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Chapter 614 Breaking Mountains and Rivers With One Shot! (first update)
The weather is cold.

A faint gray sun in the east hangs wearily in the sky, as if it has also been exhausted by the silence of the atmosphere, depriving it of its infinite heat.

On the first main street in Tokyo, a luxurious convoy drove towards the Imperial Palace like a long dragon.

Qin Yang sat on the second custom-made luxury car and quietly closed his eyes.

The driver in the car, the guard next to him, and an expert in the co-pilot all looked at Qin Yang from time to time, with anger in his eyes, helplessness, embarrassment, expectation, sarcasm, killing intent...all kinds of emotions.

About 15 minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Palace.

Looking from afar, the crimson palaces look like they are embedded in the snow. The palaces located in the bushes, with glazed tile roofs exposed, look like golden islands.

There are also high-rise buildings built in it, but it does not seem to violate the sense of harmony.

Get off the bus and enter the main gate of the Imperial City.

Led by the guards, Qin Yang came to an ancient city building with a height of six stories. The golden glazed tiles shone with dazzling light, making it look majestic.

This should be the tallest building in the ancient city of the Imperial Palace.

Qin Yang looked up, and there was an old man in sackcloth sitting on the very top, like a sculpture, with a hint of coldness, as if he was integrated with the imperial city, and he couldn't feel his breath.

Masato Fujita!

The number one martial artist in the secular world of Japan, his strength is equal to that of China's pseudo-immortal cultivators.

And in the rear of the imperial city, there are many warriors from Japan and China standing there, who are fortunate to be witnesses of this decisive battle, and their faces are full of excitement.

"Who do you think will win today?"

"I guess it's Mr. Dragon Soul. After all, he has created too many miracles, and being able to escape safely among so many masters in the gymnasium is enough to prove his strength."

"I don't think so. Mr. Fujita's 'One Sword Breaks Mountains and Rivers' is a match for the existence of masters in the world of demon gods. Even those pseudo immortals in Huaxia are not opponents. Mr. Dragon Soul may not be able to win."

"It's true. Anyway, today's duel is very difficult. If you lose, you will become a sinner of the country."

"Baga, I hope that Mr. Fujita can defeat that little Chinese brat and make him a slave of our Japanese country!"

"..."

Everyone was discussing and expressing different opinions.

In the imperial garden in the distance, the emperor and empress also stood on the high platform to watch the competition.

The Emperor's face was gloomy. After seeing Qin Yang, he inexplicably felt a little pain in his buttocks. He clenched his fists slightly and murmured, "I hope Mr. Fujita can fight for my Yamato nation."

The queen next to her frowned slightly, staring at Qin Yang with extremely vicious eyes.

She turned her head to look at a guard behind her, and said coldly: "Prepare the formation, if Mr. Fujita shows signs of defeat, activate the formation immediately, understand?"

"Yes."

A cold light flashed in the guard's eyes, and he nodded in response.

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"Mr. Dragon Soul, please."

Under the tower, the guard made a respectful gesture.

The corner of Qin Yang's lips traced a slight arc, and his toes touched a nearby marble, like a bird with its wings spread, it flew up, and instantly reached the top of the tower, standing opposite Masato Fujita.

"Do you know why I want to fight you on the top of the imperial city?"

Masato Fujita looked at Qin Yang with peaceful eyes.

"Say."

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the bustling city in the distance, Masato Fujita seemed to be reminiscing about something. After a long time, he said lightly: "Hundreds of years ago, this was the highest peak in Tokyo, a symbol of the power of the country, and the highest belief in the hearts of every Chinese."

"What you did in the stadium has caused great humiliation to this country. The lost dignity needs to be regained in the place where he once glorified."

Masato Fujita stood up slowly, pulled out the samurai sword in his hand, held it with both hands, and pointed at Qin Yang.

"Mr. Dragon Soul, as I said before, this battle is not about your grievances, but about the dignity of the nation. I will do my best!"

"Come on, let me see how much you weigh as the number one warrior."

Qin Yang also took out the Zhuxian sword, his eyes were cold.

"Shh!"

Masato Fujita moved and took a step forward.

Immediately, the roof trembled slightly, and the countless glazed tiles on the top layer automatically floated up one after another, staying in midair and shaking violently.

Accompanied by the knife in his hand, it swept like a long dragon.

When the sharp knife light was approaching Qin Yang, it turned suddenly, cutting across the vortex-like ripples of the knife knife, turning the wrapped glazed tiles into blades, and attacked Qin Yang in all directions.

As if covering the sky and blocking out the sun, Qin Yang had nowhere to escape.

"The strength is good, comparable to that of a pseudo-cultivator."

Qin Yang said lightly, stepping on his feet, water beads rose from the soles of his feet, and instantly condensed into a translucent water wall, with golden light as a shield outside, as tough as a steel wall.

The combination of water and gold is impossible for other Chinese monks, but it is easy for Qin Yang who has ten spiritual roots.

"Bang bang..."

The blade glow and glazed tiles hit the shield, and they all bounced back. Even if a gap was opened, it was instantly filled with the special water attribute skills, making it impenetrable.

"A combination of attributes?"

Masato Fujita's face was solemn, and he waved the blade light with both hands, turning his whole body into a blue blade wheel, forming a crazy tornado, which forcibly tore apart the shield in front of Qin Yang, and at the same time used force to pull the water beads Achieving enlightenment and sharp arrows.

"kill!"

Masato Fujita shouted violently, and countless water arrows were fired like thousands of strong bows and crossbows.

The warriors below watched and cheered repeatedly.

"Using the defense of others and turning yourself into an attack, Mr. Fujita's understanding of martial arts is amazing. It seems that Mr. Longhun is about to lose."

Someone exclaimed.

"Dragon Soul, don't make a move yet!" Fujita Masato saw that Qin Yang was still standing there like a wooden stake, neither dodging nor giving way, as if he regarded his attack as nothing, and suddenly felt a burst of humiliation in his heart, and shouted sharply.

"Stop tempting, show your housekeeping skills!"

Qin Yang waved the long sword in his hand, and his momentum soared like a deep sea, making everyone breathless.

In an instant, a beam of sword light crossed several feet across the space, shattering the opponent's attacks one by one. No matter how fierce Fujita Masato's attack was, Qin Yang's sword had no lethal power.

"So strong!"

Masato Fujita's pupils shrank, he put away his tentative heart, and for the first time his self-confidence was shaken in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, his eyes flashed coldly, he took a step forward, and said coldly: "Since you and I don't want to waste time, then we will use our strongest offensive to determine the outcome with one move!"

"Break mountains and rivers with one knife!"

Fujita Masato finally took out his strongest blow!
(End of this chapter)