Sure enough, he saw a figure flying towards him on the wind. Through the lights on both sides of the river, he vaguely knew who this person was.
Soon, the figure flying on the wind landed on the deck.
Moore, who was tied to the flagpole, was in pain and despair. When he saw someone coming to the deck, he immediately became energetic and asked: "Master, are you the strong man who sent someone to rescue me, my uncle? If so, please
You kill them quickly and save me. I'm in too much pain. They beat me, scold me, and don't give me food. I'm hungry, woo woo woo..."
Moore cried like a child.
At the same time, I was also very excited.
He waited and waited, but finally someone came to save him!
Although he was someone he had never seen before, judging from his skin color, he was definitely from the Dragon Kingdom.
Therefore, he concluded that this man was definitely very strong, even stronger than his uncle. It was his uncle who shouted to save him while dealing with the Sword Saint.
As a result, when he was happy, Fang Shihong spoke: "I don't know your uncle, and I'm not here to save you."
"What!"
Moore was shocked!
"You are not sent by my uncle to save me? How is this possible?"
"Shut up!" Ye Meiling yelled at Moore, then looked at Fang Shihong and asked, "Who are you? Why are you running on the deck? Do you want to die?"
Fang Shihong chuckled and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Miyamoto Yuan and said with a half-smile, "Miyamoto Yuan, we meet again."
"When I was famous, you suddenly came from Japan and defeated me. You took my limelight away from me. It can be said that I lost all face."
"I have been practicing hard over the years, just so that one day I can defeat you and regain the face I lost back then."
"I know that you are waiting for Dragon Kingdom warrior Xiao Zhan to come and fight you. I don't know how powerful Xiao Zhan is, but I think it's almost time and he hasn't come yet. He must not dare to come and fight you.
"
"I think you must be very annoyed that you waited so long and waited in vain, so I'm here. Wouldn't you mind if you change your opponent to me and let me have a decisive battle with you here?"
"Hahaha!" The Sword Saint stood up with a smile and said calmly: "Fang Shihong, you are really itchy. I didn't go to you to challenge you, but you dared to come to me. I really thought that after ten years of hard training, you would
Can you beat me?"
"You are too naive. You are no match for me even in a hundred years, let alone ten years. I only need one move to defeat you, and two moves are enough to kill you."
As soon as these words came out, Fang Shihong's face turned dark.
Damn, this is simply insulting me!
Fang Shihong was particularly unhappy and hummed: "Miyamoto Yuan, you have no idea how much effort I have put in over the years and how much my cultivation has improved. You underestimate me. I must defeat you today to let you know,
You are a defeated general in front of me, Fang Shihong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Shihong leaped to an altitude of tens of meters. In his hand, he condensed a three-meter-long light knife. The light of the light knife illuminated the river water in a golden light.
"Oh my God! This is a master!"
"What a scary sword. Won't the Sword Saint be hacked to death by it?"
"This is a master, an absolute master!"
"I heard that he is not Dragon Kingdom warrior Xiao Zhan, but Canada's top master Fang Shihong. I think Fang Shihong is famous and more reliable than Xiao Zhan. His decisive battle with the Sword Saint will definitely be more interesting!"
The crowds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait screamed in surprise.
"Hahaha!"
Fang Shaocong even laughed loudly and said: "Little devils, let's see how my grandpa defeats you Sword Saints and tramples them under his feet, haha!"