Chapter 270, Raging into the Sword Sacred Valley III
Murderous aura, vast murderous aura rushed towards him.
A slender man stood on the top of the mountain, his body wrapped in a black robe, with only two eyes shining as brightly as stars.
"Are you leaving just like that?" the man sneered.
A flash of sword light burst out in the darkness, and the arc-shaped sword light, which was about ten feet long, slashed three people furiously. The fierce sword force was like a raging wave, unstoppable.
The three of them waved their swords to meet the enemy. The dense sword net defeated the opponent's arc-shaped sword light, and the three of them involuntarily took half a step back.
Standing tens of meters apart, the opponent can attack from the air and unleash such powerful sword energy. The strength is truly astonishing.
"Miya Fujimu?" Fang Wenqiang's voice deepened.
"Jie Jie!" The man in black screamed strangely. His voice was hard and cold, as hard as a needle piercing a rock.
Miya Fujiki, one of the top 100 masters on the Dragon Ranking, and the direct disciple of the Sword Saint Valley.
The figure shines, and the Miyafuji tree is like a fallen leaf, falling from the cliff.
Holding the two-and-a-half-foot-long sword in his hand, Miya Fujiki approached step by step, like a predatory beast approaching its prey.
The powerful murderous intent is like a sharp sword hanging high above the head, and the terror of death is like a noose, approaching little by little.
Fang Ming had the lowest cultivation level among the three, but at this moment he was filled with rage and directly melted away the murderous intent of the other party.
"Miya Fujiki, do you Japanese martial arts transfers rely on the strong to bully the weak?" Fang Wenqiang took a step forward, holding the Tang sword across his chest, the sharp blade shooting out cold light.
"Bullying the weak?" Miya Fujiki's fierce eyes dimmed a lot, and Fang Wenqiang's question sounded again: "I only want to pay tribute this time. The Japanese underworld has entangled martial arts masters from all over the world to deal with my uncle. He is truly the successor of Bushido -
"
With sarcasm, Miyafuji lowered his sword.
After the Fang Tianhao incident occurred, the Sword Saint Valley immediately stood up to refute the rumors, claiming that its side definitely did not participate in the siege of Fang Tianhao. With the strength of the Sword Saint Valley sect leader Yagyu, how could he not feel the aura of more than 70 Dragon List masters? Even if
The Juggernaut Sect is not an accomplice, but also a secret supporter.
"Haha---" Miya Fujimu raised his long sword and said in a cold voice: "Fang Tianhao's death has nothing to do with us. He was a strong man worthy of respect. But today you killed many Japanese martial arts fellows, and I will never let him go.
You leave. Unless-" Miyafuji paused, his tone revealing strong confidence: "Unless you can defeat the sword in my hand."
As a senior, Miyafuji will not challenge a junior alone.
One against three, this is a fair game for both sides.
"Swish!" The swords flashed, and the three of them took action at the same time.
Miya Fujiki's sword light burst out. The power of this sword was beyond the expectations of the three of them.
The sword swept across and collided with the long knives of the three people. The three people only felt that they were rushing with great force and could hardly hold the Tang Dao in their hands.
"Whoa!" A sword stabbed diagonally without any warning. Fang Ming was caught off guard and suffered the first blow.
The sword light flashed again, and Miyafuji's sword was like the wind. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, but the result was obvious.
Fang Ming's anger surged. He kept activating the innate Qi in his body and slashed wildly with the Tang Dao in his hand.
Miya Fujiki is indeed a formidable opponent. Even if Fang Wenqiang and Zhu Xiaoyao attack, he can still quickly stab eleven swords at this critical moment.
Sparks shot out, blood splattered, and Fang Ming was struck several more times.
The blood could not completely defeat Fang Ming's will, but instead stimulated all the potential of his body.
When we meet on a narrow road, the only thing we can rely on is our own will and courage.
Fang Ming's sword was faster and stronger, but Miyafuji's sword couldn't penetrate.
"Whoa!" The long sword was like a snake, thrust out from a strange angle, and its target was clearly Zhu Xiaoyao.
During the battle between the three of them, Miya Fujiki discovered a characteristic: Zhu Xiaoyao's sword always protected Fang Wenqiang's side intentionally or unintentionally, which led to flaws in Zhu Xiaoyao's own protection.
"Be careful!" Fang Wen swiped violently, and Zhu Xiaoyao suddenly fell to the ground.
With the sound of wind, Miya Fujimu's sword shined brightly and pierced Fang Wenqiang's chest.
"Brother Qiang!" Zhu Xiaoyao rushed forward, and Miya Fujiki kicked out fiercely with his right foot.
Zhu Xiaoyao blocked it with his sword, and the kick hit the back of the sword. The huge force kicked Zhu Xiaoyao and the sword a foot away.
"Whoa!" The sword flashed suddenly, and Fang Ming was like a wild beast with red eyes, slashing at the tip of Miya Fujimu's sword.
The huge force collided. Miya Fujiki's long sword deflected and pierced Fang Wenqiang's left shoulder. Fang Ming was shaken by the huge force and turned upside down.
"Bang!" Fang Wenqiang endured the severe pain and kicked out. This kick was as fast as thunder and hit Miya Fujiki in the lower abdomen.
The tip of the sword finally left the body, but it also stabbed a terrifying blood hole in Fang Wenqiang's shoulder, causing blood to flow out.
The warrior possesses endurance beyond ordinary people. Miyafuji was kicked, but after a slight pause, the sword in his hand once again burst out with a terrifying sword light.
"Brother Qiang!" At the critical moment, Fang Ming pounced again, and the knife in his hand turned into a beating ball of light.
The strong wind stirred, gold and iron clashed, Fang Ming was stabbed seven times by the opponent, and Gong Fujiki was also slashed three times.
"Ah---" Fang Wenqiang's eyes were bleeding, and he swiped the knife across.
Miya Fujimu and Fang Ming exchanged dozens of sword blows, but they were already at the end of their crossbows. Fang Wenqiang's sword directly knocked his long sword away.
"Whoa!" Miya Fujiki's mask was broken in half, and a handsome and cold face was exposed in the moonlight.
The sword light was like thunder and lightning, Fang Wenqiang took action again, the violent sword light was like the waves of the river and sea, vowing to swallow everything.
Miyafuji flew back, a stream of smoke rising from his feet.
The smoke obscured Fang Wenqiang's sight, and Miya Fujiki quietly took out three ninja darts.
The light shines, the strong wind breaks through the sky, and the ninja dart shoots Fang Wenqiang with lightning.
With two "ding-dong" sounds, Tang Dao flew away two ninja darts, and the remaining one shot into Fang Wenqiang's thigh.
Fang Wenqiang roared wildly, Gang Qi burst out, and the Tang sword burst out with a bright sword light.
"Whoa!" Blood light burst out, and Miya Fujiki's left arm flew into the air.
"Bang!" Miya Fujiki's right fist hit Fang Wenqiang's chest.
"Ah---" Fang Wenqiang suffered such a heavy blow that two of his ribs were broken. Like a crazy beast, he stabbed Miya Fujiki's abdomen with one knife.
"Die!" Zhu Xiaoyao stood up again. She was like black lightning, and the long knife in her hand drew a dazzling arc.
Blood light burst out, blood filled the air, Miya Fujiki's head rolled to the ground, his eyes widened, he would not believe that he would be broken into the hands of three juniors to the end of his life----"Haha---" Fang
Ming leaned his back against the rock and stood up tremblingly.
Covered with ten wounds and covered with blood, Fang Ming looked at Fang Tianhao and laughed wildly.
Fang Tianhao also smiled. He smiled and burst into tears.
"Brother!" Fang Tianhao stretched out his hand and held Fang Ming's hand tightly, and Zhu Xiaoyao finally came over and put his hand on theirs.
Only those who have experienced bloody battles know the value of the word "brother". A brother is the blood flowing through your bones, and a brother is the blade that saves you in times of crisis!
The three of them joined hands and strode out of the valley with their heads held high - in the hut on the top of the mountain, an old man was sitting cross-legged, with a wooden sword hanging on the opposite wall.
The wooden sword was plain and simple, with a blood-red light on its yellow surface.
Yagyu, the master of the Sword Master Sect, the symbol of Japanese Kendo, a martial arts expert who is proud of the world.
"Sect Master!" A disciple said anxiously: "It's too late to intercept now. Are we going to avenge Senior Brother Miyafuji?"
The silent Liu Chang sighed and suddenly opened his eyes.
The sixty-year-old man's eyes are still clear and lively, like the joyful clear spring in the mountain stream.
Yagyu looked past the disciples, waved his hand, and said majestically: "Miyafu is not as good as others, and it is his own fault. You cannot mention the matter of revenge again."
Saying that, Yagyu closed his eyes again and fell into silence---