From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Are you a monster?"

Looking at Leng Kong, Miyamoto Musashi's current expression was numb.

That's right, facing Leng Kong, a monster that couldn't be killed no matter how hard he slashed, he was paralyzed.

He once tried to kill eight people with one knife, and also split open a tree as thick as a person and a boulder several meters high. He thought that there would be no more objects in the world that he could chop down without stopping.

But facing the monster in front of him, he could only slightly break the opponent's flesh with all his strength?

hateful!

Miyamoto Musashi felt that Leng Kong's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses were definitely scorning and mocking him.

He used his tough muscles and strong bones to mock his own weakness!

"Wearing sunglasses in battle?"

"Are you going to be so perfunctory?"

Miyamoto Musashi put his two swords into their sheaths, put his hands on the handles of the swords, squatted slightly, his body was extremely relaxed, and his will was extremely concentrated.

"Perfunctory?"

"That's a bit too much, because in my opinion, the purity of the so-called Martial Gods, Martial Saints, and Martial Arts Gods you stupid people have is too low."

"certainly."

Leng Kong stretched out his index finger and pressed his sunglasses, "Of course the most important thing is that my chest muscles are too swaying. I have to use my sunglasses to filter it out, otherwise I will feel very uncomfortable."

"Pecs?"

Musashi looked at his pectoralis major, and then compared it with Leng Kong's pecs, which were as big as a double-door refrigerator. He was speechless.

The cold sky is so big that it doesn't sway, so why should I sway in such a small area?

Humiliating!

This bastard is just nakedly humiliating people!

Although he didn't understand what Leng Kong was talking about at all, he was definitely right that he was being underestimated.

call out!

The force of the liquid was activated again, and the figure disappeared from the spot again. When it reappeared, it was almost face to face with Leng Kong. The long knife in his right hand slashed diagonally from above, and the short knife in his left hand stabbed Leng Kong's lower abdomen.

Slashing with the long sword and thrusting with the short sword, this is the essence of Miyamoto Musashi's lifelong martial arts. The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, and the actual time is only 0.001 seconds!

Seeing that the long knife had already hit his neck, and the short knife had pierced the skin, Leng Kong's head and body were about to be separated, and he was stabbed in the abdomen, but Miyamoto's movements suddenly stopped.

But it wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that his hands and wrists were tightly locked by Leng Kong. No matter how hard he tried, the blade that was already attached to his skin could never get any closer.

"I told you, I've seen through your moves, why do you still choose to charge forward?"

Leng Kong's eyes moved downward, looking down at Miyamoto Musashi, who was half shorter than him.

"Is this faster and more powerful?"

"But unfortunately, your tactics were wrong!"

The big mouth opened, and the grimace twisted into a ferocious smile.

"Since you made a mistake, you must pay the price!"

A knee strike that was thicker than Miyamoto Musashi's waist came straight up.

Bang kaka.!

The attack hit his crotch, and Miyamoto Musashi's face was instantly distorted into a grimace, even though his body flew straight up higher than the cold sky.

Bang bang!

After his body landed on the ground, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were out of focus, he was foaming at the mouth, and his body was tightly rolled into a ball. He felt that his soul was separated from his body at the moment of impact.

But a great swordsman is a great swordsman. Even if he lost consciousness, his hands still did not let go of the hilt.

"Susuo."

"It hurts...it hurts me to death!"

After returning to consciousness, Miyamoto Musashi rolled crazily on the ground in pain. After hearing Leng Kong's footsteps approaching, he put his palms on the ground, stamped his heels, and stood up with a heavy nose and a runny nose.

When it comes to will, the warriors in this world really have nothing to say.

"Hiss."

"Asshole, I must kill you today!"

Looking at Leng Kong who was getting closer and closer, Miyamoto Musashi's facial features were twisted in pain, but the aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

The two swords that he refused to let go of just now were thrown away like garbage at this moment. He touched the crotch that had turned into a pulp and held it in vain with both hands. The martial arts power that he had cultivated all his life crazily leaked out of his body.

This aura is more fierce and sharper than when he holds a knife!

Finally, it is extremely compressed between the hands, forming an invisible sword that can cut the body, the spirit, and the soul!

Mysterious meaning: First-rate killing in two days!

At the age of 58, Miyamoto Musashi practiced kendo to the extreme and completely entered the swordless realm.

This is also the ultimate secret that he has cultivated throughout his life. He has never released it in front of the world since he completed it!

This time he will use this three-cut sword to completely cut Leng Kong in half!

"die!"

As the secret took shape, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes widened, and his superb sword intent overflowed. Just the slightest leakage of the sword intent made the onlookers feel like thorns piercing their backs. After the sword was swung out with both hands, the audience felt as if they were in an ice cave. !

"Ha ha."

"Well done!"

Before the sword touched his body, the skin all over his body was painfully stabbed by the terrifying sword force. Leng Kong became interested.

The palms of his hands spread straight and tensed to form a palm knife, and he aimed at Miyamoto Musashi's invisible sword and struck fiercely.

Mystery: Magic Spear!

Buzz.!

When the swords collided, it was clear that one side was real and the other was virtual, but at the moment of the collision, ripples were visible to the naked eye in the air, and the sound of the violent collision exploded in the minds of tens of thousands of spectators at the same time.

laugh.!

The sword energy passed through the body, and Leng Kong's middle finger bone when facing the sword's edge was immediately fractured, and two long bloody holes appeared on the upper and lower parts of his arms at the same time, all the way to his shoulders.

The depth of the bloody mouth was deeper than Miyamoto Musashi's previous chop with a real sword. Not only did it completely break the skin and flesh, it even left two scratches on Leng Kong's arm bones.

At this moment, from the skin to the muscles, from the muscles to the bones, it really couldn't be more realistic. The 15 billion brain cells in the brain were telling Leng Kong that his arm was really cut open!

The secret life of the ultimate swordsman is truly terrifying!

Facing Leng Kong's terrifying power to break through the world's limits, Miyamoto Musashi also had a hard time. The jaws of the sword in both hands exploded at the moment of collision, and blood flowed wildly.

Then he punched hard, and a huge deep fist mark appeared out of thin air on his chest.

Phew!

As soon as the fist mark appeared, the body felt as if it had been hit hard, shooting backwards, not forgetting to open its mouth and spit out a blood ribbon that was more than ten meters long.

"Pity!"

"It's a pity that your slashing attack can't fully reflect the damage felt mentally to the physical body."

"Otherwise, your Two-Tian First-Class Slash is a well-deserved heaven-defying skill!"

Leng Kong waved his hand, not taking the injury seriously at all.

It's even a pity that Miyamoto Musashi failed to practice Mind Slash to the extreme.

Because he has regarded this skill as his own, and with the ghostly brains of the Fanma clan, he is not worried about not being able to learn it, he is only worried that it is not powerful enough.

"You can't fool me by pretending to be dead."

After seeing the confrontation, Miyamoto Musashi lay motionless on the ground. Leng Kong's huge body was like a heavy tank and pressed close at high speed. Then he raised his thighs, covered half of Miyamoto Musashi's body with his big feet and stepped down suddenly.

boom!

The trampling was like thunder, and the ground exploded. Miyamoto Musashi's body narrowly rolled away and was bounced off the ground by the terrifying shock.

"Let's go!"

Stepping down with the left leg, pumping the right leg fiercely,

Boom boom!

The air was blasted, and Miyamoto Musashi's body immediately exploded into a circle of blood mist. The flesh and blood at the point of impact turned into paste, the bones inside were broken, and the internal organs were also exploded. The remains of the body flew dozens of meters with a crack. Posted on the wall behind the auditorium.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

The scene of unspeakable violence made the entire audience gasp for air with their mouths wide open.

Snapped!

After Miyamoto Musashi's body slid along the corner, their mouths had not yet closed.

"Nursing worker. Hurry. Bring Master Musashi back to the laboratory!"

It was Tokugawa who reacted the fastest. After realizing what happened, he immediately jumped up and shouted in pain.

Damn it, because of what Leng Kong did to him, Master Musashi's body has to be rebuilt again.

"Ahhh."

"Invincible. The troll is invincible!"

"Invincible!!!"

The next second, the audience who came back to their senses let out a deafening sound of terror.

OK, call it a day!

Leng Kong shook his chest muscles and the dust and blood that splashed on his body disappeared.

Because even wearing big black sunglasses, the view is too exciting.

Can you imagine tens of thousands of beauties looking crazy, swaying their bodies crazily and shouting crazily at you?

This is the scene in Leng Kong's field of vision now.

There are no ugly women. Even men have turned into women under the influence of super-androgens. How could there still be ugly women?

Men and women are confused, beauty and ugliness are not distinguished, so it is even more unbearable!

How distorted is this vision?

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PS: At this point, Saba is almost finished writing. After merging with Norma's bloodline, the protagonist's strength has exploded again. Without suppressing the combat power, Musashi is really not interesting enough, so it can only be ended hastily.

If it feels ok, can I make up the full order?

Give Poujie a little more motivation and start a new volume.

My grades are really bad. I just barely reached the perfect attendance mark.

The monthly ticket seems to be almost 1,000, looking forward to it!

Since I wrote the book, my monthly ticket has never exceeded a thousand, haha.