Chapter 158: Kage Samurai

"Why do you want to learn kendo?"
This is a Kendo venue, or a child's earth-moving vine, sitting in the ground, in front of an old man wearing a burqa and sharp eyes.
"In order to be a good warrior!"
"wrong!!"
Hey, the bamboo sword is laid down, and the pain is very painful. It is even more unforgettable for the earth, and it is the old man’s eyes: "The warrior is not afraid of life and death, the swordsman is concentrating on one, and there is no other thing! This is also the end of our thoughtlessness. The meaning of the meaning!"
At this moment, the figure of the old man seems to be so lonely: "When one day, you can abandon the life and death, honor, and even the samurai identity, you will truly appreciate the essence of no thoughts!"
boom!
In reality, Tufang Tengyong stepped back a dozen steps and his hands were almost numb.
Even though he is a generation of swordsman, but it is already middle-aged, and there is no ghost power that Wu Ming has blessed with the technique!
The ultimate ‘force’ of killing the gods, which has just been condensed, is already the peak of his life, the sum of the murderousness accumulated in the past 20 years!
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!
Now, his physical strength is falling from the peak, no longer before the state.
More importantly, Wu Ming, who is opposite, will not give him the opportunity to adjust again.
‘Is it going to die? ’
Earth Fang Tengyong muttered in his heart, and suddenly turned to resolutely: ‘even if I abandon life and death, abandon dignity and the name of a warrior, I will also defeat you! ’
At this moment, he finally abandoned the fear of life and death, abandoned the stubbornness of the samurai honor, and even ... abandoned himself!
In this state of ignorance, Tufang Tengyong feels his own breakthrough, and the secret technique that has never been understood without a thought flow comes to mind.
"Oiyi floating bird position!"
Earth Fang Tengyong was quiet as a moment, or his heart had already flown out of the body, combined with some kind of ultimate power in the whole world.
This kind of power is so vast that he gets rid of the unfavorable state and puts out the posture of the swordsman and slowly leaves the knife.
Oh!
The waves are raging, and there seems to be a long scream of seagulls.
"Ok?"
In this moment, Wu Ming seems to have emerged in the face of a wild sea, where the waves are raging, the wind and snow are dying, and there are floating birds flying high!
This floating bird finally turned into a sword light, almost in front of itself in the blink of an eye.
"Lord!"
Matsushita Kenichi, Matsushita Shota and so on were shocked, and even abandoned the honor of the samurai, one by one and got up and pulled the knife.
Ding!
After the crisp sound, the two figures were combined and divided.
"I'm fine!"
Wu Ming slowly stood in the same place, looking at his chest, the boulevard on the five-color robe, the face was quite ugly.
"The main public Wuyun Changlong, the world is invincible!"
Seeing the opposite of the main lord, the earth square vines can not afford to fall to the ground, the victory and defeat of nature at a glance, so that Matsushita too many people happy to worship.
‘If this is not a five-color robe, I must be hurt...’
Wu Ming secretly thought that he was a real person, a monk, and a sword warrior. It is a strange thing to not use the device.
I just can't think of the other party's final breakthrough, so that my five-color robe is not damaged.
At this time, I came to the side of the earth, and looked at the wounds on the other side. There were traces of black and white around the wind and thunder: "What else do you want to say?"
"I really want to..."
At this time, the earthworm’s nephew had a little brilliance:
It’s like going back to his hometown, going to see the cherry blossoms, and... drinking the tea of ​​her samurai...

Trembling and reaching out, I seem to want to catch something, but in the end I have no choice but to fall.
His head slammed into the darkness.
......
I don't know how long it has been.
Earth Fang Tengyong opened his eyes again: "Here is... heaven?"
Surrounded by a dungeon, it was dark and damp, but there was dark brown blood on the stone platform underneath, which had already dried up, as if with endless embarrassment and resentment.
"It seems that people like me can't surpass Buddha after death. Is this the country of Nether Shura..."
"Wrong, you are still alive!"
Wu Ming’s figure slowly came over, with a temperament that he had not had before:
Tell me, who is here to be instructed by you?

Although this sword lord came to the door to avenge the murder, it was normal for the sensation, but Wu Ming still felt something wrong.
"Come on it, or I will kill your ignorance!"
At this time, he naturally does not need to cover up.
"With the weight of the temple, there is indeed the ability to destroy the flow of no thoughts. It’s just that I came here, it is entirely my own will... Hasegawa Zuoweimen is my most beloved disciple..."
Earth Fang Tengyong struggled, but found that the body below the head had lost consciousness, and could not help but smile.
"No lying?"
Wu Ming brows a wrinkle: "Forget it, anyway, you will say it sooner or later..."
In the mouth, I chanted the curse, and a white mist appeared, creeping like a snake, and got into it from the five senses of the earth.
"You... evil yin and yang!"
Earth Fang Tengyong's face was red, but unfortunately he was seriously injured, and he was already pinned down. He has lost the blood and spirit of cohesion, and he is even less able to fight Wu Ming's technique.
Both eyes are getting more and more heavy and finally fall into the darkness.
After a while, Wu Ming took back the palm of the hand that was covered by the earth vines, and there was a trace of doubt on the surface: "After hearing the news, the information bought from the ninja with heavy money, everything is normal... just, why do I always I feel something wrong?"
In his view, the name of the cloud country will inevitably attract the attention of the people.
And when this attention reaches its peak, some temptations are inevitable.
Although it seems normal, it is difficult to ensure that there is no enemy reincarnation in the middle.
After all, if he wants to set a bait to catch him, he will not be so stupid, and it is too normal to use himself to play against other ghosts.
"Forget it... whether you are a ghost or a hapless, or a simple avenger, at least... still a little useful..."
Wu Ming looked at the other person's face, thoughtfully.
This warrior already has a three-level realm. Although it is purely a kendo, it is essentially the same level of strength as himself. It has this essence and is the candidate for a good shadow warrior.
"Well... the face is a bit old, the figure is a bit short, but this is not a problem, the smelting of the corpse can be solved..."
Later, he immediately looked at the earth with his eyes on the market and carefully scanned the earth.
"As for the breath, you can plant a technique that uses my hair and blood to form it... Well, I have to say that in this respect, Fuso's yin and yang techniques are still useful..."
"What is the final control problem, how do you get into the hardships in the sea? How does hypnotism in Ninjutsu seem to work together?"
During this time, Wu Ming did not do anything.
In addition to daily routine practice, through the relationship between Ito Jingxiu and Ninja, I got a lot of books about the strength of Yin and Yang and Ninja, and even Kendo, to learn from each other and sum up the essence.
Now there is another good material delivered to the door, combined with the idea of ​​the former warrior, a plan immediately emerged in Wu Ming's heart.
Just do it!
Wu Ming took out the shank knife and compared it to the face of the earth, and immediately opened a hole in the other's face without hesitation.
The horrible sound of scraping meat and bones continued to come. After most of the time, Wu Ming looked at his work and reluctantly expressed satisfaction.
"And...is..."
He slashed his knife and engraved a circle of five-pointed stars on his forehead. Immediately, he cut his fingers and let a drop of blood infiltrate.
"Taiyin shines, nine secluded, listen to my order, rush as a law!"
The sound of the low curse, constantly rang in the dungeon, a circle of dark and dense glory, and immediately wrapped the earth and stone on the stone platform.
Hey! Hey!
Among the soothing sounds, his bones proliferated, his wounds began to heal, his flesh and blood spread, his skin became full and smooth, and he seemed to be twenty years old.
At the same time, his face is constantly changing, gradually moving closer to Wu Ming.
"Knife on your face... There is always a wonderful feeling of discomfort..."
Wu Ming touched his face and looked at the figure on the stone platform that was more and more like his twin brother. His face was serious: "Well... although it can be fake... but still not handsome!"
......
"You!"
Among the villas of the Ghost Family, Matsushita Shota, Kenichi, and the end of the life of the early Kyrgyzstan, Tachibana, and the recruited samurai are all in the hands of the ground, listening to the ghosts of a family in the main seat, the ghost of a law.
"Everyone worked hard this month, and all the work was done very well. Thank you, Jun!"
Ghosts have eyes on their hands and do the same.
"Don't dare!"
As the head of the family, the posture is still so humble and kind, and the other warriors have returned to the ceremony, but they are secretly confessed.
After the chores were finished, Ghosts said: "Thanks to the efforts of Tachibana and Tatsuhisa, the temple on the hill was built. I gave it a name, called 'Baoneng Temple'! Please come!"
After the words were finished, the clap was shot and the wooden door was opened. A kind-hearted monk walked in.
"To introduce to the kings, the master is called Hawthorn Square, and I was invited to host my family temple!"
The ghost said a word.
"I am called Hawthorn Square, I will meet for the first time. Please advise me!"
The monk immediately saluted the warriors on the scene.
He looks very young, maybe not at the age of 30. Although he has some doubts, since the Lord is so trusting, and every move, it does have a faint scent, much like a sorghum, and the family does not dare. I am slow, but also a gift.
"Well, if you have no meaning, from today, the Instinct Temple will be handed over to you, don't let me down!"
"Hi!"
Hawthorne Square is respectful and agrees, and the ghosts are looking at each other and everything is in the air. (To be continued.)
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