Suning said: "Yes."

Takeshi Miyamoto: "What is it?"

Suning smiled: "I think it's enough to use the methods I used in the last game."

The two of them asked and answered each other, and they became more and more confused, but in the next second, they finally understood the meaning of Suning's words.

The rain fell from the sky suddenly became heavy.

From the fine light rain, in a blink of an eye, it became a storm.

Under the control of the water control technique, the water and air in the entire dojo combined, condensed into a rain as big as beans, falling down with crackling sounds.

At the same time, Suning released the nameless sword intent in his body, poured it into spiritual power, decomposed it, and integrated it into the heavy rain all over the sky.

So every drop of rain became a sword.

In an instant, the temple changed from extreme tranquility to extreme movement.

The moment he sensed the familiar sword intent, Takeshi Miyamoto shouted softly and exerted all his strength. The spiritual power in his body poured into the world, and the maple leaves falling in the temple were countless times more.

From the beginning, there were only a few dozen pieces, to one hundred, five hundred, one thousand...three thousand...

In the blink of an eye, three thousand floating leaves in the field rotated rapidly, turning into extremely sharp swords and slashed towards Suning.

At the same time, there were countless times more raindrops with the sword intent of ancient people who taught the sword to fall, colliding with Miyamoto Take's maple leaves, fighting and knocking on.

“Table tennis…”

"Dinglanglanglang..."

In an instant, in the eyes of everyone, the originally quiet and "peaceful" Taoist temple was instantly submerged by countless swords and swords.

The collision of swords and swords, and the sound of interception was connected, and there were thousands of collisions in every second.

The entire battle center was even more overwhelmed by a sudden change.

People could hardly see the two figures clearly, and they could only see the violent rainstorm falling down, and a layer of "white smoke" was produced on the bluestone ground...

Countless red maple leaves are swaying, flying and falling in the storm.

At this moment, both sides were completely unreserved and released the spiritual power in their bodies frantically, so that in the eyes of many young disciples, even maple leaves could not be captured.

Only the red ones collided with the white ones.

Two different color blocks are like bulls fighting, desperately spreading their "sphere of influence" to the other party's territory.

"This...this is..."

Feeling the shocking scene, all the masters of the family lost their composure.

Especially those older ones, regardless of their image, opened their mouths and stared at their eyes, as if their lifelong understanding of "Swordsmanship" had completely collapsed at this moment!

Is this kendo?

Is this considered kendo?

They really want to ask loudly, how could humans use swords to this level?

The two Miyamoto brothers are already the second generation of the clan, but the swords that can be controlled at the same time are not as good as those of any one of the two sides of the battle.

"Cultivation...spiritual power... immortals... extraordinary..."

At this moment, witnessing this inhuman collision, many people who had not yet recognized the changes in the times, these words reappeared in their minds.

It emerged that Miyamoto Takeshi said many times, the changes of the times.

Something started to collapse.

At the same time, feeling the familiar and unfamiliar power coming from the field, another thing began to sprout.

The old men's eyes were vague, not knowing what they were thinking.

The neutrals looked at the light and shadow on the field in shock, and their minds were swaying.

The opposition fell silent and their expressions were shaken.

The young boys showed yearning on their faces, and their eyes were flashing with "longing" light.

At the gate, Yokoi, who was still tied with hands and feet, was burly and stubble, was "squirming" like a bug, and squeezed open the door to the dojo:

"It's raining, can you please give me an umbrella..."

He had just spoken halfway, and his throat seemed to be pinched, looking at the scene on the field in a daze, as if it was petrified.

In the front of the crowd, Shirley yelled and warmed her hands. When she saw the "white" range gradually pushing the "red" into the corner, her face showed a proud smile:

"Senior is indeed the best."

"Table tennis...dang..."

The intersection of the entire storm lasted only a few dozen seconds and then slowly slowed down.

As the last maple leaf was wet by the cold rain, it fell to the ground.

This special showdown has come to an end.

The rainstorm is over, coming quickly and going faster.

The bluestone floor was covered with a layer of rain, and ripples disappeared from each other.

The dull maple leaves covering the ground disappeared one after another.

The kirin poked the golden spear in the center of the field and hanged it with rain, as if it had been washed.

Perhaps because of the forced extraction of too much rain, a harmonious hole collapsed on the top of the temple.

The bright night sky behind it is revealed.

The white moonlight overflowed from the entrance of the cave, illuminating the temple after the rain and even illuminating Suning, wearing a long black windbreaker.

"I lost." Takeshi Miyamoto said weakly, with a pale face.

No anger, no smile.

He finally waited for the result he wanted.

The field fell into a strange silence. Under the moonlight, this temple that has experienced countless winds and rains was so quiet that it was unreasonable.

The number one master of swordsmanship, who has stood in Japan for thousands of years, finally ushered in a long-lost failure or a new life when the new era began.

"Take it." Suning no longer maintained his domineering and arrogantness, and unexpectedly used this humble saying.

Immediately, the audience burst into a loud bang.

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Chapter completed!