Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Leader, be careful!"

Seeing this, Huo Qingtian, Wei Feilong, Zhao Yuankun and other Chinese powerhouses were all terrified and exclaimed.

"Brother Chu!" Lonely smiled and his face turned pale with shock.

The master said that he had stepped into the half-step divine realm, and before that he had the idea of ​​challenging Miyamoto Genichi to avenge his family.

But seeing the powerful power of Miyamoto Yuanichi at this time, he realized that the gap between himself was too big, and he couldn't help but sweat for Jiang Tian.

"This, can Jiang Taichu bear it?"

It was difficult for Cao Jianjia to breathe, and her clenched fist was tightened again, her nails almost tore through her palm.

Master Red Boat and Li Jinzhu suddenly changed color.

"If we stand in Jiang Taichu's position, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it!"

Even the top powerhouses such as Ye Zhantian and Daoist Qingmu all had solemn faces, terrified hearts, and worried about Jiang Tian.

"Very good! I didn't expect you to control the vitality of the heavens and the earth so easily, as if you could use your fingers, and it can be integrated with the way of swords!"

But Jiang Tian didn't panic about this, but admired leisurely, with excitement shining in his eyes.

Happy to see you!

The old monster Miyamoto Genichi is really strong, even comparable to some monks in the middle stage of Qi training.

In terms of technique, spiritual power, and ability to manipulate the vitality of the world, Genichi Miyamoto is definitely the strongest person he has met since his debut.

Lingnan Wei Shuofeng drove to listen to the atmosphere of Chaoshan ten miles, using a thick earthen jar, a magic weapon of the earth system, and he was so tired that he groaned and spewed blood, which is not as easy and casual as Gongyuan Yuanyi.

Even Wang Chongyan and many masters of Xingzhou are too far away from Miyamoto Yuanyi.

On the way of swordsmanship and martial arts, Genichi Miyamoto is also at the peak level!

In this move, the sword intent, sword momentum, sword energy, and sword light are all harmonious and unified, far surpassing Lin Zhenyu, Wang Chongyan, Qiao Bin and others, it is simply wonderful.

But the next moment, Jiang Tian dismissively smiled and said: "But you are not worthy to be called a sword god at all, and you are not worthy to use a sword in front of me at all!"

Before the words fell, he flicked his fingers.

Clang! With a bang, the little black flying sword spurted out from the storage ring, making a buzzing sound of dragon chant, a burst of cheers and admiration, turned into a black lightning, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, and slashed towards the earth with sword energy.

The Earth Slash continuously absorbs the atmosphere of Mount Fuji's veins, and becomes larger against the wind. At this time, it has turned into a sword light tens of meters long.

As for Jiang Tian's flying sword, it didn't swell, it was just a body shape more than three feet long, whether the black light was an afterimage brought out.

"He has no sword energy..."

Just when everyone thought that Jiang Tian was at a disadvantage this time, a shocking scene happened.

Whoosh!

The little black flying sword pierced through the air, bringing out an ear-piercing sonic boom, and collided with the Earth Slash in the blink of an eye.

The power of the little black flying sword is unimaginable. It was originally a thing of heaven, made of black gold from fairy tears, used by sword immortals, and has been sacrificed by Jiang Tian several times, adding in the treasures of heaven and earth collected from all over the world. Beyond the peak of the year.

Everyone felt that the flash of black light was like a hot knife piercing butter, and it was actually the Shen Ning sword light that cut the earth into two, and then that piece of chaotic and tumbling energy uncontrollably Explosion to open.

Rumble! With a sound, it was like a hundred thousand millstones grinding together, and the ring-shaped crater of Mount Fuji was like being thrown a heavy shell.

Snow, solid ice, and volcanic rock shattered in an instant, shaking violently in a radius of several miles.

The explosion covered an area of ​​hundreds of meters, and the surging and chaotic air waves even submerged the highest peak, Jianfeng. The eight undulating peaks around the crater were all enveloped in it, shaking the mountains for a while.

When the smoke cleared, everyone saw a huge pit with a radius of ten meters and a depth of more than three or four meters, appearing between Jiang Tian and Miyamoto Yuanichi.

"The power of this blow is comparable to several tons of explosives, right?"

Countless people's expressions changed in horror, their eyes shocked.

The power of the collision between Jiang Tian and Miyamoto Yuanichi is still far behind weapons of mass destruction such as intercontinental missiles and nuclear weapons.

But the strength is terrifying enough, enough to turn a huge ship into scrap iron, even surpassing conventional missiles.

"The martial arts of the East are indeed terrifying!"

The professor's face was extremely solemn, and he estimated the lethality of this blow and the countermeasures in his mind.

A master of the divine realm is like a walking super weapon, which can destroy a tall building with a flick of a finger, which is extremely dangerous.

Moreover, if it enters a downtown area, it will be even more terrifying. Hot weapons are not easy to fire, and they are not good at shooting rats.

It seems that the research and development of small-scale precision lethal weapons and individual mechanical exoskeletons should be accelerated. Otherwise, there is no way to restrain the masters of the gods.

thump thump thump!

Miyamoto took several steps back, staring at the little black flying sword floating in front of Jiang Tian in disbelief, and said in shock: "What kind of sword are you that can destroy my Earth Slash? Is it the sword that bloodbathed the Sakura Mansion hundreds of miles away?"

"Flying sword!" A trace of pride flashed across Jiang Tian's face.

"Flying sword? The legendary flying sword!"

Miyamoto Yuan's expression became serious for the first time, and he said in a deep voice, "Could it be that you are the reincarnation of the sword fairy?"

He looked at Jiang Tian carefully, his eyes flickering brightly, and said in a deep voice as if he had realized something:

"Yes, I have been studying your information for the past three days, and the more I study you, the more I feel that you are definitely not what they say you get mysterious ancient treasures or inheritance, or have amazing fate, or get immortals. Enlightenment. There may be a shortcut to power, but not state of mind.”

As if he had seen through Jiang Tian's truth, he said with a firm face: "Since your debut, the courage, heart and pattern you have shown make me feel like I am facing an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years! So, you It must be the reincarnation of the Sword Immortal!"

"The reincarnation of the sword fairy?"

Jiang Tian smiled disdainfully and said, "What is a sword fairy to me? You know, there are nine million sword immortals in the sky, and you have to lower your eyebrows when you see me!"

The magic sound of the dragon chant turned into a rolling sound wave, pushed out horizontally, shocking people's hearts, and everyone who heard it was moved.

"Nine million sword immortals in the sky, you have to lower your eyebrows even when you see me!"

What kind of overwhelming arrogance is this, what kind of arrogance is this, what kind of coercion is this!

It seems that there is no one in the world who can hinder his rise, and it seems that he is the only one in the nine heavens and ten places, overlooking the heroes!

"Then what are you? Could it be that the old devil is the reincarnation of a god?" Miyamoto Genichi also looked shocked.

"Old man, you talk too much nonsense! Let's fight!"

Jiang Tian was too lazy to talk nonsense, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and flicked the sword edge with his right hand. The sound of the sword sounded like a dragon chant, and his movements were as graceful as a Guqin. audience.

"Eat my sword!"

The next moment, Xiao Hei Feijian burst out of the air suddenly, and the sound of the sonic boom rumbled, shaking people's eardrums, like the howling of ghosts, extremely horrific, like the moment a supersonic fighter jet blasted through the sound barrier.

The little black flying sword pulled out a stream of white air turbulence, and shot towards Gen Miyamoto like a cruise missile.

Where the little black flying sword passed, billows of air swept across all directions, the ice shattered, the ground cracked, boulders weighing hundreds of catties flew up, were torn into pieces by the turbulent current, and crushed into fine powder.

"Pro!"

Miyamoto Yuan's face became extremely solemn, his left hand was as steady as a mountain holding the demon sword across his chest, and his right hand pulled out more than a dozen talismans from his waist, and punched them out without asking for money.

These talismans are not ordinary things like yellow paper and cinnabar, but are carved with chalcedony, or the fur of ancient monsters, snake scales, turtle shells, and blood, with an aura of timelessness .

Every time a talisman is cast out, an invisible barrier appears in the sky, like rippling water, it looks really beautiful.

But in fact, these talismans have condensed the power of heaven and earth, even if a cannonball hits them, they can't damage them in the slightest.

"Ancient Wudang, one breath and three cleansing talismans!"

"Maoshan School, the Five Elements Talisman!"

"Longhushan, the Lightning Repelling Talisman!"

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"The He Mao family, carry the mountain shell shield!"

"Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, a purple gold bowl for body protection!"

In an instant, Miyamoto produced more than a dozen magic tools and talismans, some of which came from the Eastern Onmyoji family, and more of them were the treasures of the Chinese magic world.

Seeing this, many Chinese powerhouses turned red in their eyes, filled their chests with grief and indignation, and sighed regretfully.

Most of these magic tools and talismans come from the magic world of Huaxia, and they are all the treasures of the town schools of various sects, from the hands of the sages. Very powerful.

It can be said that any one that pops up can stun a lot of people and make people jealous.

Moreover, the production methods of many magic tools and talismans have been lost, and they can be called excellent magic tools, and one less one is used.

Even Xu Mozhai, even an expert like Longhushan Tianshizong, would not be willing to use it until the moment of life and death.

But at this time, in order to resist Jiang Tian's sword, Gong Benyuan used it in an instant, and he simply didn't regard the magic weapon talisman as a treasure.

"Damn it, during World War II, Miyamoto Yuanichi led the Sakura Society to ravage China. They swept away so many sects and broke down so many mountain gates. He even robbed us of so many things in China!" A strong Chinese man vomited blood in anger.

"This is from our Maoshan sect!"

Some disciples of Maoshan Sect thought of the bloody feud and became furious:

"Back then, the Japanese soldiers set up more than a dozen cannons to bombard our Maoshan sect, and the old gods died in the artillery fire, and then Genichi Miyamoto led the people from the Sakura Society to search and confiscate all the magical artifacts! "

Among the crowd, Yang Guochang, who had a relationship with Jiang Tian because of catching ghosts in Qianlong Mountain Villa, shouted angrily: "Master Jiang, chop him into pieces and avenge our Maoshan clan ancestors!"

"Is this a magic weapon? Many of them are magic tools collected from China!"

Many other Chinese powerhouses were also filled with righteous indignation, and their faces were ugly.

Which family and sect hadn't been killed by the Cherry Blossom Society, and which one hadn't been humiliated and had a deep hatred with them?

"It's hard!"

Ye Zhantian's complexion was complicated, and his tone was very dignified: "Back then, the Sakura Society, like the Eastern Army, adhered to the style of fighting to support war. From the beginning of the Eight-Power Allied Forces' invasion of China to the end of the War of Resistance, they searched everywhere in China for half a century. The ground is three feet away, and many sects, families, and aristocratic families' exercises, talismans, magic tools, and cultivation resources have been looted by them! He should still have a lot of magic weapons—"