After ten years of hard training, his strength reached the middle stage of the peak of the divine realm. He felt that it was more than enough to defeat Miyamotohara, but he did not expect that he could not chop off a hair of Miyamotohara without moving, but he was knocked back.
.
This gap is too big!
It was so big that it made him doubt his life! It made him dare not accept this reality!
He didn't believe in this evil, so when he saw Miyamoto coming at him with his fist, he suddenly stopped in the air, dispersed his sword, and punched him.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
"ah!!!"
As if Fang Shihong was hit by a fierce beast, he flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off. He couldn't stop himself and felt that his whole hand was useless.
"grandfather!!!"
Fang Shaoqing and Fang Shaocong screamed out in horror.
"Hahaha!!!"
The Japanese martial arts enthusiasts around them all turned upside down with laughter, their faces flushed.
"Your grandpa is too rubbish!"
"Your grandpa is like a three-year-old child in front of our sword masters. Where did you get the courage just now to show off in front of us and say that your grandpa is awesome?"
"Shabi, your grandfather was sent flying by our Sword Saint. Can you still laugh and dare to show off to us?"
Hearing the tidal wave of cynicism, Fang Shaocong wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it.
How embarrassing!
Why is grandpa so incompetent and such a bad guy!
At this time.
A swish sound.
The Sword Saint drew out his katana, and a cold light flashed past like a thunder shadow in the night sky.
Then, I saw the Sword Saint, holding a knife and rushing towards Fang Shihong, who was flying upside down.
"Grandpa! Get away! Get away quickly!!!"
Fang Shaoqing and Fang Shaocong shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices breaking, and their hearts about to explode. After this stabbing, would Grandpa still be alive?
"Ha ha!"
It was the Japanese martial arts enthusiasts' turn to laugh.
"Shabi, open your eyes wide and watch how we, the Sword Saints, hack your trashy grandpa to death!"
At this moment, the Sword Master was already approaching Fang Shihong, and the samurai sword was raised high by him.
"It's over, it's over! It's over this time!"
Fang Shihong's heart was filled with despair. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop at all. He knew very well that with one strike from Miyamoto, he would definitely die!
It was too late, but it was faster than that, at the moment when Miyamoto Yuan arrived and cut down.
Rumble!!!
A shadow of a fist suddenly flew from behind Fang Shihong and hit Miyamoto Yuan.
"who?"
Miyamoto yelled and subconsciously split the fist shadow with a knife.
Next second!
A figure suddenly appeared in the void and slapped Fang Shihong lightly on his back, causing Fang Shihong to stop.
Then, the eyes of Fang Shihong and Miyamoto Yuan, as well as the eyes of all the onlookers, were all focused on this uninvited guest.
"This man seems to be wearing a mask. Who is he? Xiao Zhan, a warrior from the Dragon Kingdom?"
At this moment, many people are asking this question.
Miyamoto asked: "Are you here?"
"That's right." Xiao Zhan said calmly, "I'm here."