Chapter 247 Hidden Sword Slash VS Iai Slash

Su Ming chose to take the initiative and use the [Thunder Flow Hidden Thunder Sword] to crush the opponent!

"The posture of this move... is very similar to the Iai Slash!?" Seeing Su Ming's posture, Tamura Ichito and Matsuno Jō were shocked and said in unison.

Tamura also stretched out his arm and shook the blade lightly.

Immediately, he sheathed the knife.

He bent over to accumulate strength, and his posture was low, like a cheetah preparing to burst before hunting.

The strength of his bones was almost integrated, and the energy contained in his spine was all condensed in the blade, ready to go.

On his gloomy face, a confident grin finally reappeared!

"Come on, let's fight again!"

"Iai is the most powerful ancient skill of my Sakura Empire. It is famous on Blue Star and everyone knows it. In this regard, you will definitely lose!"

His desire to win was also aroused, and he wanted to win once no matter what.

Su Ming didn't think so.

He looked indifferent and sneered.

"Iai... is nothing but a plagiarism of the ancient swordplay of Dragon Country."

"How can you win when the original is against the pirated one?"

Hearing such an insult, Tamura Ichito's face instantly became extremely gloomy.

Matsuno Jō behind him was so angry that he even forgot the pain at this moment.

Even though his body was cut into pieces and his limbs were broken, at this moment, he actually gritted his teeth and endured it.

For them, honor is above all else, and they do not allow anyone to slander their inherited culture!

Su Ming had heard of the morbid psychology of Sakura Country.

"Damn it, Lord Tamura, you must kill him!" Matsuno Jō roared, his voice shrill and hoarse.

"You don't have to say it." Tamura Ichito's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth actually showed a somewhat evil smile, full of infinite confidence.

"I want him to admit that the famous Iai sword slash in our Sakura Country is the strongest!" His hands trembled, as if he could not suppress the sword intent, and was about to slash out angrily.

Su Ming's eyes were dull, and he was too lazy to even talk.

What kind of cultural heritage can a country like this have?

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you care about it.

Therefore, they have such a twisted sense of defense for honor.

Su Ming wanted to smash their self-esteem head-on!

The two of them confronted each other with all their strength, and it was extremely quiet for a while, as if the air around them had stopped flowing.

A sword and a knife represent the collision of two cultures.

Buzz!

The sword god had no expression on his face, and he moved the next moment.

This sword may not be able to kill the god.

But it is enough to kill the Japanese.

Boom! !

Suddenly, the world seemed to be silent for a moment, and then it was completely swallowed by the loud noise.

The raging thunder waves exploded from the sword box, shattering all the surrounding air and forming a vacuum field.

Dense arcs spread and gushed, filling a radius of more than ten meters.

Even in the air, there was a burning thunder fire that exploded and dissipated in an instant because the temperature was too high.

The thunder was mixed with bloody murderous light, and it looked like the wrath of the gods, coming to the world.

The terrifying and violent thunder roared, and the ears of Matsuno Jō behind him were shaken to bleed.

The sword in Su Ming's hand was almost buried by the brilliant electric light, and became a ruthless killing weapon mixed with blood in the azure.

His figure disappeared in an instant, turning into countless vague afterimages, sweeping across with more than 500 sword qi.

It crushed all the trees and ground in its path into ashes.

The smoke and dust scattered, and the sword whistled.

One sword qi turned into a hundred, and went straight to the head of the Japanese pirate!

Tamura Ichito's eyes were cold, and he also drew his sword and slashed at this moment.

Swish!!

The wind whistled sharply, and a blade light turned into a long line, penetrating a radius of 50 meters.

His body also turned into a afterimage, and slashed out in a straight line.

His long sword flashed with purple lines, and it was also a diamond-quality weapon, which could greatly increase the power of his swordsmanship.

The falling leaves were all cut in half by him in an instant.

The sword-drawing technique was the skill that he and his nation were most proud of, and he would never allow himself to lose to the Dragon people in this regard.

Even in the face of Su Ming's powerful sword, he was not panicked at all, but still confident!

Samurai Tamura did have this capital, because he was a fifth-turn!

Moreover, his Wuxin Iai Slash was an epic-quality swordsmanship.

At this moment, he had no distracting thoughts in his mind, and there was only one goal in his mind, that is, to kill Su Ming!

Under this pure and extreme killing intention, the power of his sword-drawing slash could be exerted to the peak!

Matsuno Jō looked at the final duel between the two swords and felt that his eyes were going blind.

Su Ming's sword light and Lord Tamura's sword light were both dazzling and sharp, as if they could cut his eyes!

Boom! !

The moment the brilliant thunder sword energy came into contact with Tamura's blade, a loud noise was heard in the field.

Immediately, the blade and the sword energy penetrated each other.

The two turned into afterimages and passed by in an instant, each coming behind the other.

It was like a duel under the sunset in a movie.

At this moment, the sun finally rose.

The night was pierced by the light, and the dawn broke in the sky, with a hint of fish belly white.

The sword was so fast that even after the sword light passed, the broken grass and the dust in the sky were decomposed belatedly.

The sword was so powerful that it actually forced a narrow gully on the ground with overwhelming force.

Finally.

All the sword energy and blade light subsided.

Tamura's arm was straight, swinging towards the sky, still maintaining the final posture of swinging the sword.

Su Ming stood upright, pointing his sword at the ground, his eyes sharp.

Snap...

A knife mark first appeared on Su Ming's chest.

This wound was not light, because it had penetrated his skin and even cut off half of his ribs.

Even the diamond-quality rotten sword shirt could not resist the attack of this knife.

Blood stained Su Ming's clothes red.

This was a full-strength attack against the fifth turn...

Even the fifth turn of the same realm did not dare to retreat unscathed.

Su Ming was only a fourth turn, so it was naturally impossible for him to be unscathed.

Seeing this scene, Matsuno Jō's eyes showed some joy.

He just licked a few mouthfuls of the healing potion that Lord Tamura threw on the ground.

So his limbs finally healed a little bit, and grew a little bit of a baby-like embryonic form.

He used this body to wriggle and twist and crawl over, like a maggot, with a hideous smile on his face.

"My Lord, we won!" His eyes were full of ecstasy and pain, like a symphony, complex emotions, changing on his face.

"We! Won!! Hahahaha!" He couldn't help laughing, his whole body trembling.

At this moment, his soul was burning with soul fire, but as long as he could win, he would be able to get supreme honor.

So he actually held back his screams.