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"Xue, give him a sword!"

The old man suddenly preached to Kawano Xue, Kawano Xue nodded, and walked to the right side of the hall, beside a sword stand.

Chapter 382: Arrogance!

There is a row of samurai swords on the sword stand. The surface of these samurai sword scabbards glows with a faint silver light. The surface is made of shark skin, which looks extraordinary at first glance.

Although these samurai swords on the sword stand are not bad, they are far from the samurai sword that Miyamoto put on his knee.

However, the competition of swordsmanship is not based solely on whose sword is sharper.

A truly powerful person can defeat an opponent holding a peerless sword with a dead tree branch.

Kawano Yuki casually drew a samurai sword from the sword stand, then walked to Lu Yun's side, and handed the samurai sword to Lu Yun in a rude manner.

Lu Yun ignored Kawano Yuki's slightly angry eyes staring at him, and took the samurai sword calmly.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Lu Yun gently pulled the samurai sword out of the scabbard, a cold light from the blade shone on Lu Yun's face.

This time, it was not wooden swords fighting each other, but genuine sharp swords. The fight was not about victory or defeat, but about life and death.

Kawano Yuki seemed to know this too. She was a little worried, and turned to Miyamoto to plead:

"Senior Miyamoto, although this guy is hateful, he is not guilty of death. I hope you can show mercy."

When Miyamoto saw that Kawano Yuki was leaning towards Lu Yun, for some reason, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

Kawano Xue was the girl he grew up with, so he naturally loved Kawano Xue.

Now, Kawano Xue actually has a heart of favor for other men, this Miyamoto is still like marrying the daughter raised by himself to someone else.

If the opponent is a man from the cake country, Miyamoto is still acceptable.

But he knew that Lu Yun was a Chinese swordsman.

Cake Kingdom and Huaxia have irresolvable grievances.

Naturally, Miyamoto would not allow Kawano Xue and Lu Yun to come together. The only way to stop him was to kill him.

Murderous intent emerged in Miyamoto's eyes, and his old eyes were like sharp swords, looking directly at Lu Yun.

"He dares to challenge me, so he should be prepared to be killed by me in advance. In my hands, there are only dead souls under the sword, and there are no surrenders!"

Miyamoto's face was proud, and he continued: "It is precisely because you are so outstanding at such a young age that I want to kill you in the cradle."

"If you wait until you grow up, your country's swordsmanship will not be suppressed by your Huaxia. This is something I will never allow."

Miyamoto spoke continuously, and every time he said a word, his eyes became more murderous.

In the back, everyone present could feel the substantial killing intent emanating from Miyamoto Takashi.

Seeing this, Kawano Xue couldn't help but turn slightly pale. She felt a little regretful in her heart. If she knew this, she shouldn't have let Lu Yunlai compete with Miyamoto Shang.

Seeing Miyamoto's appearance like this, Lu Yun didn't feel any pressure.

He smiled softly, with a calm demeanor, and said:

"Old man, who will live and who will die, is not sure. Once you have an old bone, it's time to die!"

"Insanity!"

Hearing Lu Yun's words, Miyamoto's brows stood erect, and anger welled up in his eyes.

He is a majestic master of swordsmanship in the pastry country, and he is recognized as the number one swordsman in the pastry country. Even the prime minister of the pastry country, Beizo, wants to buy some face from him.

When had he ever seen someone dare to talk to him so arrogantly.

As the saying goes, a master cannot be humiliated. He is a majestic master of swordsmanship. He was ridiculed by Lu Yun. At this moment, the anger in his heart was already overwhelming.

But he forgot that although Lu Yun was young, he was already a swordsman who was not weaker than him.

"Today, I will solve a major hidden danger in the future for my cake country!"

Miyamoto stood up from the tatami, holding a samurai sword in his hand that he never left his body.

This samurai sword, the surface of the blade looks very old, it seems to be an antique samurai sword.

But before the knife was out of its sheath, there was a forceful sharpness bursting out from the blade, which was frightening.

"I want to use this demon sword, Murame, to end the life of a kendo genius like you. Feel honored."

Miyamoto shouted violently, and suddenly drew the knife with one hand, and the knife came out of the sheath, and the cold light spread throughout the space, making everyone present roll their eyes involuntarily.

"This is actually Demon Sword Village Rain!"

Kawano Yuki concealed her small mouth, and blurted out inexplicably in shock.

The technique of forging swords in the Cake Country is very famous all over the world.

In the past, the military officers of Bing Kingdom during World War II, every heavy-weight military officer would wear a samurai sword made by a famous craftsman to represent power and majesty.

Among all the famous knives in Bing Country, Murasame's knives can be ranked in the top three.

It is said that after Murasame kills someone with this knife, water droplets will automatically form on the knife to wash away the blood, so it is called Demon Sword Murasame.

However, most people think that the Yaodao Murura is just a legendary item and does not exist in reality.

Unexpectedly, the samurai sword in Miyamoto's hand was the famous demon sword Murasame.

Kawano Yuki carefully recalled that in the past, she always asked Miyamoto what was the name of the samurai sword that Miyamoto never left, but Miyamoto was always silent.

Now that I think about it, the reason why Miyamoto was unwilling to answer was naturally because he was afraid that Kawanoyuki would not believe it, and that she would beg to pull Murasame out of the scabbard to have a look.

Once the Yaodao Muramura is pulled out, he must drink human blood, either the enemy's blood or his own blood.

Kawano Xue regretted it very much now, and regretted letting Lu Yun come to the competition.

Miyamoto still has the demon sword Muramame in his hand, coupled with the strength of his own master of swordsmanship, the chance of Lu Yun winning is very small.

Lu Yun looked directly at Miyamoto's coldly shining Murura, with a calm expression on his face, he said: "A real and powerful swordsman will not rely on famous swords and sharp weapons."

"Back then, the ancient Chinese swordsman Ye Gucheng, with a dead wood branch in his hand, still killed the city with blood and blood. This is the real peerless swordsman, and you are not worthy!"

Lu Yun lifted his eyes slightly, and looked at Miyamoto Shang with a little contempt.

"you wanna die!"

Miyamoto was furious in his heart, and with a clang, Murasame was completely unsheathed. He held Murasame in his hand, and a burst of energy locked onto Lu Yun, and Murasame stabbed quickly in his hand.