Zhang Guangmu's Tang Dynasty sword has a jet black spine, and the blade is imprinted with auspicious cloud satin patterns. The whole body is crimson in color. It is obviously a rare sword with excellent quality.
He pulled the scabbard made of silver shark skin from his waist and threw it away.
When Miyamoto Musashi saw this scene, he immediately laughed wildly: "The sword and the sheath are a whole, but you threw away the sheath, which shows that you are far from reaching the highest level!"
"Zhang Guangmu, you have lost this duel!"
After the words fell, there was only a "swish" sound, and Miyamoto Musashi's entire body seemed to have turned into a top, tearing through the strong wind with his two swords, suddenly crossing the distance between the two people, and came to Zhang Guangmu.
Speed is power!
Miyamoto Musashi, who used his own rotation to give his two swords powerful kinetic energy, was confident that even if the Zhang Guangmu in front of him was made of steel, he could easily cut it into pieces!
However, his two swords suddenly hovered less than a centimeter in front of Zhang Guangmu's nose.
The air wave created by the blade lifted the broken hair on Zhang Guangmu's forehead and even left a white slash mark on the frame of his glasses.
But Miyamoto Musashi could not go any further.
because……
The tall Zhang Guangmu looked down at Miyamoto Musashi who was very close at hand.
He held a knife in his right hand, but in his left hand was a mobile phone that was emitting fluorescent light.
A video is playing on the phone screen.
Miyamoto Musashi clearly saw that a young man wearing casual clothes and sneakers with several black balloons hanging around his waist was being pointed at a gun by a group of heavily armed Xuan Xian members.
The young man with a look of horror on his face is named Miyamoto Kojiro. He is his descendant and his summoner.
"mean!"
Miyamoto Musashi blurted out an angry rebuke.
Zhang Guangmu didn't take this nonsense to heart at all.
In this world, he is an extreme person, but in the world of martial arts, he is a typical devil.
No moral principles in the world can restrain or fetter him.
Besides...
Miyamoto Musashi just made a sneak attack from behind, how could he be so resentful?
Such double standards cannot bring any good, it can only make you angry.
Zhang Guangmu felt that simply counting the [double standard] level, he was already much better than the great swordsman in front of him.
"The response speed is good, but it's a pity it's useless."
Zhang Guangmu grinned, smiled evilly, raised his hand and struck Miyamoto Musashi directly on the face with a knife, cutting the opponent's face into two pieces.
Almost at the same time, he retreated and shouted: "Do it!"
Facts have proved that ordinary slashing attacks are useless against the ancestral spirits.
While the ghost energy was lingering, Miyamoto Musashi's head was cut in half, and the wound healed almost on the spot the moment it appeared.
However, Zhang Guangmu had already anticipated this situation.
The knife that hit the opponent's face was just for testing.
Zhang Guangmu's real killing move was the word "do it" he shouted just now.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!…
Gunshots rang out and gunfire filled the air.
The ancestral spirit summoner Kojiro Miyamoto, who was hiding in an abandoned building a hundred meters away from here, was beaten into a piece of rotten flesh and died on the spot.
Reports from the executioners came on the phone: "The target has been cleared!"
Zhang Guangmu smiled and threw the phone into Luo Zuan's hand next to him.
Miyamoto Musashi also had a stinking face, and his expression was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
Although Miyamoto Kojiro, who was shot and killed randomly, was indeed his blood descendant, the two did not have a deep relationship.
The reason why he felt so uncomfortable was simply because the summoner died.
Without the summoner, no ancestral spirit can obtain supplies.
This is equivalent to a tree without roots and water without a source. Even if it has infinite underworld energy, it cannot be absorbed and used.
Even if the people of the Xuanxian group stop attacking Miyamoto Musashi, he will naturally decline in the following days and gradually come to an end in despair!
At this time, Zhang Guangmu's pleasant but annoying voice sounded in Miyamoto Musashi's ears.
"The Summoner and the Ancestral Spirit are a whole, but you failed to protect the Summoner. This shows that you are still far behind as an Ancestral Spirit."
This move...
Zhang Guangmu would like to call this move "The Stars Shift", emphasizing the idea of using one's way to repay the other's body.
How could Miyamoto Musashi not know that Zhang Guangmu was maliciously plagiarizing his classic lines?
He just replaced "knife" and "scabbard" with "ancestral spirit" and "summoner"!
Miyamoto Musashi raised his head and stared at Zhang Guangmu, his teeth itching with hatred.
Even counting his previous lives, he has never seen such a shameless person!
Because of this, Miyamoto Musashi was speechless for a moment.
He is not a quick-witted person to begin with. He plots against other opponents mostly because he is cunning, patient and willing to spend a long time and energy on planning.
Facing Zhang Guangmu's disgusting words, Miyamoto Musashi looked gloomy and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He just silently closed the two swords in front of him.
Sizzle...
As the dark energy circulated, the two swords merged and turned into a long blade four feet and two inches long.
In the world of martial arts, many swordsmen's long swords are said to be "three feet green peak". By comparing them, you can see how long Miyamoto Musashi's new weapon is after merging his swords.
This length is converted to one meter and four meters. Compared with normal weapons, its center of gravity is difficult to control, but...
An inch longer and an inch stronger, this kind of knife is very advantageous in melee combat.
Moreover, Miyamoto Musashi had specially practiced such weapons during his lifetime and had sufficient experience in using them.
He had already made up his mind. After he killed Zhang Guangmu, he would immediately go out to look for other descendants of his bloodline, hoping to form a contract with a new summoner and continue to survive.
"Now, my strength has surpassed the peak when I was alive, and far beyond it!"
Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth and hypnotized himself: "Now I can easily kill more than ten of my previous selves."
"If you don't become an ancestral spirit, you will never know how powerful the ancestral spirit is."
"Zhang Guangmu, see clearly, this is the ultimate secret of the double sword style that I used in the battle with Sasaki Ganliu!"
"Five rounds..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
The blazing red light spots and the violent and wanton gunshots sealed all of Miyamoto Musashi's lines in his throat.
Although he has transformed into an ancestral spirit and his strength has increased more than ten times compared to what he was during his lifetime, but...
Guns and guns are also different.
The homemade gun only has a discharge speed of 200 meters per second.
The pistols equipped by the bodyguards only have a discharge speed of 300 meters per second.
The bullet exit speed of the sniper rifle has exceeded 1000 meters/second!
Miyamoto Musashi just had the idea of drawing his sword to chop at the bullet, but before he could do it, his entire right arm was shattered by the bullet.
Then the left arm, right leg, left leg, waist and abdomen...
As the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the cement pavement also shattered, revealing dense potholes.
Miyamoto Musashi, who was transformed into an ancestral spirit, could not escape the sniper's attack range.
Faced with the saturation attack of thermal weapons, he was left with only half of his body, unable to recover to its original state.
In addition, his long knife was completely shattered and turned into pieces of iron.
Benefiting from the [Ancestral Spirit Body], although Miyamoto Musashi is not really dead, he has completely lost his fighting ability. Looking at the current situation, it seems that he cannot recover.
Luo Zuan was the first to rush over and hold him down. The bodyguards followed closely behind and swarmed in. Miyamoto Musashi was tied up, tied into a silkworm chrysalis, and then stuffed into a straitjacket that was always available in the mental hospital.
Miyamoto Musashi's face was full of unwillingness, but he had no choice but to do anything.
He could only sigh, with a look of self-pity, and murmured words such as "bad luck, bad fate, and despicable enemies."
Zhang Guangmu was too lazy to pay attention to this sad loser.
He is not the [body of ancestral spirits], but he also has the template of a villain. If they really fight against each other, there is a high chance that they will overturn.
Why not use a gun if you have one?
Just because he created a pseudo-supernatural skill like "Xuanxian Secret Record"?
That doesn’t make sense!
Looking down at the miserable defeated people, Zhang Guangmu suddenly felt a familiar feeling.
That's...
The feeling of having available ability points arrive in your account!