Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"Zhuo Bufan, you are the one who forced me to live with you. Even if I try my best today, I will kill you here."

Miyamoto Jiro's eyes were about to burst, and his pupils had completely turned into a sea of ​​blood. His hair began to grow longer, and stopped growing when it reached his waist, but the hair that was originally black gradually turned white from the roots, and the skin on Miyamoto Jiro's body seemed to be like a leaking balloon , began to become shriveled, covered with deep wrinkles

pattern.

At the same time, he gradually turned from a middle-aged man with vigorous vitality into an old man, but even so, the aura emanating from his body has been continuously rising, and finally reached a zero threshold stop.

At this time, although Miyamoto Jiro had regained his appearance as an old man, the aura of real energy in his body had increased several times than before, and an inexplicable strong pressure swept away from him.

Even those guests who had fled away and stood a hundred meters away all felt a sense of immense pressure.

"Is that the sword master?" A warrior in the crowd suddenly widened his eyes and looked behind Miyamoto Jiro. Zhuo Bufan also looked over in the same way, but he saw an illusory figure on Miyamoto Jiro's body. The figure was about two feet high, with his eyes closed, but he was wearing the armor of a general from the Warring States Period, with a ring around his waist. Wearing a Taidao, if you look carefully, the appearance of the Taidao is not right

It is exactly the same as the black autumn water in Miyamoto Jiro's hand.

"Miyamoto Musashi?"

Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself.

As a legendary figure in the Japanese martial arts world, Miyamoto Musashi left behind some portraits, and even now there are some kendo halls with his picture hanging, so all martial arts practitioners in the crowd saw this phantom, They all knelt on the ground excitedly.

Miyamoto Jiro exhausted all his energy and true energy, and actually summoned Miyamoto Musashi, a generation of Japanese swordsman?

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, Miyamoto Musashi had been dead for hundreds of years, and Miyamoto Musashi majored in kendo, not a yin and yang magic, it is impossible for the soul to remain in the world for hundreds of years without disappearing.

Soon, Zhuo Bufan noticed the black autumn water, which was the weapon used by Miyamoto Musashi. If the will of martial arts and the weapon are combined into one, it will leave his own trace in the weapon.

Similar to Zhuo Bufan's Ice Emperor Rain Sword, after following him for a long time, a wisp of his breath will remain on the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.

As for the figure behind Miyamoto Jiro wearing the armor of the Warring States Period in Japan, it should be the imprint left by Miyamoto Musashi in the black autumn water, but it was awakened by Miyamoto Jiro's special secret method. The function of 'Shen Da' is similar.

The phantom was wearing a black armor of the Warring States Period of Japan, and a crown with a moon and sun pattern on his forehead. The whole phantom exuded extremely powerful power.

The other party has been dead for hundreds of years, but he can still retain his imprint, and his martial arts achievements are astonishing. It is no wonder that he is a famous sword master in the Japanese martial arts world.

"But even if Master Miyamoto Musashi arrives, he is not my opponent, let alone a remnant left behind." Zhuo Bufan shook his head, his eyes indifferent.

"presumptuous."

Miyamoto Jiro snorted coldly, and at the same time the phantom who had closed his eyes slowly opened his eyes, the golden light in his eyes gleamed, and two golden beams shot straight towards Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan also shot out two golden lights from his pupils, and the two golden lights collided together silently, but everyone who was a hundred meters away felt a splitting headache, it was just the impact of mental power.

"Zhuo Bufan, it is your honor to die at the hands of my ancestors today." Miyamoto Jiro said coldly while holding the black autumn water.

The tall phantom behind him seemed to have become his shadow, and he also raised the illusory black autumn water in his hand, as if the two had merged into one, and at this time Jiro Miyamoto's aura surged again.

"Could it be that Mr. Miyamoto advanced to become a sword master?"

"Our Japanese country has not gone abroad for a sword master for sixty years."

"Meet the new Juggernaut."

Many Japanese warriors knelt down with great awe.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Miyamoto Jiro, the real swordsman's strength should be in the late stage of foundation establishment, but Miyamoto Jiro is still a little bit worse, at most he has the strength of a half-sage, but even the strength of a half-sage still makes Zhuo Bufan Feel the pressure.

hum...

The Ice Emperor Yujian and Dragon Fish in his hands also trembled and screamed, as if they were very excited.

"Good man, fight with me."

Miyamoto Jiro poured all the true energy in his body into the black autumn water crazily, the whole knife buzzed and trembled, and the color became as black as ink, more simple and ordinary, as if it could be bought everywhere in tourist attractions General sword jewelry.

He is freezing the true essence in the black autumn water infinitely, without any movement or waste, trying to condense the true essence on one point. Although there is no great momentum, the power in it is unimaginable. .

"Bing Dao Mirror."

Miyamoto Jiro opened his mouth slightly.

Bing Dao Jing is a book written by Miyamoto Musashi, which contains his own cognition and understanding of martial arts, as well as his imagination and pursuit of a deeper realm. It is almost all of his martial arts will, and it is also the most powerful Knife.

Martial arts will, true energy, and martial arts are almost three in one, devouring the light of the sun and the moon, and a huge dark cloud has covered the sky above Watanabe village without knowing what to do.

Jiro Miyamoto's white hair flew wildly backwards, like a demon.

Even Zhuo Bufan had to treat that annihilation-like aura with caution, but even so, there was a stubborn flame jumping in the boy's pupils, which was formed by his three hundred years of hard work and experience of life and death. tenacity and fortitude.

"Sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of a sword chills nineteen continents."

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Yu Sword, and two cold lights appeared in his pupils. After a while, his face returned to calm, he drew his sword and jumped up, relying solely on the strength of his body, he jumped thirty meters.

"Death."

Similarly, Miyamoto Jiro has accumulated energy, this is his strongest sword, jumping up like destroying the world.

In the dark cloud-covered sky, a black sword light and a silver sword light pierced the sky, leaving behind the owner a trail tens of meters long.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Yujian, his sword eyebrows were flying, and his eyes were full of determination to move forward.

Miyamoto Jiro pinched the black autumn water, his eyes were blood red, like a demon.

The two swords collided together, and a powerful impact circle spread for hundreds of meters. The wind howled and the clouds moved, and the grass and trees flew. Even people a hundred meters away were blown to the ground by the violent breath. The ground below him was forced to collapse under the pressure of the released ability, and cracks like spider silk were cracked, extending a hundred meters, as if it had been bombed by shells.