Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

On the top of the mountain, an old man was sitting on his knees, wearing only a gray-brown warrior uniform. It was as if he couldn't feel the cold at all, letting the cold wind blow over his body, blowing away the large warrior uniform. It must be hunting.

On his right hand side, a very long samurai sword lay there quietly. Mottled traces of time remained on the scabbard, which showed its age. The handle of the sword was white and shiny due to years of use.

This katana has been carried by Murai Hirono since his debut. It has never been half a step away from him. It can be said that even when he sleeps, he always falls asleep with this katana in his arms.

Murai Hirono slowly opened his eyes, looked at Du Hao floating in front of him, smiled and said, "Do you know why I made an appointment with you at Akina Mountain?"

Without waiting for Du Hao to answer, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the people below who were watching: "I watched most of these Japanese warriors grow up, and they even respect me."

"I protect Japan and Japan not only to allow this country to exist for a long time, but also to see more strong people like me emerge."

"Du Xuan 'Yu', do you understand what I mean?"

There was no fighting spirit in his eyes, and he looked extremely calm, just like a real old man in his twilight years, with only the silence and silence of the years.

Du Hao looked down at those people and saw that they were all looking at him from a distance, and some were even pointing at him, as if they were still discussing why he could fly.

Du Hao nodded slightly: "Now that you understand their conspiracy, why continue this meaningless battle?"

He could guess that the other party said this obviously because he also expected that today's battle would definitely not be as peaceful as they imagined.

Murai Hirono smiled very warmly: "As I said three days ago, only the strong can be respected by others."

"If any of them dare to come here to plot against us, it shows that we are not strong enough."

"If we are strong enough to make a country fear us, then we will be truly strong!"

He stretched out his old hand and said to Du Hao from a distance: "Strong man, you are not, and neither am I."

Du Hao put his hands behind his back, feeling neither happy nor sad, as if even such words could not move him: "So?"

Murai Hirono admired Du Hao's calmness very much, nodded and smiled: "You can be so calm, it is obvious that you have realized this problem, then, let's have a fight."

"This battle is not about life and death, win or lose, it is just a martial arts competition between you and me."

"At the same time, let's smash all the 'conspiracies' of these people."

He picked up the samurai sword at hand, stood up, and bowed deeply to Du Hao.

From Kono Hatsuyuki, Du Hao had already learned that the old man in front of him was a real person who cared about Japan.

He is not like some right-wing people nowadays who retain the most traditional ideas, but he truly cares about people's livelihood and thinks about the people.

Regardless of national conflicts, such an approach and such an old man are worthy of respect!

What a sage!

Now, Du Hao also understood that by bowing, he was asking himself to help him enter the divine realm.

Not a stepping stone, not a whetstone, but to help him and give him a hand!

After Murai Hirono paid his respects, the two stood looking at each other for a long time.

Du Hao paused and asked, "Why did you choose to let me help you?"

"Because, Kono Hatsuyuki."

As soon as these words came out,

He didn't say the specific reason, and directly pulled out the katana in his hand with a clang.

The light of the sword flashed, and the cold air 'forced' people!

This kind of cold air is very strange. You can clearly feel that it is an air that is as cold as ice, but when you look deeper, you feel that it is unbearably hot.

It seems to be changing back and forth between extreme cold and extreme heat!

Murai Hirono clenched the katana in his hands and held it in front of his chest. His whole temperament changed and became much sharper than before. Even the cold air that originally blew over his body was also affected by this kind of... The breath was disturbed, and they all bypassed his body.

"Jun Xuan Yu, please!"

The sage invites a battle!

Should respond!

Du Hao could hear that the blood flowing in Murai Hirano's body was like a roaring sea with turbulent waves; the muscles all over his body were like lead, steel and iron bones; the energy he radiated The spirit is like a mountain, simple and thick!

This Japanese kendo master has been trapped in the master realm for many years. His spirit, body, and blood have all been polished to the peak state, and he can even compete with the real monks in the fake alchemy realm!

When he reaches this state, it is called the "half-step divine state", which is the area between the real foundation-building stage and the false elixir state. It seems to be the foundation-building great perfection and the false elixir state.

And he only needs an opportunity to surpass the foundation building stage in one fell swoop and reach the fake elixir realm!

This opportunity is Du Hao!

Du Hao smiled, as if the person standing in front of him was not an old man in the master realm, but a real human power in the starry sky!

His spirit is worthy of Du Hao's respect!

With a wave of his right hand, a long and ancient sword appeared in his hand.

The scabbard is like a piece of rotten wood, but the naked blade exposed from the scabbard is dazzling with cold light, and it is emitting a faint blue flame. It is extremely beautiful in the night sky.

Yan Mo Dao!

The appearance of this magical sword made Hirono Murai's pupils shrink.

Naturally, he has heard of the evil reputation of Yan Mo Dao!

"Damn it! Yan Mo Dao!"

"I have long heard that the magic sword hidden deep in China was captured by Du Xuan Yu. I never expected that he actually wanted to use the Yama Sword to fight Master Murai. This Du Xuan Yu is so despicable!"

"Hmph! If he really dares to use the power of the Yama Sword, even if he defeats Master Murai, he will still be defeated!"

"Change weapons! Change weapons!"

When many Japanese warriors below saw it, they shouted unfairly, and some foreigners who didn't think it was a big deal also responded.

"Yam Demon Sword? What is that?" Liu Da, who had just walked up the mountain, couldn't help but wonder when he heard the people around him saying this. At the same time, he also wanted to know, what were they looking at in the sky?

Watching birds?

The blonde and blue-eyed beauty standing next to him gently moved her hair and showed a bright smile: "The Yan Mo Dao is of course the knife in Du Xuan Yu's hand, oh yes, It's such a long distance and it's so dark that you might not be able to see it, so let me help you."

As she said that, she hooked her little hand and waved it in front of Liu Da's eyes. Liu Da's body trembled and his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

"He, he, he...is he a human? Why can he fly!"

When he saw Du Hao's figure, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

The blond woman smiled faintly and said nothing, but looking at the figure in the sky, she felt a bit profound.

"I don't know how many forces will be unable to bear it today..."