Dressed as Wu Dalang, starting at 1.9 meters

As soon as this move came out, Wu Tian suddenly felt countless flying knives attacking him in the sky.

Wu Tian stuck the simple knife on the ground and performed the 36-way Dragon Tiger Fist.

The dragon soars and the tiger roars, the afterimage protects the body.

"Boom boom boom..."

There were deafening explosions on the Dragon Slaying Platform, the floor tiles were shattered, and dust was raised in waves.

Chapter 209 The Power of Miyamoto Musashi [9 more]

After the dust cleared, Miyamoto Musashi and Taketen stood at each side, without the slightest injury on their bodies.

In the previous battle, they were tied.

"Miyamoto Musashi, you are indeed powerful, but a sudden attack is not what a master of your generation should do."

Wu Tian sneered.

Miyamoto Musashi didn't answer, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he held the Japanese sword upright in front of him, and muttered something.

In the next second, a strange scene appeared.

Miyamoto Musashi had two hands growing out of his back, plus his original two, for a total of four hands.

Seeing this, the three kendo gym disciples in the audience pulled out the Japanese swords from their waists and threw them to Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi picked it up with the other three hands, and now he has four Japanese swords in his hand.

"Wu Tian, ​​you are dead!"

This is Miyamoto Musashi's second greatest stunt - four operations, and it is also a high-level secret technique among ninjas.

Miyamoto Musashi jumped, and the four Japanese swords were cast at the same time - volley cut!

This time, the power is more ferocious than before.

Wu Tian concentrated the Qi of his whole body in one place, forming a powerful protective shield, hard against Miyamoto Musashi.

At a critical moment, Wutian's protective shield was broken by Miyamoto Musashi's volley cut, and the knife cut through his hands and feet, and even pierced his shoulder.

Fresh blood spurted out, sprinkled on the Dragon Slaying Platform, and turned into bloody flowers.

"you……"

Wu Tian vomited blood and sat on the ground paralyzed.

Miyamoto Musashi's move is really powerful.

The audience in the audience cheered at this time.

"This Wutian has been injured by Miyamoto-san, and Miyamoto Musashi is sure to win this competition!"

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi must have won, and Taketen is dead!"

"Wu Tian, ​​cut yourself up and commit suicide!"

On the audience stage, Ichiro Okamura and the second prince showed joyful smiles on their faces.

Only the crown prince had a serious expression on his face.

If Wu Tian loses, then he will be finished too.

Miyamoto Musashi raised the Japanese sword, and then unleashed - volley cut.

Countless sword lights fell from the top of Wu Tian's head like a meteor shower.

The hearts of all those who watched were in their throats. If this trick continues, Wu Tian is doomed.

There was another violent explosion sound from Zhanlongtai, and bursts of smoke and dust were raised.

After the smoke cleared, Wu Tian disappeared.

There was a carnival in the audience at this time.

"Wu Tian is dead, not even a body left!"

"Wa's martial art is stronger than Song's after all!"

"Mr. Musashi is mighty!"

On the audience stage, Ichiro Okamura stood up happily, and when he was about to announce the victory of Miyamoto Musashi, he suddenly saw a black spot in the sky.

The black dot slowly descended, getting bigger and bigger.

When he saw clearly, he recognized that it was Wu Tian!

"This is impossible!"

Ichiro Okamura was surprised, judging from Wu Tian's posture, he rushed towards those sword lights just now!

The crown prince was also taken aback, and immediately afterward was pleasantly surprised.

Such a powerful move just now did not kill Wu Tian, ​​Wu Tian is too powerful!

The second prince frowned deeply, and waved to Kazuryu Matsumoto who was standing beside him.

Matsumoto Yilong nodded, turned and left.

Taketen landed in front of Miyamoto Musashi smoothly.

"You are really powerful, you dare to take my move head-on. However, you must have suffered a lot of injuries."

Miyamoto Musashi stared at Wu Tendao coldly.

Wu Tian's clothes were torn, and there were several knife wounds on his arms and feet, with blood flowing from him, which was scratched by the tactic he used to face Miyamoto Musashi just now.

Chapter 210 Meeting Illusion Again [10 More]

This Miyamoto Musashi is worthy of being a generation of sword masters.

His combat power has at least reached the sixth level of the grand master, and he is by no means inferior to Wu Tian!

"I was injured a little bit, but this little injury is nothing to me. But you, I have seen through your move, do you have any other tricks? If not, I will kill you in this competition." It's a win."

Wu Tian stared at Miyamoto Musashi calmly.

Miyamoto Musashi's expression was still indifferent, he glanced at Wutian, put the Japanese sword back into the scabbard at his waist, clasped his hands together, and muttered.