Chapter 1000 A hundred years of hard work!

Before, Musashi Gen was sitting upright on the huge rock, about to die, his breath was decay, as if half of his foot had stepped into the coffin, and there was no power of any strong man.

But now, Gen Musashi's half-open and half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

"boom!"

A breath like abyss and prison suddenly burst out from his withered body, as if an ancient beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years broke free from the shackles and escaped from the trap.

This terrifying aura spread in all directions, immediately covering the entire cave.

Many strong men in the field, their hairs stood up and they were silent. They felt the bone-breathing cold covering their bodies, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

At this moment, they even had an illusion that the Yuan Musashi in front of them was no longer a dying old man, but turned into a sword middle finger god, the most powerful thing in the world, and the murderous aura revealed invisibly was creepy and terrifying.

What is even more shocking is that the scar-faced swordman who had drawn his sword toward Musashi, who had pulled his sword before, seemed to have been petrified at this moment, and still maintained a chopping posture, but his body hovered in mid-air, which violated the force of gravity.

Looking from afar, it looks like a still picture, extremely strange.

"Thorn!"

At this moment, a brighter light than a star bloomed in Musashi's eyes, turning into a magical sword that broke through thorns, tearing the sky and shaving the yin and yang.

No one can imagine that human eyes can condense into swords.

The sword light shot out like a flying rainbow, containing the domineering and sharp will of death.

It is impossible to describe the sharpness and splendor of this sword in words, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It seems that it has surpassed the sword and has been sublimated. It is the anger of the God King and the punishment for the destruction of the world!

Anyone who sees this sword will not have any resistance at all, and can only bow down and give all his respect and worship.

Even the immortals and Buddhas would tremble under this sword.

"See!"

In the midst of lightning, the sword light pierced the Scarface Swordsman's throat.

The bright red blood flowers splattered in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, and the momentary beauty revealed an indescribable sense of beauty.

This is obviously a killing sword technique, but in Gen Musashi's hands, it has risen to art and reached a perfect state.

"Is this... the real strength of the Sword Saint? I... was wrong..."

At the end of life, the Scarface Swordsman had to admit that it was his supreme honor to die under such a sword move.

"thump!"

The next moment, his body fell to the ground, died, completely dead.

...

quiet!

Deadly silence!

For a moment, in the huge cave, there was a silence and a needle could be heard.

Many strong men were dumbfounded and stood there, like wooden men, motionless.

They seemed to be immersed in the peerless sword just now, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Suddenly, Gen Musashi stood up from the boulder.

A few rays of sunlight shone down from the gaps in the cave, illuminating his face half-light and half-dark, with crisscrossing wrinkles like mottled sword marks, with edged cheekbones raised high and white eyebrows inserted diagonally upwards into his temples.

In every move, the meaning of being cold at high places is revealed.

At this moment, many powerful men in the field were only a few meters away from him, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of water, and they were so far away from the world. No matter how hard they chased him, they could not get close.

Gen Musashi stood there, high above, like a god standing in the nine heavens, looking down at all living beings.

It was not until this moment that many strong people in the field understood-

In today's world, there are many sword tyrants who are once prominent, but the only sword saint is Yuan Musashi!

No one can resist the magical sword technique just now.

Gen Musashi didn't even take action, and just based on his eyes, a strong man died.

As long as he is willing and his mind moves, all the strong people present will probably be buried here.

This is the real sword saint. He was able to be invincible in the bloody era of sword light and shadow a hundred years ago.

Suddenly, Yuuo Kurosaki came back from his shock, and knelt down on the ground with great excitement, shouting: "Congratulations to Lord Sword Saint, for his great achievements in magical skills, look at the world, and be invincible again!"

Gen Musashi swept across everyone with a condescending look, and said as if he was thunderous:

"I have never held a sword for a hundred years, but for a hundred years, I have been grinding the sword in my heart! After reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship, I will know the truth that "no sword is better than sword" and "no move is better than move"! Because there is no move, there is no weakness, it is impeccable and not stuck in things, plants, trees, bamboo and stone can be used as swords. With the intent of the sword, you can also take the heads of the enemy generals from it!"

"Now, I have transformed into a sword. The man and the sword are one. The man is the sword, and the sword is the man!"

"boom!"

At the end, a dazzling sword light rushed out from above Musashi's head, blasted through the cave and went straight into the sky, forming the shape of a towering giant sword. Its sharpness was revealed and shone everywhere, piercing the entire world.

This scene is similar to the three flowers gatherings of the Dazhen people of the Huaxia Taoist Sect.

Feeling the domineering sword intent, all the strong people present were trembling, hunched over and like shrimps, and their souls were trembling.

Not only that, within a radius of dozens of miles, all the birds and beasts crawled on the ground, as if they were meeting the supreme gods.

At this time, Musashi Gen said slowly, "Is that Chinese warrior named Ye Beichen? This time, let me meet him!"

Hearing this, many warriors showed ecstasy expressions on their faces and cheered:

"Long live the sword saint!"

"Sword Saint is invincible!"

"We in the Japanese martial arts world are finally saved!"

"As long as Lord Sword Saint takes action, where will that Chinese boy be arrogant?"

...

Japan, Nagoya, Inuta Shrine.

The Retta Shrine, one of the oldest and highest-ranking temples in Japan, is worshipped by the Sausage Sword used by the Emperor Wa Jian-ru, the "Tiancongyun Sword", one of the three major artifacts.

According to the "Ancient Times", the Tiancongyun Sword is a divine sword that appeared in the body of the Eight Snake. Even the Ten Swords of the Gods are not its opponent.

In a sense, the Tiancongyun Sword is not a "god" weapon, but a peerless fierce soldier. However, in the eyes of the Japanese royal family, it is a "symbol of the conqueror" and rule the entire world with absolute "power".

Although he was enshrined in the Reitan Shrine Palace, not to mention ordinary people, even the Emperor, could not watch this artifact at will.

A priest once attempted to spy on the artifact, leaving a record-

"As soon as you get closer, the clouds will surge automatically, making it impossible to see anything. Everyone used a fan to disperse the clouds and lit them secretly, but they saw that the artifact was two feet, seven or eight inches long. The blade edge looked like the leaves of the calamus, with thicker central part of the blade, and about eight inches thick in the handle, with many links but not smooth, just like the back of the fish, which is white from top to bottom."

However, later, the priests who peeped at the divine sword were cursed by the divine sword and died suddenly.

Since then, no one dared to peek at the Tiancongyun Sword.

In the evening, an old man wearing a gray robe and wooden clogs walked into the Retta Shrine and soon arrived in front of the palace where the artifacts were worshipped.

It is the sword saint Musashi who has returned to the world!

Several priests stared at him and scolded:

"The person who comes stops!"

"The forbidden area ahead, idle people are not allowed to enter, so retreat quickly!"

Hearing this, Musashi Gen was silent and looked up slightly at the palace. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate a high wall.

Suddenly, a vast and boundless aura burst out from his body, and shouted:

"Sword-Come!"

The words "simple" contain supreme will, just like the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploded in the field.

Several priests vibrated their eardrums, and their qi and blood surged in their bodies, and they were almost vomiting blood.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the entire Retina Shrine was shaken by it, and the ground trembled.

"Oh my God! What's going on... Is there an earthquake?"

"Escape quickly!"

Some tourists exclaimed and immediately looked for the nearest bunker.

But soon, from that palace, misty clouds and mist floated out, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire temple with very low visibility and only one meter of sight beside you.

Such a strange scene made everyone very frightened and didn't know what was going on.

“Buzz buzz…”

In the palace, the enshrined Tiancongyun Sword seemed to be summoned by a mysterious force, shocking.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, the Tiancongyun sword shot out, tearing the clouds and mist, making a roar like a giant beast in the wilderness, alarming the nine heavens and ten earths.

After a moment, it flew straight into the hands of Musashi Gen and emitted a high sword sound, which was a bit joyful, as if it was delighted by the "reunion of old friends"!

Gen Musashi gently stroked the sword blade, his movements were gentle, as if he was caressing his lover's body, and murmured: "Old guy, we're meeting again! I hope that Ye Beichen can be worthy of your sharpness!"

After saying that, Musashi Yuan swept across the sword with his sword, the sword energy was turbulent, and the clouds and mist in the sky all disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he straightened his back and held the Tiancongyun Sword tightly, as if he had grasped the whole world, took a step forward, and walked towards the outside of the divine palace.

Looking at his departure back, the many priests did not dare to stop him. They knelt on the ground one by one, impressed by his domineering aura.

That day.

The legendary swordsman Musashi, who had been silent for a hundred years, finally came out of the mountain.

We made an appointment to fight against the Chinese warrior Ye Beichen, and three days later, we will fight to the top of Mount Fuji!
Chapter completed!