Kazama Yue, one of the most promising disciples among the Miyamoto clan, did not have any pride at this time. In front of his opponent, the feeling of being unable to hide made him uncomfortable. Every move he made seemed to be blocked.
Seeing through, the only thing you can trust now is the knife in your hand.
Continuously chop out layers of swords, impacting the unshakable mountain in front of him. Only in this way can he feel at ease. At this moment, the sword skills of the Miyamoto clan have reached their peak in his hands.
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After collisions again and again, Ye Cheng did not expect that Feng Jianyue's strength was quite good. Her capable sword skills were refined over time without any sloppiness. The kind of sword skills that can only be trained through killing is quite powerful. Looking at it,
Middle-earth is also considered a pretty good player.
However, this is not enough. The heavy ice sword itself is extremely heavy. Every time Ye Cheng chops it, it is as heavy as a mountain, like the top of Mount Tai collapsing, like the impact of a torrent, giving people an unstoppable force.
Ye Cheng's sword skills are no longer rigid in form, and they burst out with great power. Every time he chops, there is a feeling of being one with the heavy sword in his hand, and he can control the sword in his hand more clearly.
As easy as my own arms.
The clones were still killing. After rushing into the inner city, they were besieged by hundreds of Japanese players. The strength of these people was very good. Some of them had even reached the seventh level of innate strength. Such a large number of masters were in this city guarding the city.
, obviously the Miyamoto clan has regarded this place as an important stronghold, and it will be a starting point for them to set foot on the land of Middle-earth.
However, no matter how powerful these people are, under Ye Cheng's clones, they are still like chickens and dogs. Now, after the battle in Lingyun Cave, Ye Cheng has undergone a complete transformation, and his control over the clones in the spiritual realm has almost reached
With a perfect level, even at a distance of tens of hundreds of feet, the clone can still be controlled in a precise manner.
As he continues to grow stronger, these clones gradually undergo some unspeakable changes. From their bloodthirsty eyes, it seems that people can see the color of hell, and even one look can make people tremble.
Feng Jianyue's methods are indeed very good. His appearance stopped Ye Cheng from the urge to break into the inner city for the time being, but other Japanese players showed joy in their eyes, as if he could kill this unknown master and let them
Vent out the overwhelming frustration.
After hundreds of cuts, Feng Jianyue no longer had the same vigor as before. His slightly trembling arms told him that if he continued like this, his arms would burst under the opponent's strength, and the meridians carrying the power were already scarred.
He looked up at Ye Cheng, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit. For the first time, he felt that his will was like a small boat in the roaring sea. He could be submerged in the endless sword force at any time. A person as powerful as Jiyou
What is the origin? I am afraid that the Miyamoto family will suffer a huge blow tonight.
Ye Cheng flicked his fingertips and knocked off a piece of frost on the heavy knife. Without concealing the fighting spirit in his eyes, he said loudly: "Sure enough, you have some strength. No wonder everyone in Zhenbei Mansion suffered at your hands. It's a pity that you are not the one tonight.
My goal is to see if Sakura Miyamoto, who defeated an army of 30,000 soldiers by herself, is as magical as the rumors say. Such a master is really exciting!"
"Ms. Miyamoto?"
Kazama Yue murmured to herself, and then a scorching light flashed in her eyes, something called admiration was burning continuously, and the fiery fighting spirit burned again, and she said proudly: "Isn't Miss Miyamoto's authority yours?"
Those who can provoke, as a disciple of the Miyamoto family, will defend the reputation of the Miyamoto family with their own blood!"
There was a hint of smile on Ye Cheng's face. Unexpectedly, Kazama Yue was a bit interesting. He seemed to be very protective of Miyamoto Sakura. In the luster that flashed in his eyes, he still caught something called admiration.
It is quite extraordinary for this woman to be able to influence the mind of a super master.
But at this moment, Ye Cheng's heart felt cold. It was the feeling sent back by the clones. In less than three breaths, the breaths returned by the three clones were gone, and they maintained some kind of connection with his heart.
Disappeared, even his own body felt a tingling feeling in his heart.
Although he didn't know what happened, Ye Cheng still understood that the person who just took action to kill three clones must be the legendary Sakura Miyamoto who was rumored to be the one who defeated an army of 30,000 people by one person. Such a myth,
Even in Middle-earth, no one has tried it.
His fingertips crossed the blade, and Ye Cheng said softly: "It seems that the person we are looking for has been found. The game between us should be over. Let your last light shine and write your last glory with blood!"
Feng Jianyue's heart shrank, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged into her heart, and Ye Cheng's cold murderous intent instantly swallowed up his last determination.
"Then let's fight and see who is standing in the end!"
Feng Jianyue, who was roaring, stepped heavily on his feet, and the surge of energy poured into the earth. The stone slab exploded instantly. The former's speed increased sharply, and his body turned into a stream of light, as if the shackles of space were broken, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
Now, the intertwined swords are like cherry blossoms blooming in the night sky, sad and beautiful.
"Floating Flower!"
In the sky, countless sword energy overlapped, and radiant flowers fell one after another. The cold cherry blossoms lost their former fragrance, but became a terrifying existence that harvested people's lives.
The corners of Ye Cheng's mouth turned up, revealing a satisfied smile. This was what he wanted to see, and it could also be regarded as an appetizer before fighting Miyamoto Sakura.
The body-protecting Qi surrounding him kept making "chichi" sounds. Every petal falling on him caused the body-protecting Qi to tear. As the number of petals floating in the sky increased, the body-protecting Qi
It moved with a roar, turning up a huge vortex of energy. Even the air became indestructible under this power, cutting the stone floor wantonly, and the corpses on the ground were directly crushed under this power.
As Kazamazuki's move was completed, a cherry blossom formed by the intersection of swords and swords suddenly fell from the sky, and even the space seemed to be affected.
The sword force continued to press down, and pieces of sword energy tore open the air, impacting on Ye Cheng's body-protecting force, causing ripples in circles with each impact.
Feng Jianyue shouted solemnly: "All glory will go with the wind and wither!"
In an instant, huge cherry blossoms fell, swallowing up Ye Cheng and his body-protecting aura. The bright sword aura bloomed with dazzling brilliance. Everyone closed their eyes. Even so, they could still feel the air around them.
It had turned into a sharp blade, cutting their skin and leaving bloody traces.
After the huge explosion, a cloud of smoke and dust filled the air. Countless players descended on the city wall of the city guard, staring closely at everything that happened here. As Middle-earth players, why don't they think that they can attack alone and wash away this kind of...
humiliation.
In everyone's expectant eyes, a black shadow slowly walked out. It was difficult to see the face in the smoke, but the huge long knife was so eye-catching. At this moment, they understood who won.
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Feng Jianyue, who had great glory before and used thunderous means to kill the Five Killers of Zhenbei Mansion, has now become a prey to others. She was almost killed on the spot without Ye Cheng using the strongest means. This kind of
Sending people off makes people sigh, but they also secretly imagine in their hearts how majestic it would be if they were themselves.
Ye Cheng, who walked out of the land of smoke and dust, had a lot of gaps in his robes. After all, Feng Jianyue is still a seventh-level innate master. He is not a little shrimp without any ability to resist. He has achieved such a great achievement.
good.
Carrying a heavy knife and moving through the crowd, no Japanese players around him dared to stop them, and Ye Cheng was too lazy to kill these people. As long as Miyamoto Sakura was killed, the Chinese players outside would probably massacre them immediately.
The Japanese players, who are dominated by powerful experts, hate them more deeply than anyone else.
Ye Cheng 'saw' that deep in the inner city, a woman named Miyamoto Sakura was waiting for him. A vague aura lingered over the city guard's mansion in Qingzhou City, and his gaze penetrated countless
The crowd, as well as the broken inner city gate, fell on him, as if there was no trace, but it gave people an indescribable feeling, as if every move he made could not avoid the other person's eyes.
"Interesting??? Are you Miyamoto Sakura? Maybe you are a good opponent!"
Stepping on the pool of blood, he walked step by step into the inner city. The invisible evil spirit lingered around him. Under the rotation of his mind, the Dharma body with the wisdom of the eighth-day demon king slowly condensed, and a body several feet high appeared.
The body floated illusively behind Ye Cheng, and the cold and heavy breath made people almost breathless.
The moment the Dharmakaya appeared, the hearts of the Japanese toys within ten feet were shaken, and the terrifying pressure continued to emit. Even the air seemed to be solidified. At this moment, everyone's state of mind was infected to a higher level.
Light black.
The black clouds above the head gathered in an instant, as heavy as a mountain, pressing on everyone's heart, like a precursor to the collapse of the sky and the earth. A layer of faint black air spread out and floated over Qingzhou City, as if it separated this place from the sky.
Isolated from the outside world.
At this moment, the entire Qingzhou City was agitated. They didn't understand how this strange phenomenon appeared, and the lingering depression in their hearts made people almost go crazy. They wanted to tear up everything around them crazily to vent their anger.
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There are hundreds of Japanese players gathered at the gate of the inner city, but in their eyes, the man walking step by step from a few hundred feet away is like a demon walking out of the Nine Nether Abyss, and every step is like stepping on their hearts.
, even the heart rate is accelerating.
The huge dharma body has become the source of all fear, and its scarlet eyes directly drag people's minds into it. In the blink of an eye, the Japanese players find that the people around them are not their companions, but ferocious beasts stained with blood.
, opening their bloody mouths, licking their barbed tongues, and the pungent smell of blood continuously poured into their lungs.
"ah--"
Finally, in this oppressive, strange, and frightening atmosphere, someone began to scream, his mood collapsed, his mind lost, and he fell into madness. The samurai sword was already unsheathed, turning the last fear into anger and power, constantly slashing the surroundings.
A 'ferocious beast', with its strange 'Jie Jie' laughter coming from its mouth from time to time.
One person, ten people, a hundred people, completely crazy, everyone frantically slashed and killed their surrounding companions, and blood flowed into rivers.
On the wall outside the city guard's house, countless Middle-earth players looked at all this in horror. They swallowed dryly. The hellish scene in front of them had frightened them. The suppressed aura made them all have a crazy urge to take a big mouthful.
Panting, blood flowed through his body, and something called excitement was growing.
