Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

Everything is silent!

Near the Shogun's Palace, the Japanese masters who were watching this battle only felt cold at this moment.

The chill that penetrated deep into their bones made them shiver all over.

"died!"

"All dead!"

"The man in white, Master Hongxin, Master Hoen, Master Chiba, and Sword Master Yoshioka, they are all dead!"

Everyone was emotionally agitated and unable to calm down.

Bright blood was flowing.

The dead body fell to the ground.

It was so bloody and tragic that it was indescribable.

The earth broke apart and buildings collapsed.

Just like the beliefs of the Japanese warriors, they were destroyed abruptly.

All of this originated from that person.

All eyes were looking towards Zhao Wuxian who was standing in mid-air.

In his hand was a snow-white divine sword.

He was facing various masters from the Japanese martial arts world who had gathered here.

"Who else in the Japanese martial arts world dares to fight?"

Zhao Wuxian's cold voice resounded throughout the world.

But no one in front of him could answer it.

The blood in their chests was boiling.

Although I wanted to rush out and fight him to the death.

But the corpses lying on the ground had cooled their blood.

Four masters of the Return to Truth Realm and one great master of the Heavenly Man Realm have all died tragically. Who else can be their opponent?

"I come!"

Suddenly, a young man walked out of the crowd, with a samurai sword on his waist and blood boiling with anger.

He is not a grandmaster, just the first level of innate realm.

But he still came out.

Young people are always energetic, passionate and fearless of death.

He gritted his teeth.

He spoke Japanese, but Zhao Wuxian had been in Japan for more than half a month and had already learned some Japanese words.

"He is the last disciple of Sword God Yoshioka!" Someone recognized him.

Zhao WuXian glanced at him and said calmly, "Go back and retreat for ten years, then come back to challenge me!"

Someone translated this to him.

The young man did not back down, and shouted: "I want to fight you fairly, only martial arts, no internal energy!"

Zhao Wuxian didn't say anything else.

then.

A figure walked out from him.

With a casual move, a samurai sword flew into his hand.

The clone came in front of the young man and stood with a knife in hand.

No one dares to underestimate this clone.

The three masters all died at the hands of their clones, which was a real humiliation and also proved how powerful Zhao Wuxian was.

The art of clones is not mysterious to the Japanese. They also have some secret techniques of their own, which are called "ninjutsu".

The young man's face flushed. The other party was just a clone and was using a samurai sword instead of a sword. It seemed that he looked down on him.

"Humph, I heard from Master that this Prince Jing just had a chance encounter. What skills can he learn in just one year?"

The young man was extremely jealous and used this method to encourage himself.

If he can win, it will surely boost the Japanese martial arts world, become the hope of the Japanese martial arts world, and carry the banner of the school.

There was a light in his eyes.

He stared intently at the clone opposite him who looked exactly like Zhao Wuxian.

The opponent used the same sword-drawing and slashing posture that Yoshioka Masao used before his death.

The young people are even angrier.

He stared, trying to find a flaw in the other person's posture.

Too much.

So many that they are full of flaws.

The young man really wanted to take action, but there was a voice in his heart telling him to be more careful and cautious.

The other party is the enemy who killed his master.

Could it be that these flaws were deliberately revealed for myself to see?

The clone holding the knife did not move either. He stood there quietly, waiting for the young man to draw his knife.

But the more he did this, the more uneasy the young man became.

The two men still stood still.

But this "stillness" is also "movement".

This "stillness" is even more intense than "movement".

At least, young people have played this game hundreds of times in their hearts.

He stared at the opponent's sword.

At first glance, it seems very ordinary.

But after he looked at it carefully for a long time, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He only sensed a figure standing opposite him.

The man and the sword seemed to have become one. He thought of a hundred moves, but he knew he could not repel it.

He could already sense the murderous intent on the knife.

The longer he looked.

The more I felt, the more I seemed to be enveloped by the knife light and murderous aura.

Later.

He couldn't even think.

Even his heart was attracted by the murderous aura of the knife.

How can a knife have such great charm?

This knife is exquisitely crafted and made of pure steel.

but no matter.

It is just an ordinary knife, not of high grade, and looks like an ordinary kitchen knife.

A knife is always dead and has no life.

How can dead things produce charm?

Although this principle is complicated, it is also extremely simple.

A peerless beauty can make people forget about food and sleep and become completely obsessed.

And Wu Daozi's paintings and Wang Youjun's calligraphy can also fascinate people.

The same is true for knives.

The knife is dead.

But in the hands of a master, it comes to life.

Its life is given by the spirit and courage of the person holding the knife.

The posture of the knife, the luster of the knife.

Just like Wu Daozi's paintings and Wang Youjun's calligraphy, they are no longer simple "things" but have soul and life.

Although Zhao Wuxian's knife skills are far inferior to his sword skills, if he masters one skill, he will master all skills.

For the young people in front of us, it is enough.

His eyesight is still not penetrating.

In his eyes, the sword technique in front of him was perfect.

Sweat began to form on the young man's forehead.

Someone couldn't stand it any longer and sneered, "Why don't you take action?"

"Idiot, this is a contest of wills, a more exciting game than pure swordsmanship." Someone said.

"The Jingxin Mingzhi school can only put on airs but is not good at actual combat." Someone sneered.

"proceed if you can!"

The crowd fell silent again.

At this time, the young man finally moved.

He couldn't help but walk towards the opponent's knife.