Chapter 1000 One hundred years of sharpening a sword!
Previously, Minamoto Musashi was sitting on the boulder. He was about to die, his breath was depleted, as if half of his feet had stepped into the coffin, and there was no power of a strong man at all.
But now, Minamoto Musashi's half-open and half-closed cloudy eyes suddenly widened.
"boom!"
His withered body suddenly burst out with an aura as deep as a prison, as if an ancient beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years broke free from its shackles and escaped.
This terrifying aura spread in all directions, immediately covering the entire cave.
Many strong men in the field had their hairs standing on end and were as silent as cicadas. They felt the biting coldness covering their whole bodies, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.
At this moment, they even had the illusion that the Minamoto Musashi in front of them was no longer a dying old man, but had transformed into a sword-centered god, unrivaled in the world. The murderous intent revealed invisibly was terrifying and frightening.
What is even more shocking is that the scar-faced swordsman who had previously drawn his sword to slash at Genmusashi seemed to have been petrified at this moment. He still maintained his slashing posture, but his figure was hovering in mid-air, defying gravity.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a still picture, which is extremely weird.
"Stab it!"
At this moment, Minamoto Musashi's eyes bloomed with light that was brighter than the stars, turning into a divine sword that cut through thorns and thorns, tearing the sky apart and splitting Yin and Yang.
No one can imagine that a person's eyes can be condensed into a sword.
The sword light shoots out like a flying rainbow, containing the domineering and sharp will to kill and destroy.
There are no words to describe the sharpness and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It seems to have surpassed the sword and been sublimated. It is the wrath of the God King and the punishment of annihilation!
Anyone who saw this sword could not resist at all. They could only bow their heads and offer all their respect and worship.
Even immortals and Buddhas would tremble under this sword.
"昘!"
In a flash of lightning, the sword light pierced the scar-faced swordsman's throat.
The bright red blood flowers splashed in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, blooming in an instant, revealing an indescribable beauty.
This is obviously a killing swordsmanship, but in the hands of Minamoto Musashi, it has risen to the level of art and reached a state of perfection.
"Is this... the true strength of the Sword Master? I... was wrong..."
At the end of his life, the scarred swordsman had to admit that it was his greatest honor to die under such a sword attack.
"thump!"
The next moment, his body fell to the ground, disappeared and died completely.
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quiet!
Deadly silence!
For a moment, the huge cave was completely silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
Many strong men were stunned and stood there, motionless like wooden figures.
They seemed to be still immersed in the peerless sword blow just now, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Suddenly, Minamoto Musashi stood up from the boulder.
A few rays of sunlight shone down from the cracks in the cave, illuminating his face in half-darkness. The criss-crossing wrinkles looked like mottled sword marks, the ridged cheekbones were high, and the white eyebrows inserted diagonally upward into his two cheeks.
temples.
The way he moved his hands and feet revealed the feeling of being overwhelmed by the cold at high places.
At this moment, many powerful men in the field were only a few meters away from him, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, so close to each other that they could not get closer no matter how much they chased.
Minamoto Musashi just stood there, high up, like a god standing in the sky, looking down on all living beings.
It wasn’t until this moment that many strong men in the field understood——
There are many famous swordsmen in the world today, but there is only one swordsman, Minamoto Musashi!
No one could resist the miraculous swordsmanship just now.
Minamoto Musashi didn't even make a move, just with his eyes, he made a strong man fall.
As long as he is willing and has a thought, the bones of all the powerful people present will probably be buried here.
This is the real sword master. He can dominate the situation and be invincible in the bloody era of swords and swords a hundred years ago.
Suddenly, Kurosaki Yuuo was the first to recover from the shock. He knelt down on the ground in great excitement and shouted: "Congratulations to the Master Sword Master, for your great achievement. Looking at the world, there is no rival!"
Gen Musashi glanced at everyone with his condescending eyes, and said in a thunderous voice:
"It is true that I have not held a sword for a hundred years, but for a hundred years, I have been sharpening the sword in my heart! After reaching the peak of swordsmanship, you will know the truth that 'no sword can win with a sword' and 'no move can win with a move'! Because without a sword, you can win with a sword."
Move, so it has no weaknesses, is invulnerable, and does not stick to objects. Plants, trees, bamboos, and rocks can be used as swords. Just by relying on the sword's will, you can also take the enemy general's head from among the thousands of troops!"
"Now, I have turned into a sword. The man and the sword merge into one. The man is the sword, and the sword is the man!"
"boom!"
At the end of the sentence, a bright sword light rushed out from the top of Minamoto Musashi's head, blasted through the cave, went straight into the sky, and formed the shape of a towering giant sword. Its sharp edge was exposed, shining in all directions, and penetrating the entire world.
This scene is similar to the three flowers gathering at the top of the great Taoist master of China.
Feeling the overbearing sword intent, all the strong men present were trembling, their waists were bent like shrimps, and their souls were trembling.
Not only that, within a radius of dozens of miles, all the birds and animals were prostrate on the ground, as if they were paying homage to the supreme god.
At this time, Minamoto Musashi slowly said: "Is that Chinese warrior called Ye Beichen? This time, let me go and meet him!"
Hearing this, many warriors showed ecstasy on their faces and cheered:
"Long live the Sword Master!"
"Lord Sword Master is invincible!"
"Our Japanese martial arts community is finally saved!"
"As long as Lord Sword Master takes action, where will it be that Chinese boy's turn to act arrogantly?"
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Japan, Nagoya, Atsuta Shrine.
Atsuta Jingu Shrine, as one of the oldest and highest-status shrines in the Japanese Kingdom, enshrines the Kusanagi sword used by the Japanese Emperor Wa Jianming, which is one of the three major artifacts, the "Amancongyun Sword".
According to the "Kojiki" records, the Amancongyun Sword is a divine sword that appears in the body of Yamato no Orochi. Even the swords of the gods are no match for it.
In a sense, the Tiancongyun Sword is not a "magic" weapon, but a peerless fierce weapon. However, in the eyes of the Japanese royal family, it is a "symbol of the conqueror", ruling the entire world with absolute "power".
Although it is enshrined in Atsuta Shrine, not even ordinary people, not even the emperor, can view this artifact at will.
A priest once tried to spy on the artifact and left a record——
"As soon as you get close, the clouds and mist will automatically rise, making it impossible to see anything. Everyone used fans to disperse the clouds and mist, and secretly lit up the light to see. They saw that the artifact was two feet, seven or eight inches long, and the blade looked like a calamus leaf. In the center of the blade
The part is thicker, the handle part is about eight inches thick, has many links and is not smooth, just like the backbone of a fish, it is white from top to bottom."
However, later on, those priests who peeped at the divine sword were cursed by the divine sword and died suddenly.
Since then, no one dared to peek at Tiancong Yunjian.
In the evening, an old man wearing a gray robe and wearing wooden clogs walked into Atsuta Shrine and soon arrived in front of the palace where the artifacts were enshrined.
It is Gen Musashi, the sword master who has returned to the world!
Several priests stared at him eagerly and scolded:
"He who comes is stopped!"
"The forbidden area ahead, no one can enter, so retreat quickly!"
Hearing this, Minamoto Musashi remained silent, slightly raising his head and looking at the palace, his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate high walls.
Suddenly, a vast, abyss-like aura burst out of him, and he shouted:
"Sword - come!"
Two simple words, but they contain supreme will, just like thunder exploding in the field.
The eardrums of several priests were vibrating, and the energy and blood in their bodies surged, almost to the point of vomiting blood.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the entire Atsuta Shrine was shaken, and the ground was trembling.
"Oh my God! What's going on...Is there an earthquake?"
"Run away!"
Some tourists screamed in surprise and immediately looked for the nearest bunker.
But soon, vast and dense clouds and mist floated out from the palace, blocking out the sky and the sun, covering the entire palace. The visibility was very low, and only the scene one meter away could be clearly seen.
Such a weird scene made everyone terrified and didn't know what was happening.
"Buzz buzz..."
In the palace, the Tian Congyun Sword enshrined was shaking as if it had been summoned by a mysterious force.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the Tian Cong Yun Sword shot out, tearing apart the heavy clouds and mist, and roared like a wild beast, shocking the nine heavens and ten earth.
After a moment, it flew directly into Minamoto Musashi's hand, and let out a high-pitched sword cry, which was a bit joyful, as if it was happy to "reunite with old friends"!
Minamoto Musashi stroked the sword blade gently, as if caressing his lover's body, and murmured: "Old man, we meet again! I hope that Ye Beichen can be worthy of your sharp edge!"
After saying this, Minamoto Musashi swept across with his sword, the sword energy surged, and all the clouds and mist in the sky disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, he straightened his spine, grasped the Tiancongyun Sword tightly, as if he was holding the whole world in his hands, took a step forward, and walked towards the outside of the shrine with meteoric strides.
Looking at his leaving figure, many priests did not dare to stop him. They knelt on the ground one by one, impressed by his domineering aura.
It's the day.
The Japanese god of war, the legendary swordsman Gen Musashi, who had been dormant for hundreds of years, finally emerged.
Challenge the Chinese warrior Ye Beichen to a decisive battle on the top of Mount Fuji three days later!