed a trace of secret energy from within and outside his body, and actually missed all the hidden weapons.
"..." Xiao Feng was dumbfounded, An Jin could still be used like this.
Muratao Tianzheng frowned. He also didn't expect that the hidden weapon could not hurt Mr. Jing. The slender blade turned again and the fifth knife struck out fiercely.
"You have let me down," Mr. Jing sighed faintly: "Just like before, your Japanese martial arts has let me down."
"Kill," Muratao Tianzheng rushed forward, slashing with a cold light that stretched endlessly. His entire figure was blurred, and every slash was mixed with a huge force.
Mr. Jing stood on the spot, and a seven-star sword seemed to turn into ten thousand swords. From time to time, there was a crisp impact sound, and then a black shadow exploded back.
"Victory or defeat has been decided," Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed and he looked at Muratao Tenzheng carefully.
There were two blood marks on Muratao Tenmasa's chest and arms. The wounds were not deep, but to him who had not been injured for many years, this was a great shame and humiliation.
"You lost," Jing Lao Jianfeng pointed directly at Muratao Tianzheng.
"I don't,"
"If the knife breaks, will the person still be there?"
"Blade breaks," Muratao Tensho was stunned and looked down at his slender blade.
"I'll go," Xiao Feng also noticed Murato Tenmasa's sword at this time. The blade had been cut off. The old guy was really awesome.
"Let's finish it," Mr. Jing said, and took the initiative to attack for the second time. The Seven-Star Sword was like a speeding light dragon, striking towards Murata Tenzheng.
"No," Muratao Tianzheng roared, and he raised the broken slender blade high: "The ninth sword,"
‘Pa’, the Seven Star Sword cut open the slender blade again, and a blood arrow spurted out. Murato Tenmasa flew out and fell to the ground.
There was a harsh sound of brakes, and what Han Chuang and others saw was the last scene. The Seven-Star Sword cut Muratao Tenzheng's throat, but there was no trace of blood on the sword.
"This is over," Han Chuang and others were dumbfounded. It was a peerless battle.
Mr. Jing walked slowly to the front of Cun Daotian and leaned down: "Actually, you are really weak."
"Gurgling..." Muratao Tenzheng's body twitched, and the blood hole in his throat made a strange sound. He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything. His body gradually became cold and lifeless.
"Han Chuang, take his body back. He killed many Chinese back then," Mr. Jing said to Han Chuang who got off the car.
"Bring back,"
"Well, tell your grandpa and he will take care of it,"
"yes,"
Holding the Seven Star Sword, Mr. Jing walked towards Xiao Feng, looked at him and asked, "What's the gain?"
Xiao Feng stared at the Seven Star Sword and licked his lips: "This sword is awesome,"
"..." Mr. Jing was speechless: "Don't take advantage of it. I swore back then that the sword will be with you,"
"Uh, forget it, you should keep it," Xiao Feng was startled and quickly dismissed the idea: "Just now, how did you do it by unleashing your secret power and dispelling the hidden weapon?"
"You are still too weak now. When you get to that point, you will naturally be able to do it," Mr. Jing said calmly.
"Okay," Xiao Feng nodded. Although the battle just now was short, it was breathtaking to him. He brought himself into it, feeling that he should not be able to survive the seventh sword of Murato Tensho.
"Only when you know the gap can you grow," Mr. Jing patted Xiao Feng on the shoulder: "Go back,"
Xiao Feng nodded and looked at Han Chuang: "It's all done."
"Well, the silver capital has been completely settled. As for other areas, it should be almost the same,"
"Haha, this time the little devil should be in pain," Xiao Feng sneered: "Let's go back to sleep."
"You guys go back first, I have to do the follow-up processing," Han Chuang contacted his men and moved the body of Murato Tenmasa away.
On the way back, Xiao Feng remained silent. The scene of Mr. Jing and the village swordsman Tianzheng fighting constantly flashed before his eyes. He felt that he had caught something, but when he really wanted to think about it, he couldn't catch it.
This is a profound and mysterious realization. The expression on Xiao Feng's face is changeable, sometimes confused, sometimes smiling, sometimes as if he has some enlightenment...
Seeing Xiao Feng like this, Jing Lao had a happy smile on his face and didn't bother him. It was up to him how much he felt.
When the car stopped, Xiao Feng also withdrew from his thoughts: "I understand,"
"Understood something,"
"The use of dark energy, the meridians are actually just carriers,"
Mr. Jing smiled and nodded: "Yes, if you can understand this, the road will be much easier in the future."
"Old guy, you are so strong, I am under a lot of pressure," Xiao Feng also smiled playfully, "But one day, I will eventually surpass you,"
"Hahaha, I'm waiting for you to defeat me," Mr. Jing laughed.
Tonight, Xiao Feng truly realized the gap between himself and Mr. Jing. This was a gap in the realm of ancient martial arts.