Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

In the world of cultivation, almost everyone has one or even a few of space magic weapons, and they are extremely common.

But on earth, it is a priceless treasure that has never appeared in modern times. Firstly, the resources for refining weapons are scarce and very rare. Secondly, even if you find the materials, few people can refine them.

This magic weapon is so eye-catching that it can be said to be a great cheating device.

For example, if you, an ordinary person, meet a master of transformation, the master will definitely slack off if he sees that the other person has nothing to offer. But if an ordinary person pulls out a submachine gun from a storage ring, the master will also burp.

Masao Chiba is looking for the so-called chalcedony just to refine this kind of magic weapon. He knows very well how beneficial it is to have such a storage ring. It can be said that with the cultivation of his master of swordsmanship, he can almost use it all over the world. Walked sideways.

"Mr. Jiang, give this treasure to Mr. Chiba, otherwise, you will die miserably!"

Seeing that Qianye Masao was about to make a move, Li Jinzhu's eyes hinted at him not to take action, but instead he persuaded him with a smile.

Chiba Masao suppressed the desire to kill and seize the treasure in his heart, his eyes pulsating with murderous intent like flames, staring at Jiang Tian.

After all, this is China, and it's a downtown area, surrounded by cameras.

Even if you can escape unscathed after killing someone, you may be targeted if you try to move around in China in the future.

"Really? Why can't I see what's so great about him? What a bad old man!" Jiang Tian took a sip of soju and said calmly.

"Hmph, he is a kendo master of Beichen Ittou style, and he is a master of Dacheng realm. With one strike of his sword, he can make rivers flow backwards and waterfalls stop. Is your neck so hard? Aren't you afraid of the 'Chrysanthemum Pattern Pill' in his hand?"

Li Jinzhu raised his jade-white chin, exposing his slender neck, and looked at Jiang Tian as if he were a fool.

"Haha, is that right? As far as I know, the best kendo master in Japan is called Master Fan. A few master fans are worthy of my action. As for this old waste, he is not worth my action at all!" Jiang Tian dismissed it. typical.

"What a reckless boy. He doesn't know the principle of keeping wealth private. He robbed Qianye Zhengyi's treasure and dared to show it in front of his senior brother. At this time, he actually utters such arrogant words. Do you think he has a long life?"

When Li Jinzhu heard this, his heart was full of contempt, and his face suddenly sank, but he immediately smiled sweetly. He played with the glass wine glass with his white hands and looked at Jiang Tian with ridicule and disdain.

Yes, Chiba Masao is much more powerful than Chiba Masaichi. He is a pure and fair master of swordsmanship, which is equivalent to the master of martial arts in China. A veteran grandmaster, how many people in China can stop him?

What's more, Jiang Tian, ​​from what he said, seemed to be just a rich second generation with no power at all?

"Give me!"

Without saying a word, Chiba Masao grabbed it with his big hands like tiger claws and snatched it directly.

"roll!"

Jiang Tian casually hit the air with his finger, and a majestic Qi energy rebounded like rolling thunder.

boom!

Chiba Masao felt as if his chest was hit by a cannonball.

With a miserable cry, he flew away like a rag doll, smashed the door open, flew more than ten meters away, and fell to the snow in the yard like a dead dog.

However, the aura of Jiang Tian's finger light remained unabated, just like a cannonball bombardment, destroying and spreading.

Boom - the floor exploded, forming a large hole more than ten meters long, which spread directly to the door. All the windows shattered in an instant, paper scraps flew, and water and wood exploded.

"What? He is a martial arts master!"

Li Jinzhu's mouth was round and round, her clear and beautiful eyes were full of astonishment, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.

Chiba Masao is one of the top ranked swordsmen in Japan. He is the direct disciple of the swordsman Chiba Eijiro. He is the mainstay of the Beichen Ittou style. There are only five or six swordsman masters who can suppress him in Japan. That's all, but at this moment, Jiang Tian casually knocked him away.

Jiang Tian picked up the soju and took a sip, then slapped the cup on the table, shook his head disdainfully and said, "Your South Korean bamboo charcoal soju is too flavorless, so I just want to make Erguotou mixed with water!"

"Baga! Who is running wild on our Yamaguchi-gumi's territory!"

"Asshole! Kill him!"

In the courtyard, Chiba Masao was seen flying out, and five or six Japanese kendo masters dressed as famous samurai rushed towards him, as well as some Yamaguchi-gumi members wearing black clothes and black trousers.

Some of them were holding pistols and some were holding long knives. They stared at Jiang Tian with eager eyes and roared with murderous intent.

With the help of a disciple, Chiba Masao struggled to stand up, shook his head, clenched the handle of the samurai sword with both hands, stared at Jiang Tian, ​​and shouted angrily: "Baga, you put the storage ring Hand over the chalcedony or I will kill you!"

"Haha, you little Japanese devils are so arrogant and don't know the heights of the world."

Jiang Tian's face darkened and he sneered:

"Was China still poor and weak during the Republic of China? How dare you come to China to kill people and seize treasures? I think China is too friendly to you and has spoiled you!"

He stood there as steady as a rock and sneered: "Very good, come and grab it. Today I will let you understand what true Chinese martial arts is and what a real strong man is!"

Jiang Tian was born and raised in Jinling. More than a dozen members of his great-grandfather's generation were killed by the Japanese invaders who invaded China.

He has been immersed in it since he was a child, listening to the old man telling stories about the Japanese massacre and evil in Jinling and the stories of his ancestors who fought against Japan and saved the country.

It can be said that even if he returns from cultivation after thousands of years, he still has a deep-seated hatred for the Japanese people.

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. As a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, how can we sit back and watch the Japanese devils do evil in China?

At this moment, he had already launched his murderous intention. He would kill all the Japanese people who appeared in the club today without leaving any one behind.

"I'm very good at robbing! My ancestors served as swordsmanship instructors for the Eastern Army. They burned, killed, and looted in Jinling. It was so enjoyable! Okay, I'll rob it for you today!"

Chiba Masao drank in a low voice, his eyes flashing, his aura rising steadily, he grasped the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and pulled out the knife slowly and quickly.

The scabbard's patent leather was mottled, and the handle was soaked in oil, sweat, and blood and was shiny black.

But in the world of Eastern Kendo, no one dares to underestimate this sword.

This sword is called Kikuha Monmaru. It was made by Takeshi Obata, a master of Oriental sword-making. It has a history of hundreds of years.

At that time, the ancestor of the Chiba family once held this sword and pushed across Kyushu Island, killing more than ten swordsman masters, creating the great reputation of Beichen Ittou style.

Even the masters of transformation in China and the Western superpowers, when hearing the name of this sword, would be frightened and avoid it.

laugh! There was a sharp sound.

Chiba Masao jumped up, and the bright chrysanthemum leaf pattern pill was chopped down like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

"Beichen's sword flow, thousands of piles of snow!"

When this sword was used to kill, the sword's light extended like a furious wind blowing up thousands of piles of snow, a sheet of white light that was more than five meters long.

The sword light was extremely dense. If Chiba Masaichi's slashes could be regarded as overlapping sword shadows, Chiba Masao's slashes could be said to be actual sword curtains.

Even Hong Tianzhao's "Wrathful Sea Sword Technique" Tiangang Sword Formation does not have such terrifying strength.

A monstrous murderous aura and extremely cold air suddenly enveloped a large area, causing the temperature inside the Korean house to plummet.

Li Jinzhu felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and there was a surge of pressure. His soft cheeks seemed to be cut by the sharp knife energy, and it became difficult to breathe.

"So strong!"

"As expected of the master of Japanese swordsmanship, Fan!"

"I'm afraid this move can split even boulders with thousands of piles of snow!"

"That Chinese boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth is dead!"

Many Japanese kendo masters and Yamaguchi-gumi members were horrified, looking at the sword with admiration, sighing with emotion, and cheering in unison!

Thousands of piles of snow knives flashed down, boom! There was a loud noise, and a large hole was split into the roof and the wall.

Snowflakes were falling, cold wind was blowing in, and among the flying straw and dust, the sharp sword light was like thunder and lightning, slashing down towards Jiang Tian with an indomitable momentum.

"Haha, is this your Eastern supreme swordsmanship? Beichen's one-sword style? It's like rubbish!"

Jiang Tian carefully sensed the opponent's sword energy with his spiritual consciousness, and then a touch of disdainful ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Eastern Kendo, even Ninjutsu and Onmyoji, all advocate the simultaneous advancement of spirit, breath, and body, but each has its own emphasis.

But in the final analysis, these Eastern secrets are nothing more than the martial arts techniques passed down from China that were modified according to local conditions when Xu Fu, Jianzhen and the Eastern students from the Tang Dynasty came to China to study.

Their breath is not called Qi, but called Chakra, which means "energy" in translation.

In Jiang Tian's view, the sword energy chakra he created was only superficial. It was actually weaker than the Chinese martial arts sword energy, and it was incomparable with the true essence of cultivation.

When the sword light was about to land on his chest, Jiang Tian suddenly flicked his fingers like a pipa, chi chi chi, and dozens of white wind blades swept out.

The wind blades were connected end to end and were more than ten meters long. They rolled erratically, just like an angry dragon flying into the sky, easily smashing thousands of piles of snow blades into pieces.

Then, the wind blades danced in the air and rushed towards Chiba Masao like spirits.

"not good!"

At this moment, Qianye Zhengxiong's heart was full of warning signs, and his face changed wildly. He never expected that Jiang Tian was so powerful.

Moreover, he couldn't even tell whether it was magic or martial arts.

There were so many of these wind blades that they were able to break through thousands of piles of snow, and they seemed to be alive.

"Thousands of piles of snow!"

"Duan Ming Waterfall!"

"Whirlpool!"

"Blade of Weilan!"

Facing the Wind Blade Dragon with its teeth and claws, Chiba Masao's expression became more solemn than ever before.

As if he was practicing kendo under the waterfall, he sat on the horse with his waist bent, his feet crushed the solid ice and blue stones, his two bow legs were like iron pincers, he shouted hoarsely in his mouth, and struck out the most powerful four swords in succession. knife.

He poured all his strength into every slash. It was no exaggeration to say that he was confident that he could even split an armored vehicle.