Musashi Miyamoto could no longer maintain his slight swaying just now, but his face was still full of rampantness.

"Silly guy, when you become my prisoner, or when you die, I hope you can still be so arrogant." Musashi Miyamoto, who is almost the same as Zhang Muyang, began to change constantly. In the blink of an eye, he had become a giant standing tall. The demon sword in his hand stood up high, and a terrifying terrifying energy was transmitted from the knife.

"Do you think you only know illusions? Even if your soul has no flaws, in front of this knife, you are still fragile like paper, with demon swords and hundreds of ghosts running together."

The demon sword slashed towards Zhang Muyang, with inexplicable power, which seemed to make people unable to resist at all, and even a slightest idea of ​​resistance arose. Faced with such a knife, Zhang Muyang frowned and did not frown, and only snorted coldly: "It's mysterious."

Musashi Miyamoto's move is not as good as outside of his spiritual consciousness. Although he looks huge and irresistible, just like he himself said, he is now a paper tiger, not only useless, but also doesn't look scary.

Zhang Muyang was too lazy to move his sword, so he threw out the mysterious gourd hanging on his waist. He has been wearing it for more than a year. In addition to helping him gather spiritual energy, the other biggest use for him is that it is hard enough.

With a snap, the mysterious gourd happened to hit Musashi Miyamoto's face. If he didn't enter, even the demon sword in his hand was swallowed by the mysterious gourd. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

Musashi Miyamoto's mind was a little confused. This... what's going on, who am I, where am I, what am I doing? It's nothing I've been cheated just now, and it doesn't matter if I don't have any birds to do. Now, I've taken away all my things, and it's still so easy and freehand, the other party is like littering.

Is this situation? Not only Musashi Miyamoto was confused, but even Zhang Muyang himself was a little confused. He suddenly became popular just now and wanted to see what kind of guy was to smash people with bricks. Although he didn't have bricks in his hand, there was a mysterious gourd that was harder than bricks. So he didn't think much about it and threw it out. As a result, he gave him a big surprise.

In the blink of an eye, he put away the other party's demon sword and even 'raged' on the other party's face. It was so cool.

"Bageya Road."

Zhang Muyang felt secretly happy, but Musashi Miyamoto was different. He was really anxious now. After all, he was just a remnant soul placed on the knife just now. Although he was very powerful in his cultivation, he was still a wandering soul. Before he found a body suitable for his robbery, it was his place to stay. Now that his nest has been stolen, he can't be in a hurry.

"Chinese, please give me a knife."

Musashi Miyamoto didn't care about any tricks anymore. His left hand turned into a knife and slashed directly over Zhang Muyang. This time, he had all his strength. His left hand turned into a light, which was several meters long. It was like a waterfall pouring down, and it was straight towards Zhang Muyang. This knife exerted all Musashi Miyamoto's understanding of the Japanese Taoist arts, and he also devoted all the knowledge he had learned in the demon sword over the years.

This sword may not be the most powerful sword, but for Musashi Miyamoto, this is the most suitable sword for him. This belongs to his sword. If he had time to use this to enter the Tao, it might be possible to create a world.

pity.

He met Zhang Muyang and met a wardrobe. Zhang Muyang returned from rebirth. In his previous life, he had never seen any kind of sword technique. Although Musashi Miyamoto's move was powerful, it was just awesome.

When Zhang Muyang had a demon sword in his hand as a sharp blade, he was not worthy of him. Now that he had no sword, Zhang Muyang would look at him even more directly. She did not use the fairy sword, but pointed it like a sword and pointed it towards the void. Since you want to stand with the sword, I will satisfy your wish and let you know what despair is and what invincibility is.

Suddenly, a sword shadow appeared out of thin air. Although this sword shadow had no substance, it was better than reality. Zhang Muyang used qi as his sword, condensed with Taoism, and led by spiritual energy. Zhang Muyang's hand trembled slightly and flew towards Musashi Miyamoto.

His sword was not fast and his momentum was not enough, but it was centered and straight, making you unable to avoid it. After seeing this sword, Musashi Miyamoto felt a little cold. It was not that he was not confident enough in himself, but that the other party's sword moves were too exquisite.

Perhaps, the word "Sophistication" cannot be described. He couldn't understand that there was such a sword method in the world. What kind of monster is this young man? In the less than two years of spiritual energy recovery, he practiced to such a state. Not only was his cultivation extremely high, but his soul was perfect, and he had no gaps to drill. Even his body was perfect, and he could be regarded as the existence of the Tao body. More importantly, he also had a lot of spiritual treasures and magic weapons on his body, so he was still playing with a hammer.

Just when Musashi Miyamoto was in a mess, the sword and sword intersected again.

This time the action was far from the scene when the two of them had just fought. It was so earth-shaking, but I thought they were two newbies who practice swords and martial arts.

"Bang!"

As they intersected, Musashi Miyamoto screamed and fell out without any room for resistance.

It was also the moment he fell out that the illusion space he built completely collapsed. The two of them returned to the hall again. Musashi Miyamoto in front of Zhang Muyang became the old monk again. He looked at Zhang Muyang dyingly.

"Is there any last words to die?" Zhang Muyang did not take the opportunity to kill him, but sat beside him and gave himself a cup of immortal drunkenness. It was not that Zhang Muyang was proud and prepared to start showing off, but that he knew that the other party was no longer able to survive. He couldn't help but break up his soul. His most proud persistence was broken by Zhang Muyang, and what's even more terrible was that his demon knife that placed his soul was swallowed by Zhang Muyang's gourd.

Musashi Miyamoto leaned his head and looked at Zhang Muyang and said, "Tell me, are you reborn or not?"

Zhang Muyang nodded and shook his head again.

Musashi Miyamoto said anxiously: "Is it or not? What do you mean?"

Zhang Muyang sighed lightly and said, "You can't even understand what I mean, you're going to die."
Chapter completed!