Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Lin Ji's samurai sword fell to the ground.

"Snap!"

The samurai sword that landed on the neck of the Japanese soldier was stuck by bone.

Lin Ji's eyes flashed with suspicion, and he kicked the Japanese soldier away.

under the moonlight.

The blade of that hundred-refined steel knife was now completely worn and had lost its previous sharpness.

He actually used a hundred-times-refined samurai sword to kill Japanese people until the blade was dull!

Lin Ji's gaze was indifferent, sweeping over the Japanese soldiers before him as if they were corpses.

He killed a total of 217 Japanese soldiers, including three warriors who broke through to the Dark Force realm during their Bone Refinement stage.

However, even after fighting for a full quarter of an hour, and even after his samurai sword had become dull from all the blows, Lin Ji's internal energy and blood still burned fiercely.

With the blessing of martial arts prowess, no matter how these Japanese soldiers attacked, Lin Ji could kill them in one move with minimal effort.

At this moment, the amount of energy and blood he had expended was even less than what he had consumed when he killed ten Ming Jin Japanese warriors that day.

Most importantly, the martial bones within his body, which had been dormant for a long time, finally trembled.

To Lin Ji, these Japanese samurai were like simple diagrams of the human body's meridians, and Lin Ji analyzed every move they made.

Lin Ji could even perform techniques like the Iaijutsu and the Draw Sword Slash with ease.

He casually tossed aside the blunted katana in his hand.

Lin Ji pressed forward step by step, his hands clenched into fists.

"Old Lin, I'm here to help you!"

Shen Jinluan's voice came from behind Lin Ji, her voice revealing an undisguised worry.

She didn't know when it started, but she found herself caring about this old man.

"then!"

Shen Jinluan drew a crimson soft sword from her waist and tossed it into Lin Ji's hands.

Her peach blossom eyes carefully swept over every inch of Lin Ji's body, peering through the torn fabric to see inside. Finding no wounds, she relaxed and began to complain:

"You old man, why are you rushing into this huge crowd of Japanese people without regard for your own safety, like a god of war?"

Although Shen Jinluan suppressed the allure in her voice, she could not hide the gentleness in her tone. Upon hearing this, Lin Ji slowly turned his head to look at Shen Jinluan's beautiful face.

"Thump!"

The martial bones trembled violently.

Lin Ji almost couldn't tear his gaze away from Shen Jinluan's face.

"These little... these Japanese devils who are living a good life deserve to be torn to pieces." Lin Ji's Crimson Soft Sword transformed into a crimson streak, and with a single stroke, he took the lives of three Japanese soldiers.

Shen Jinluan's pupils suddenly contracted.

She had practiced this Crimson Soft Sword for three whole years before she had achieved some proficiency, while Lin Ji was already more skilled at using it than she was.

Aside from the lack of martial arts techniques, the power he unleashed was no less than his own.

This... is a strange old man!

Little did she know that Lin Ji's martial spirit had been fully unleashed, and that his martial arts analysis and weapon mastery were as if they were innate.

This is the true power of the Book of Reversal of Fate.

All martial arts and weapons in the world are at your command.

"For the Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor! Banzai!"

A furious shout rang out behind Lin Ji, its sound as loud as thunder.

"Buzz!"

Lin Ji suddenly felt a buzzing in his ears.

My mind felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the scene before my eyes instantly became blurry and indistinct.

The group of Japanese soldiers, numbering less than a hundred, immediately stopped their retreat. The horror in their eyes vanished, replaced by joy and fervor.

"Onboard!"

The group regrouped and charged toward Lin Ji.

The samurai sword slammed down in front of Lin Ji.

"Buzz—"

A clear stream flowed out from Lin Ji's sea of ​​consciousness.

The internal bones trembled rapidly.

at once!

In Lin Ji's sea of ​​consciousness, a pale-haired old man appeared on the page of the Book of Reversal of Fate, stroking his beard:

"Young man, considering that you have inherited my mantle, I will save your life. However, all abilities in the Book of Reversal of Fate will be temporarily disabled until you achieve perfect union again."

"Young man, don't be distracted by one thing and neglect the other, or get tired of the old and crave the new. I have many other good things for you here."

The sound faded.

The book of rebellion was slammed shut.

A torrential aura suddenly flowed from Lin Ji's sea of ​​consciousness throughout his body.

Lin Ji's eyes immediately cleared as before.

Ignoring the numerous swords slashing at him from the warriors, Lin Ji turned his gaze to Shen Jinluan. Jinluan, like Lin Ji, was dizzy and lightheaded, her pipe dangling from her hand, about to fall to the ground.

Lin Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, his figure flashed out of the shadows, and he pulled Shen Jinluan into his arms.

With a flick of his arm, the Crimson Soft Sword emerged from its body like a serpent, twisting into a snake shape in the air, resembling a Crimson Serpent flicking its tongue.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Five heads flew up in a row.

Lin Ji, with his arm around Shen Jinluan, glanced sideways at the corner of his eye, while Jing Ren, dragging Takeda Yuyasu, came running from not far away.

Lin Ji's eyes gleamed.

The true understanding of martial arts, knowing the potential by looking at the energy.

Jingren, who rushed forward, transformed into a meridian diagram.

A blue aura floated in Jingren's chest cavity, with a dark brown hue covering his dantian. The white aura above his head was mottled and shattered, tightly wrapped by a dark death aura that had not yet dissipated.

"It's just a spent force!"

Lin Ji, with Shen Jinluan in his arms, took the initiative to meet Jing Ren who was rushing towards him, silently reciting in his heart:

"Martial arts break through the limits of fate, the dragon hides in the abyss!"

With a flick of his forked tongue, he approached Jingren and instantly unleashed a violent storm, the crimson sword light slicing the entire night sky into pieces.

Tai Chi Sword!

Flowing Cloud Sword!

Qingping Sword!

Plum blossoms entwined with sword branches!

Many sword techniques are combined into one.

Lin Ji has mastered all kinds of martial arts in the world.

The sword's edge hovered in the air, like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

"roar!"

Dragon's Roar!

This is the true power of a dragon emerging from its hiding place.

Jingren's eyes widened in shock. He threw Takeda Yuyasu away and drew his katana with a swift motion.

The two weapons collided.

"roar!"

The angry dragon roars again.

"Snap!"

Jingren's samurai sword shattered into countless fragments.

Shen Jinluan, nestled in Lin Ji's arms, slowly opened her eyes and saw her Crimson Sword being swung in Lin Ji's hand, forming a dragon shape.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The three broken blades of the samurai swords fell on Jingren's body, smashing three bloody holes. However, the broken blades only penetrated half an inch into his flesh before they could go any further.

Lin Ji landed on his feet and stumbled back a few steps.

Despite being at the peak of internal energy, he was still a little short of being a half-step away.

Once the thought arises,

Within Lin Ji's sea of ​​consciousness.

The martial spirit trembled, leaving behind afterimages.

next moment.

"boom!"

Lin Ji's vision cleared instantly, and he could see even the hair of the beggar on the second floor in the distance.

"roar!"

A dragon's roar erupted from Lin Ji's body.

The aura of Qianlongyuan surged once again.

"We've broken through!"

Liu Qingzhu, who was chasing from afar, suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with shock.

Leaving aside the previous massacre of hundreds of flesh-refining and bone-refining realm warriors, let's not even talk about that.

Even Liu Qingzhu herself admitted that she couldn't repel someone at the peak of internal energy with a single strike.

Moreover, he shattered Jingren's samurai sword with a single strike.

"Excellent! Hahaha! Old Man Lin is a role model for us all!"

On the distant two-story building, the beggar's pupils dilated in shock:

"I misjudged him that day."

Everyone was shocked.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Lin Ji in her arms, Shen Jinluan's peach blossom eyes flashed with admiration, and a rare blush rose on her face: "What can an old man do? It's all up to me."

Even the Japanese samurai behind Lin Ji were once again considering retreating.

Takeda Yuyasu scrambled and stumbled as he ran deeper into the stronghold.

Prince Jingren's hair was disheveled, and his scarlet eyes were contorted with rage.

He casually tossed aside the hilt of his samurai sword and pulled two vials of syringes from his kimono.

One red and one green.

He raised his hand and inserted the syringe into his neck.

As the red and green substances entered his body, he let out a heavy "huff" sound.

"Let me show you the Empire's Blood Elixir!"