The words awakened everyone present, and their faces changed. They realized that except for Zhao Yulin and the driver, the Li brothers and sisters and others had not even seen their shadows.

"Were they discovered? Haha!" Zhao Yulin showed a sneer on his face, "But it's too late!" He looked at Ling Feng and others with a look of ridicule.

"Where are the Li brothers and sisters hidden? Tell me!" Looking at Zhao Yulin's evil plan, Ling Feng was shocked, and had a bad premonition in his heart. He couldn't help but yelled at Zhao Yulin.

"Haha! It's ridiculous, I didn't expect that the Zhu family came all the way from China but didn't see anything, haha!" Zhao Yulin didn't care about Ling Feng's roar, and kept mocking him.

"Report the current situation to the headquarters immediately!" Miyamoto Musashi made the decision in an instant, and looked at Zhao Yulin with gloomy eyes, "Haha! What a good trick of the Golden Cicada escaping from the shell, I admire you. What makes me admire you even more is that you actually led us here alone. Do you think that we are not your opponents alone? I'm afraid you are too confident!"

"Confidence or arrogance, you will know if you come up and try it?" Zhao Yulin did not take Miyamoto's words seriously. He looked at Miyamoto with confidence and couldn't help hooking his finger.

"Okay! In that case, let me learn your skills!" Miyamoto's face froze, and he slowly took out the samurai sword beside him. His feet flashed, and a sharp sonic boom sounded in the air. "Flash step!" Miyamoto Musashi's signature footwork was extremely fast. He once killed two people of the same level at the same time with this footwork. Miyamoto Musashi was very confident in his flash step.

Zhao Yulin, who was facing him, seemed to be stupid and motionless at this time. The shadow of Miyamoto Musashi in his eyes gradually enlarged.

"Die!" Miyamoto Musashi, who was moving at high speed, looked at Zhao Yulin who looked like a fool. He couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he had smelled the smell of blood. The samurai sword pierced through Zhao Yulin's body as fast as lightning, "Hey! That's not right! Why didn't I see any blood!" Zhao Yulin, who had just stood still, slowly disappeared, "It's just a shadow!" The people around him couldn't help but exclaimed!

"What? A shadow?" Miyamoto Musashi heard the voice of the person behind him, with an expression of disbelief on his face. His body skills that he had always been proud of were easily avoided by others, but the strong wind coming from his ears didn't allow him to think too much.

Zhao Yulin also knows the body movement. The "Pian Ruo Jing Hong" created by the crazy old man is no worse than any body movement. Although Miyamoto Musashi's speed is extremely fast, Zhao Yulin still dodges it easily. Taking advantage of the enemy's lack of reaction, Zhao Yulin quickly attacks, trying to catch the opponent off guard.

However, as the future successor of Black Sun, Miyamoto Musashi is certainly not a pushover. At this critical moment, his body reacted quickly. He was seen rolling to the side quickly to avoid Zhao Yulin's powerful punch.

Miyamoto Musashi stood up from the ground with a somersault. His clothes were covered with dust and his hair was a little messy. It was obvious that Miyamoto Musashi had suffered a little loss in the first fight.

"What a pity!" Zhao Yulin couldn't help but sigh in his heart after missing the attack. He didn't succeed in this opportunity. It would be difficult to have such an opportunity again.

"What kind of kung fu is this? You can actually dodge my instant step!" Miyamoto Musashi looked at Zhao Yulin with a serious face, and he was a little scared in his heart. "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have been seriously injured!"

"As graceful as a flying phoenix!" Zhao Yulin raised his head slightly, and the pride in his words was obvious.

"Great Kung Fu!" Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but admire sincerely, and he took Zhao Yulin more seriously in his heart, and the strength of holding the samurai sword in his hand could not help but increase a little.

Zhao Yulin's heart sank slightly when Miyamoto Musashi became serious. The enemy in this state was obviously not comparable to the one just now. Although he was alert, he didn't have any fear in his heart. In Zhao Yulin's dictionary, there was no word for fear, otherwise he would not have chosen to actively lead them over.

Suddenly, Zhao Yulin's figure flashed, his feet stepped gracefully, and a trail of afterimages appeared in the air. In an instant, he was in front of Miyamoto Musashi at lightning speed. He used fists and feet, and various methods one after another. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought dozens of times, and every move could only be described as thrilling.

After hundreds of moves, Zhao Yulin and Miyamoto Musashi crossed each other. During this time, Zhao Yulin's face turned slightly red and he breathed heavily. He looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a serious look, "We can't go on like this. We will be dragged to death by the opponent sooner or later. Moreover, there is a more dangerous enemy hiding in the dark. It seems that we have to end this quickly!" Zhao Yulin made up his mind and stood up with his hands hanging freely on both sides. His feet were also swung at a very natural angle. He stood in a very lazy posture with a rhythmic rhythm behind him, "Thunder Fury!" Finally, this man's signature move reappeared in the world.

"Young Master Miyamoto, be careful, this is Thunder Wrath, Tianluo's specialty!" Huang Zixiang, who was behind him, saw Zhao Yulin's face change slightly and couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh? Thunder Wrath? It looks like he doesn't intend to drag it out any longer!" Miyamoto Musashi's heart sank slightly, his eyes slowly closed, a solemn look appeared on his face, the samurai sword in his hand was raised high, and the true energy in his body surged in a strange way.

Everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, knowing that after this move, the result would be revealed. They were afraid of missing a little bit of the process and stared at the two people in the field.

Suddenly, Miyamoto's eyes suddenly opened, a breathtaking look came out, and his body moved slightly, "Kuangshen Slash!" He raised the samurai sword above his head and slashed towards Zhao Yulin as fast as lightning.

Zhao Yulin looked at Miyamoto Musashi who was rushing towards him, took a deep breath quietly, raised his palm slightly, and his figure flashed slightly.

Under everyone's gaze, the two figures crossed in the air and rushed towards each other quickly. There was no fierce fight as they imagined. However, just when everyone thought that the fight was a draw, Ling Feng beside him sighed slightly, "Ah! I lost!"

As if to confirm what Ling Feng said, the moment he said it, Miyamoto Musashi, who was originally standing, suddenly fell down, covered his chest with his left hand, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He wanted to stand up and continue, but found that his body was already powerless. There was a lonely look on his face, and a bitterness at the corner of his mouth, "I lost!"

"Young Master!" The people around him screamed and rushed to Miyamoto Musashi's side, looking anxious, fearing that something might have gone wrong.

However, Zhao Yulin was not enjoying the joy of victory at this moment. There was a neat cut on his chest that went straight to his waist, with blood oozing out. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. If he had used the knife a little faster, he would probably be the one lying on the ground now!

Just when Zhao Yu was distracted, he suddenly saw two figures flashing by. He was startled and quickly rolled to the side. He looked carefully and found that the place he was just in was completely changed. Ling Feng and Huang Zixiang stared at him with a smile, and he was a little angry.

"A king-level killer actually took advantage of others' misfortune." Zhao Yulin stood up and stared at Ling Feng and Huang Zixiang with a gloomy look, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.

"Haha! Zhao Yulin, you know I'm a killer and you're still talking about being aboveboard, don't you think it's ridiculous? I only care about the result, I can't care about other things, and I don't want to care!" As if he had heard a big joke, his eyes were full of amusement, and his face was full of disdain.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Zhao Yulin's heart gradually sank. The previous battle had consumed most of his true energy. Now there were two more people who were not weaker than Miyamoto Musashi. Zhao Yulin's heart sank slightly. The situation was getting more and more unfavorable to him, and he had to find a way to get out of it.

"I never thought that such a great man like Tianluo would end up like this. It's ridiculous. I don't know what benefit the Sun family gave you to deserve your life for them. It's ridiculous!" Ling Feng's eyes flashed with disdain. "

Haha! People like you will never understand. Sometimes I even think you are cute. Do you really think Zhu Hongzhuang likes you? You are just a dog of the Zhu family!" Looking at Ling Feng with a look of disdain, Zhao Yulin couldn't help shaking his head and sarcastically said to him.

"Shut up!" These words touched Ling Feng's sore spot. He knew of course that Zhu Hongzhuang would not be attracted to any man, including him, but he had always been unwilling to admit it. However, Zhao Yulin revealed his bloody scars at this moment. Ling Feng's face looked frightening, and he looked at Zhao Yulin with murderous eyes. "Zhao Yulin, this day next year will be your death anniversary. Kill!" Ling Feng rushed to Zhao Yulin in an instant with anger.

Zhao Yulin, who was attacked from both sides, finally felt the danger of his life. His expression was extremely solemn, his eyes slowly closed, and the golden Buddha statue appeared in his mind. "Tao Zi Jue!" Zhao Yulin, who finally stopped hiding his clumsiness, used the Tao Zi Jue. "Tao, can be said! It is not a permanent Tao!" Cangsang's voice echoed in his mind, and his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light burst out.

Huang Zixiang, who was approaching Zhao Yulin quickly, suddenly saw this familiar scene in front of him. He couldn't help but think of Zhao Yulin's appearance last time, and a look of fear appeared on his face. The body that was originally rushing towards Zhao Yulin suddenly turned around and quickly retreated in the opposite direction.

However, Ling Feng didn't care. The anger in his heart could only be extinguished with blood. He didn't retreat because of Huang Zixiang's strange behavior. "Die!" he roared.

Zhao Yulin looked at Ling Feng with a fierce face, his face was still calm, his fists stretched out slowly, without any sense of strength.

Huang Zixiang looked at such a light fist, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.