Chapter 110: Twenty years of swordsmanship here (4000)

But even in such a big Tokyo, Jianhao is not a stray cat or dog, he is the essence accumulated by each school for 20 to 30 years.

Lin Mosheng had just killed the essence of two kendo schools that had lasted twenty or thirty years. As the president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation, Fujikawa could never allow Lin Mosheng to continue killing.

He stretched out his hand to stop the furious swordsmen on both sides, looked at Lin Mosheng like an ancient well, with admiration, and finally sighed and said, "It's a pity that you are not a neon man."

Lin Mosheng asked with a smile, "If the Neon Man kills two Tokyo swordsmen, will you be happy?"

The two of them suddenly lost their murderous intent, and it was like chatting after a long separation.

Before the real fight to the death, no one wants to quarrel like gangsters on the street and greet all members of each other's maternal lineage.

Instead, I hope to be like Cao Cao meeting Liu Bei, making a pot of green plum wine together, and discussing whether the world is a hero or not in the changing weather.

It's a pity that Liu Bei gave up in the end, which made the beautiful talk less heroic.

Fujikawa smiled and shook his head, "Yes, because I will take you to Kyoto, to Shangluo, to test the world of swordsmanship, and kill more of their swordsmen. Wouldn't this be profitable?"

"You shameless person!"

A evil ghost who has been hiding for decades.

But this is exactly what he wanted!

The sharp sword energy gathered in front of him and merged with the invisible sword of the heart. There was no change, but it restrained all changes in the world.

The relief in Fujikawa's eyes turned into despair, and he swung the sword in his hand, but it could no longer be perfect.

Fujikawa Kazuya stared at the wounds in front of Lin Mosheng, trying to determine whether the other party was really seriously injured, or whether he was bluffing and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Boom, boom, boom.

Then, he threw the battle card in his hand away, landed it in the dust, and stepped on it, "Tokyo Kendo, nothing more than that!"

One step, two steps, three steps!

mean!

Kazuya Fujikawa, the grandson of Masao Fujikawa, scolded angrily, then took a deep breath and looked at Lin Mosheng, "The great swordsman didn't show up today, which makes you laugh."

Even Fujikawa, who was building up his momentum and concentrating his sword energy, paused.

These scars formed a hideous tattoo.

"Asshole, don't you Black Tigers want to hang out in Tokyo?"

One by one, young and vigorous swordsmen stood up and pressed their palms on the hilts of their swords.

His body was already old and he only had one chance to strike with a sword, so he wanted to force Lin Mosheng to take the sword.

"Saito-kun!"

The 'King Kong Tianfeng' in Lin Mosheng's hand was cut directly from Fujikawa's left shoulder.

"Are you ready to escape?"

Fujikawa originally thought that his mind-xing cultivation had reached perfection, but now, he realized that he was just deceiving himself.

Four steps, five steps, six steps!

Why is it happening now?!

The white clouds dispersed in surprise, and the birds flew across the stream.

After all, people have their limits!

But a fierce ghost.

There are only dense scars.

"However, if I also lose, please keep yourself useful."

The scar on his heart was left when he was in China.

Ueyama Sachi took out the battle card with red background and black ink from his arms.

Fujikawa's eyes were filled with hatred and surprise.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, "I will never see the peak of swordsmanship in my life, and watch my country being ordered around like a dog. Isn't it a good feeling to live a humble life?"

The swordsman next to Fujikawa Kazuya could no longer bear it and drew his sword, "Okuyama Nenryu, Saitogawa."

"idiot!"

His roar was like a dragon, and for a moment the green leaves in the courtyard fell.

"I still remember that when I killed the Chinese people, they also escaped like this. They were like weak chickens. I chopped and chopped, but I couldn't finish them. What? You also want to learn from your predecessors?

Aren’t you here to teach me? Come on!”

Although the superficial injuries were sealed, he still couldn't help but frown slightly, because each of the two sword marks contained a sword intention, which was like a tarsal maggot, making him unable to concentrate.

On Wudang Mountain, the ancient big bell rang three times in a row without any wind.

Lin Mosheng's eyes became sharp and he looked at Fujikawa Kazuya. A biting dog can't keep this guy if he doesn't bark!

"Why don't you come and try?"

Lin Mosheng moved his neck, and with the blood-foamed 'Vajra Heavenly Feng' in his hand, he pointed at the remaining swordsmen with the reddest colors again, and shouted, "We haven't beaten enough yet, come again!"

Lin Mosheng asked curiously. From the very beginning, they have been emphasizing 'great swordsman'.

"Kamiyama Sachi, you traitor!"

That's fine, let me take this Chinese genius to hell.

Lin Mosheng burst out laughing when he saw it, "Hey, hey, what's going on? Are you guys so unworthy of defeat in Neon Kendo? Isn't it the one who issued the life-and-death challenge to Shen Nian Tentori?"

"Bringing the wolf into the house!"

Shangshan Xing tightened his grip, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and then stood behind Lin Mosheng.

Age:86

Strength:12

Constitution: 11

Agility:14

Perception:?

Spirit:?

Martial Arts:

Lin Mosheng exhaled a hot breath, picked up several white lights in front of him, and integrated them into his body.

"President!"

"call."

He looked at Lin Mosheng with burning eyes and slowly drew his sword, "Then, go ask some great swordsmen to slay the demons!"

The further away he goes, the less impact this invisible sword has on him.

Lin Mosheng became interested and looked at Fujikawa. He had a skinny figure, but it was either the kind of leanness that hides muscles, or it was as skinny as a real dead tree.

He glanced at Sachi Ueyama behind him.

The system also generated negative buff messages.

"Back off!"

Lin Mosheng retreated quickly, plowing a ten-meter long mark on the ground with the soles of his feet.

Lin Mosheng took a deep breath. He knew that the other party was trying to provoke him, but he couldn't bear to be provoked in this matter.

"I didn't expect you neon involution to be so serious."

And today, he wants to return this sword!

"You don't have a sword master?"

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Curses rang out one after another, but Kamiyama Sachi's expression remained as usual. He had heard this kind of slanderous words too many times.

The heart and blood are burning, and the anger is like smoke.

Ueyama Sachi hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Lin, is that the end of the day?"

When the hatred accumulated for decades breaks out, when one's own wounds are opened again.

Lin Mosheng looked at Saitogawa with an unlucky look. Among all the people here, he was one of the few whose sins were almost zero. It is estimated that even if he was killed, he would only have done a few hundred good deeds.

However, Saitokawa still walked down the stands step by step, walked up to Lin Mosheng, turned his back to everyone and said, "He is so seriously injured, he is definitely not as relaxed as he looks on the surface. If I don't give it a try, I will be ashamed of President Fujikawa's previous experience."

Love."

The shocking sound sounded again, but this time, it no longer came from Lin Mosheng's chest.

The most eye-catching thing was the huge scar on his heart, as if a piece of flesh and blood had been cut out, causing him endless pain day and night, as he watched his powerful body slowly age.
To be continued...