Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"My lord, it seems that someone has come to look for us?" Shi Jian turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the gate of the shrine.

Zhuo Bufan also withdrew his thoughts, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Watanabe said that you are from the Dragon Kingdom? You are younger than I imagined." Miyamoto Jiro embraced his arms, and in his arms was a black sword. It was unpretentious and had no attraction at all, but It was this simple-looking Tai Dao that attracted Zhuo Bufan's attention.

"Who are you?"

Zhuo Bufan looked at him indifferently.

"A person who is coming to kill you." Miyamoto Jiro also said lightly, his tone was calm and bland, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

Shi Jian raised his willow eyebrows tightly, but that face that should have been cute and pretty was covered with a layer of frosty color, holding the Ziqing sword in his hand, a murderous intent arose.

"Shi Jian, you are not his opponent, let me do it." Zhuo Bufan said, taking a step forward.

Shi Jian hesitated for a moment, then put away the Ziqing sword in his hand, retreated to the side and said: "My lord, be careful." The Japanese middle-aged swordsman in front of him is stronger than the Yamano Yidao that Zhuo Bufan met last time Too much, the two are not at the same level at all, or it can be said that Yamano Yidao is only the realm of a master, while the strength of the middle-aged swordsman in front of him seems to be deeper than that of the old Qinglong

.

With Shi Jian's current strength, it is completely impossible to defeat such an existence.

"Where's your weapon?" Miyamoto Jiro asked with a slight frown when he saw that he was bare-handed. This was his dignity as a master swordsman.

"Without a weapon, I can blow you up with just my fist."

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc.

"Presumptuous." Miyamoto Jiro, the master of swordsmanship in Japan for decades, was also the top master of Japanese martial arts before the battle with Abe Ishiyu, not to mention that he has broken through the realm of the sword god, and his strength is even higher. He has entered a new realm, but now he is so humiliated by a young man from the Dragon Kingdom, even though he

Sitting in the temple for 20 years has already made him focus on nothing else, and his mind is as calm as water, but at this moment, Zhuo Bufan's words ignited a flame of anger in his heart.

Just as Miyamoto Jiro blurted out his words, he still pulled out the Taidao from his arms. It was a crescent-shaped sword about one meter long. The world is ordinary, giving people a depressive and extremely heavy feeling.

From the moment the knife came out, the surrounding winds surged, and the murderous aura condensed into the blade as if it was real, and cut towards Zhuo Bufan across a distance of tens of meters.

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists with both hands, a bright golden light erupted from his fists, smashing all the blade winds that leaped towards him.

"It's your blessing that you can die under the Black Water Autumn Knife. It's been a long time since this knife tasted the taste of blood." Miyamoto Jiro said lightly, but the Heishui Autumn Knife in his hand was changing, A series of black knife marks slashed into the air, almost cutting the air into annihilation. The sword light was shining, making changes in the way of the sword, and finally all the true essence and knife energy condensed into one point, and suddenly moved towards Zhuo Bufan

cut to.

"Qingshan Seal!" At the same time, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, his true energy was concentrated on the fist, and he threw it against the blade.

The huge golden fist mark collided with the knife marks condensed into a line, and there was a metal-like impact sound, like Hong Zhong Dalu.

With the fist and the blade as the center, a circular white ring spread for a hundred meters, and the tall trees that were brushed by the white ring broke instantly and fell down one after another.

And Zhuo Bufan also felt the weight of a thousand weights. The huge pressure passed through his body and spread to the soles of his feet. With the soles of his feet as the center, cracks like spider silk appeared on the concrete floor, and these cracks extended dozens of times. meters, as if the effect of an earthquake.

Seeing the fight again in the shrine, those ordinary people couldn't help opening their eyes wide.

"How is it possible..." Miyamoto Jiro's eyes showed horror.

Zhuo Bufan also frowned. Miyamoto Jiro's black water autumn knife slashed on Zhuo Bufan's fist, unexpectedly only a small cut was made, and a stream of blood leaked out. This is one of the weapons used by the sword master Miyamoto Musashi back then, and it is also one of the top ten famous swords in Japan, ranking in the top five, and it is held by Miyamoto Jiro

hands.

Miyamoto Jiro was also confident that even an armored tank would be cut open by him, but now, even Zhuo Bufan's fist couldn't break it.

Zhuo Bufan was also shocked, his golden skin had reached the fifth layer, he could resist shells hard, and the bullets would tickle his body, but he didn't expect to be cut with a knife to bleed out blood.

"Come again." Jiro Miyamoto's face finally had a trace of solemnity, and on top of this solemnity was a fiery fighting spirit.

He originally thought that Zhuo Bufan fought Abe Shiyou, even though he killed Abe Shiyou, he must have been seriously injured, but what he didn't expect was that Zhuo Bufan's strength was so powerful, he was simply a monster.

Miyamoto Jiro said, people come with swords, and the whole person seems to have merged with the sword in his hand, becoming a natural existence, and all kinds of sword techniques come. In the eyes of everyone, only a black knife shadow can be seen wandering around the hall.

Zhuo Bufan's fists were like golden raindrops, making metal impact sounds continuously. During the fight between the two, the ground of the shrine, which had already been severely damaged, collapsed, the ancient trees fell, and the black bricks and rubble were turned into powder by the violent energy.

However, the more Miyamoto Jiro hit, the more frightened he became, Zhuo Bufan's true energy was almost as solid as real ones, his fists were like steel drills, when he hit the knife, the metal clanged.

Moreover, Zhuo Bufan's true energy seems to be inexhaustible. Although Miyamoto Jiro has stepped into the realm of the sword god and his blood is reactivated, he is actually an old man in his eighties and nineties. No matter how strong the blood is, it can't resist the blood of young people.

"Catch me three more punches." Zhuo Bufan shouted, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"First punch."

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, like a meteor hitting, the speed was so fast that there was an explosion sound in the air.

Miyamoto Jiro's pupils contracted slightly, the horizontal knife blocked his chest, and immediately hit the knife with his fist. Miyamoto Jiro felt as if he had been hit by a fast-moving train, his feet touched the ground, and pulled out two tens of meters long The mark, the blade trembled violently, and almost fell out of his hand.

"What a powerful force?" Jiro Miyamoto looked shocked.

Although Zhuo Bufan fought with Abe Shiyou just now, they all used magic techniques, so there is no way to fight with fists so bloody. Zhuo Bufan was still simmering with anger in his heart, he couldn't find a place to vent, and he didn't expect Jiro Miyamoto to appear.