The headquarters of the Kendo Alliance is not in any martial arts hall, not in the office building, but in the Shadao villa area in the center of Huacheng.

Of course, the headquarters of the Kendo Alliance is not likely to be a villa, but in an open area of ​​the villa area, a brick house with a taste of Beijing is built hard! Antique, very charming.

Although this kendo alliance was a joke in the rivers and lakes before Liu Yunduo did not come to the ally, there was no real master sitting in the town, saying that it was a group of people who couldn’t do it.

But this group of rabble, they do not have martial arts. Money, really!

Like a dude of the Soviet Union men, they use a very common saying to describe that they are poor and only have money left. Nothing but money.

Therefore, this group of people united, directly ignoring the cost of the cost, for the Kendo Union this sign can pull the wind, built a set of antique buildings here.

Although the floor space of this courtyard house is not as large as that of the Central National Museum in Beijing, it is also nearly 2,000 square meters. The yard is very large. What kind of competition activities are carried out by the Kendo Alliance on weekdays are all carried out here.

This time, Liu Yunduo and Miyamoto are really more than the test site, and naturally it is here.

As the rising sun rises, Chaoyang slowly emerges from the east skyline, and the glory of the Xiaguang hangs in front of the courtyard of the courtyard of the traditional plaque of the kendo alliance.

"Master, it is here." Yamamoto said.

Miyamoto really looked up and saw a few large characters on the plaque on the iron painting silver hook. There was a glimpse of the kendo in the inside, and the dragon danced.

"Huaxia's Chinese characters are indeed magical, especially traditional characters. They are more connotative than the words of our country. These words should be specifically written by a kendo high handwriting." Miyamoto really stopped and the yard Before, look up and look at the plaque.

The real Japanese kendo master, as long as the heart is right. They will not deliberately devalue China and raise themselves.

Or. They can look down on the current China, but in history, they will absolutely respect it. Because Japanese culture and even martial arts and kendo are deeply influenced by China, many of their things have been passed down from China.

At this point, Japan is much better than the stick country.

"Unfortunately, their ancestors are very powerful, but they are not as good as one generation. There is no one to follow." Shan Ben Ruo Shui is quite proud of the cold voice.

Miyamoto really smiled, this time did not deny the view of Yamamoto.

Because in his view, there are still many hermits in the land of China and China, and there are still many people with lofty ideals. But it is undeniable that they are no longer the ancient kingdom of the DPRK, saying that it is not as good as one generation, it is not too much.

Miyamoto is a true one, and my heart is full of awe in the master of China. It is because of the quality of a warrior. But from the attitude. He didn't think that this trip to the sword would lead to a master who defeated him.

This time, he is coming to defeat people. After grinding the sword, I cast the ‘undefeable sword heart’, and then went back to the final battle with Liu Shengzong!

In the eyes of Miyamoto, his opponent is only Liu Shengzong, and no one else.

"Let's go!" Miyamoto really opened the door and strode forward, and Yamamoto had a small step behind the water.

Oh...

The door made a sound. Not big, but like a thunder, let the people in the yard wearing black practice clothes and swords jumped and looked at the door.

"It’s so early!" The Soviet Union’s men were among the first. The whisper cursed: "Mom, can this guy be forced to die?"

This guy's mouth has always been exported. Because this one is offended, I don’t know how many people, what I want to say. He has no good feelings about Miyamoto. Only the sense of evil, naturally, this means his heart is not good.

"Hey, who are you looking for? What do you want to do?" Although I guessed who the two were, what the intention was, but the Soviet Union men still pretended not to know, and went over and asked lazily.

"Miyamoto is really true. Come to the Liu Yunduo lord, fight!" Miyamoto replied faintly.

It is not Japanese, but Mandarin!

"Oh, you are the apprentice who was smashed by our lord's sword, and then the patriarch of the Miyamoto family who came here to protect the short-term revenge, Miyamoto is true?" The long sword in the hands of Su Meng's man waving freely and smiling With Miyamoto a true two, the taste is full.

This guy is used to it, no matter who he is, it is such a cynical look. If you say it, you will have to vomit blood at any time, and you can't wait to beat this person.

However, the Soviet Union male is a wise man. He will not arbitrarily force the stone to hit the stone. If the object of this palace is to challenge him, he will certainly not dare to do so.

But today he is not a person who participates in the fight, there is no fear, anyway, Miyamoto really does not dare to take him. He is so arrogant, this kind of shameless old things, maybe he can mess with his state of mind, for the sake of waiting for Liu Yunduo to take advantage of it.

After all, when the swordsman compares, the state of mind is very important, and it is a factor that affects the strength of play.

"Gossip!" The temperament of the icy mountain, if the water could not help but scream, was organized by Miyamoto.

"Your ally? She took my gauntlet and said that she wants to fight with me today. Isn’t she afraid to come out now, so will you send a few shrimps and crabs to come out?" Miyamoto is a faceless expression. Continue to ask.

Shrimp soldiers will be?

Hearing this adjective, several young sword-swords in the yard could not help but be annoyed. The Soviet Union men secretly sneaked a slap in the old guy's old scorpion and sneered: "Our lord can defeat Miyamoto Fujino with a sword and leave an unforgettable scar on his face. Naturally, he will not be afraid of his master. Miyamoto is true! Because the goal of our lord at the beginning is the so-called Japanese second-knife first man, Miyamoto!"

"However, if you are really Miyamoto, our lord will definitely come out to fight. But, if you are not? How do you prove that you are Miyamoto, at least you have to brush two swords to show us Are you real goods? Brothers, are you saying that?" The Soviet Union men are not afraid to be a man, and they can come up with such excuses at this time.

This is not a big deal. After all, now this society, not even a visa have to prove that your mother is your mother?

Several other people know very well that the Soviet Union is a man, and naturally he will follow his words. Everyone smiled and said: "Yes! The mouth is not worthy. Why do you say that you are a true Miyamoto, I also said that I am the sword of the sword, Liu Shengzong. Is it true?"

It is no wonder that things are grouped together in groups. These few scorpions are really not ordinary people. No one is a fuel-efficient lamp with the guys of the Soviet Union.

Anyway, they have no real book of Miyamoto, no sign of life and death, and even they are not martial arts. Even if Miyamoto is really strong, the strength of suppressing them ten times, a hundred times, it is impossible to kill them.

The parents of these people. But there are people with heads and faces, which can be easily killed.

Miyamoto's real brow wrinkled, and there was no angry expression on his face.

But Yamamoto can't help it. Her master is in her mind, but it is a sacred and inexplicable existence. How can these shrimps and crabs be insulted?

Therefore, if Yamamoto is angry, he bends down and holds a hand on the samurai handle of her waist. Shen Sheng said: "Master, please allow me to go out and pack these guys!"

Miyamoto did not want to have a general knowledge of the Soviet Union men, but these people are really not like words. If you don’t pick them up, it’s not easy to see Liu Yunduo, so he nodded.

choke!

Yamamoto's hands are quickly and incomparably pulled out from the waist. I sneered at the men of the Soviet Union and said: "Since you dare to doubt the skills of my master, let me show you how powerful! Who will come to fight!"

The Soviet Union men saw a glimpse, and then a happy face.

He certainly can't beat Miyamoto, but he can't beat Miyamoto, the real brother of the uterus. However, in front of this delicate, the woman who is about the same age as him, can he still beat it?

He said that he is also the ally of the previous Kendo League. It’s not really an embroidered pillow, there is still a sword repair!

"Chick. Since you want to play, then I will accompany you! When you don't cry, you can stop bullying." I am a proud smile.

"Received the move!" The Soviet Union's male sword trembled and stepped on the footsteps. It was a bit quiet if the singer moved out of the rabbit's position. The fast and incomparable sword spurred toward the mountain.

clang! clang! clang!

Although neither of them is a big master, it is indeed a good hand, the speed of the shot is very fast, and the sword is also very subtle.

However, the Soviet Union men who felt that they were winning at the beginning were too aggressive in a short blink of an eye.

His sword is not slow, but in the face of the double-knife flow has been a good-looking mountain, if the water, the double knife in her hands is simply playing the beauty, the double knife is sometimes interlaced, sometimes roaring, so dazzling, let the Soviet Union male It can only be resisted from the beginning and is completely crushed.

Ten strokes are not available.

boom!

Su Meng men's sword cross file, Yamamoto Rushui double knife cross, from the Soviet Union's men's sword tip to the direction of the detour, suddenly arrived at the position of the hilt, and then fiercely screamed, double knife down.

"Sow it!"

The Su-Meng man, who had a blushing rash, couldn’t really hold his own sword again. His fingers spread and he stepped back under the force of the force. At the same time, the sword was smashed.

"Dare to insult my Master, give you some lessons to taste!" Yamamoto if the water is cold and a pretty face, step forward, the right hand of the samurai knife cut toward the Soviet Union's thigh.

Just then, the yard was like a wind blowing.

Yamamoto, who had just been slashing down, had a samurai sword in his hand, and he was just like the Soviet Union’s man, and he was directly thrown away.

When Yamamoto was shocked by the water and was about to squat with her left hand, Miyamoto behind her suddenly slammed, and one hand grabbed her shoulder with lightning and pulled her back quickly.

"You are not her opponent."

Miyamoto's eyes are brightly staring at the long hair fluttering, stepping on a pair of embroidered shoes, Liu Yunduo, nodded and said: "Very good. I did not expect that you have reached this step, it seems that today's comparison, I need to take it seriously!" (To be continued)