Ps：
Let me say something in advance here. Many people think that the swords used by sword masters are poisonous. What I want to say is that Japanese swords are collectively called swords regardless of their classification. This can be found on Baidu.
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early morning.
A morning sun rises slowly.
Pei Qing and Huanwan left the inn and walked along the waterway. In less than half a day, they finally arrived near the Guangling River.
Just as they were about to cross the river, they saw a carriage blocked in front of them. On the top of the carriage sat an old swordsman wearing Japanese clothes. He was thin and dark-skinned. He was holding a slender samurai sword with a pen on his back. First, his whole body was filled with a suffocating sword intent.
"My Lord, Miyamoto Musashi, I'm here today to ask about the sword." Miyamoto Musashi said indifferently, his tone was calm, and there was no trace of any disturbance at all, as if he was explaining a commonplace matter.
Pei Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the other person, feeling the fierce aura, and said calmly: "Stay away, don't be affected."
Immediately, he threw down the 婵婹, and took action in an instant, holding the Ming Suzaku sword and extending it. The blade of the sword passed through, bringing up a wave of blazing air, and struck towards Miyamoto Musashi.
"Sure enough, he has some strength." Miyamoto Musashi put away some contempt on his face and looked more serious.
He pulled out the samurai sword from his waist and blocked it with a slash.
"Qiang!"
Gold and iron clashed, and sparks flew to the west.
Miyamoto Musashi stepped on the roof of the carriage, and with the help of the huge impact, his body retreated, avoiding Pei Qing's sword.
The carriage was instantly torn apart by Pei Qing's sword energy, shattered into pieces, and turned into sawdust, which fell into the river.
Miyamoto Musashi stabilized his body and looked at Pei Qing solemnly. This master on the Kyushu world kendo rankings was indeed very strong.
Pei Qing didn't talk nonsense to him, and thrust out his sword again, this time faster. The sword flashed and struck like thunder.
Miyamoto Musashi quickly retreated to avoid its edge.
But this place is located on the riverside, surrounded by lakes, and he was unable to escape from the fighting immediately.
“Yuuuuuuu!!”
The speed of the two became faster and faster.
I could only barely capture some afterimages.
"Bagaya road!" Miyamoto Musashi roared angrily, swung the samurai sword in his hand fiercely, and brought out a dazzling sword light. At the same time, his figure retreated to the river surface, keeping distance from Pei Qing.
Pei Qing snorted coldly, took a step forward, and followed closely. The sword field was wide open, showing no mercy. This was not asking for the sword, but wanting to kill first.
"One slash!" Miyamoto Musashi held the katana tightly with both hands and slashed out. A sharp and sharp explosion sounded in the air. The sword energy spanned three hundred meters and slashed hard at Pei Qing like a horse.
This move is extremely fierce.
A hole dozens of feet wide was cut into the river surface, and surging waves rushed out from it, knocking the surrounding ships and shaking them, and startled countless birds.
"Romance!"
Pei Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he held out his sword. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to merge with the surrounding air. There was a vague and extremely beautiful charm in the sword technique.
One sword, one world.
The sword force and the sword energy collided together.
"Boom!!!"
The river surface shook violently, with strong winds and rain, and flying sand and rocks.
Pei Qing's feet sank slightly, and his figure rushed out again. This time, his sword moves became faster and more intense.
"Heavenly Sword!" Miyamoto Musashi said with a solemn expression, and then swung the katana in his hand suddenly. The sword was powerful, and when he slashed out, it actually attracted a dark cloud, lightning and thunder, and the power was overwhelming.
"Sure enough, he is not in vain." Pei Qing faced this sword with a stern expression. He swung the Ming Suzaku Sword in his hand, and a layer of blush appeared on the sword, exuding a hot breath, and faced Miyamoto Musashi's sword.
Bang!
The swords collided, and a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out. The river rolled and set off countless waves.
"Death!" Miyamoto Musashi seized the gap, stepped forward, and slashed down with the samurai sword in his hand. The sword was bright and cold, like a poisonous snake that wanted to kill and devour the soul.
This knife was arrogant, too weird and tricky, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
"It's a small trick." Pei Qing smiled lightly, leaned back suddenly, and avoided the fatal blow. Then, a sword stabbed out diagonally, like an antelope hanging its horns. It was extremely clever and precise in stabbing the palace. Ben Musashi's throat.
Miyamoto Musashi's expression changed drastically. With a flick of his wrist, the sword turned sharply and the blade deflected, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Poof!
The sword blade pierced his clothes and left a bloody hole on his shoulder. Although the wound was shallow, blood was flowing.
Miyamoto Musashi was horrified, secretly cursing himself for underestimating the enemy and underestimating this person's strength.
He drew his knife and retreated, keeping a distance from Pei Qing. He stared at Pei Qing, and for the first time in his life, he had the intention of retreating. The young man in front of him gave him an unmatched sense of oppression.
"Hua Nongying!"
Pei Qing did not give him a chance to breathe. The Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird Sword danced, and bright plum blossoms bloomed. Each plum blossom contained endless murderous intent and seemed to be able to strangle everything.
The forest of sword flowers enveloped Miyamoto Musashi and blocked all his escape directions.
Miyamoto Musashi did not dare to resist. He stamped his feet fiercely and jumped into the air. He looked down at Pei Qing from a high position with a murderous intent in his eyes. He waved his samurai sword, and a terrifying sword light suddenly lit up, slashing towards him. Come to Pei Qing.
"A sword and a flower make a shadow, and the spring flowers and the autumn moon are each sad." Pei Qing slowly sang in his mouth, and his body suddenly trembled. His whole body seemed to be completely integrated with the void, and he disappeared in the same place in an instant, avoiding Miyamoto Musashi. This knife.
"Where are the people?"
Miyamoto Musashi's pupils shrank sharply and he glanced westward.
"I'm here."
Suddenly, a misty voice spread throughout the world.
Miyamoto Musashi raised his head and saw Pei Qing holding the Ming Dynasty Suzaku Sword above his head, slashing down with unmatched sharpness.
Miyamoto Musashi reacted very quickly and immediately retreated.
Unfortunately, it was too late, the sword was too fast.
"laugh!"
A big head rose into the sky, scarlet blood splattered.
The majestic Fuso Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi died on the riverside of the Liyang Empire, beheaded by a sword.
This scene happened so fast that there was no time to react. Many people on the shore didn't even see clearly what happened. Miyamoto Musashi was already dead.
