Feng Tian's punch came from above, so Miyamoto Saburo's face was facing down and he crashed into the road.
The huge impact created a huge pit on the concrete road. Then, spiderweb-like cracks appeared around the pit.
"Feng Tian, are you okay?" Xia Ling quickly grabbed Feng Tian's palm and looked at it carefully.
She had seen Feng Tian use his fist to hit the Japanese's knife with her own eyes.
"You don't even have a Dao mark. Are your fists made of iron?”Xia Ling complained after observing the fist.
Feng Tian smiled and did not think much of it. However, before he could finish laughing, Feng Tian quickly pulled Xia Ling behind him with one hand and hit the air with the other.
"Boom…" boom rang out
Then, a wave of air rushed out from Feng Tian's fist, blowing the green trees on both sides of the road violently, and the leaves flew everywhere.
At this moment, Xia Ling looked into the air with a dazed expression, but she did not see anything at all. However, she could feel that there was something faintly there.
Seeing that Xia Ling did not feel anything, Feng Tian understood that she could not fully summon the guardian spirit, so she could not use her spiritual power. In the real world, it was difficult to see a spirit body without spiritual power.
Therefore, Feng Tian directly used his hand to transmit some spiritual power into Xia Ling's body.
From time to time, Xia Ling's eyes would widen, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Because at this moment, a mysterious man who was nearly four meters tall and wearing black samurai armor appeared in front of them. His face was covered and he held two samurai swords in his hands.
At this moment, Miyamoto Saburo also got up because of the gap in the attack and stood behind the Japanese samurai figure.
His face was already swollen like a pig's head, and there was a pitch-black shoe print on it. He muttered,"Kid, you've completely angered me. I swear I'm not human if I don't kill you today.”
"Yes, sir! The black-armored warrior lay in front of his chest with two swords in both hands and rushed towards Feng Tian.
"Brat, I didn't expect you to be so strong. However, the information shows that your guardian spirit is a black shadow fighter. So what if you're strong? Without a guardian spirit, let's see how you can fight me!”
At this moment, Takeshi Saburo was hiding in the distance and looking at Feng Tian with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to swallow Feng Tian alive!
"Feng Tian, you have to be careful. Miyamoto Musashi is a very famous sword master in Japan!”Xia Ling said anxiously.
Feng Tian nodded. How could he not know the name of Miyamoto Musashi? Many games used his name as a character. In history, he was known as the number one sword saint in the world by the Japanese. He was the ancestor of the Niten Ichi-ryū and the Yuan Ming-ryū. He also created a famous masterpiece, the Five Revolutions Book. He was good at using the Nito Ryu. There was a Tachi, a short sword, and Izumi Shouteng.
However, so what if he was a Japanese sword master? Feng Tian did not have any intention of retreating. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was high.
" Dian Qing," Feng Tian's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he said directly.
"I'm here!" Dian Qing's five-meter-tall, muscular body stepped out of the golden light and stood behind Feng Tian.
When Dian Qing saw Takeshi Musashi charging at him, he immediately swung the two Tiangang sabers in his hands at Takeshi Musashi.
It only took a moment for a powerful spirit holder to summon a guardian spirit, so when Takeshi Musashi saw Dian Qing suddenly rush out, he naturally raised his sword in response.
"Clang…" The sound of metal being exchanged rang out.
When Takeshi Musashi came into contact with the huge force of Dian Qing's knife, he was directly shaken back a few steps, knocking into several street lamps and green trees.
Feng Tian looked at Takeshi Musashi with a smile on his face, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
In his opinion, how could the sword saints from Japan compare to the sword saints in our history?
The Japanese's battles were usually only fought by a thousand or a hundred people. It could not even be called a war. It was just a group fight. What kind of powerful person could be trained from this?
However, since the Japanese called him a Sword Saint, it would depend on whether he could hurt Dian Qing. If he couldn't even hurt Dian Qing, then this so-called Sword Saint was just a big cat without teeth!
At this moment, no one was more surprised than Miyamoto Saburo. Just as his guardian spirit was about to succeed, he did not expect another guardian spirit to appear. Moreover, looking at the attack of that guardian spirit, it was actually able to beat Miyamoto Musashi back.
The Guardian Spirit was still summoned from Feng Tian's body. This huge reversal made his previous smugness turn into anger again.
He kept growling,"That Helkamp's deputy is really a piece of trash. He can't even find out what happened. I must kill him when I get back!"
After being sent flying by that attack, Takeshi Musashi knew that he was no match for him, so he took advantage of his speed to attack Dian Qing's vital points.
The Japanese samurai's attack style was especially particular about killing with one move, so Miyamoto Musashi did not attack again. He only held his two samurai swords tightly with both hands, and his eyes under the helmet were fixed on Dian Qing, revealing a fierce light.
It was ready to strike, and it was a fatal blow!
Dian Qing had experienced countless battles and opponents. Looking at his posture, he knew that Takeshi Musashi was looking for a loophole in his attack and wanted to kill him in one blow.
However, what kind of person was Dian Qing? He was a man of steel and was not afraid of others finding his weakness.
" Haha, since you're not going to attack, I'll kill you first." Dian Qing laughed loudly and charged at Miyamoto Musashi with two Tiangang Swords in his hands.
"Your flaw is too obvious!" At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were extremely fierce.
The two sabers in his hands and his figure turned into an afterimage.
"Tornado of Wind, Wind Slash!"
"Xiu!" His figure flashed past.
Time seemed to have stopped
However, at that moment, Takeshi Musashi used his fastest speed and slashed his knife at Dian Qing's throat.
Then, he stood behind Dian Qing and spoke calmly from behind his mask.
"Your strength is very strong, but unfortunately,"
Seeing Takeshi Musashi's figure flash past and stand behind Dian Qing, especially after hearing the extremely arrogant words, Xia Ling was now watching the scene of the swordsman killing people in one move in the movie. She suddenly felt afraid.
"Did something happen to Dian Qing?" Xia Ling glared at Feng Tian.
This was because she knew that although the guardian spirit could recover with spiritual energy, if it was instantly killed or if its injuries were too serious, it would still disappear.
However, Feng Tian only looked at Dian Qing on the field, and his expression did not change!
...
At this moment, a rough voice sounded in the originally calm arena.
"What are you talking about?"
Dian Qing turned his head and said to Takeshi Musashi.
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