Chapter 272 Full of Flaws

"Ok?"

Lin Lang frowned, not because of the wound on his hand, but because of the star picking hand, he failed to scratch the sword of Nozawa Sword God. He originally planned to destroy the sword directly, and no matter how big it was, What is penetrating will also turn into nothingness.

"How can you be so strong!"

Nozawa Sword God was more shocked than Lin Lang. He took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "This long sword is called Yeyun Sword. It was built by Emperor Antoku and countless skilled craftsmen from all over the world. At that time, this sword was lost, and after many years, it was my master who got it."

"Even this legendary sword can only cut a wound on your body. Could it be that your horizontal training has reached the level of a great master?"

Nozawa Sword God's state of mind couldn't help but rippling. He has countless ways to kill the great master Anjin, but when encountering a grandmaster who is both horizontal and dark, it's not a matter of one plus one equals two.

Defeating may be possible, but beheading is very difficult to do.

"It turned out to be a third-grade spiritual weapon, no wonder." Lin Lang was stunned.

"But it's only interesting in this way, otherwise there is no sense of accomplishment in defeating you."

Lin Lang chuckled, not caring about the injury on his hand, and took the initiative to fly forward to attack. Nozawa Sword God also adjusted his attitude, wielding the Yeyun sword to concentrate on fighting the enemy.

The two fought hand to hand again, from the initial temptation to the fierce fighting now, the moves are coming and going, so intense. They fought more and more fiercely, and they seemed to have entered a state of ecstasy.

At the height of the Tokyo Tower, countless sword lights and sword shadows make up for it, and the scattered sword energy cuts on the Tokyo Tower, and a beam will be broken immediately. When it fell on the ground, a ravine more than half a meter deep was plowed.

A few ordinary people who were not so lucky were cut directly on their bodies by the sword energy and were cut in two. The blood that was still warm wet the clothes around them into red.

"It's horrible, is this still a human being!"

There were countless sounds of swallowing saliva, and each of them was full of fear looking at the two people who were constantly shifting and changing positions.

"This is still the aftermath of the battle. After a buffer of more than 300 meters, we can still do this. If we get closer, I'm afraid we won't even be able to watch the battle." So far, they are completely unexpected.

"The aftermath of the battle can kill people at a distance of 300 meters. I'm afraid they can use it as a sniper rifle."

This is the master, the real master! This is the reason why the master can still have a detached status even in today's world where technology is changing with each passing day and guns and ammunition dominate the world!

Alone, they can rival the lethality of a small elite army!

The fierce battle in the sky continued, and the falling sword energy gathered more and more, and in the end it was almost as dense as raindrops, destroying the ground with devastation. The ordinary people onlookers were deeply hurt by it, and fled to a distance in a panic, still terrified.

However, this did not dispel their curiosity. After escaping to a safe distance, they stretched their necks and tiptoed to watch.

As for the Dao of the Sword, the master of the Sword Dao did not dare to stand easily below, and retreated to a distance that he thought was safe. Only a true grandmaster can ignore these dense sword rains.

"What do you think of my self-made swordsmanship?" Nozawa Swordsman laughed.

Lin Lang flicked the chopped long sword away with his fingers, and his feet were erratic like a piece of duckweed: "The sword technique is not bad, but I am not qualified to force me to use the sword yet."

"It's not easy for you to improve your self-created swordsmanship to this level, but now, it's actually very easy for me to break your sword."

The two fought a hundred moves, and Lin Lang had already exhausted the number of sword skills of Nozawa Sword God. From his knowledge, creating a martial art is easy, let alone observing a self-created sword art with little knowledge.

In his eyes, the sword skills that have been seen through are almost full of loopholes, and any random spot is a fatal flaw.

"Come on, I'll let you see what's wrong with your self-created swordsmanship."

Lin Lang walked through the air with a serious face, not like lying.

"My decades of hard work, you can break it day and night, if you can break it, just come!" Nozawa Sword God sneered, raised his sword to kill, the blade trembled violently, and stabbed dozens of people forward in a moment. Below, in the fan-shaped area that the sword arc crossed, there was a little bit of coldness.

Lin Langyi was not afraid, his body directly approached the attack range of the long sword, and his fingers flicked on the sword again and again. Although the long sword continued to attack, he could still touch Lin Lang, even if it touched the corner of his clothes.

Slowly, Nozawa Sword God also realized that something was wrong. Before he attacked Lin Lang, the opponent had to devote enough energy to dodge or resist. But now he couldn't even touch the corner of Lin Lang's clothes, and the long sword repeatedly cut in the air.

"This feeling is like..." Nozawa Sword God seemed to have figured out something, his pupils shrank suddenly: "My move has been brought into his trajectory by him!"

At this moment, a cold voice behind Nozawa Sword God suddenly reached his ears.

"The first flaw."

Lin Lang pointed out lightly, and the speed of Nozawa Sword God immediately slowed down, the speed of swinging the sword was slower than that of a snail, and his moves became sluggish, not as round and smooth as before.

Nozawa Sword God's complexion changed suddenly, masters were fighting for the first line, one second was still pressing hard, and the next second might be dead. A second of hesitation was enough to kill him completely.

At this time, the cold voice sounded again.

"The second flaw."

Nozawa Sword God was hit in the back of the heart by a finger, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking sluggish.

"The third place..."

Nozawa Sword God flew upside down

, smashed the two beams at the front and rear of the Tokyo Tower, and fell into the residential houses in the distance. The house collapsed, and the surrounding area was full of smoke and dust. Only a continuous sound of collision could be heard, but no one could be seen.

"Master Sword God..."

The Japanese swordsmen cried out in unison.

"Sword God...he was defeated by Lin Youye!" A Japanese grandmaster thumped his head, feeling that his faith was completely shattered.

Nozawa Sword God, the great master of kendo, the number one powerhouse in Japan, is the idol and pursuit object of almost all swordsmanship masters. However, at this moment, under Lin Youye's hands, Nozawa Sword God was defeated just like that!

"Old Sword God." A well-known young man in the circle of Japanese warriors looked sad and couldn't help crying.

Beside him, a white-haired old man patted his neck fiercely, and said angrily: "I never saw you love your master and me so much. How could the old sword god die like this? Zhao Zilong couldn't do it back then." Kill him."

"Master, are you saying that the sword god is not dead? He hasn't exerted his full strength yet?" The boy's eyes lit up.

"That's what it means."

The white-haired master nodded.

While the two of them were talking, they saw a few bricks and tiles rolling down from the mound on the small soil slope in the center of the ruins, which was almost buried as a tomb.

boom!

The mound exploded, and a figure in ragged clothes suddenly stood up.