Chapter 542 Remember This State

"How can we compare with you? We are exhausted just by doing this." Zhuge Qing and Hari Chagai walked out of the woods. The bloody smell around them had not yet completely dissipated. After seeing the blood, their aura was completely different from before.

After joining forces with Murong Ji, he and others confronted those Bihe ninjas.

Murong Ji looked at the powerful ninjas among the Bihe ninjas and sneered. "Each of you must bleed for me, go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people moved at the same time, leaving only Zhuge Qinghe and Harichagai to protect Murong Ji on his left and right.

During the fight, Zhang Chulan and his companions arrived. The Ishikawa family, Tang Xin, Yuan'er, Lu Ci, Gao Lian and others surrounded them from outside.

At this time, Tang Xin said, "Yuan'er, you should go too."

Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu saw Murong Ji waving his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then joined the battle.

Lu Ci snorted coldly, but didn't say anything. Gao Lian, who was standing beside him, exhaled slowly, put his hands in his pockets, and said nothing.

The sounds of fighting gradually died down, and it became a group of youngsters besieging Butterfly and several elite Bihe ninjas.

It ended until Die was beaten to death by Liu Wukuier with a punch.

When everyone looked again, they saw that the aura of these dozen people had changed greatly. Almost everyone of them had injuries, which meant they were basically successful.

Don't underestimate the strength of these people, they are no match for the top older generation, but in the sect, they are also at the level of elite elders.

These people can be considered to be of great significance no matter which sect they are placed in.

Gao Lian waved his hand, and the people behind him who were connected to Nadutong began to clean up the battlefield quickly.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki walked forward and was about to speak, but Murong Ji waved his hand to stop him and shouted to Feng Baobao, "Feng Baobao, go on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword box that was originally leaning on the ground suddenly opened. Murong Ji grabbed the handle and was about to throw it at Feng Baobao.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. Murong Ji muttered, "What the hell?"

He casually threw the magic sword at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao looked at him with a silly face. After catching the demon sword Hirumaru, he looked at it for a few seconds and then looked at him with his smart big eyes.

Murong Ji thought about it, the one just now seemed to be Hiruzen's sword spirit, [a transformed sword spirit? ]

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued, "Feng Baobao, temporarily lend your body to that sword spirit."

"Oh."

The next moment, Feng Baobao's whole body suddenly became sinister and fierce.

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at everyone, "Don't look at it anymore. Go and remove the magic sword from Feng Baobao's hand, but don't hurt her. If you fail the assessment, go back and practice basic skills!"

The others looked at each other, feeling somewhat helpless. Murong Ji always found ways to make trouble for them.

"Brother Murong, you..."

Before Zhang Chulan could finish his words, Murong Ji kicked him on the butt and said, "You go too!" Then, Murong Ji's eyes fell on Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu was startled, came to his senses, and walked forward silently.

The fight ended when Feng Baobao regained consciousness and voluntarily put down the magic sword, but it also caused a lot of trouble for the dozen or so people.

Murong Ji's face turned pale. He could now understand why those Bihe ninjas tried to snatch the sword. The spirit of the sword must have been a top master when he was alive, and Zhang Zhiwei might not be able to reach that level.

But Zhang Huaiyi definitely has the strength.

Ishikawa Nobu walked forward, looked at Feng Baobao and asked, "Can you please tell me what it feels like when this knife is in your hand?"

Feng Baobao waited with clever eyes and said without thinking: "It's nothing, but when I pick it up, a black shadow will appear in front of me and pounce on me to fight."

"Since it wanted to fight so badly, I had no choice but to fight with it. But it was too weak and was knocked down by me with just a few punches. I finally beat it twice before it finally behaved. Now it's kneeling in front of me, begging me to give it my body one more time..."

Ishikawa Nobuyuki: “…”

"He was still mumbling about how he really wanted to fight with real warriors and didn't want to be beaten up by a group of people..." Feng Baobao tilted his head slightly and thought, "I don't understand. Isn't that just fighting?"

Ishikawa Nobuyuki took a deep breath, and his wrinkled face was even more wrinkled due to shock. He suddenly bowed and said, "I know my request is very rude, but please agree to it."

"Please come to my Ishikawa home and help us complete it..."

Murong Ji didn't care what the Ishikawa family thought, but his eyes were always on the woman named Ringo, "Uda Ringo?"

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Murong Ji glanced at Fu Rong calmly, and then said softly: "That woman is very good at swordsmanship. She is almost on the verge of walking out of her own path. If there is a chance, I can still steal a few moves from her."

"Ah?" Fu Rong turned her head and looked at him, a little surprised. She didn't know how strong Murong Ji's swordsmanship was. The one who could make him pay attention was the Nasenwei named Wangyue Wu, who wanted to integrate his swordsmanship. She was trained by Murong Ji for more than half a month, and she was worse off than death.

"Master... this..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw Murong Ji suddenly smile, then took out his cell phone and sent a message to someone.

Fu Rong stretched her neck to take a look, and saw, [Mr. Zhao, there is a great swordsman in Ishikawa's team. Find a way to have them stay in the local area to complete the sword-breaking ceremony. Let's secretly record a video to preserve some of the background...]

Fu Rong's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what to say...

A few hours later, Zhao Fangxu actually accomplished the task!
Murong Ji looked at the venue being arranged, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked Ma Long to install micro cameras from all directions. As for the recording, he would need to trouble Comrade Er Zhuang.

The next morning.

The masters of the Ishikawa school arrived, and they entered the venue one by one. They were all unusually quiet so as not to disturb the two swordsmen who were adjusting their state.

Time passed little by little. After Gao Lian received the result of the outer clearance, he shouted: "The Ishikawa sword test begins!"

Feng Baobao and Ishikawa Ken walked onto the field and drew their swords. After Feng Baobao drew out the demon sword Hirumaru, the aura around him changed instantly.

Different from the dark and sinister aura before, Feng Baobao also has a bright and upright feeling, a fair confrontation!
Murong Ji looked a little solemn. If he wanted to become a strong man, he must have the courage to face his own heart. He must face failure or success.

You can be a despicable person, or you can be vulgar and mean, or you can be bright and great, and so on. All kinds of people also create all kinds of strong people.

But these strong men have one thing in common: facing themselves.

As soon as the two started fighting in the arena, Murong Ji knew the result and instantly lost the desire to watch any further. He turned to look at Uta Ringo. If possible, he really wanted to take her in as his disciple.

"Master." Fu Rong asked in a low voice, "That Ishikawa Ken, his swordsmanship is not that good, he is no match for that demon sword."

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then nodded with some relief. Fu Rong’s talent was actually not bad, and the most important thing was her mentality. She was definitely the best among her peers.

It was just...love-brained! How hateful! After more than a dozen moves, Ishikawa Ken was defeated. He fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner, and was about to die under the sword. Ringo appeared in front of him out of nowhere, and with a single strike of the sword, he deflected the demon sword.

Murong Ji instantly became alert, carefully watching the duel between the two people in the arena, secretly memorizing their moves...

At the same time, Murong Ji sent a message to everyone, "Look carefully, look carefully, don't blink from now on, whether you can have the opportunity to see the pinnacle of skills depends on your luck!"

It didn't take long. In fact, collisions like this happened in an instant. It only took a few minutes to decide the winner between masters.

It has been almost five minutes since Ringo came on stage, and it’s time to end.

The next moment, the two people who were originally confronting each other suddenly started moving again. During the duel, only the sound of knives breaking through the air could be heard, but no sound of collision was heard.

"This is... a fight between two people?!"

"Ah."

The questions and answers between Fu Rong and Murong Ji cleared up the confusion for everyone, and while they were talking, Ringo was in a situation where he was doomed to die.

Suddenly, Ringo's knife moved at an incredible speed, and with a "ding" sound, half of the blade flew out of the air...

Everyone who saw this scene held their breath and stared blankly at the two people in the field. Ishikawa Nobu even broke out in a cold sweat.

Murong Ji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The outsiders, such as Zhang Chulan and Zhang Lingyu, watched the fun, while the insiders saw the details, and Fu Rong and Tao Tao seemed to have some insights.

Murong Ji sneered, this trip was not in vain.

"Does the sword you just used have a name?"

"Before reading."

"Nianqian? This is an amazing sword move."

The two had a simple conversation, which was neither painful nor itchy, but it was as if something was being released and then let go. At that moment, only the two people in the field and Murong Ji outside the field could feel it...

It is so difficult, yet so lucky, to walk your own path.

Just like Dan Shi, only by trying can you know whether your condition is right or not. The same is true for this sword technique. It is only a split second between life and death. If it works, it works. If it doesn’t, you will die.

"Ding"

Murong Ji's cell phone rang. He took it out and took a look. It was a video of the game, more than eight minutes long.

【Er Zhuang is awesome! 】

Without staying any longer, Murong Ji took everyone back to the capital that day. Regardless of whether they were tired or not, he began to explain the contents of the video to them.

Let them remember the state of Ringo when he swung "Nianqian" and engrave it firmly in their minds.

(End of this chapter)