Grave Robber: Beginnings Fusion Hydra Cypress

The little brother didn't seem to care about the outcome of this battle. Even if he suffered a little loss, he didn't take it to heart.

He is more concerned about his past.

Faced with his question, Hattori Hanzo thought carefully before answering.

"The earliest information about you is only two hundred and thirty-eight years ago, and there is no earlier information."

The little brother's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Tell me more details."

Hattori Hanzo was a little impatient.

"Those are trivial things in life and have nothing to do with fighting. How can I remember so many of them?"

"Stop rambling. If you want to know more information, you must defeat me first and then ask the master."

"All the information is in the master's hands."

From his words, people got a surprising clue.

Wang Zanghai has the detailed information of the little brother!

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Very good, you finally got me interested."

"As long as I kill you and catch Wang Zanghai, I can know my past!"

Hattori Hanzo sneered.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability!"

They had just exchanged a move, and he had regained the situation, which greatly increased his confidence.

The little brother moved his hands and feet and said calmly.

"I was just thinking whether to kill you or not."

"If you are willing to hand over all the information, I can spare your life."

Hattori Hanzo was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly.

"What a joke, how could a ninja betray his master!"

"Stop wishful thinking!"

Only then did the little brother's expression become serious.

"Well, then there's no point in living for you!"

After saying that, he flicked his wrist.

A strange scene appeared!

I saw that the black knife in his hand was missing!

Hattori Hanzo's pupils shrank sharply and he quickly turned his head to hide.

A ray of cold light passed by his cheek, leaving an inch-long bloody gash!

Daomang!

In the ancient martial arts, if you cultivate your weapons to the extreme, you can kill people thousands of miles away.

The legendary sword energy and light!

Hattori Hanzo was surprised.

"You actually developed sword energy!"

The black knife appeared in the little brother's hand again, as if nothing had happened.

The younger brother said expressionlessly.

"Don't you know everything about me? Don't you even know this?"

Hattori Hanzo was shocked inside, but pretended not to care on the outside.

"Even if the intelligence is wrong, you can't beat me!"

The swordsmanship honed over four hundred years is not just a matter of words!

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand turned into a cold light and shot out.

He actually also cultivated the sword light!

The little brother looked stern, and the black knife took action again.

Two rays of cold light met in the sky.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

Hattori Hanzo looked down and couldn't help but look horrified.

The demon sword Muramasa actually had a gaping hole!

For Japanese samurai, the sword is their life.

The sword is there for the people, but the sword destroys the people!

Even people who don’t understand martial arts can tell that my sword energy is more powerful!

"How is that possible!"

The two of them used sword energy to fight through the air, and the weapons did not collide. How could his sword split?

A look of disdain flashed across the little brother's face.

"It seems that you have only been cultivating sword energy for a short time, and you are still not very proficient in sword energy."

"Although the sword energy and sword light are invisible, they are integrated with the weapon. It can be seen as an extension of the weapon."

"With your level, how can you have the confidence to challenge me?"

Hattori Hanzo was surprised by the strength of his opponent, and his own confidence was also hit hard, and his face turned red.

"It must be a coincidence. I have used this knife for more than four hundred years. It may have broken because it was not properly maintained!"

He would rather make excuses for himself than admit the strength of his opponent, which shows that he already feels guilty.

The younger brother smiled coldly.

"Crouching tigers, hidden dragons, there are countless masters in China. Your swordsmanship may be the best in the Japanese island country, but in China, you are at most about the same as Liu Ye."

"If Mr. Liu were thirty years younger, you might not be his opponent."

"You are just a frog in a well who has never seen the world. What's all the fuss about!"

He was talking about the black-backed six.

Hattori Hanzo has practiced swordsmanship for more than four hundred years and has detailed information about Zhang Qiling. He thought he would win this battle, but he found out that the opponent was stronger than him!

He really couldn't accept this cruel fact and shouted angrily.

"Come on, you and I will decide the outcome with one sword strike. I will definitely kill you!"

In anger, he had lost all reason and planned to risk his life in a fight to the death!

The younger brother was very calm about this.

"An impatience is a taboo for masters to avoid."

How could Hattori Hanzo, who was in a state of incompetent rage, listen to this? Even if the younger brother was kindly reminding him, he would take it as a mockery.

"Stop talking nonsense, we can decide life or death with one move!"

I saw him doing a lunge, holding the knife in both hands, raising it high above his head, and extending the knife behind his back.

The enemy can only see his hands, not the knife.

Bahuang Hidden Sword Style!

The younger brother nodded slightly, showing a hint of approval.

"Something."

His starting position was completely different. He actually stretched out his arms and placed the ancient black gold sword flat on his chest.

This is a posture full of flaws. No matter from which angle you look at it, it is a wide open door.

But a trace of surprise flashed in Hattori Hanzo's eyes.

He has been immersed in kendo for more than 400 years. He has seen all the famous swordsmanship in the world, but he doesn't recognize this move.

But his face turned fierce immediately.

"Mystifying!"

No matter what moves Zhang Qiling used, his move of the Eight Desolate Hidden Sword Style, which combines the essence of Japanese and Chinese swordsmanship, is his lifelong unique skill.

Once this move is used, it will surely take the enemy's head!

"Kill!"

With a crazy roar.

Hattori Hanzo waved his hands fiercely, and a magical scene appeared.

The Muramasa Demon Sword in his hand turned into thousands of sword lights!

The sky was full of sword lights, covering the sky and the sun, sweeping over.

Within three feet around the little brother, all were blocked by the sword light. No matter what angle he dodged from, he could not escape the blade.

A 360-degree, no-dead-angle, sure-kill sword!

Everyone's heart was in their throats, and they couldn't help but sweat for the little brother.

The famous Hattori Hanzo is indeed worthy of his reputation!

Among the people present, only Ji Changsheng was not panicked at all, and even smiled slightly.

"Won."

I don't know who he said won.

Facing the sword light all over the sky, the young man was not in a hurry, and slowly slashed with the black sword held horizontally.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it.

This sword is too slow, just like the old man and old woman doing Tai Chi in the park.

How can such a slow sword win?

But what they don't know is that this is just a visual illusion.

In fact, in Hattori Hanzo's eyes, the young man's sword seemed to split time and space!

He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all.

The black gold ancient sword, with an unstoppable momentum, went straight to Hanzo's neck!