Chapter 673 (2/2)

The man in black, who had been bending himself behind him, quickly got up and helped him up.

Watanabe Shinzo saw this, his eyes could not help flashing a trace of worry.

Before he knew the identity of Su Bai, he had absolute confidence in the old man, because the old man was the last sword sage in Japan - Nagai Tuobu!

Before he retired, he was already a man of Shinto. The great god palace tried to recruit him several times, but he refused. Finally, he lived in seclusion in this small village and practiced kendo. Now, decades later, he has never played again, and no one knows his strength.

However, now that he knows the identity of Su Bai, he has to worry.

Hua guosu, the old monster, has killed several demons in the divine realm. His cultivation is unfathomable.

Now just came to Japan, and killed the Itoh family with ghosts and gods in one night. It's fierce!

Although Changjing toubu is powerful, but now, after all, he is old, and his energy and spirit are declining to the extreme. Maybe he is not a su Bai opponent!

”Teacher, this is my recklessness! The strength of this Su Bai is unfathomable. It must be solved by the great god palace. Teacher, you must not take risks in your present situation -- ”At this point, Watanabe's eyes subconsciously show a touch of worry.

”Ha ha ha.”

The long well rubs, smell speech fierce of laugh, fierce of stand up.

His figure soared like an inflated balloon.

Originally thin arm, thigh, arm, at this time unexpectedly fierce drum up, very quickly a muscle filling one.

The sound of crackling and crackling came from the bones, and the small figure grew tall. On the head sparse white hair all number falls off, then a black thick long hair grew out. Even the teeth regenerate.

But in a minute.

There was no longer the dying old man, but a tall and handsome middle-aged man.

In Watanabe's shocked and dull eyes, he appeared in the air like a blink of an eye. His whole body was dressed and hunting, just like a God was born.

In his eyes, shenmang shot. The momentum was like a giant dragon sweeping nine days. The pressure of Watanabe and Zhenxiong could hardly breathe.

”Come on!”

He gave a soft drink. In the garden, a gray blade rose up and fell into his hands.

The next moment, all his momentum suddenly introverted, even the corner of his clothes did not move.

”Chop!”

With a knife in both hands, he cut down a rockery 100 meters away.

Chi la!

The sharp sword is like a waterfall, tearing the void and cutting on the rockery.

Whoa!

Dozens of Zhang long knife awn, cut on the rockery, like a steel knife to cut tofu, directly cut the rockery ten meters high into two parts!

Boom!

The earth and rock are flying and the sound is loud.

”This --”

Masao Watanabe could not help holding his breath, gaping and shaking with excitement.

Is this the power of Japan's last swordsman?

This knife is enough to kill the gods!