Extraordinary starts from tearing the script

Chapter 579 578 Star Shifting Points Arrive!

Zhang Guangmu's Tang knife has a pitch-black spine, with auspicious clouds and satin patterns branded on the body, and the whole body is crimson. It is obviously a rare treasure knife with excellent quality.

He tore off the scabbard made of silver shark skin from his waist and threw it away.

Seeing this scene, Miyamoto Musashi immediately laughed wildly: "The sword and the sheath are a whole, but you threw away the sheath, which shows that you are far from reaching the highest level!"

"Zhang Guangmu, you have already lost this duel!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "shua", Miyamoto Musashi's whole body seemed to have turned into a spinning top, tearing through the strong wind with his two knives, he suddenly crossed the distance between the two, and came in front of Zhang Guangmu.

Speed ​​is power!

Miyamoto Musashi, who endowed the dual knives with powerful kinetic energy by his own rotation, is confident that even if Zhang Guangmu in front of him is made of steel, he can easily chop it into pieces!

However, his two knives suddenly hovered less than one centimeter in front of Zhang Guangmu's nose.

The air wave cut by the blade lifted the broken hair on Zhang Guangmu's forehead, and even left a white cut mark on the frame of his glasses.

But Miyamoto Musashi couldn't go any further.

because……

The tall Zhang Guangmu overlooks Miyamoto Musashi who is close at hand.

He is holding a knife in his right hand, but in his left hand is holding a mobile phone that is emitting fluorescence.

A video is playing on the phone screen.

Miyamoto Musashi clearly saw that a teenager in casual clothes and sneakers, with several black balloons hanging around his waist, was being pointed at by a group of heavily armed Xuanxian group members.

The boy with a frightened face is named Kojiro Miyamoto, he is his descendant, and he is also his summoner.

"mean!"

Miyamoto Musashi's angry reprimand blurted out.

Zhang Guangmu didn't take this nonsense to heart at all.

In this world, he is a person of the extreme way. In the world of martial arts, he is a typical person in the way of magic.

No morality in the world can restrain or shackle him.

Besides...

Miyamoto Musashi just played a sneak attack from behind, where did he get so much resentment?

This kind of double standard can't bring any benefit, it can only make yourself angry.

Zhang Guangmu felt that in terms of [double standards] alone, he was already much better than the great swordsman in front of him.

"The response speed is good, but it's useless."

Zhang Guangmu grinned evilly, raised his hand and slashed at Miyamoto Musashi's face, cutting the opponent's face in two.

Almost at the same time, while retreating, he shouted: "Do it!"

Facts have proved that ordinary slashes are useless against the ancestors.

In the lingering atmosphere, Miyamoto Musashi's head was cut in half, and the wound healed almost on the spot the moment it appeared.

However, Zhang Guangmu had already expected this situation.

The knife slashed in the opponent's face was just a test.

Zhang Guangmu's real killer move was the word "hands-on" just yelled.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang! ...

Gunshots rang out, and gunpowder smoke dispersed.

Hidden 100 meters away from here, in an abandoned building, the ancestral summoner Kojiro Miyamoto was beaten into a lump of rotten meat and died on the spot.

The executioner's report came from the mobile phone: "The target has been cleared!"

Zhang Guangmu smiled and threw the phone into Luo Zuan's hand next to him.

Miyamoto Musashi also had a stinky face, so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

Although Miyamoto Kojiro, who was shot and killed by random guns, was indeed his blood descendant, but the two did not have any deep feelings.

The reason why he is so uncomfortable is only because he died as a summoner.

Without the Summoner, none of the ancestral spirits could obtain supplies.

This is equivalent to a tree without roots and water without a source, even if it has infinite dark energy, it cannot be absorbed and used.

Even if the members of the Xuanxian group stopped attacking Miyamoto Musashi, he would naturally decline and die in the days that followed, and he would come to an end little by little in despair!

At this time, Zhang Guangmu's pleasant but annoying voice sounded in Miyamoto Musashi's ears.

"The summoner and the ancestor spirit are a whole, but you failed to protect the summoner, which shows that you, as the ancestor spirit, are still far behind."

This trick...

Zhang Guangmu would like to call this move "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Yi", highlighting a way to return to the other body.

How could Miyamoto Musashi not know that Zhang Guangmu was maliciously plagiarizing his classic lines?

He just replaced "knife" and "scabbard" with "ancestor spirit" and "summoner"!

Miyamoto Musashi raised his head and stared at Zhang Guangmu, his teeth itching with hatred.

Even counting his previous life, he had never seen such a brazen person!
Because of this, for a while, Miyamoto Musashi was a little speechless.

He was not a quick-witted person, and he calculated other opponents mostly because he was scheming, patient and willing to spend a long time and energy on planning.

Facing Zhang Guangmu's disgusting words, Miyamoto Musashi's face was gloomy, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He just silently closed the two sabers in front of him.

sizzle...

As the jet-black air circulated, the two knives merged into a four-foot-two-inch long blade.

In the world of martial arts, many swordsmen's long swords are said to be "three-foot green peaks". This comparison shows how long the new weapon after the merger of Miyamoto Musashi's two swords is.

This length is converted to 1.4 meters. Compared with normal weapons, its center of gravity is difficult to control, but...

One inch long and one inch strong, this kind of knife is very advantageous in close combat.

Moreover, Miyamoto Musashi had specially practiced such weapons during his lifetime and had sufficient experience in using them.

He had already made up his mind, and after he killed Zhang Guangmu, he immediately went out to find other descendants of his blood, hoping to conclude a contract with the new summoner and continue to survive.

"Now, my strength has surpassed the peak when I was alive, and it is far beyond!"

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth and hypnotized himself: "The me now can easily kill more than ten of my former self."

"If you don't become an ancestor spirit, you will never know how powerful the ancestor spirit is."

"Zhang Guangmu, see it clearly, this is the ultimate mystery of the double-knife style that I used in the battle with Sasaki Yanliu back then!"

"Five rounds..."

Bang!Bang!Bang! ...

The blazing red light spots and the violent and willful gunshots sealed all the lines of Miyamoto Musashi into his throat.

Although he turned into an ancestor spirit, his strength has increased by more than ten times compared with his life, but...

Guns and guns are also different.

The self-made soil gun is only 200 meters per second.

The pistols equipped by the bodyguards only have a firing speed of 300 meters per second.

The bullet speed of the sniper rifle has exceeded 1000 m/s!
Miyamoto Musashi just had the idea of ​​drawing his sword to chop the bullet, but before he could do it, the bullet shattered his entire right arm.

Then the left arm, right leg, left leg, waist and abdomen...

Waiting for the smoke to dissipate, the concrete pavement was also broken, showing dense potholes.

The ancestral spirit of Miyamoto Musashi failed to escape the attack range of the sniper.

Facing the saturation attack of hot weapons, he was left with only half of his body that could not be restored to its original state.

In addition, his long knife was also completely shattered, turning into pieces of iron.

Benefiting from [The Body of the Ancestral Spirit], although Miyamoto Musashi did not really die, he had completely lost his ability to fight. Judging from the current situation, it seems impossible to recover.

Luo Zuan was the first to rush over and pin him down. The bodyguards followed closely behind, swarming up, bound Miyamoto Musashi into a silkworm chrysalis, and stuffed it into the regular straitjacket of the mental hospital.

Miyamoto Musashi's face was full of unwillingness, but he was helpless.

He could only utter a sigh, with a look of self-pity, and muttered something like "bad luck, bad luck, and despicable enemies."

Zhang Guangmu didn't bother to talk to this sad loser.

I am not [the body of the ancestral spirit], but I also have a villain template. If I really want to fight against each other, there is a high probability of overturning.

Why not use a gun?

Just because he created a pseudo-extraordinary technique like "Xuanxian Secret Record"?
There is no such reason!
Looking down at the miserable loser, Zhang Guangmu suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

That is……

The feeling of using ability points to arrive at the account!
(End of this chapter)