Bang bang...

The two of them landed on the ground at the same time, both of them were a little unsteady. Iga Changsheng sat on the stone. Wang Cheng insisted on standing there, his chest was penetrated by a sword-like weapon. A blade stained with blood was exposed on his back, and extremely sticky blood flowed out.

"master!"

"Instructor!"

"Instructor..."

"Instructor..."

Anna and others hurried over.

Wang Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and made them all stop.

Then, his left hand, which was holding the blade, suddenly pulled out the blade that penetrated his heart veins under everyone's shocked gaze.

puff!

A sound that made everyone's heart palpitations sounded.

Wang Cheng waved his hand and threw the blade that was not stained with blood next to him, pierced into the stone with a bang. After a ball of blood in his chest, it slowly stagnated and stopped bleeding.

The broken heart veins are still beating!

Wang Cheng stood straight, covered in blood, looking down at Iga Changsheng with a condescending breath, his body covered in solemn aura, and said lightly: "Iga Changsheng, you lost!"

Iga Changsheng sat on the stone and vomited several mouthfuls of sticky blood one after another. His breath became chaotic and turbid, and his whole body was also changing. His body began to become thin, no longer as tall and strong as before, and his face returned to his wrinkles again. The black head on the top of his head fell off and turned into a dry look!

He covered his chest, leaned against the stone, looked at Wang Cheng, and asked in a hurry: "Are you Huangdi Martial Arts?"

Wang Cheng nodded, then asked curiously: "Where did your secret method of rejuvenating your inner family come from?"

This really attracted his curiosity.

Rejuvenation is the dream of almost everyone throughout the ages.

"Haha...cough cough cough..."

Iga Changsheng just wanted to laugh, then he was coughed violently by the stinging pain in his body, and another mouthful of blood was spit out. Then he looked at Wang Cheng and said proudly: "Wang Cheng, you Chinese martial artists always regard themselves as orthodox Chinese martial arts, which is extremely ridiculous. Do you know that in the pre-Qin period, how many martial arts masters were there? Qin Shihuang swept the world and killed many masters? Since then, the hundred martial arts disappeared, leaving behind some masters who lived in the mountains to escape, but can these people still be considered orthodox Chinese martial arts?"

Wang Cheng was slightly stunned when he heard this.

He had thought about this question before.

The pre-Qin period was a controversy, not only were there many martial arts masters emerged at that time, but also many martial arts masters inherited from ancient times.

That era was the peak period of Chinese martial arts.

Later, Qin Shihuang personally destroyed the hundreds of martial arts schools, abolished all schools of thought, respected Confucianism who only cultivated his mind but did not cultivate martial arts, eliminated the masters of the world, and collected weapons to cast twelve golden men!

After Qin Shihuang, it can be said that Chinese martial arts almost cut off its inheritance.

Wusheng Mountain martial arts is the most complete Taoist inheritance, so it can only be strong for two thousand years. It is called the orthodox Chinese martial arts!

Now it seems that after Iga Changsheng’s statement, there seems to be other secrets?

Wang Cheng frowned, stared at Iga Changsheng, and said coldly: "What do you want to say?"

Ahem!

Iga Changsheng coughed twice again, spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were proud, and he smiled: "I laugh at you for losing your inheritance, I laugh at you for being arrogant. The true orthodox Chinese martial arts has arrived in our Japan during the Qin Shihuang period. Our Japan is the orthodox Chinese martial arts!"

"We in Japan are the essence of transformation!"

Iga Changsheng shouted this sentence with great excitement, his face red, as if he had used all his strength.

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, his heart was torn apart quickly, he stared at the other party, and asked in surprise: "You mean, when Xu Fu traveled to Japan and brought the pre-Qin martial arts?"

Anna, Lynch, Zhu Xinyong and others were also attracted and were shocked!

Is Japanese martial arts the orthodox Chinese orthodoxy?

None of them can accept it.

Iga Changsheng said proudly: "Yes, my ancestors of the Iga family were one of the branches that followed Xu Fu to cross the east, and passed on the Qin Emperor's martial arts!"

Wang Cheng clenched his fists and asked, "The Secret Method of Eternal Life?"

Iga Changsheng looked at Wang Cheng in surprise, and then felt relieved. It was not surprising that Wang Cheng could guess.

After all, when Qin Shihuang collected martial arts and many strange medicines, he wanted to pursue immortality almost everyone in the world knew about Qin Shihuang.

Iga Changsheng chuckled and said, "Yes, I have the secret method of Qin Emperor's immortality. Even if you break my heart veins, I will not die. I will repair my heart veins with my inner breath like you last time. I will become stronger by then and even understand the innate myth!"

"At that time, I will let the whole world know who is the orthodox Chinese martial arts!"

What a big ambition!

At this moment, my heart veins were broken, and Iga Changsheng was still arrogant and confident.

I saw that Dong Xingyue and a few people had quietly arrived behind Wang Cheng at this time.

Dong Xingyue reached out and slowly picked up the immortal sword on the ground. The other people rushed towards Wang Cheng quickly and pulled out the blade on his waist without mercy!

Iga Changsheng smiled proudly, as if he saw the scene of Wang Cheng dying under the blade. He believed that Wang Cheng, whose heart veins were severely damaged, was only 20% of his strength at most, and could not resist the attacks of Dongxingyue and several masters.

Anna, Lynch and others woke up from the shocked news just now and rushed over.

"Master, be careful!"

"Be careful, instructor!"

But.

Wang Cheng stood there as if he hadn't heard it, still facing his back to several masters of the Iga family.

The blade was about to fall on Wang Cheng the next moment.

Suddenly.

A white light flashed behind several masters.

Several masters of the Iga family went to the end at the same time, and their bodies were cut into two pieces by the sword light in the air. A piece of blood was scattered on the ground, and the bodies rolled at Wang Cheng's feet.

Iga Changsheng's smile instantly froze, and his eyes were shocked and dull as he looked at the cold figure holding the sword of immortality!

Dongxingyue stood steadily beside Wang Cheng with the immortal sword in his hand.

Wang Cheng looked at Iga Changsheng and asked slowly: "Iga Changsheng, now, do you still think you can go back alive? Can you still touch the innate myth? The secret method of immortality cannot save you!"

Iga Changsheng stared at the successor he chose with his own eyes, and his eyes shot a halo of sharpness and regret. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!