Zhao Yuqing is on the top of the mountain, with white snow under her feet and a hazy sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Is lovesickness far away?

Not far away!

Lovesickness is in my heart, so how can it be far away?

A bitter smile appeared above the corner of Zhao Yuqing's mouth and looked out at the end of the world.

Suddenly!

A cold wind blows on my face!

Zhao Yuqing frowned slightly and looked sideways. A man in black in a warrior uniform had appeared behind her at some point.

"This lady, my young master. I want to invite you to have a drink. I wonder if I can enjoy my face?"

Zhao Yuqing's answer is still concise.

"Not interested!"

Saburo Nozawa was a little angry and said coldly: "Since the lady is unwilling to give her a look, don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly pulled out the samurai sword and tried to force Zhao Yuqing to follow her.

However, Zhao Yuqing still didn't look at him in front of her eyes, but just quietly looked into the distance.

Saburo Nozawa seemed to have noticed that the girl ahead who looked like a fairy was definitely not an ordinary girl who could be at his mercy.

However, Bushido's fearless spirit still allowed him to move forward.

When Zhao Yuqing was still ten steps away, Saburo Nozawa asked again: "Miss beautiful, I'll ask you for the last time, should you take the initiative to follow me, or would you let me take you away?"

Zhao Yuqing slanted her eyes and glanced at him coldly.

"Noisy, get out of here!"

Before he could finish his words, he drew his sword with his backhand, like a long rainbow that penetrated the sun, slashing over it.

Saburo Nozawa was shocked when he saw the situation and subconsciously turned back to block the knife.

He is a supreme ninja, his strength is roughly the peak of internal strength, and he can't stop Zhao Yuqing's sword at all.

A crisp sound was heard. The samurai sword in Saburo Nozawa's hand was slashed in half. Even the arm holding the knife was neatly cut off.

This is the result of Zhao Yuqing being kind-hearted, unwilling to kill, and deliberately keeping her back.

Otherwise, this sword alone can make his head fall to the ground.

Nozawa Saburo looked at his broken knife and his broken arms, and was so scared that he trembled all over and looked panicked.

"roll!"

Zhao Yuqing said another word coldly.

Nozawa Saburo felt relieved, so he hugged his broken arm and rolled down the mountain in a mess.

After being swept away Yaxing by a slut, Zhao Yuqing looked around in the spot for a while and then prepared to go down the mountain.

Suddenly!

The cold wind suddenly rises!

The sea of ​​clouds formed an inverted vortex, which looked very strange.

Zhao Yuqing realized an unprecedented danger, and her face became solemn in an instant, and she pressed her one hand tightly on the hilt of the sword.

"Who is sneaking in the dark, get out!"

"Hehe, it's not bad. At a young age, he is already in a realm of transformation and a pure Yin body. God really helps me. According to the old saying in China, I really look for it without any effort to find it!"

As the gloomy voice sounded, a thin figure was seen, hunched over and slowly walked into Zhao Yuqing's sight.

Zhao Yuqing frowned and shouted in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

"I am Takeo Miyamoto, the former head of the Iga Sword Sect, they all call me Sword Saint!"

The old man's turbid eyes burst out with a proud and splendor.

"Little girl, if you can come here, you are also destined to be with me. So, I am going to give you a great fortune, are you willing?"

Zhao Yuqing looked at Takeo Miyamoto vigilantly and asked in a voice: "What great luck?"

Takeo Miyamoto looked at the entrance of Mount Fuji, stretched out three fingers, and said tremblingly: "In another three days, divine thunder will be descended from the sky and the earth will spray divine fire. I need a pure Yin woman who is proficient in swordsmanship to practice with me, attract the thunder and fire of heaven and earth, and break through the shackles. I have been searching for twenty years, but I have no results yet. Fortunately, God has mercy on me and sent you here!"

When he finished his last sentence, he couldn't help but feel proud and laughed to the sky.

Zhao Yuqing was so scared that her delicate body trembled and shouted in a cold voice: "You are dreaming!"

Before she finished speaking, the long sword in her hand turned into a shocking rainbow and slashed towards Takeo Miyamoto.

Takeo Miyamoto didn't move at all, and even dodged, just looking at Zhao Yuqing with a smile.

"boom!"

This sword slashed Miyamoto Takeo's body-protecting energy, as if he grabbed a stone and threw it into the vast sea, but it only splashed a very small layer of waves.

Takeo Miyamoto looked at the faint sword marks on his body-protecting energy, squinted his eyes and praised.

"You have good at sword skills. Who is your master? You can teach you such an amazing disciple!"

When Zhao Yuqing heard Takeo Miyamoto's words, Li Chen's figure immediately appeared in her mind.

All she learned was taught by Li Chen. It is worthy of saying that Li Chen is her master.

"Just based on you, you are not worthy of knowing my master's name!"

After saying this proud sentence, Zhao Yuqing raised her sword with both hands.

"Dang clang!"

The sword shadow roared like a dragon's roar. Under the reflection of the white snow, it was like a colorful rainbow, shining brightly. In an instant, it blocked the sun in the sky.

Immediately, a bright moon rose slowly, sprinkling a cold afterglow, like a clear spring dripping on her sword's edge, and connected with it.

"Moonlight Kill!"

This sword was like a comet attacking the moon, a white rainbow penetrated the sun, and a warehouse eagle hit the hall. In an instant, it took away the light of the entire world, just like the bright moon falling down rapidly, floating and falling into the world.

Even the Japanese sword saint Takeo Miyamoto could not help but change his face at this moment.

"What a strong sword intent, but unfortunately you are just a small realm of transformation. If you enter the divine realm like me, I am really not your opponent!"

Takeo Miyamoto pulled out a black iron sword and slashed it out loud.

The violent sword shadow, like a black dragon roaring up, went straight to meet it, colliding fiercely with the dazzling moonlight.

"boom!"

The violent true energy, like a missile explosion, quickly rippled around in the form of water waves. Flying sand and stones, and the white snow of plants and trees all collapsed and was devastated.

Zhao Yuqing was just a realm of transformation in the end, and had an insurmountable heavenly valley with Miyamoto Takeo who had already attained the realm of God.

"Puff!"

She felt a sudden pain in her chest, a heat in her throat, and blood gushed out, soaking Mount Fuji, which was covered in white snow, into a dazzling bright red.

...

The movements on the top of Mount Fuji shocked everyone within a radius of dozens of miles.

Among the melon-eating crowd, there are two women.

One is a young woman in her twenties, and the other is a little older and still has charm.

"What a strong sword intent, even compared with Senior Sister Qingqing, it is not inferior!"

A surprise flashed in the older woman's eyes.

"I didn't expect that there are such seedlings with such spiritual roots in this secular world. It seems that this time, our Moon God Palace has picked up treasures!"

"Shuiyue, let's go and have a look!"

After saying that, without waiting for the girl named Shuiyue to answer, she quickly grabbed the other person's little hand, shrank into an inch, heading towards the top of the mountain like a ghost...
Chapter completed!