I am a god in Tokyo

"Under such conditions, maybe you have a chance to defeat me!"

The samurai has nothing to fear.

Jian Hao is not a fool either, he clearly recognizes the gap between the two, and also understands...the other party is playing, if he intends to escape, the other party will abandon the rules and attack with all his strength.

He has no chance of winning!

"Boundary." Jian Hao stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "Have you broken through the limit?"

The samurai smiled.

"Instead of asking, why don't you give it a try, and cherish your time, you don't want your disciple to come back and be slaughtered by me, right?"

The voice just fell,

The swordsman drew his sword and went up, the light of the sword was sharp.

The samurai really abided by the rules of the game, did not dodge, and suddenly drew out the sword, and the second strike came first. Amid the sound of gold and iron, sparks flew everywhere.

The swordsman missed a hit, he turned and retreated, taking advantage of the fact that the warrior couldn't move, he turned around like a gray shadow.

Ding ding ding ding.

The sound of gold and iron colliding is endless.

"Swordsmanship is acceptable, speed is not good, strength is not enough!"

The samurai parried the sword lord's attack easily, without moving his lower body, and swung the sword like a silver light, easily breaking the sword lord's attack.

The two sides not only clashed in swordsmanship, but also collided in spiritual power, the hurricane roared and spread, and the ground shook.

"Take out your strongest strength."

In the short confrontation, the samurai easily deflected Jian Hao's attack and kicked him flying.

"It's just this level that doesn't satisfy me!"

Jianhao was short of breath.

In that short tens of rounds of confrontation, he put all his physical, spiritual, psychological and swordsmanship into use, but he was dismantled with ease. He had exhausted enough physical strength, but the opponent didn't even lose his breath.

Is this the one who goes beyond the boundaries?

Koga Musashi is not a genius in the traditional sense,

His psychic aptitude is not high, and his personality tends to be dull. The only thing worthy of praise is his passion for the sword day after day, year after year.

Because of this concentration, he left the so-called genius behind and became the fifth person of the boundary.

It was also because of this concentration that he missed his childhood sweetheart.

"If you are so passionate about swords, do you have to give up other things?" Jianhao asked himself more than once.

If he was given another chance, would he give up kendo and choose an ordinary life?

no one knows,

But maybe, again.

He will still be passionate about swords, and will still come to this point, but apart from swordsmanship, he hopes that he has the courage to hold her hand, even though it is much more difficult than practicing swordsmanship.

"This sword, please enlighten me, senior!"

Koga Musashi stepped forward.

The Taidao is smooth, turning itself forward halfway, the spiritual power is no longer in the form of pressure, but attached to the long sword, increasing its lethality.

"interesting."

The samurai frowned slightly, and his expression finally became serious.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The flames splattered, and what came was like the sound of morning bells and evening drums.

Fighting with long knives, or picking, smearing, stabbing, and chopping, in the hands of the two swordsmanship masters, they abandoned other fancy swordsmanship and fought with the purest basic skills.

The test is eyesight, patience, spiritual power, and reaction ability.

This is also what Jianhao is good at.

Decades of daily practice, abandoning the ones he loves, and passionately practicing swordsmanship, since he started practicing swordsmanship at the age of six, he has only stopped practicing for one day.

That day was her wedding day.

"That's it, that's it!"

The samurai laughed and responded to the enemy, his sword and light intertwined, breaking his own rules.

But neither of them cared.

The swordsman is so focused on the sword, he has nothing else in his eyes, and enters a state of profound and mysterious comprehension, while the warrior sees this point of the opponent, actively cooperates, and lowers his sword power.

at last,

Jianhao's eyes widened suddenly, and the spiritual power that was close to being exhausted suddenly surged.

In this turbulent spiritual power, his swordsmanship surpassed the limit. In an instant, it seemed that countless sword lights lit up at the same time, and countless sword moves were performed. weapon.

laugh--

The sword light stopped at the same time, and sheathed at the same time.

"How does it feel to cross the limit?" The samurai asked in a low voice, standing with his sword in his arms.

Jianhao glanced at his palm in confusion, and suddenly laughed.

"It's bad."

The samurai laughed.

He looked back at the circle he defined, and said, "I passed that circle, and I lost...What's your name, I will remember you."

"Koga Musashi."

Jian Hao replied.

The samurai was a little absent-minded, and the smile on his face faded.

"may I know your name?"

Jianhao turned around with difficulty, his chest was already bleeding profusely, but he kept his figure straight.

The samurai lowered his eyes in silence, stroking the mottled and rusty scabbard, as if lost in memory.

After a long time,

Only then did he answer softly, the voice seemed to come from an ancient era, illusory.

"Miyamoto Musashi."

The samurai raised his eyebrows and saw that Jian Hao had already closed his eyes and died.

Even when he died, he was standing with his sword, as tall and straight as a pine.

just on the face,

with regret.

Chapter 130 Four Funerals

The more cars drive outside of Tokyo, the fewer high-rise buildings and the older the city buildings.

Xia Zhiqiu rolled down the car window to let the evening cool breeze pour in, looking at the looming mountains shrouded in darkness.

I wonder if Mr. Jianhao will be angry?

I not only released his pigeons, but also ignored his kindness.

In this country, how many people want to be under the sword giant's family but can't get it. I can win his attention, but I give up the opportunity I got. I don't know if Mr. Jianhao is willing to talk to me?

I wonder if there will be a chance to learn from him in the future?

The girl's eyebrows are sad.

When she was worrying about gains and losses, she suddenly held her heart, and her heart throbbed for no reason.

"what happened?"

Sansumi Mikoto, who was in the driver's seat, was keenly aware of her strange emotions.

Xia Zhiqiu caressed his heart, frowned and said nothing, just borrowed the mobile phone from the forensic doctor, and made another call to Miyagawa Ryosuke.

Only after this call did I know,

It turned out that Miyagawa Ryosuke was at a nearby convenience store.

"Where's Mr. Jianhao?"

Xia Zhiqiu squeezed the phone tightly and asked cautiously.

Jianhao does not carry any electronic equipment all year round, and the only way to contact him is through his disciples.

"The master is still waiting for me, and so is his old man. I'm hungry at this time. I searched for a long time before I found a convenience store."

Miyagawa Ryosuke was extremely helpless.

He returned to the car with the purchased goods, and headed towards Xia Zhiqiu first, and soon, the two met.

"Junior sister, you disappeared for three days, where did you go?"

Seeing the girl dressed in kimono, the young man touched his chin and smiled wickedly.

"Could it be a date with your lover? That's not acceptable. A man who can't even beat me is not yours, Junior Sister!"

Xia Zhiqiu was not in the mood to joke with him, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious.

"Brother Liangjie, you shouldn't have left Mr. Jianhao alone in the wild, let's go back quickly!"

"Master doesn't like riding in a car at all, besides, what danger can he encounter as an old man?"

Miyagawa Ryosuke didn't care.

Jian Hao is a man of boundaries, and no one in Japan can match him, so there is nothing to worry about.

Having said that, it was a good intention for the little junior sister to care about the master, so she also led the two of Xia Zhiqiu back to the original road.

"Shiyu, are you overthinking?"

Sansumi Mikoto felt the girl's uneasiness and was also relieved.

Xia Zhiqiu didn't know how to explain the throbbing in his heart, he just pursed his lips and stared at the front illuminated by the headlights.

Until the field illuminated by the spotlight, a figure with a sword appeared, stretched extremely long by the light.

"Master is waiting for us there!"

Miyagawa Ryosuke smiled.

He slowed down the speed of the car and continued to move forward. Wherever the lights illuminated, Jianhao stood with his back, but he was motionless.

"Blood smell."

Xia Zhiqiu's nose moved slightly, and he whispered.

Sansumi Mikoto also clenched the steering wheel, her brows were full of solemnity.

Both of them have strengthened their divine power, their five senses are sharp, and they can smell blood from a distance... But, this is a swordsman, what else can happen to him?

"master!"

Ryosuke Miyagawa stopped the car first, and walked away with his lunch box.

"When I was shopping for bento, I happened to meet my junior sister. Look, she heard that you were hungry, so she even bought the bento. Please forgive her this time..."

The talkative senior brother is still fighting for a chance for the younger junior sister to be forgiven.

But when he approached,

But he also smelled the smell of blood, and couldn't help slowing down, looking at the motionless sword hero.