Treasure Appraisal: I Can See the Future

"Chinese boy, I am my grandson Jiro!"

My grandson Jiro held the sword in his right hand, his eyes were grim and murderous: "I am the descendant of Ito Ichidori. Today I will let your blood stain my sword red, let you know that Chinese martial arts are not worth mentioning at all, and also spread the reputation of Ito Ichidori!"

Many Japanese warriors nodded and praised secretly. Although they knew that Su Qi defeated Yamamoto Masatake, they couldn't help but be shocked when they heard my grandson Jiro claiming his inheritance, and they were extremely looking forward to him.

After listening to the translation of Little Pepper, Leng Zixi raised her eyebrows, and her pretty face was full of surprise: "I didn't expect that Ito Ittoryu has a successor?"

Seeing that the sisters' expressions were not right, Ming Yueyue couldn't help asking: "Sister Zixi, is Ito Ittoryu very powerful? Why is my grandson Jiro so arrogant? I feel that he is definitely not my brother-in-law's opponent!"

"Of course he is not Su Qi's opponent!" Leng Zixi frowned slightly and sighed: "But it's not that simple. Do you know what the name of Ito Ittoryu swordsmanship is in Japan? It is known as the Japanese version of Dugu Jiujian."

"What, the Japanese version of Dugu Jiujian?"

She has read two martial arts books and knows how powerful the pig's foot template kung fu of Dugu Jiujian is. Little Pepper Ming Yueyue stared with her beautiful black eyes, pouted her red lips, and her pretty face was full of worry: "Sister Zixi, what kind of swordsmanship is that? Will my brother-in-law be in trouble!"

"That set of swordsmanship is called Wuxiang Sword!"

Leng Zixi, who came from a thousand-year-old martial arts family, Xi's face was solemn, and she introduced quickly: "This set of swordsmanship was created by Ito Ittosai, the founder of the Japanese Itto-ryu during the Japanese Warring States Period. He originally followed the Japanese swordsman Zhongmaki Jisai to learn the true teachings of the wonderful sword, the wonderful sword, the real sword, the Garuda King Sword, and the unique sword. Later, he surpassed his master and created the Fushe Sword, the Blade Guide, the Xiangxiaodachi, and the Yueshen unique skills. Once he was visiting the Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine and was suddenly attacked by assassins. He killed all the assassins unconsciously. He then realized the way of no moves being better than moves, and finally forgot all the sword techniques and sword moves, surpassed the limitations of the school, created the strongest unique skill Wuxiang Sword, and achieved the state of unity between man and sword, and no sword being better than sword. So although Wuxiang Sword has no moves and no style, it is more powerful than any well-known sword technique. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the Japanese version of Dugu Nine Swords! "

"Ah, no moves are better than moves!"

Little Pepper Mingyueyue's pretty face turned pale when she heard it, her red pouty mouth was pursed, and her big black eyes were full of worry.

"Yueyue, tell them!"

Su Qi was not interested in my grandson Jiro's self-introduction. He just felt that it was very awkward to listen to the chattering. He frowned slightly and looked up and said: "Don't chatter in the future. I don't understand their bird language. Let them come up and fight. Everyone should say something. I was not defeated by them. Just wasting saliva can also kill me with thirst. "

Brother-in-law spoke, and Little Pepper translated immediately.

"Su, it's so funny!"

Stephanie could understand Chinese, and couldn't help but smile, her beautiful eyes full of joy, unconsciously recalling that he had saved her three days ago.

"Great sword!"

Hearing that this Chinese kid thought his voice was unpleasant, my grandson Jiro used a leaping skill to rush forward ten feet, instantly closing the distance between the two, and the Japanese sword turned into a streak of light, instantly slashing towards Su Qi, fast and decisive, and hitting the top in seconds.

"Good sword!"

The combination of leaping skills and instant swords is simply hard to defend against. Su Qi couldn't help but praise in his heart. He originally wanted to slap it with a palm, but then suppressed this idea, stepped his feet and spun his body, bullied the opponent, pointed his backhand, and stabbed the empty door under his ribs.

Today is a round-robin battle, not only to save physical strength, but also to get a glimpse of the essence of Japanese ancient martial arts. It is not suitable for quick battles and hard confrontations, but to use the most labor-saving fighting method.

Whoosh!

Facing the attack under the ribs, my grandson Jiro did not dodge or evade, his eyes were filled with madness, and he swung a sword towards his ribs with his backhand, as if he was going to kill himself, but it was another unique skill of the Japanese ancient martial arts, the Fushe sword.

Fushe sword, I can't bear to part with it, can I bear to part with it!

To practice the Fushe sword, you must first have the courage to sacrifice yourself and kill the enemy, and die together, so that you can force the opponent to retreat, take advantage of the situation to switch positions, and always be in an advantageous position.

"The weak are afraid of the fierce, the fierce are afraid of the tyrannical, and the tyrannical are afraid of the desperate. This is what the Fushe sword means. Interesting, interesting, hahaha!"

Seeing the essence of this set of Fushe swords at a glance, Su Qi smiled in the depths of his eyes, and that finger still did not dodge the sharp blade, and stabbed at the empty door under my grandson Jiro's ribs, and he also looked fearless.

Chinese people are never afraid of death. Little book dares to compare this to me, come on!

Anyway, I have the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell and the Dragon Roaring Iron Cloth to protect me. Let's see who will die first and who will not be able to hold on first.

"No!"

Little Pepper Ming Yueyue glared with her beautiful eyes, and felt that her heart was pinched and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

It was as if the one who wanted to lose both sides was not her brother-in-law, but herself.

Leng Zixi is smart and beautifulHis eyes flickered: "How can this guy use such a brutal move? If you really meet someone who is not afraid of death, I wonder if you will still have fingers!"

Stephanie also stared intently, secretly praising in her heart: "Su wants to fight with these Japanese for a day, but he dares to fight to a draw in the first round. It is obvious that he is betting that the other party dare not fight him. He is really courageous!"

"Good, good, good!"

Yamamoto Tenxiong, the six heads of the family, and many Japanese warriors immediately praised in their hearts when they saw it, and said with great expectation: "My grandson Jiro bravely fought for him, carry forward your samurai spirit of self-sacrifice, fight with Cut open his stomach and chop off two fingers of that kid. If he loses two fingers in the first round, he won't be able to hold on until sunset, or even for an hour. "

"Crazy, this Chinese kid is crazy!"

Seeing that both sides were about to lose, he didn't even have time to dodge, but he cut open his stomach in exchange for two fingers of the opponent, and he was fighting for others. Only a fool would sacrifice himself like this. My grandson Jiro was furious. He immediately closed his eyes and entered a strange state. He twisted his body at an incredible angle, avoiding the two fingers, and turned around to cut open his stomach with a knife.

"Wuxiang Sword!"

The scene of both sides losing was originally a scene of no injury, but in an instant, no one was hurt. Everyone in the field was stunned, and those who knew the goods called out.

My grandson Jiro stood with his sword across his back to Su Qi, his eyes slightly closed as if he was asleep, and the original murderous aura of the whole person disappeared in an instant.

"No-Thought Sword!"

Su Qi raised his eyebrows, and his mind sensed that my grandson Jiro was in a strange state at the moment. He seemed to be in an unconscious state, but he felt a strange danger deep in his mind, more than ten times more dangerous than before.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The silence lasted only for a moment, and my grandson Jiro was like a ghost, and instantly turned back to Su Qi, and stabbed out three swords with his backhand, forming a Chinese character, piercing Su Qi's throat, heart, and right chest. The movement was incredibly fast, as if his physical strength suddenly increased several times.

Qinglong Claw!

A sword technique was used to wrap the head and brain, avoiding the three swords in the Chinese character. Su Qi used a Qinglong Tan Claw to attack the opponent's lower abdomen.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

But as if he knew that Su Qi was going to use this move, my grandson Jiro changed his moves and flew into the air. His Japanese sword was shaking rapidly, and seven cold stars appeared in an instant, falling directly on Su Qi's back.

Bang!

Su Qi missed and fell with one claw, and immediately lifted up a large stone on the ground and smashed it upwards, but he was using clumsy tricks and brute force!

Bang, bang, bang...

My grandson Jiro's long sword shook, and the blue stone turned into fragments under the sword light. The seven cold stars instantly merged into one, turning into a silver lightning, stabbing straight at Su Qi's head, so fast that it was unbelievable, revealing a kind of weirdness.

"Well, it's worthy of being the Japanese version of Dugu Jiujian!"

Unexpectedly, the palm-thick bluestone floor did not weaken the power of the sword light at all, but became stronger when combined. Su Qi was shocked and immediately dodged with all his strength, and instantly moved three feet sideways to avoid this fatal blow.

"Dang!"

The indestructible sword light hit the ground, and my grandson Jiro actually used the force to rebound, like a maggot on the heel, and continued to chase after it.

Roar!

Su Qi frowned slightly, and suddenly inhaled and shouted, and the sound spread all around like thunder, raising a wave of wind and waves, blowing grass and dust on the ground.

"Ah!"

My grandson Jiro, who had been closing his eyes, was suddenly awakened by the loud noise. He saw himself flying in the air, holding the sword and stabbing Su Qi, and the power in his body was constantly decreasing, and he screamed unconsciously.

Whoosh!

Su Qi rushed over in a flash, met the Japanese sword that was stabbing straight at him, turned his head and dodged it in an instant, and slashed my grandson Jiro's neck with a hand knife.

Plop, clang!

The descendant of the Wuxiang Sword fell to the ground with a thud, and the Dongying Knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He fainted.

"Although the Wuxiang Sword is powerful, you can't control it freely. You just hypnotized yourself into the Wuxiang state, so you can't even open your eyes. You use hypnosis to force out your body's potential. It can't be considered a real Wuxiang Sword!"

The dark and deep eyes fell on my grandson Jiro, peeping out the secret of the real Wuxiang Sword. Su Qi smiled and shook his head, looking around: "Next!"

"Great, brother-in-law, you are awesome!"

Seeing that her brother-in-law won, Xiao Lajiao Mingyueyue was completely relieved, cheered immediately, and then posted the recorded video on Weibo.

Leng Zixi's smart eyes were also full of information: "This guy's brain is really quick. He actually thought of using sound attack to shock my grandson Jiro out of the state of no thought, and defeated him with one move while his potential was fading and his body was empty. He really knows how to take advantage of loopholes!"

Stephanie's pretty face was cold, but a smile appeared in the depths of her beautiful blue eyes: "Su, you are so smart, I invite youYou are a knight, will you agree to it?"

Hoshino Keiko was reviewing documents on the folding paper, and she didn't even look at the game in the field, obviously she had no interest at all.

"This, this is a bit too fast, my grandson Jiro was just chasing him, how could he be defeated by him in the blink of an eye, he is the descendant of Wuxiang!"

"It can't be said that Wuxiang Sword doesn't want, it's just that my grandson Jiro's Wuxiang Sword is not practiced well, so he was broken by his sound attack, otherwise he wouldn't win so easily!"

"Martial arts have no high or low cultivation, it's up to the individual, or my grandson Jiro is not practiced well!"

The Japanese warriors talked about it, and some of them couldn't accept the defeat in the first battle, and they all regretted that my grandson Jiro's personal cultivation was not good enough.

Yamamoto Tianxiong's expression did not change. He waved his hand and someone carried my grandson Jiro away. With a wink, a strong man jumped down from the third floor and pounced directly on Su Qi, like a tiger crossing a stream and falling from the sky.