Tang Tang was injured again.
It's not a physical injury, but a mental injury.
After encountering strong people one after another, she lost confidence in herself.
Today, she is training like crazy.
"Sister Tang Tang, what's wrong with you? If you have something wrong, just tell me. Maybe I can help you. Why are you still training in the middle of the night? If the master finds out, he will definitely scold you."
Junior Sister Yilin stood aside, trying to comfort them.
Tang Tang said angrily, "How can I not practice? I can't beat you now, and I can't beat that sword master from Country R. And there's a woman who came during the day, and I can't beat her even more. I can't beat anyone now. I'm very weak, you know?"
"Are you angry about this?"
Junior Sister Yilin stuck out her tongue and said, "What's there to be upset about? Master said there's always someone better than you. No one can be invincible. It's perfectly normal. Stop sulking. Let's go. You've scared them all."
On the other side, a group of security guards watched them from a distance and were also very scared.
They all have psychological trauma now, fearing that Tang Tang will take the opportunity to cause trouble for them.
Suddenly, Junior Sister Yi Lin looked up at the night sky.
A flash of cold light broke through the air, bringing with it a whistling sound.
Everyone heard the sound of breaking air and couldn't help but look up at the night sky.
A small sword broke through the air, bringing with it a cold light, and with a whoosh, it rushed towards one of them.
Before the man could react, his throat was pierced. The small sword passed through his body, turned in the air, broke through the air again, and finally disappeared into the night sky.
Everyone was so scared that they broke out in cold sweats.
The security guard who was injured by the dagger fell straight to the ground and was dead, but a note was found on his neck.
Junior Sister Yi Lin and Tang Tang also swallowed their saliva vigorously, hurried over, opened the note and couldn't help frowning.
"I'm going to the master!"
Junior Sister Yilin said.
"No."
Wanru suddenly came over from behind the crowd, took the note and looked at it, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, and said: "You all go and rest, I'll go and take a look."
After saying that, she twisted her body and flew over the wall, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
A group of people looked at each other.
There is a full moon in the sky tonight.
There are two isolated peaks on the back of Wangwang Mountain, about 100 meters high and about 1,000 meters apart.
From a distance, they look like two camel humps.
Miyamoto Jiro, dressed in a linen robe, stood on the top of one of the peaks. He had a long sword on his back and stood in the air, exuding the demeanor of a strong man.
Another peak seemed to be standing there, looking at Miyamoto Jiro opposite with narrowed eyes.
"Are you from Country R?"
It's like asking.
"Miyamoto Juichiro."
"So you are the other Sword Master from Country R?"
It's like he sneered, "You have so much cultivation, but you attack ordinary people. It's really shameful."
Miyamoto Juichiro didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "Did you defeat the Yagyu Swordsman?"
Wanru nodded: "That's right."
"You're so young, yet you've already achieved this level of cultivation. That's not bad, but do you think that just because you defeated that loser, Yagyu Kenkuang, you can remain so calm in front of me?"
Wan Ru said coldly: "I don't think you are much better than him, so you can remain calm."
"Are all you Chinese people so arrogant and conceited?"
"You talk a lot of nonsense. In this respect, you are not as good as Yagyu Kenmang, and your character cultivation is far inferior to his."
"You sharp-tongued fellow, I will kill you first today, and then I will kill Chen Mengyao and Tang Xiaobao, humph!"
"I'm right here. Come and kill me if you can."
"Okay, let me see what you can do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword behind Miyamoto Jiro was automatically unsheathed. He held the sword in one hand, tapped the ground with his foot, and his body broke through the air.
She was naturally fearless and accepted all the strong opponents. With a dagger in her hand, she also broke through the air.
A distance of a thousand feet was naturally not far for masters like them. The two swords swung together in mid-air.
Then, the two men used sword moves frequently, fighting from the sky all the way to the canyon below.
One is the Oriental Sword Saint, who has been obsessed with swordsmanship for decades; the other is the number one master of the Divine Sword Sect in the ancient martial arts world, and his cultivation of Taoism is also extremely profound.
The two men fought fiercely, and exquisite sword moves appeared frequently.
It has to be said that Miyamoto Jiro's swordsmanship is very exquisite, and his combat awareness is also very strong.
But it seems not bad.
Her combat experience is not as good as Miyamoto Jiro's, but her swordsmanship has reached an extremely high level. She is no longer bound by moves, and her moves are completely generated by her heart, simplifying the complex.
He did what he wanted, countered every move and didn't fall into a disadvantage.
The two exchanged hundreds of moves in a blink of an eye, but the fight was difficult to determine the winner.
Miyamoto Jiro had long since put away his contempt, and his expression began to become horrified. He also sincerely admired Wanru.
A young girl who is only in her twenties fought with this sword master for such a long time and did not lose the upper hand. She is simply a genius among geniuses.
No wonder she could defeat Yagyu Sword Maniac!
But he was merely shocked.
He is still full of confidence in himself.
Because from beginning to end, he has not used his trump card.
It was as if I was having a great time fighting, and I felt even more excited.
Kendo masters like Miyamoto Juichiro are rare, and he has only ever seen one in his life. But now she has long become a cultivator, and has reached the eighth-level Golden Immortal Realm. The height she is standing at is different, so when she looks at Miyamoto Juichiro again, she doesn't find him so amazing.
After practicing for several decades, this is all I have achieved.
However, even though she is a cultivator and possesses cultivation methods that are irresistible to ordinary people, she still has an extraordinary passion for kendo.
She was very excited to have such a kendo master come to spar with her.
The two fought for hundreds of moves, but no one could determine the winner.
Miyamoto Jiro has lost some of his patience.
He leaped up and flew back, soon landing on the previous peak.
And as if with telepathy, it also fell back to the top of the mountain.
The two looked at each other again across the cliff, only a thousand feet apart.
"Yes, it seems that I really underestimated you."
Miyamoto Juichiro was as arrogant as before.
Wanru said calmly, "It seems that you haven't used your ultimate move yet. I'm getting a little impatient waiting."
"Hahahaha, you're very smart. You know I haven't been serious yet. Since you want to see my special skills so much, I will definitely satisfy you. I know that your country of China has a very magical sword technique called sword control. Do you know it?"
Miyamoto Juichiro asked.
Wanru said: "I know."
"You're a swordsman, so it's normal for you to know this. But as far as I know, no one in China can master this unique skill. Today, I will open your eyes and let you experience the true art of sword control. You can die without regrets!"
Miyamoto Juichiro still said arrogantly.
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