Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 110 Beheaded here for twenty years of swordsmanship (4000)

But even in such a big Tokyo, Jianhao is not a stray cat or dog, but the essence of each genre accumulated for 30 to [-] years.

Just now Lin Mosheng has cut the essence of two kendo schools for 30 to [-] years. As the president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation, Fujikawa absolutely cannot allow Lin Mosheng to continue to cut.

He reached out his hand to stop the furious swordsmen on both sides, looked at Lin Mosheng, like an ancient well, with appreciation, and finally sighed, "It's a pity that you are not a Neon man."

Lin Mosheng asked with a smile, "Would you be happy if the Neon Man killed two sword masters from Tokyo?"

The two suddenly lost their killing intent, as if they were chatting after a long absence.

Before the real death, everyone doesn't want to scold and greet all the matrilineal members of the other party's ancestors like the street gangsters.

Instead, I hope to be like Cao Cao and Liu Bei, cook a pot of green plum wine together, and talk about whether the world is a hero or not in the wind and rain.

It's a pity that Liu Bei was discouraged in the end, which made a good talk a little less heroic.

Fujikawa shook his head with a smile, "Yes, because I will take you to Kyoto, to Shangluo, to try the sword world, and kill more of their sword masters. Isn't this a profit?"

Speaking of his joy, he laughed out loud to himself, as if Lin Mosheng was already a neon man.

"I didn't expect your neon involution to be so serious."

Lin Mosheng couldn't help but complain.

Although Fujikawa is proficient in Chinese, he didn't understand Lin Mosheng's words, "What?"

Lin Mosheng had no intention of explaining. He stroked his palms and said, "You have a good suggestion. In a few days, I will go to the capital along the river, and I will definitely kill a few more swordsmen for you."

Fujikawa put down the crutch in his hand, and took off the haori on his body while walking down the steps, "Unfortunately, you can't go to Kyoto anymore."

Lin Mosheng became interested, and looked at Fujikawa, who was thin and thin, but he was either thin with hidden muscles, or thin, just like real dead wood.

He secretly used [Yi Yan] to find out the data of the old man in front of him.

However, at the moment of his perception, Fujikawa suddenly let out a cold snort, causing the information Lin Mosheng perceived to fluctuate violently, as if being cut off in the middle by a sword blade.

Name: Masao Fujikawa

Age: 86
Power: 12
Constitution: 11
Agility: 14
Perception: ?
Spirit:?
Martial arts:

Mentality (?)
talent:

?

skill:
Beichen One Sword Style LVmax, Heart Sword LV2,?
Before Lin Mosheng continued to test, a force as sharp as a blade locked onto him.

This is the sword of the heart, which condenses the sword intent and turns into an invisible sword that can truly cut the heart.

Compared with this sword intent, the 30-year practice of Zaochun Shiro and Miyamoto Ichiryuji is like a toddler who has just learned to walk.

Lin Mosheng backed away quickly, and the sole of his foot plowed a ten-meter long mark on the ground.

As he moved farther away, the invisible sword would have less influence on him.

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng, but he was no longer the respected and amiable president of the Tokyo Kendo Federation.

But a ghost.

A ghost that has been hiding for decades.

The dark sinful red light is extremely dazzling.

He shook off the wide kimono on his body, and there were no tattoos on his back that symbolized his identity.

Only dense scars.

Cutting wounds from swords, penetrating wounds from bullets, and even embedded wounds from fragments of bombs.

These scars form a hideous tattoo.

The most eye-catching thing was the huge scar on his heart, as if a piece of flesh and blood had been gouged out, which made him suffer day and night, watching his powerful body slowly aging.

The scar on his heart was left by him when he was in Huaxia.

He still remembered that the other party could have killed him back then, but left this scar on purpose to keep him alive day and night.

And today, he wants to return this sword!

"Are you ready to escape?"

Fujikawa looked at Lin Mosheng who was retreating rapidly and laughed.

His body was already old, and he only had one chance to strike a sword, so he wanted to force Lin Mosheng to take the sword.

"I still remember that when I killed the Huaxia people, they escaped like this. They were like weak chickens. I chopped and chopped, and I couldn't finish chopping. Why? You have to learn from your predecessors? Aren't you going to teach me? Come on!"

He roared with hatred, even spitting regardless of his image.

Unscrupulous, and there is no so-called humility at all, just like a shrew who scolds and fights on the street.

Lin Mosheng took a deep breath. He knew that the other party was provoking him, but whoever made himself unbearable in this matter.

Lin Mosheng shook the long knife in his hand, "So you are barking like an old dog now? By the way, who left that wound on your heart? It's very artistic!"

He grinned, showing his white teeth, "I can't see the peak of swordsmanship in my life, and I can see my country being called around like a dog. Is it a good feeling to live on your knees?"

"Or is it that you have a unique taste and like to see your own women singing and moaning on the bed in exchange for you bastards living?"

right?

I, Lin Mosheng, are with the One Billion Immortal!
Sure enough, with the beast, talk about heroes and cherish heroes!

"idiot!"

When the hatred accumulated for decades broke out, when his wound was opened again.

Fujikawa originally thought that his xinxing cultivation had reached perfection, but now, he realized that he was just deceiving himself and others.

flaw!

Lin Mosheng, who was originally carefree, suddenly made a move when no one expected it.

One step, two steps, three steps!
mean!

Hate and surprise intertwined in Fujikawa's eyes.

But it suits him!
The sharp sword energy gathers in front of the body, blending with the invisible sword of the heart, without changing, but restraining all changes in the world.

This is the highest mystery of Beichen's one-sword style.

One cut.

Just one knife can restrain thousands of changes.

Cut the enemy's situation first, and then break the enemy's body.

This is the acme of neon kendo 'skills'.

"Moo!"

The majestic Zen singing sounded from Lin Mosheng's chest.

It was as if a big bronze bell was hidden in his chest, causing everyone to pause for a while.

Even Fujikawa, who was raising his momentum and condensing his sword energy, also paused.

Four steps, five steps, six steps!

The emperor lives in it, step by step!
The terrifying death energy condensed, as if a star's brilliance was condensed on the 'Diamond Heaven Blessing' in Lin Mosheng's hand.

Even before Jianguang came, Fujikawa felt the terrifying death intent.

There is freedom in his eyes.

That's fine, let me take this Chinese genius to hell.

I can also have an explanation for Neon Kendo.

dong dong dong.

On Wudang Mountain, the quaint big bell rang three times in succession.

Shocked, the white clouds scattered, and the birds crossed the stream.

A Taoist who was playing chess suddenly held the white chess with his fingers and paused.

Then he slammed down and said with a smile, "Mao Shandao owes me a favor."

Thousands of miles away, in the heart of Fujikawa, the snake-like sword intent entrenched day and night, instead of gnawing at his flesh and blood energy day and night as before, it erupted instantly, like a mad dragon.

Why is it breaking out now? !

The relief in Fujikawa's eyes turned into despair, and he swung the sword in his hand, but he could no longer be perfect.

seven steps.

The blood is burning, and the gas is like wolf smoke.

However, the wolf smoke was no longer frivolous, but turned into a layer of crimson thin armor, covering Lin Mosheng's body.

Iron cloth shirt proficiency [Iron Wall], burn a drop of effort, increase physical defense by 100%.

'King Kong Heavenly Blessing' came down with Beidou's death intent, Lin Mosheng roared, "Death!"

Two slender sword marks cut obliquely from Lin Mosheng's chest, pierced through the armor of blood and energy, pierced the flesh, but stopped in front of the [Fudo Ming Wang's body] that was integrated with pale gold and bones.

The moment the two sword marks were about to shatter [Fudoming King's Body], they scattered, unable to penetrate the bones, let alone hurt the internal organs.

The 'King Kong Heaven Blessing' in Lin Mosheng's hand was cut off directly from Fujikawa's left shoulder.

The terrifying power melted his flesh and bones together, and his body became three feet shorter out of thin air.

"call."

Lin Mosheng exhaled a hot breath, picked up several balls of white light in front of him, and melted them into his body.

Superior yoga techniques controlled the muscles to surge like living creatures, sealing the wound, leaving two narrow and terrifying sword marks.

Although the superficial injuries were sealed, he still couldn't help frowning slightly, because each of the two sword marks contained a sword intent, like maggots on tarsal bones, which made him unable to concentrate.

The system also flashed negative buff messages.

"You are affected by [Turtle Snake Sword Intent], the basic attributes of your body will drop, strength -2, constitution -2, spirit -4."

However, if you get [-] good deeds, it's worth it!
Lin Mosheng glanced at the corpse of Fujikawa, who had almost become a dwarf, and said, "Put down the butcher knife and want to be a good person? How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world?"

"President Fujikawa!"

"President!"

A group of swordsmen surrounded Masao Fujikawa's body, their eyes were red, and they looked at Lin Mosheng with hatred, their lips turned white and trembled.

Lin Mosheng stretched his neck, and the blood-smeared 'King Kong Heavenly Blessing' once again pointed at the remaining swordsmen with the reddest colors, and shouted, "I haven't hit enough, come again!"

His roar was like a dragon, shaking the green leaves in the courtyard for a while.

Shang Shanxing hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, let's call it a day?"

Lin Mosheng shook the 'King Kong Heaven Blessing' in his hand, and glanced at Ueyama Yuki, "Is this the determination you said? Sure enough, a waste is a waste, and you want to be the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi with this capacity?"

Shang Shanxing grasped his palm tightly, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and then stood behind Lin Mosheng.

Looking at the remaining swordsmen, "Everyone, since this is a fair duel, President Fujikawa deserved his death, so those who want revenge, please accept my instruction, and don't insult the neon kendo like a coward."

"Led the wolf into the house!"

"Yuki Ueyama, you traitor!"

"Asshole, don't you black tigers want to hang out in Tokyo?"

"You shameless bastard!"

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There was a sound of cursing, but Shangshan Xing's expression was as usual. He had heard too many such defeated words.

Facts have proved that the result will always only stand by the strong side.

Lin Mosheng laughed when he saw it, "Hey, hey, what's the matter? You can't afford to lose in the neon swordsmanship? Isn't it the life-and-death challenge written by Shen Nian Tian Cu Liu?"

He glanced at Yuki Ueyama behind him.

Ueyama Yuki took out the battle post with black ink on a red background from his bosom.

Lin Mosheng took the invitation and raised it in his hand, as if hitting all the swordsmen on the face.

"Why, don't you dare to fight after the letter of challenge?"

Afterwards, he threw the battle card in his hand, landed in the dust, and stepped on it twice, "Tokyo Kendo, that's all!"

The young and energetic swordsmen got up one after another, holding the handle of the knife with their palms.

"Get out!"

Masao Fujikawa's grandson Kazuya Fujikawa scolded, then took a deep breath and looked at Lin Mosheng, "Your Excellency laughed at the fact that the Great Swordsman didn't show up today."

Lin Mosheng's eyes became sharp, and he looked at Fujikawa Kazuya, the biting dog didn't bark, this kid can't be kept!
"Aren't you going to try it?"

He pointed to the two long and terrifying wounds on his chest, "Although the old man's character was not good just now, he still played the sword handle well. He almost killed me, and left two scars Uncomfortable sword intent, unfortunately, it is still just an old dog."

Fujikawa Kazuya stared at the wound in front of Lin Mosheng, trying to determine whether the other party was really seriously injured, or if he was bluffing and trying to escape.

After all, even if it is a real great swordsman, he beheaded two swordsmen in a row, and was even slashed to death by his grandfather, leaving behind his sword intent. It is absolutely impossible for him to be without a little damage, even if the opponent is still standing, it can be regarded as a miracle .

However, the consumption of his energy, blood, and even spirit is unimaginable!

After all, people have limits!

The swordsman next to Fujikawa Kazuya couldn't bear it anymore, and drew his sword, "Okuyama Nenryu, Saitogawa."

"Saito-kun!"

Fujikawa Kazuya gave a low snort.

However, Saitogawa still walked down the stands step by step, walked up to Lin Mosheng, turned his back to everyone and said, "He is so seriously injured, it is definitely not as easy as it looks on the surface, if I don't try it out, I am ashamed of President Fujikawa's past Love."

"However, if I also lose, please preserve your usefulness."

He looked at Lin Mosheng with burning eyes, and slowly drew out his saber, "Then, go and invite some great swordsmen to slay the demons!"

Lin Mosheng looked at Saitogawa with a look of displeasure. Among all the people here, he was one of the few who had almost no crimes. It is estimated that even if he was killed, it would only be a few hundred good deeds.

"You don't have a Juggernaut?"

Lin Mosheng asked curiously. From the very beginning, they have been emphasizing 'great swordsman'.

Saitogawa's face changed twice, "No."

He slowly swung his sword, "Please enlighten me."

Lin Mosheng glanced at Saitogawa and said seriously, "I'm really exhausted now."

As his words fell, his original peak spirit dropped.

There was ecstasy in everyone's eyes.

Saitogawa seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and roared like a lion.

The sharp sword energy brought him to bite Lin Mosheng like a lion.

Okuyama Nianliu·The Lion Conquers Demons!
"Moo!"

"hold head high!"

The soul-stirring sound sounded again, but this time, it was no longer from Lin Mosheng's chest.

The totem behind him seemed to come alive.

The giant black tiger and the five-clawed young dragon took off, and the two ferocious beasts roared, shattering the sound of the lion subduing demons that Saitogawa was proud of.

In the next moment, in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it.

Golden arms stretched out from Lin Mosheng's back, turning into a golden body measuring six feet in length. King Ming opened his eyes, and his five eyes were full of anger.

Today, he not only wants to kill the swordsman, but also kills the spirit of the 20 years of swordsmanship here!
(End of this chapter)