If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Looking down at the imprint left by this blow from the sky, it seems to be the lower body of a girl whose legs are not close together.

After the curtain made of dust dissipated, the entire vast training ground fell into silence again.All kinds of servants and servants were dazzling, but the fluctuations escaping from their heavy spirits weaved a more solidified atmosphere in the air.

Patriarch Kosaka stood up straight in front of the scars he had caused on the earth, standing upright in the natural wind, as if the blow just now hadn't consumed any of his physical strength.

Of course not.

For a martial artist at the level of Patriarch Kosaka, if he wants to stand, he can continue to stand even if he falls asleep or even dies. It is completely impossible to judge whether he is exhausted from a simple standing posture.

Those gray-blue eyes looked at the green lamp that was quietly burning in Ye Jian's palm, and a faint sigh melted into the wind.

"...Is this the aura that I could not get when I was poor and fell into the underworld?"

"Yes."

Ye Jian's voice is like the bright moon hidden under the scorching sun in the sky, plain, quiet, and deserted, touching people's hearts and making them calm.

He suddenly admired this man.

If he had to describe the radial depression in front of him, it would be like the plow mark left by Kamehae Qigong in "Dragon Ball".

However, the lonely man in front of him has no such thing as "Qi" at all.

There is no supernatural power in this man.His physical body is indeed far stronger than ordinary people, but it is not as good as nature compared to large ancient dinosaurs; his martial arts will is strong, but his illusory will cannot touch reality anyway; If it is not strong enough, it will not be able to pry the earth.

But he did it, and with a mortal body without supernatural power, he exploded with a huge destructive power comparable to technological weapons.It's a great job.

Ye Jian had never had any feelings for things like [Martial Arts] in it.For him, [Budao] is nothing more than a butcher's knife. Will a butcher cry because his knife is very sharp?

However, for the man in suit and leather shoes in front of him, [Martial Arts] has made him work hard to the point of despair, to the point where he changed his career to become the head of the family and then became bored to the point of teaching apprentices.

And just now he showed Ye Jian the ceiling of martial arts that made him despair, and let Ye Jian experience the emotion in his [Martial Arts] that was once burning but now tends to be extinguished.

Ye Jian understood for the first time that this is [Budao].

The last gravel also fell to the ground far away.

"Let's do it, let me see the brilliance I've been chasing all my life." The man calmly urged.

"..." Yejian seemed to be silent for a while, but the half-second silence didn't seem to be considered silence. He said, "Don't be blinded by the blinding eyes."

Snapped…

There was a crisp sound, trembling with an endless aftertaste, and the green lantern of sword energy supported by Ye Jian's palm suddenly shattered.

This extremely pleasant sound seemed to explode directly in everyone's mind, causing the audience, including the Patriarch Kosaka who was waiting in full battle, the servants and servants around him, to fall into a trance like losing focus.

Then the blue flame flowed.

It was as if a real oil lamp had broken on Ye Jian's white palm, and strange and gentle flames lit the lamp oil, embellishing a few enchanting traces of fireworks in mid-air.

Then spread over rocky ground.

Time froze, Feng Nagi, Shu Jing, and even everyone's heartbeat stopped, only thoughts were still quietly circling in their minds, as if they had entered the cracks of time.

It's very strange, it's obviously a scene that is so weird that it can make people's heart break, but all the viewers are extremely peaceful, as if they have witnessed some soothing beauty.

Gentle pure blue flames flowed on the ground, and the flickering flames eroded the entire world.

The world seems to be covered with a layer of blue filter. At first glance, the jagged martial arts field becomes lush and green. The trees seem to be covered with moss. The sky turns into the color of leaves. Dainichi also washed to a warm emerald color.

The blue flames flowed through the earth, everyone's body, flowers, plants and trees, and the ground was a lake formed by the flame springs gushing from the spring in the palm of Ye Jian.

The colorful and beautiful modern times have been peeled off the layers of skin attached by time, and the mythical era lost in ancient times can be traced back. The world at that time was far from the highly unified style it is today, and the strange places of various colors Dotted around.The current Takasaka family seems to be one of them.

"...Thank you." Patriarch Kosaka who replied first said.

He silently watched the stripped-off modern world. In this world covered by the domain of the handsome boy in front of him, the difficulty for a boy to kill him was probably to smash a biscuit with a hammer.

But this thank you is not because of the mercy of this young man who has taken possession of his daughter and is probably the two together.

Warriors only die in battle. The middle-aged man is the head of the family and the master of many talented people, but in the final analysis he is still a warrior.

He is not afraid of dying in battle, and naturally he is not grateful for living.

His "thank you" is because the young man named Yejian Bodong built this world with a gas mechanism, so that everyone present can feel it to the maximum.

The divine punishment of the master and grand master levels is nothing more than the feeling of "qi mechanism" at this point.

"Yes." Ye Jian agreed to this thank you, because he deserved it.

He stroked the ends of Can Jin's hair with his free hand, it was a bit charming in this pure green world.

The voice is cold: "I just think...it's a pity that your martial arts stop here. It has nothing to do with Tong Nao. Because Tong Nao has nothing to do with you."

The middle-aged man smiled, the look in his eyes was not reminiscing, but thinking, thinking about whether he had done something wrong.

In the end, he said: "I don't regret it, because everything I have done is a decision made after full consideration. Kirino and Walter will resent me more or less, but I let them get what I want them Obtained. Although these things are not given by me."

He raised his eyes and looked at the green eyes of the young man who was still more than ten meters away, and his voice was as gentle as that of a kind old man: "But even so, now that my daughters have obtained what I want them to obtain , I hope to make them live a little more comfortably, and with the abilities they have acquired, they are qualified to live comfortably in this society. I hope that Kirino can come back home voluntarily in the future."

"That's all for the future." Ye Jian spoke quietly, holding a lamp spring with gurgling green flames.

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded and thought for a while: "Then let's talk about the current situation. What are you and Walter's plans for?"

"It's just trying to bring modern times back to the age of mythology."

445 Bringing Modern Times Back to the Age of Mythology ([-])