I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 164: At the end of the art path, the world and the earth are in sorrow (climax)
Time: Last night.

Location: Osaka, Japan.

Big raindrops gathered along the ridge of the roof and fell down into water.

"Boom rumble..."

A thunder flashed across the sky, suddenly lighting up the dark jungle.

With this thunder from God, I saw that the forest was filled with people, surrounding an old man.

It's just that although the old man was surrounded, no one dared to come forward. The six corpses on the ground were already the best outcome.

But as the rain fell, everyone felt relieved.

Those weird paper figures are no longer useful.

Next, as long as he uses some of this old man's magic, he will be unable to fly today.

The old man raised his head and opened his mouth. The corners of his dry mouth were stained with rainwater. He licked the rainwater on his face a few times and looked up with squinted eyes.

I saw a middle-aged man in his early 40s, wearing a samurai uniform and walking with a sword.

"It's Mr. Yasuo Ue!"

Some young people following behind couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this middle-aged man.

That was an almost legendary figure, the inheritor of the true secrets of the Kagami Akechi stream.

Although the Jingxin Akechi Sect has declined, no one dares to underestimate this gentleman. According to rumors, his swordsmanship has reached an incredible level.

The appearance of Anmura Uye is nothing short of cheering everyone up.

He stepped forward expressionlessly, only to pause about ten meters away.

These days, too many people have died at the hands of this old man, including masters of the Temari sect, friends of the Yagyu Shinin sect, and seniors of the Onmyo sect.

Even some juniors were not spared.

As long as they are strangers, he will kill them almost on sight.

Regardless of the occasion, good or bad, male, female, old or young.

Just like this, the two people looked at each other with only murderous intent, no need for any nonsense.

"kill!!"

An Murakami let out an angry roar, and his figure suddenly accelerated. It seemed that at the moment his figure jumped up, he and the surrounding space and time felt torn apart. He suddenly appeared in front of the old man in the blink of an eye from a distance of more than ten meters.

When he was still two steps away, his body suddenly lowered and he held the knife in his backhand.

"One-sword style, Shenhui!!"

"Boom!!!"

At the moment when the sword was unsheathed, the blade was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night. In an instant, it seemed like little golden afterglows flashed, and a dazzling bright light burst out in the old man's sight.

This is the highest kendo attainment of the Jingxin Akechi School.

Nowadays, the only person in the entire school who still masters such a unique skill is Yasuo Ue Yasu.

At the moment when the strong light shone, the old man flew back quickly. At the same time, his slightly drooped eyelids opened, and a silver aura suddenly burst out in his cloudy eyes. Xu Xinzai would definitely recognize this. This is clearly from their Xu family. The unique skill handed down from generation to generation is the Yin Yang Golden Eyes.

The bloodshot threads on the fingertips turned into red threads, spilling out like a big net.

"puff!!"

Hearing the sound of blood splattering, everyone's faces showed signs of joy unconsciously.

This sound clearly sounded like the sound of a sword chopping flesh.

It was just that the golden light was dazzling in front of them, and they couldn't see the truth for a while.

Fortunately, the golden light dissipated quickly. Everyone took a closer look and burst into cheers.

The old man was standing there, but his right sleeve was empty. There was a broken arm on the ground, and the blood flowing out made the muddy water under his feet red.

"What a fast knife! I can't dodge it."

The old man's face was hidden in the shadows, but his hoarse voice was clearly a sign of lack of energy, indicating that the old guy had run out of gas.

"That's amazing. You deserve to be Uye-kun. This is our Kyōshin Akechi's kendo master!!"

"Hey, Kamui-kun's swordsmanship has surpassed that of his master. According to Kamui-kun's age, ten years... no, five years. As long as five years pass, we will definitely be able to revive the glory of the Kashin Akechi sect and become my The new sword master of the empire.”

The crowd applauded.

An Murakami silently put away the sword in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him: "If you were younger, maybe you could avoid this sword. I won't be able to win. But senior, please don't worry. After you die, I will I will personally return your body to your hometown, this is my last respect for you!"

As soon as An Murakami's words came out, everyone immediately looked unhappy.

They wanted to cut this old man into pieces and scatter his bones into ashes. Not to mention, there were too many secrets in this old guy. Once cracked, it would bring huge benefits.

Even the old guys from Temari's faction had already made a plan in their minds. As soon as the old man fell to the ground, they would take away his body, use secret methods to sacrifice it, use his soul to support the shikigami, and make his body into a body. Puppet, seize the secret method in his memory.

"No need, you're just a piece of shit, it doesn't matter if you want it or not."

The old man raised his head and looked at Anmura Shangjing, with a somewhat sarcastic smile in his eyes: "Are you the only one left in your group?"

Seeing the look in the old man's eyes, Anmura Shangjing couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart, and a bad feeling came over him.

The old man silently raised his left hand.

A scarlet silk thread gradually became dazzling in the dark night.

One end of the silk thread was connected to the old man's finger, but the other end was pierced into Anmura Uye's heart.

"what!!"

Seeing this scene, Anmura Uye's expression changed drastically.

The knife strike just now flashed through his mind, and he said in horror: "You did it on purpose!"

The smile on the old man's face gradually turned ferocious: "We have an old saying in China, which is that if you don't let go of your children, you can't catch the wolf. Anyway, I am a left-hander. If I lose an arm, I will cut off your inheritance. Make money, make money, hahahaha!!"

"Bagaya Road!!"

Anmura Ue's eyes were bloodshot and he quickly drew his knife.

But with a slight hook of the old man's finger.

"Bang!" The red rope broke, and Anmura Uye, who had already half-pulled out the knife, straightened up his heart and stiffened up. He looked at the old man unwillingly, but his vision began to blur rapidly.

With a sound of "Bang!", he fell straight to the ground.

When the old man saw this, his laughter gradually died down, and he looked at everyone with gloomy eyes: "Is there anyone else who wants to die?"

da da da da...

There was deathly silence in the forest, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Everyone had horrified expressions on their faces. If you listen carefully, you can hear the chattering of the young man's teeth.

"Pfft!"

The old man sat down on the ground, his face showing fatigue.

Everyone could tell that he couldn't hold on anymore. He had been chasing him endlessly for several days, and the other party didn't even have a bite to eat. Now that he had been hit hard again, he was probably at the limit of his life.

But even so, in the eyes of everyone, this is a devil.

No one dared to take a step forward rashly. After all, the number of people killed along the way had already reached double digits.

Now that even Anmura Kamei is dead, everyone feels a lingering fear.

"Boom!!!"

At this time, the sound of a copper bowl came from the forest behind them. Everyone turned around and saw an old man wearing wooden clogs walking slowly.

There were three monks behind him.

The old man has white hair shawl, Japanese clothes on his body, and the emblem of the Iga sect.

What's even stranger is that the old man's eyebrows are somewhat similar to that of the devil.

Everyone nodded to the old man, which showed how high the old man's reputation was in the eyes of everyone.

He is a legendary figure who can record history.

What he has done can be described as great.

Although these deeds can only be circulated in Japanese primary school textbooks, this does not prevent many young people from admiring him.

Because, he is Kudo Yukitake.

As if he felt something in his heart, the old man with a broken arm sitting on the ground raised his head. The two looked at each other, but their eyes became more and more hateful.

"It's been many years since we last met, and I often dream about you, brother!"

Kudo Yukinotake said.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect that the old man was Kudo Yukitake's brother.

All the Japs were talking incessantly, shouting in their hearts that it was unbelievable.

The one-armed old man sneered: "What a coincidence, I also dreamed about you. I chopped off your head and played it as a ball for a long time, and finally kicked it into the pig's nest, and the pigs were unwilling to eat it."

"Baga!!" Xing Zhiwu looked unhappy. His brother's words were just a joke. In his eyes, the man in front of him was a heinous assassin.

"What's wrong with you? You've stayed in this island country for too long. You don't even know how to speak your hometown dialect. Let me teach you." The one-armed old man stood up and pointed to Kudo's house with a smile. Wu, "You're such a bastard, I'm going to fuck your adoptive father, adoptive mother, and your entire family for eighteen generations!"

After the one-armed old man finished cursing, he suddenly coughed violently.

Blood overflowed from the old man's mouth and nose, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. When he looked down, he noticed that the wound on his broken arm was already black.

"The knife is poisonous!"

The old man immediately looked back at the katana on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the other party seems to be upright, but in fact it is difficult to change the despicable and shameless nature.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Yukitake took a stroll and walked forward: "Don't look at it. This reckless man like Anmura Uei doesn't know about this."

Obviously this was planned by Kozuki Takeshi from the beginning. He was not optimistic about Yasuo Ue's swordsmanship. After all, he had experienced this brother's skills. Back then, in order to chase him, he faced several jounin who desperately sniped him. They were only seriously injured, but on the other hand, they left the bodies of the three jonin forever, and they have not yet recovered them.

"Cough cough cough..."

Seeing that the old man's coughing got worse and worse, he finally sat down on the ground, and even his breathing became rapid. Yukitake walked forward leisurely.

"grown ups!"

When the three monks saw this, they immediately blocked it, but Yukitake waved his hand. He had prepared the poison, and he knew very well the effects of the poison.

Not to mention the old guy who was seriously injured, even he would not be able to fight back once he was poisoned.

"We found this poison from a disciple of the Tang Sect. After repeated improvements by me, it has become the most poisonous in the world. It can be regarded as a meeting gift I prepared for my brother."

Xing Zhiwu squatted down and looked at the familiar face in front of him, the smile on his face gradually grew stronger.

Just smiling, Yukitake suddenly stopped smiling.

He found that the face of the old man in front of him was dark and he was deeply poisoned, but there was no unwillingness in his eyes.

This unreasonable thing made Xing Zhiwu immediately alert. He was about to step back, but the old man suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The skinny palm was as hard as an iron hoop.

The old man raised his head and looked to the east with an expressionless face.

"According to legend, Taishang Laojun refined the Nine-Revolution Golden Pill, and ordinary people can become immortals if they eat it. Since ancient times, emperors have been looking for this elixir, but they don't know that there is no Nine-Revolution Golden Pill in the world, only the Nine-Revolution Corpse Pill. The person who takes this elixir will unleash the most brilliant magic in his life when he dies."

The old man's words were spoken in dialect. Xing Zhiwu heard it in a fog and couldn't understand it at all. But he became more and more anxious, and there was always a feeling that he couldn't express: "Asshole, what are you talking about?"

It wasn't until the smile on the old man's face grew stronger, the strength in his hands became less and less, and the light flashing in his eyes became more and more hollow, that he said in his hometown dialect: "Brother, it's time to go see the King of Hell."

As the words fell, the charm in the old man's eyes completely disappeared.

Xingzhiwu shook the old man's hand away inexplicably, pulled out the sword from his waist, and prepared to chop off the old guy's head: "Bagaya Road!!"

That was the moment the blade was swung down.

A bright light suddenly erupted from the old man's body.

"boom!!"

Immediately afterwards, the old man's body decomposed in the strong light, but the strong light did not dissipate. Instead, a gray light emerged, which quickly flooded the entire jungle with the old man's final roar.

"At the end of the art, the world and the earth are in sorrow!!!"

　This chapter has been deleted, edited, and finally caught up.

　　
　
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