Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

Many oriental powerhouses were also affected. Once even a single drop of the black air wave was contaminated, a deep hole would be corroded and burned on the body.

Moreover, the big hole continued to spread, and the flesh and blood turned into pus and blood. In a blink of an eye, they stopped struggling and turned into bones.

In an instant, more than a dozen people fell to the ground.

Moreover, the air waves swept across, pushing in all directions, even a helicopter weighing several tons in the distance slid several meters away, and even broke many formation stones of the soul formation.

After the formation that stimulated the fighting spirit faded away, the blood in the eyes of many remaining oriental powerhouses faded, their spirits returned to their original positions, and their consciousness became clear.

When they saw the bones and blood everywhere, they all screamed and backed away, scared to death.

The scene was a mess.

Flesh and blood were everywhere, corpses were stacked horizontally, and the bloody, cruel and chilling atmosphere made everyone present tremble with fear.

"This! He is so powerful!"

Ishii Yulian's face was as white as paper, her delicate body was trembling, her heart was terrified, and her flesh was extremely painful.

What was horrifying was that Jiang Tian's cultivation base was really against the sky.

Binding dragon rope and five poison burning heart tea can't clamp him down, and his cultivation level hasn't been lowered at all. No sword master, weird ninja, or onmyoji is a match for him.

The heartache is that in this battle, the Hejialiu Ninja and the Kendo Ertian First Class suffered heavy losses, but it was the Yamaguchi-gumi who suffered the heaviest losses.

Dozens of top players have fallen, which can be called the most serious setback since the establishment of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

It can be said that after this battle, the elites of the Toyo Yamaguchi-gumi were all lost, and I am afraid that they can only be ranked as a third-rate gang.

Compared with organizations such as the Italian mafia, the big circle, and the Mexican church, there is a gap, and it cannot be compared.

"Hmph, the number one martial arts master in China, and the third strongest person in the dark list, is really not bad!"

"Alright, I will use Ertian's first-class swordsmanship to learn your brilliant moves and see who is stronger!"

At this time, Miyamoto Changyuan's eyes were shining brightly, and he walked squarely, without hurry or slow, approaching Jiang Tian step by step, and said in a murderous voice.

"Master Miyamoto, it's finally time to make a move!"

"Master Miyamoto, please kill this beast!"

All the people present all exclaimed and bowed down one after another, their faces full of excitement and shock, as if worshiping a god.

Even Ishii Miren and Hattori Hanzo were excited and expectant, unable to keep calm.

Miyamoto Nagaki, Ertian first-class current master, the realm of the master of swordsmanship.

Ertian Yiliu is a very powerful school in Dongyang. It is good at attacking and attacking, even surpassing Beichen Yidaoliu.

And as the master of the current world, there is also a master of swordsmanship, Fan Zhixiu. In the oriental swordsmanship world, his status is second only to the swordsman of the oriental sword.

If the Chinese martial arts world is compared with it, the patriarchs of martial arts families like Hong Tianzhao, Wei Shuofeng, and Mo Haoxiong who walk in the secular world are slightly inferior. May go hand in hand with it.

Miyamoto Nagaki walked very steadily, walking into the arena step by step, his figure was as majestic as a mountain, and he was so calm that no one seemed to be able to shake him.

But his eyes burst out with murderous intent, which made him show his sharpness like a peerless sword drawn out of its sheath.

"He is Miyamoto Changyuan? This person is a master! I am afraid that he can keep pace with some elite disciples in some sects in China!"

Seeing this, Qin Zongheng's face changed wildly.

Even if Miyamoto Nagagaki hadn't made a move yet, he and many strong men in the Shenying group felt a monstrous coercion.

Their bones creaked, as if their chests were about to be crushed in the next moment, and they couldn't help but retreat more than ten meters away.

"What kind of shit is second-rate, it's just rubbish. I'll let you know that you little devils from the East are not worthy of swords at all!"

But Jiang Tian still had a calm expression on his face, as if looking at a three-year-old kid who dared to provoke a strong man, his eyes were full of disdain.

"Jiang Taichu, you are too crazy! You never know the power of the Eastern Swordsmanship!"

Hearing this, Nagagaki Miyamoto was furious and tapped his right foot.

Bang, the huge deck shook violently, leaving a deep footprint.

His figure is as vigorous as a dragon, climbing to a height of more than ten meters, and then, like flowing clouds and flowing water, he drew out his samurai sword and slashed down.

"Two days are first class, the moon sets, the crows crow and the sky is full of frost!"

This sword cuts out.

A bright moon composed of sword energy suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, like a huge silver plate, bleak and cold, and the silver light sprinkled the world.

There are many visions, giving people a feeling of a bright moon in the sea.

Every ray of brilliance seems to be peaceful and not tepid.

But they all contain extremely murderous intentions, which can pierce the body of a transformation master, penetrate steel plates, and easily crush a tank.

The moon-shaped sword qi spun and split towards Jiang Tian.

Wherever it passed, air waves rolled, and a sword mark more than one meter wide appeared silently on the deck, which was shocking.

"You guys, like South Korean Bangchui, like to copy Chinese martial arts. I didn't expect that even sword moves would use words and phrases from Chinese Tang poems!"

Jiang Tian's face was full of disdain, and the little black flying sword floating in front of his chest screamed and praised, buzzed continuously, and then broke out through the air.

The speed of Xiao Hei Feijian is unimaginably fast, surpassing the limit that human eyes can recognize.

With a shrill and ear-piercing sword howl, with a chirping sound, it easily pierced through the full moon with sword energy.

Boom! With a sound, the moon-shaped sword energy exploded, like a grenade exploding, cracking the deck miserably, leaving behind terrible holes.

Several strong oriental warriors nearby were pierced by fragments, bleeding profusely, and died.

"What?"

Miyamoto Changyuan, who had just landed, was shocked. He didn't expect Jiang Tian to break his "Luoyue Style" sword so easily.

But the next moment, a black lightning bolt appeared in his pupils, and it suddenly became bigger——the little black flying sword continued to strike at him without losing momentum.

"Block me!"

Nagagaki Miyamoto shouted violently, chopping and sweeping the samurai sword "Oshemaru" with his right hand, and swiped wildly. At the same time, he repeatedly scratched with his left hand, and pulled seven or eight wind blades to block his chest, trying to block Jiang Tian's sword .

However, how could Jiang Tian's flying sword be blocked so easily?

boom!

With a loud bang, the Orochimaru and all eight wind blades from the master of the oriental craft refining shattered in an instant.

Nagagaki Miyamoto flew more than ten meters away like a scarecrow, hit the cabin, and hung for ten seconds before rolling down in embarrassment.

"This...isn't even Miyamoto Nagaki an opponent?"

Ishii Miren's face was full of shock, she couldn't believe it, her scalp was numb, and her plump chest heaved violently.

Even Hattori Hanzo was slightly moved, his whole body tensed up.

He decided to make a move. I'm afraid Miyamoto Changyuan alone is no match for this Huaxia kid.

Ertian's first-class sword masters are all surrounded.

This is Ertian's first-class master of the current world, Kendo Master Fan!

His sword moves, sword power, sword intent, and sword energy are all at the highest level, one sword can destroy the world, and one sword can overlook the common people, but his most powerful move was broken by this Huaxia boy with a single sword .

It took them a full minute to remember to help Miyamoto Nagaki, but Miyamoto Nagaki threw him off.

Angry!

Miyamoto Nagaki was really angry!

In fact, among the four major shrines under the Sakura Club, Nonomiya Shrine is the one with the most activities in China.

In fact, Miyamoto Nagaki has repeatedly robbed China's cultivation resources, assassinated politicians and rich people, whether it is a martial arts master or a real person with magic skills, he has killed enough people with two hands. When did he suffer such a big loss?

But at this time, his wooden clogs flew to nowhere, his feet were bare, his white kendo uniform was dirty, and his long hair tied into a ponytail was disheveled, looking in a mess.

He is like a beggar on the street, how can he have the demeanor of Fan, the top five kendo masters in the East?

"Bageya Road!"

Miyamoto Nagaki got up, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, his eyes wished he could swallow Jiang Tiansheng alive.

"You are very good. You can actually block my little black sword. As of now, you are the only one besides Wang Chongyan!"

Jiang Tian was praising, but his tone could piss people off.

It seems that Miyamoto Changyuan should be killed by Jiang Tian's sword. It's a surprise that he can resist.

"You are too arrogant, do you think you Huaxia Martial Arts will be my supreme opponent of the Eastern Sword Dao Ertian?"

Miyamoto Nagagaki shouted like a thunderbolt, and then grasped the air with both hands, a strong blood aura emanating from his body, condensing into a huge ten-meter-long red sword light between his fingers and palms.

"The teacher is going to use his lifelong skills!"

Seeing this, all the disciples of Miyamoto Changyuan exclaimed in unison.

"A lifetime of extreme knowledge?" Beside him, there was an oriental master who was puzzled.

"Two days first-class, profound truth, sacrifice one's life!"

The disciples of Miyamoto Changgaki's face was shocked, and they said every word.

"Well, Miyamoto used his life's blood to condense the saber energy, which instantly increased his combat power by ten times, reaching the attack power of a real half-step god, but this is a way of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-defeating by eight hundred. His physique and even his longevity will also be severely damaged!"

Hattori Hanzo's face was extremely serious.

It can be said that old friend Miyamoto Changyuan also tried his best to kill Jiang Taichu.

The blood-colored wind blade stretches across the sky, becoming more and more dignified and pure!

And Miyamoto Nagaki's face instantly became pale as paper, and his body trembled violently!

"The blade of sacrifice, cut it for me!"

He took a deep breath, exhaled loudly, let out a roar like thunder, and held a bloody knife light, and suddenly slashed down with the knife.

The bright blade light crushed the void and cut through the air, like a bloody lightning that struck from the sky.

This bloody blade, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, seems to be able to flatten even a mountain peak by this blade.

This sacrificial blade was extremely sharp, and it condensed his whole life's cultivation.

Miyamoto Nagaki is confident that a tank is here, and he can split it in two. No matter how strong Jiang Tian is, he is just a body of flesh and blood, so how can he resist it?

"It's over, Jiang Taichu is in danger!"

"This knife is extremely strong and powerful, and it is indomitable. Even if Ye Zhantian is here, I am afraid he will be tired of dealing with it!"

"Perhaps those hidden old monsters in Diancang and Wudang sects can still resist one or two!"

Many of the Condor Group were sweating for Jiang Tian, ​​and even Qin Zongheng's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.