"Jing Mo is idle."

Suddenly, someone shouted, and all the eyes at the scene looked over, locking in Old Jing and Xiao Feng who were walking in the front.

The originally noisy scene, as Mr. Jing glanced over, immediately became aware of the needle, which showed how big the shadow he brought to Japanese martial arts masters.

"Jing Moxian, you finally appeared." Kawasaki Nomen stood on a huge stone, looking down at Old Jing.

"Kawasaki Nomen." Old Jing asked faintly.

"Yes, it's me."

"Get down and fight." Mr. Jing said directly without saying a word.

"Ha, Jing Moxian, are you so impatient to die?" Kawasaki Nomon sneered, then looked at Xiao Feng, his eyes full of hatred: "You are Xiao Feng."

"It's my master, why are you calling me?" Xiao Feng asked slowly, stuttering his ears.

Kawasaki Nomon smiled furiously: "Okay, very good. If you hadn't destroyed Kaibili Island, I would have accomplished my magical power."

"What are you talking about? Come down and fight."

"..." Everyone around was speechless. It was okay for this old man to be arrogant, but the young man was so arrogant.

"I'll let you know later, what will happen if you ruin my good deeds." Kawasaki Nomen jumped off the boulder.

"Jing Moxian, you came to my country twice and became arrogant. Today, I will make a break." An old man came out of the crowd and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you?"

"I am Takemura Rin."

"I haven't heard of it."

"..." The old man was so angry that his eyes turned white: "I am the headmaster of the palace."

"What, the palace manager, you are an old eunuch." Xiao Feng interrupted and asked.

"Boy, you don't have to show off your verbal advantage now." The old man was so angry that he picked up a token of more than ten centimeters long from the table, which was similar to the whistle in the ancient Chinese yamen.

"I know what this is. This is the Bailiu Order and the highest symbol of our Japanese martial arts. Now, the Bailiu Order has reappeared to attack Jing Moxian." The old man said loudly: "The dignity of our Japanese martial arts cannot be trampled on."

"That's right, when I kill Jing Moxian, I will go to China. Humph, I want to see how many experts there are in China, one, kill one." Kawasaki Nomen said arrogantly.

Jing Moxian glanced over the token coldly, and finally his eyes fell on Kawasaki Nomen: "You must die today."

"Kawasaki Nomen, the Emperor said that if you kill Jing Moxian, then he will give you the praise of the number one master in Japan." The old man said to Kawasaki Nomen.

"Okay." Kawasaki Nomen smiled, "I won't let the Emperor down."

That's right, this Bailiu Order belongs to the Tianmen and has been circulated since ancient times. This is why the emperor on the surface does not have any real power, but it has always existed, because he holds the Bailiu Order in his hand and can command many masters of Japanese martial arts sects at critical moments.

"Are you finished talking nonsense? If you finish talking, start and I will return to China." After Jing Moxian finished speaking, he walked towards Kawasaki Nomen step by step.

"Since you are looking for death, I will satisfy you." Kawasaki Nomen nodded: "Today, I will let you see..."

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think you are qualified to say anything else now?" After Jing Moxian finished speaking, his right hand shook and the Seven-Star Sword was unsheathed: "You should have died decades ago, because of your cowardice, you lived for decades, and you should have died today."

When Kawasaki Nomen heard words like "Tortoise', "Cowardly" and "She's the one who knows," Kawasaki Nomen became angry: "I will kill you, and no one can stop you."

"I want to kill you, and it is hard to stop the gods." After Jing Moxian finished speaking, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the seven-star sword was like a meteor, slashing towards Kawasaki Nomen.

‘Dang’, Kawasaki Nomen also showed off a knife to block the Seven Star Sword.

The people around should retreat quickly to avoid being hurt by the two.

Xiao Feng and others also retreated. Looking at the two people fighting together, most of them could no longer see their movements clearly, and they could only feel two black shadows.

"This Kawasaki Nomen is very strong." Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes. If he were himself, he would probably not be able to hold on for a few moves.

"Grandpa Jing is stronger, Grandpa Jing will win."

"That's right."

"The Sun and Moon God Sect has achieved martial ethics. My Grandpa Jing has been united in the world for thousands of years..." Wu Huan raised his arms and shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense, just watch carefully, it will help us." Xiao Feng stopped their nonsense.

"Um."

Wu Huan and others began to look carefully. Although they couldn't see clearly, they would resonate with them. This level of battle is difficult to see.

I have to say that Kawasaki Nomen is really strong. He fights against Mr. Jing for hundreds of tricks without losing, but can still attack actively.

All the Japanese martial arts masters were full of excitement. Finally, a master with the ability to defeat Jing Moxian appeared. When he lost, he would kneel on the ground, which would be a shame for decades.

"Will he lose? No, he is invincible." Qianli looked at Jing Moxian's figure and felt a little distressed. She didn't want Jing Moxian to lose, because in her eyes, Jing Moxian had not lost, but as a Japanese, she didn't want the shame to continue.

"You are very good, much better than Murata Tenmatsu." Mr. Jing suddenly took a few steps back and pointed his sword at Kawasaki Nomen.

Kawasaki Nomen did not pursue him, his expression was a little solemn. He was a little shocked to Jing Moxian's strength. He even felt that if he had achieved great success in his magical skills, he would have been able to defeat the other party. Thinking of this, he couldn't help glaring at Xiao Feng. If it weren't for him, he would have achieved great success in his magical skills.

"However, if you are limited to this, it will disappoint me." Old Jing said coldly.

"You are not much better than me."

"Is that right? If you don't die in one minute, I will still have the dignity of Japanese martial arts." After saying that, Mr. Jing suddenly withdrew his momentum, no longer like the fighting spirit just now, but like an ordinary old man.

"Kill." No one listened to Mr. Jing carefully, and Kawasaki Nomen launched another attack.

"Grandpa Jing seems to have changed, what's going on?"

"I heard from my master that when I reach a certain level, I can return to nature. Could Grandpa Jing also reach that level?" Wu Huan's face was filled with shock.

"What's going back to nature?"

"Look, the result is coming."

As soon as Wuhuan's words fell, a crisp sound came out, and then another muffled groan came out.

The two people who were fighting stopped. Mr. Jing held the Seven-Star Sword in his hand, his face was dull, and he had the style of an ancient swordsman.

On the ground in front of him, there was a short blade, which was Kawasaki Nomen's knife.

A few steps away, Kawasaki Nomon's face was pale, and there was a bloody mouth on his chest, his skin and flesh turned out, and blood dripped downwards.

"You, you actually hurt me."

"The next sword will take your life." Jing Mo Xian said, and his body disappeared from the spot.

"Ah." Kawasaki Nomon let out a long roar, waving the broken blade in his hand, looking a little crazy, he already had a bad premonition.

‘Puff puff puff puff…’, only a few muffled sounds were heard, Kawasaki Nomen flew backwards, bringing up a bunch of blood.

"You...you..." Kawasaki Nomen tried hard to stand up straight. He raised his right hand and pointed at Old Jing with trembling: "You..."

"It's less than a minute." Old Jing asked faintly.

"No." Xiao Feng shook his head, but Kawasaki Nomen was not dead either.

Just as Xiao Feng thought about it, seven blood flowers splashed out from Kawasaki Nomen, and then gushed out, like a blood fountain.

"Ah..." Kawasaki Nomen screamed, he lowered his head and looked at the blood hole on his body with a horror, and then fell to the ground with his back weakly.

"..." The scene was silent, and there was no other sound except for Kawasaki Nomen's screams.

The excitement of the Japanese martial arts masters was still on their faces, but they had already froze. They had no idea what to do. They didn't know the difference just now, but in a blink of an eye, Kawasaki Nomen was defeated.

Suddenly, everyone remembered what Mr. Jing said just now, "One minute". It wasn't it? It was less than a minute from the time he spoke to Kawasaki Nomen falling to the ground. Could it be that the two of them were just an illusion before, or that Jing Moxian didn't use all his strength at all?

Thinking of this, everyone was chilling from their bones. How terrifying is Jing Moxian? Is he still a human?

"You, you...well..." Kawasaki Nomen's body twitched. He never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly. Now it seems that even if he achieved great success in his magical skills, he would not be Jing Moxian's opponent.

"I leave you with a breath, because I want you to see with your own eyes how I trampled on you Japanese martial arts again." After saying that, Mr. Jing walked towards Lun Takemura.

"Jing Moxian, what are you going to do?" Lun Zhucun felt a sudden surprise when he saw Mr. Jing coming towards him. He was no longer as arrogant as before.

"Give me Bailiu Order." Old Jing said lightly.

"No, what do you want Bailiu Ling to do?"

"Give it to me." Old Jing's voice became cold.

"No, unless I die..."

"Then you go and die." After the old man said that, he slapped Zhucunlun's chest with a palm. With a muffled sound of "puff", he flew backwards and fell to the ground.

"You, you..."

"Save you a breath, too." After saying that, Mr. Jing bent down and picked up Bailiu Order.

"What are you going to do?" The martial arts masters around him looked at Bai Liuling in Old Jing's hand and became a little anxious.

Old Jing looked around and all the people who touched his gaze lowered their heads, not daring to look again, not even dared to speak.

You know, most of the people who came here today were older generation masters from Japan, and the younger generation did not have the qualifications at all, but these older generation masters did not even have the courage to meet Mr. Jing’s eyes.

"What am I going to do? Haha, aren't you here to watch the fun today? Since I didn't see the expected fun, I'll ask you to see the fun elsewhere." After Mr. Jing said, his hands were wrong, and he saw that the Bailiu Order made of bronze was shattered by him.

"ah……"

"don't want……"

There were panic crys around them. They never expected that the Bailiu Order, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, would be destroyed by Jing Moxian.

"I heard that this Bailiu Order can summon martial arts masters. Is it? What's the use of summoning a group of waste? It's better to destroy it." Old Jing sneered and threw the broken Bailiu Order on the ground.

‘Puff…’, Takemura Ren spit out a mouthful of blood, stared at his eyes, and took his last breath.

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Chapter completed!