I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

Miyamoto Musashi's action just now did not change the external environment in any way, all his power seemed to be sucked into another space, and even the rushing momentum was just an illusion.

He accepted that outcome, at least for now.

"Liqun Takahashi, the leader of the Liushenyi faction, has officially surrendered to us, and Gangcun is now undergoing a handover."

"Ah."

Miyamoto Musashi said indifferently: "That girl from the Sato family seems to have learned from Yan Fan?"

Fujiwara's right sickle tensed up all over, and he who used to be as calm as mountains and rivers at any time unexpectedly felt a burst of coldness.

"Yes, but it's just a fragmented volume. Since... Tachibana Ukyo's death, Yan Fan was divided into three volumes and divided into three volumes. Kanako was lucky enough to learn one volume."

After some deliberation, Fujiwara Youkama said anxiously.

He was afraid, afraid that Miyamoto Musashi would kill his beloved apprentice!

Miyamoto Musashi shook his head: "Relax, I won't do anything."

"Tachibana Ukyo, you're just an unlucky bastard."

He and Tachibana Ukyo are the two brightest martial arts stars in the history of Dongying. He created the Ertian One Sword School, and Tachibana Ukyo created "Yanhui" by himself!

Yan Fan's three sabers... In terms of power, it's even stronger than Er Tian Yi Dao!

They are the twin stars of Dongpu, but they are also lifelong enemies of each other.

In the final decisive battle, he used Ertian Yidao, but Tachibana Ukyo didn't have time to release Yan Fan.

Because, on that day, Miyamoto Musashi turned his back to the sun, and Tachibana Ukyo faced the sun.

That little bit of sunlight made him squint his eyes, and before he could swing his sword in time, Miyamoto Musashi's Niten Yisho followed one after another.

Tachibana Ukyo was defeated, seriously injured, and later died.

Miyamoto Musashi became the brightest and only star in the night sky.

After that battle, he completely consolidated his supremacy in martial arts.

"With you, maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard."

Shaking his head, Miyamoto Musashi showed an incomprehensible weird smile on his face: "I still had concerns before, so I couldn't be invincible in the world."

"But now, I am completely desperate, so the black dragon can only do nothing to me."

After the weird smile, Miyamoto Musashi cried bitterly under the cherry tree, like an unwanted child, crying for a long time with a knife.

The frozen cherry tree slowly shrank and lost its life completely.

After a long time, the purple beam of light shot up into the sky again.

He still has work to do!

Kill Xu Fu, kill the person who ruined his life!

And what about the black dragon that Miyamoto Musashi was talking about?

In the fight between the two, who wins and who loses?

Where is he?

808. Suspicion

"Master, are you in good health?"

In a courtyard in the capital city, a dragon girl in plain clothes stood in the hall.

Because of the frequent encounters with foreign enemies recently, in order to prepare for a new round of martial arts competitions, she was in a fighting state almost all the time, and she didn't have the time to dress up her clothes, let alone make up and care.

But even so, with the advancement of the realm, the original wheat-colored skin of the dragon girl has gradually become fairer. If we say that she was like a vigorous female leopard before, full of sexy charm; then the current Dragon Girl is like a cold-blooded and ruthless Valkyrie. Just one look can make ordinary people tremble with fear.

However, when she saw the leisurely old man lying on the grand teacher's chair, Long Nu's cold eyes flashed unconcealable worry.

At this moment, she is not a dragon girl, but just an ordinary disciple Chen Jing who is worried about her master's safety.

"Can't die."

Heilong lay easily on the grand teacher's chair, and the chair shook slightly with the strength of Heilong. If only watching this scene, who would have thought that Heilong had already suffered extremely serious injuries?

"There is definitely a big secret in Dongying!"

Stuffing the tobacco into the pipe, the black dragon blows lightly, and bursts of blue smoke rise from the end of the pipe.

Heilong also likes to smoke, but unlike Shi Qinghai, the cigarettes he smokes are the bongs that were more commonly used in the last century or during the Republic of China.

"What did the master find?"

The dragon girl pursed her lips, and her chapped lips in the past became silky and tender at this moment. The deeper the realm, the less the impact of the lost fireworks of the three souls would be on her.

"Haha."

Black Dragon laughed and shook his head: "If you can't beat Miyamoto Musashi, how else can you find it?"

"I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years. I didn't expect that Miyamoto Musashi has made such terrifying progress. At the beginning, I could suppress it easily, but now it is difficult to win. It is undeniable that the times are gradually moving away from me."

If you can't win, you lose.

Originally, his injuries were gradually improving, but he never thought that he would encounter such a terrifying opponent in just one battle, and his injuries would further aggravate.