Hearing Dugu Jian's words, Liu Shengyijian's eyes lit up, and his cheeks showed a look of surprise and said: "I didn't expect to be able to meet you here."

It just so happens that I have been practicing swords under the sea for ten years.

The sword in my hand should also be the time to really see blood.

Killing a group of weak people insulted a sword that I had been sharpening at the bottom of the sea for five years.

Only a top swordsman of the Ming Dynasty like you will not insult my sword!"

For the Wokou who was being slaughtered, Liu Sheng did not look at a single sword.

These wakou are gone, and with his reputation as a sword in Dongying, it is just a breeze to recruit lower-class samurai and ronin.

Compared to being able to fight with a Daming Dynasty Sword Saint like Dugu Jian, it was nothing at all.

Even if he dies ten times more, Liu Sheng will not feel any pity with a sword.

He would dive into the bottom of the sea every day to practice his sword, and the cycle had been repeated for ten years.

He also wanted to see what kind of point he had reached in the past ten years of sword training and the sword in his hand.

And now, it's time to test his kendo!

For a swordsman like Liu Sheng Yijian, nothing was more important than fighting Dugu Jian, a Ming Dynasty Sword Saint.

"You practice swords?"

Hearing this, Dugu Jian looked at Liu Sheng Yijian indifferently and said.

"Yes, I naturally practice swords. "

"I, Liu Sheng, have a sword, and I am the top swordsman in Dongying!"

"If you are the Daming Dynasty Sword Saint, my Liu Sheng One Sword is the Dongying Sword Saint!"

Liu Sheng Yijian frowned, and said to Dugu Jian with a straight face: "Do you think that the sword saint of my Dongying small country, like your Daming Dynasty sword saint?"

Hearing Liu Sheng's words, Dugu Jian's cheeks showed contempt and said: "The old man really looks down on you, and the old man looks down on you, but it's not just the sword saint of your small Dongying small country.

You are a Martial Saint Realm-level existence, supporting the Wokou, killing my Daming people, and the old man looks down on you, shouldn't you?"

Liu Sheng fell silent with a sword.

"The old man looks down on you, and it's not just that. "

"You also deserve to call yourself a Sword Saint?"

"The sword in my hand is just a copy of our Tang Dao. "

"You practice swords, not swords, but you have to say that you are a sword, you have to say that you are a sword master. "

Dugu Jian sneered and said dismissively.

"No, I think you misunderstood, in our Dongying, the knife is the sword. "

"You can look down on me for supporting the Wokou and mutilating the people of Daming. "

"I am a small school in Dongying, only plunder, and my Liu Sheng family is not just me. "

"I apologize to you for that. "

"However, you can't insult the sword in my hand. "

"You can't insult the kendo of our Dongying swordsmen. "

Hearing Dugu Jian's words, Liu Sheng Yijian's face became solemn, as if he said with divine intent.

"I'm sorry, the old man insulted your Dongying swordsman's kendo. "

"You Dongying swordsmen are not worthy of being called swordsmen. "

"Your kendo is not worthy of being called kendo in front of the old man, a great Ming Dynasty sword saint. "

"You are the biggest insult to the swordsman, kendo!"

Dugu Jian righteously scolded Liu Sheng with a sword.

"There is a saying in your Ming Dynasty that different ways do not conspire against each other. "

"We are different, so we can only prove who we are right and who is wrong with the sword in our hands." (Read violent novels, just go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

Liu Sheng's right hand, which had already been lowered, once again held the hilt of the sword on his waist, and solemnly said to Dugujian: "Please enlighten!"

"Shoot, if the old man makes a move, you won't even have a chance to make a move." "

Hearing Liu Sheng's words, Dugu Jian smiled indifferently and said.

From beginning to end, he did not put Liu Sheng Yijian, the so-called Dongying swordsman, in his eyes.

This is his strength as a sword saint of the Daming Dynasty!

He will see what a real swordsman is and what is a real kendo.

A wisp of cold color flashed in Liu Sheng's sword eyes, and when he stepped out, the whole person was already striking towards Dugu Jian, so fast that it seemed that there were one afterimage after another.

As he sprinted, the momentum on Liu Sheng's sword became more and more terrifying.

When Liu Sheng's sword appeared only a few meters away from Dugu Jian, the momentum on his body had already reached its peak.

"Kill!"

Liu Sheng drank loudly with a sword, his right hand was already unsheathed, this knife cut out, all the momentum was actually integrated into this knife, making this knife seem to cut out of the monstrous waves, cut out a terrifying tsunami.

This sword is the real outbreak of Liu Sheng's sword practice at the bottom of the sea for ten years!

The momentum, the meaning of the sea rushing, are all integrated into this knife.

Seeing Liu Sheng's sword, Dugu Jian's right hand held the hilt of Wushuang's sword.

Airplanes!

Wushuang Sword was shaken, as if he felt Dugu Jian's disdain for Dongying swordsman, disdain for Dongying Dao, and he couldn't wait to unsheath it, let Liu Sheng see what is the real sword and what is the real sword.

"Sword Twenty-Two!"

Dugu Jian unsheathed his sword with his right hand and drank loudly.

This sword seemed to have countless sword qi towards Liu Sheng's sword.

Under Dugu Jian's sword twenty-two, the sword qi of 890 Liu Sheng's sword instantly dissolved.

Liu Sheng's cheeks showed shock, he didn't expect that he had been practicing swords at the bottom of the sea for ten years, and there was such a big gap compared to Dugu Jian.

Under the attack of sword qi, Liu Sheng's sword was directly torn apart by this sword qi.

For a moment.

Liu Sheng Yijian, a top swordsman in Dongying, had already disappeared without a trace, and was completely killed by Dugu Jian's sword twenty-two.

The matchless sword above Dugu Jian's right hand slowly fell into its sheath, his face was flat, and he said as easily as if he had just killed an ant: "The old man said, in front of the old man, this sword saint, you are not worthy of being called a swordsman." "

His gaze was already looking at Cheng Yifei and the others, watching them kill the Dongying Wokou on the last island.

After killing all the Dongying Wokou, Cheng Yifei had already arrived in front of Dugu Jian with three hundred Blood Sword Guards, arched his hand at him, and said, "Senior Dugu, all the Wokou on this island have been killed, and there is not a single one left!"

"Good, let's go, let's go to the next place. "

"Be sure to clean up all the wokou in the shortest possible time. "

Hearing Cheng's words, Dugu Jian nodded and said to him.