More than a decade ago, Chen Beixuan, the "King of Arrogance," swept across Japan, facing off against the Japanese swordsman Hiroichi Takemiya atop the Tokyo Tower.
That battle shocked the world.
In the end, Chen Beixuan killed it with his sword, cutting the Tokyo Tower in half along with it.
This has caused the Japanese martial arts community to lose face globally.
"Takemiya Hiroichi, weren't you killed by Chen Beixuan? How did you come back to life?"
You Lengchan was extremely shocked, his eyes filled with solemnity and apprehension.
This is an absolute master; no wonder he could hold off hundreds of steel warships all by himself.
opposite.
Takemiya Hiroshi stood with one foot on the waves, his arms crossed over his chest, his wide kimono fluttering in the sea breeze.
He looked ethereal, as if he didn't belong to this world. He sighed softly and said...
"Life is a short journey, and death is the beginning of rebirth."
It turns out that after Takemiya Hiroichi was killed by Chen Beixuan, his soul did not dissipate. He escaped using a secret method, and a certain deity in Takamagahara used millennium-old immortal tears of tungsten steel to reshape his body, allowing him to be reborn.
After more than a decade of arduous training in Takamagahara, Takemiya Hiroichi greatly increased his cultivation level and prepared to descend to seek revenge against the King of the Beast and wipe away his shame.
But when he learned that Chen Beixuan had ascended to immortality, he felt a deep sense of loss.
During this period, he traveled all over the world to explore the ancient martial arts world, challenging many reclusive masters, but he could hardly find a worthy opponent and was invincible.
At this moment, Takemiya Hiroichi felt a sense of loneliness and melancholy, as if he were an invincible master.
Upon learning that a new god named Ye Tianshen had risen in the Great Xia Dynasty, who was in no way inferior to the former King of Pretenders, he crossed the sea to the east to challenge Ye Feng.
He also wanted to avenge the many Japanese warriors who had died.
"Hey, old man, I see your cultivation is quite good. How about I give you a chance to become my follower?"
"To become an immortal or a Buddha, one's journey in the mortal world will not have been in vain."
The old weasel stood with his hands behind his back on a small speedboat, his white beard fluttering in the sea breeze, looking like a hermit.
This old guy wants to be a believer to everyone he meets.
"court death!"
Wu Gonghong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, which transformed into an invisible sword aura and slashed fiercely at the old weasel...
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