The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

When they heard his name, most of the people present were numb, obviously they had not heard of it, and some were slightly shocked.

Ito Jōsai said: "I have heard of your name. The youngest grandmaster in China was born last year, shocking the martial arts in the north and south, and became the leader of the Chinese Martial Arts Federation. They say you are very young, but I didn't expect you to be so young. !”

There was a hint of realization on the faces of those numb people on the field.

Li Muchen didn't want to say anything, so he just nodded slightly and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation to show respect for an opponent like Ito.

"Mr. Li, before I take action, I want to ask you a question." Ito Joutai looked at Li Muchen's face, "It is said that the Tennin Sect was destroyed by you. Is it true?"

"If you are talking about people like Banpu Zhiliang and Tamagawa Kyoko, then I did kill them. As for the theory of annihilation, it is up to you to think about it." Li Muchen said nonchalantly.

"So, you also killed Bando Shuichi?" Ito Jōsai's face turned grim, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"No, on the contrary, Bando-kun and I have some friendship." Li Muchen could see that Ito Josai and Bando Shuichi must have had a close relationship, "Bando Shuichi was killed by Mitate Washing Mirror."

"What?" Ito Josai was shocked.

"Impossible!" Another innate old man on the field stood up and shouted, "You liar! Bando-kun and Master Mitarai have a very good relationship. In terms of seniority, he is Mitarai's uncle. How could Mitarai kill him?" Him? You just said that you killed Chiyoshi Itabura and Kyoko Tamagawa, and you also said you had friendship with Mr. Bando. Your words were inconsistent, and you were obviously lying!"

Li Muchen smiled coldly, not bothering to explain, and said to Ito Josai: "Are you done asking? When you're done asking, let's do it."

Ito Josai stood there without moving.

"Bando-kun is my best friend..." He lowered his head, his face was very ugly, and his tone was a bit sad, "I believe what this Mr. Li said, there is no need for him to lie to us."

"Ito-kun!" the old man in the field said displeased, "How can you speak for the enemy? Don't forget, you are the Heavenly Warrior of Japan! You should swear allegiance to Amaterasu to the death!"

Ito Jōsai smiled slightly, and his smile was a bit lonely. Then he bowed to Li Muchen, then turned around and walked out resolutely.

"Ito, you coward! Traitor!"

There were curses in the martial arts hall.

Li Muchen looked at Ito's back with admiration. Just go away and let others laugh and scold you. There are also such practitioners in Japan.

But these people in the hall who were shouting and swearing to be loyal to so-and-so seemed very ridiculous to him.

He drew the Xuan Ming Sword, not for these people. There was no one here worthy of him drawing the sword.

He just wants to use the sword to leave a mark on the land of Japan, so that this country where swords are the way can truly understand the meaning of swordsmanship.

A black light flashed.

The entire Japanese martial arts gym was split into two halves.

He walked out of the narrow room, the sword energy extending as he walked, and the earth cracked open behind him. He walked from Kudanzaka Park, across Highway 401, and arrived at the famous Soul Recruiting Club.

As he walked along the central axis of the Spiritualist Society, the air suddenly became cold. The sun was clearly shining in the sky, but here it was like an underground underworld, with a chill.

Li Muchen locked on the powerful soul-calling power and moved forward, passing through the torii gate and the divine gate.

The sword energy was still there, and with his pace, the earth continued to crack.

The warriors in the martial arts hall were already as shocked as stone sculptures. They have never seen such a powerful and magical sword technique. Among the Tao they practice, the highest sword technique is nothing more than speed and strength.

The legendary Japanese swordsman, the founder of the Beichen Itto Style, once split an island with a sword, forming a ten-mile narrow space in the center of the long island.

But the person in front of them subverted their understanding of swords. The sword can actually move slowly like this, and the sword energy can follow the person's footsteps, neither fast nor slow. What's even more exaggerated is that the sword can actually turn as the person walks, carving deep, curved cracks in the ground behind him.

Just when he was shocked and overwhelmed, a figure appeared in the crack of the high wall at the other end of the martial arts hall.

The sun shone in through the gap in the wall behind him, making it difficult to see his face.

People only felt that this man had a holy radiance that even the sun could not cover.

In the next moment, the man had reached the center of the martial arts hall.

People finally saw his face clearly.

The leading Xiantian old man was surprised and delighted: "Master Jiange!"

Only then did the others realize that this was the legendary Mitarashi Kenkaku-sama, the younger brother of Mitaraizou, and the number one kendo prodigy in Japan who met once in a thousand years.

According to legend, the swordsmanship of this Master of the Sword Pavilion has long surpassed that of the Sword Master of the past.

"Master Jiange, go and kill that guy quickly! Don't let him destroy the heroic spirits of the shrine!" the old man said.

Mitarashi Sword Tower looked at the cracks on the ground with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He raised his foot and took a step forward. The clogs on his feet made a clicking sound, and he left the martial arts hall and reached the other end of the crack.

People looked at his back in shock.

"Is this... Lord Jiange? He's so strong!"

"Okay, Master Jiange is out of the mountain. It's okay. No one can block Master Jiange's sword!" The old man's eyes showed ecstasy.

"Where is Lord Jiange's sword? Why didn't I see him carrying a sword?" Someone suddenly asked worriedly.

"What do you know? No one has ever seen Master Jiange's sword, and everyone who has seen it is dead!" said the old man.

……

Li Muchen stood under the Divine Gate, looking at the not-so-grand hall.

The breath of the gods came from the back of the palace.

He walked slowly over, passed through the two main halls, and came to Feng'an Hall at the back.

A sword is enshrined in the center of the hall.

The blade is as bright as new and exudes a cold air.

This is a sword of Yin spirit, condensed with countless souls.

When his consciousness locked on the blade, countless faces were reflected on the clear and cold steel.

And in it, he actually saw Mitarashi Zang's face.

Although it was very faint, it passed by in a flash and was immediately lost among thousands of faces.

"Did you get summoned just after you died?" Li Muchen was a little surprised, "No wonder this place is called the Soul Conjuring Club!"

This is the belief of warriors.

With the help of temples, the beliefs of warriors can be connected, so that Japanese warriors can live forever through the soul of the sword.

The more souls are attracted to the sword, the stronger the warrior's power is condensed, and the more power can be used in the future.

Li Muchen couldn't comment on this method. It was considered a spiritual practice. All the warriors did it voluntarily, and their souls were not forcibly recruited, so it was not considered an evil soul technique.

But this method is of no use to individuals. Perhaps it can only play its role when the entire nation is martial.

Li Muchen looked carefully, but after looking for a long time, he could not find Bando Shuichi's face.

Originally, he thought it was because Bando Shuichi died at sea, but he soon saw the face of Mitate Washing Mirror.

It seems that not every Japanese warrior's remaining soul will be sucked. It should be because these people had visited the temple before and made vows.

The Tao practiced by Bando Shuichi is not on the same path as these people.

Li Muchen held the Xuanming Sword in his hand, poured a little thought into the sword body, and immediately felt the power of the sword on the altar table.

The stronger his sword intention, the stronger the sword intention.

No wonder they cleared the area and stopped coming to stop it. It turned out that they had complete confidence in the knife itself. In their eyes, this knife should be invincible.

With the efforts of the whole country, it took hundreds of years, the souls of several generations of warriors, and the faith of hundreds of millions of people to build such a soul sword. This sword is indeed incredibly powerful.

But it's like a big gamble.

If someone destroys this sword, then Japan's national destiny will be over, right?