With just one move, the strength of the Xuanmen Sect Master’s Prison Hall was demonstrated.

It's just one move, and the judgment is made immediately.

Hirayama Ryuta used the top ten famous Japanese swords, and the old Taoist of Xuanmen Sect used a very ordinary wooden sword. Although it looked like a joke, the force that burst out when the old Taoist poured spiritual power on the wooden sword was even more terrifying than the sword, the sword.

And the Hirayama Ryota is not a weak person in Ishi Qingshui Hachiman Palace, but an extremely powerful elder level. He suffered a loss as soon as he came up.

This is just one of them, and there are more than a dozen behind them. Are each of them as powerful as this old Taoist?

The Xuanmen Sect’s Punishment Hall represents the face and final dignity of the Xuanmen Sect. Either you don’t take action, you will definitely not return empty-handed if you don’t take action.

In fact, when these dozen or so old Taoists appeared here, the terrifying aura they showed on their bodies had already made those Japanese practitioners frightened.

Even in Japan's cultivation world, the other party also knew that Xuanmen Sect was the first sect in China. Its profound foundation was not comparable to that of a small place in Japan for more than two thousand years.

Since Xuanmen Sect dares to send people to Japan, they are confident that even if they cannot kill Miyamoto Taro, they will not insult the face of Xuanmen Sect.

This is the Xuanmen Sect, which also represents the face of the entire Chinese cultivation world.

Takata Hirayama took a deep breath, held the Lei Che in his hand tightly, and his eyes stared at the old Taoist in front of him like a falcon.

"Your Excellency has a strong cultivation level. How dare you ask what your name is?" Takata Hirayama slowly approached the old Taoist in the Great Punishment Hall again.

"Are you sure you want to know my Taoist name?" The old Taoist suddenly spoke, his voice actually became a little hoarse.

He practiced in the back mountain of Xuanmen Sect for many years and rarely spoke. This is probably the first sentence he said after he came out of the mountain.

"Is there anything wrong?" asked Hirayama Takata.

"Yes, but if you know my Taoist name, you will die." The old Taoist said arrogantly.

Takata Hirayama suddenly became angry, and murderous intent suddenly became angry. He cursed Baga and ran towards the old Taoist with a knife again.

In his opinion, the old Taoist humiliated him ruthlessly.

However, it is not. The old wise men in the Great Prison Hall generally do not let people know their names.

Even if he is faster than a constable who arrests a criminal, he will not let the prisoner know his name. He is afraid that the other party will not die and will take revenge.

So, you will die if you know the name.

There is no room for maneuver.

In a rage, Rayce in Ryuta Hirayama's hand burst out with powerful force. With a knife, the sword burst, and accompanied by a muffled thunder sound, surging towards the old Taoist.

The old Taoist laughed three times, raised the wooden sword in his hand again, and rushed directly towards Ryutai Hirayama.

The old Taoist is very happy.

Maybe it's because I haven't had a fight for many years.

I still remember when the little Japanese invaded China, I was still very young at that time. Unexpectedly, one day, our Chinese practitioners also stepped into the land of the little Japanese and fought against these little Japanese, just to avenge their fellow disciples who died in Xuanmen Sect.

When I was happy, the old Taoist actually recited a poem loudly.

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been achieved. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Drive a long cart and break through the Helan Mountains. Ambitions are hungry to eat the meat of the barbarians, laugh at the thirst and drink the blood of the Huns. Wait until you turn back, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!"

Pingshan Ryutai attacked with a quick attack, his sword skills were so skillful that he was fatal, but each move was resolved by the old Taoist with a wooden sword.

The two collided together, like two phantoms, hard to part with each other, and the momentum was the same as water and fire. There was only a jingle sound in everyone's ears, like opening an iron shop.

However, the sound did not last long, and in less than a few dozen seconds, the two quickly separated.

Takata Hirayama still kept holding the knife and was still moving.

The old Taoist had already collected the wooden sword and walked towards the direction of Ryutai of Taishan.

"What a fast sword..." Takata Hirayama spit out a few words.

"My name is Chen Luan!" The old Taoist approached Ryutai Hirayama and said a few words.

As soon as these words were finished, Ryuta Hirayama's body fell straight to the ground, and then a pile of blood spread out from under Ryuta Hirayama's body, like a red flower blooming.

The flowers are blooming bigger and bigger.

Obviously, Hirayama Takata lost and died.

The old Taoist did what he said, and before he died, he knew his Taoist name.

The old Taoist who had put away the wooden sword swayed, rose up on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, landing among the group of old Taoists, standing motionless like green pine.

"Who else!" The elder of the Xuanmen Sect's Punishment Hall swept his eyes at the Japanese practitioners.

No one else...

These old men are so fucking unhuman.

The top master of Ishi Qingmizu Hachiman Palace was like this, and he lost his life in less than thirty seconds. Who would dare to come?

"Master Dao!" Ge Tianming laughed loudly and exclaimed sincerely.

"It's just a small way to scare people. With this little strength, Xuanmen Sect dares to come to my big Japan to show off his power?" Taro Miyamoto finally spoke.

He had been observing the battle situation before, and a sneer of indifferent sneer was always on the corner of his mouth.

Although his strength is strong, there is still a gap compared to his demigod.

Those Japanese practitioners who fell in pools of blood seemed to have nothing to do with him, Taro Miyamoto.

Next, when Taro Miyamoto stretched out his hand, the huge Tiancongyun sword suddenly moved. The huge sword body made a loud rumbling sound, and it slowly flew up, left the ground, and rose into the air. At the same time, the huge Tiancongyun sword was also shrinking and flew towards Taro Miyamoto.

When Yin and Yang Face saw that Taro Miyamoto was trying to control the Tiancongyun Sword, he was shocked. This was a magic weapon that Kasugashima was under the box, so how could he let Taro Miyamoto use it?

The power of this magic sword is too great. Once it falls into his hands, how can others survive?

At that moment, Yin and Yang's face were blunt, and they activated the magic trick, and they also wanted to control the Tian Cong Yunjian back. However, they knew that the Tian Cong Yunjian was completely out of control and flew towards Taro Miyamoto.

The two faces were swelling at the same time, but they still couldn't stop the Tiancongyun Sword.

"Ghost Maruko, stop fighting, you can't steal his..." Ge Tianming said.

The Yin-Yang face gave up and continued to work hard. There was a faint golden light lingering around her body.

Taro Miyamoto snorted coldly with disdain. With a wave of his hand, the Tiancong Yunjian fell into his hand, and the Yin-Yang face immediately groaned, and a mouthful of old blood came out.
Chapter completed!