Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Jiang Tian, ​​be careful!" Chen Jiafu was so shocked that his legs went weak and his face turned red with anxiety.

"It's over! It's over! Jiang Tian is over!"

And Yuan Ning even covered her eyes, not daring to look at the miserable scene that followed, so she missed an extremely exciting scene.

Jiang Tian raised his right arm flatly with a calm and indifferent expression, his fingers bluffing.

"Wanjin Zongwu!"

Control all metal elements!

Many people only felt an overwhelming suction force suddenly attack, as if an invisible sumo wrestler grabbed the pistol and long knife and suddenly pulled him over. The pistol and long knife took off their hands and flew towards Jiang Tian.

Some people were unwilling to let go, and were dragged by the force so much that their feet were lifted off the ground.

Casually, Jiang Tianxin waved his hand, and many pistols and long knives were fired back like a violent wind.

Jiang Tian drives the metal element, which is the power of heaven, innate power, how terrifying the power is!

The pistols and long knives suddenly turned into the most violent cannonballs, hitting many members of the Yamaguchi group.

Bang bang!

Whoosh!

Poof!

Many Yamaguchi-gumi members were even more miserable this time. Some had their chests collapsed and a big hole was opened that was heartbreaking. Some had their heads exploded like rotten watermelons, and some had their hands and feet cut off with long knives...

This time, more than forty Yamaguchi-gumi members died again.

These team members usually practice karate and kendo. They usually show off their power in Japan and South Korea. Each of them can fight seven or eight people, but in front of Jiang Tian, ​​they are as vulnerable as chickens and dogs.

"This? Is he a demon?"

Everyone stood there stunned, forgetting to attack or even escape.

The noise in the whole place seemed to be absorbed by an invisible sponge, leaving only a still picture.

"Master is so powerful, he is like a god..."

In the distance, Li Jinzhu's eyes were filled with intoxication, and he wished he could crawl at Jiang Tian's feet and worship him.

"Oh, Master Jiang is so amazing. This time he will definitely be able to turn the tide and save Tangun's lineage!"

Li Jianxi's body shook slightly, and his clenched fists tightened again.

In his eyes, admiration, shock, ecstasy, excitement, anticipation...many complex emotions flashed through his eyes.

"It turns out that there are such powerful people in this world!"

Yuan Ning exposed a slit on her finger and saw this shocking scene. She was dizzy for a moment.

What she saw today was truly the most incredible thing she had seen in more than thirty years, and it completely overturned her worldview.

"What do you rely on to steal money..."

"Rely on your fists!"

Just half an hour ago.

Chen Jiafu still thought Jiang Tian's words were nonsense, but now Chen Jiafu discovered that Jiang Tian's words were not exaggerated at all.

With such strength, like a god, wouldn't it be possible to get billions of wealth at your fingertips?

"You guys, get back! I'm here to kill this beast!"

A loud shout came, and a figure, holding a samurai sword, jumped out of the cave on the cliff, and like a big bird, rushed towards the main hall where Jiang Tian was.

Many members of the Yamaguchi group looked back, showing expressions of admiration and ecstasy, and exclaimed.

"Mr. Miyamoto!"

"Mr. Miyamoto takes action!"

"Okay now, this person must be no match!"

They instantly became more confident and retreated, leaving the battlefield to this famous kendo master in the East.

In the East, there are many schools of swordsmanship, and they are known as the ten major swordsmanship schools.

The Beichen Itto-ryu that Jiang Tian encountered was the most widespread and had the largest number of disciples, while the Niten-yi-shu that Miyamoto Takeru belonged to was the most powerful kendo sect in the East.

This style of swordsmanship is difficult to practice, but once mastered, its lethality is astonishing.

Although there are not many disciples, everyone is talented and powerful.

Miyamoto Taketaku is in his forties, but he is already a master of swordsmanship.

He ranks among the top ten in the world of Japanese swordsmanship, and is many times more powerful than Chiba Masao, Chiba Masao and others whom Jiang Tian had killed before.

Miyamoto Takeru jumped high and low on the top of the overlapping palaces, like an eagle, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the bottom of the main hall where Jiang Tian was, and stood on top of a bronze tripod. .

This bronze tripod is a centuries-old antique. It is made of bronze and is extremely thick. It is used by Tangun's lineage and believers to pray for blessings. It is like a large water tank, weighing three thousand kilograms.

"Who is this person who dares to kill our members of the Toyo Yamaguchi Group?"

He was wearing a black and blue kendo uniform, with wooden clogs on his feet, and two samurai swords, one long and one short, slung around his waist.

His sword-shaped eyebrows are slanted, his nose is aquiline, and his eyes are shining, giving people a sinister and powerful feeling.

With his straight waist, he was like a sharp sword unsheathed, with murderous aura surrounding him.

"You have no right to know my name!"

Jiang Tian sneered coldly and said with a disdainful smile: "I kill Japanese devils like I kill chickens and dogs!"

"Bold maniac!"

Miyamoto Takeru was furious and his feet shook.

The bronze tripod, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, rose into the air and shot toward Jiang Tian like a cannon.

"I'll wipe it!"

"Your sister, several thousand kilograms of copper tripod..."

Immediately, Chen Jiafu and Yuan Ning started swearing together. They were so shocked that their eyes widened.

Having just seen Jiang Tian's power, they already knew that Jiang Tian was definitely no ordinary person.

And the Oriental swordsman in front of him was obviously not an ordinary person, and he was in the same category as Jiang Tian.

They were worried again.

This person should be someone who has the strength to compete with Jiang Tian, ​​and may even kill Jiang Tian.

"Oh My God!"

"Mr. Taketaku Miyamoto is said to have reached the level of a swordsman master, comparable to the martial arts masters of China!"

Many kendo masters, ninjas, and the ruthless members of the Yamaguchi-gumi looked at Miyamoto Takeru with admiration. His strength was far beyond everyone's imagination. He was too powerful.

The bronze tripod rose into the sky like a cannonball with a sharp whistling sound, and then hit like a large meteorite.

"Haha, just this little strength! Today, I will let you see the power of the powerful Chinese!"

Jiang Tian smiled lightly and struck the air with his finger.

laugh!

A sharp finger shot out, and with a bang, the bronze cauldron shattered like paper.

Like a grenade exploding, countless bronze fragments flew in all directions like shrapnel, cutting through the wind and snow.

More than a dozen Japanese people who were watching the battle were suddenly struck. Their bodies were pierced by fragments, and they fell to the ground like bloody gourds.

"Awesome!"

Chen Jiafu's eyes were shocked and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Jiang Tian with eyes as if a believer had seen a god, admiring him endlessly.

"Awesome!"

This time, Yuan Ning's views were surprisingly consistent with Chen Jiafu's.

"Jinzhu, you made the right choice this time. Our Tangun lineage can be saved!"

Li Jianxi's face was filled with relief.

"He is a god-like man!" Li Jinzhu's eyes were full of admiration, and his plump chest was rising and falling violently.

Seeing this, a gleam flashed through Miyamoto Takeru's sinister eyes, his aquiline nose wrinkled, and he said in shock: "This is the release of China's true energy. Are you a martial arts master?"

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, commit suicide and apologize!"

Jiang Tian's eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking down at ants.

"Hmph! We, the Japanese, uphold the spirit of Bushido, are not afraid of death, and are never afraid of fighting. How can we be like you Chinese people?"

Miyamoto Takeru snorted proudly, kicked off the ground with his feet, and with a body as strong as a dragon, he climbed up step by step, floating directly to more than twenty meters above Jiang Tian, ​​and then slashed him down with a sword.

"Wanren Net!"

As the sword slashed down, there was a suffocation in the world. Extremely sharp sword lights were connected to each other and formed a network, covering a space of twenty meters in radius, and slashed towards Jiang Tian.

"Net of Ten Thousand Blades!"

"Too strong!"

"One blade can cut through gold and iron, let alone ten thousand blades. Even if this kid is made of iron, he will turn into flesh!"

A group of people exclaimed again and again, their eyes shocked. He admired Takeo Miyamoto to the extreme and thought Jiang Tian was dead this time.

It can be said that among the many masters guarding Tangun's lineage.

Apart from Ampere Aozora, few people can compare to Takeru Miyamoto when it comes to combat prowess.

"Little tricks! Do you only have these rubbish methods in Eastern martial arts?"

Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully.

Miyamoto Takeru was so angry that he wanted to jump and curse, but the next moment he couldn't curse, and his face was full of shock.

Jiang Tianxin grabbed hold of the Ten Thousand Blades Net with his bare hands, pulling and flicking it like a rag.

Wow! With a sound, all the edges of the blades shattered and turned into a ball of random aura, exploding one after another.

"This, this, how is this possible!"

Miyamoto Takeru seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes widened, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Each blade of his Ten Thousand Blades Web is extremely sharp and can split open a car.

And with such a large body, this kid can actually tear apart with his bare hands. Is this still a human being?

"If you only have these means, then don't waste any more time, it's over!"

Jiang Tian stepped lightly with his feet, floated into the air, put his hands behind his back, and approached Miyamoto Takeru.

"This man is a devil. Don't talk about moral principles. Let's go together!" Miyamoto Butaku shouted and took the lead in attacking Jiang Tian.

"He is a monster, let's slay the monster together!"

Many masters of Japanese swordsmanship and ninjutsu, leaping high and low, each showing off their secret skills, all attacked Jiang Tian.

"Nine Kills by Ghost Shadow!"

An intermediate ninja, Takeda Nagao, his face is covered by a mask, and his aura is as dark as a dormant poisonous snake.

He made finger gestures with both hands and changed continuously. His body shape split into nine figures, with different postures and different moves, and they attacked Jiang Tian from all directions.

boom!

Jiang Tian didn't dodge at all, and directly punched one of the figures in the chest.

"How did you discover my true identity?"

Takeda spit out blood, flew backwards, fell to the ground sadly, and looked at Jiang Tian in disbelief.

boom!

Jiang Tian didn't pay attention at all, and stepped down from the sky with a kick, crushing his chest into pulp, and then rose into the air again.

Poor Takeda Nagao died with his eyes closed.

Even in the end, it was not clear how Jiang Tian could distinguish his true identity from his clone.

Next, Jiang Tian began to take the initiative to attack, attacking one after another, like a peerless knight who kills people thousands of miles away without leaving a trace, harvesting the lives of many ninjas and kendo masters wantonly.