As if hearing footsteps, the young man turned his head leisurely.
It's you!
Miyamoto's eyes shrank, and the first time he shouted.
Wild, do you know? Miyamoto Banzang said.
Miyamoto Nogu said: Father, I came back with Sakura just now, didn't you say it? Sakura was defeated in the hand of the Haruko Haruko.
Just now they were discussing this incident, and they were preparing to catch Tachibana Haruko to figure out how Ichi Haruko broke the mystery with ordinary swordsmanship, and the final outbreak of Miyamoto Sakura.
Unexpectedly.
Without waiting for them to do it, the instructor of Haruko Haruko came first.
Miyamoto Banzang stared at the dragon. Although the long hair was long, there was a beard, but he could still see that the other party was young and would not exceed 30 years old.
A young man under the age of 30 dared to break into the palace family and killed three swordsman.
All this reveals a trace of abnormality.
Miyamoto Banzang did not order it immediately. He grabbed the young man, and he slowly spoke: In any, the main Miyamoto Miyamoto Miyamoto Banzang, I do n’t know who it is?
Long Yi poked his fingers: Who am I, you don't need to know, as long as you hand over Miyamoto Sakura, I don't embarrass you.
Surprove Miyamoto Sakura? Miyamoto Banzang Road: What does it mean? Does Sakura sin?
Long indigenous smile: Your Miyamoto's family is really forgetful. The gambling war just now has forgotten so soon? Miyamoto Sakura and my disciple Tika Haruki failed, so she was a slave of Haruko. I just went to Miyamoto's family.
Come to collect the accounts.
Yefu, what's the matter? Miyamoto Banzang looked at Miyamoto Aogu.
Miyamoto Nonfu did not say that he had gambled, because he didn't think it was worth mentioning at all. He was a Tyranian family. Even if he won, he wanted to make the young lady of the Miyamoto family be a slave, dream.
But but the other party came to the door because of this ridiculous bet.
Miyamoto's face was ugly: Father, this is a joke of Sakura willful, "You can't really.
Do n’t we do it? Tens of thousands of people hear it, and the eyes are playing. This is the spirit of the samurai of your palace family, admire, admire.
Baga!
Miyamoto Nogu was angry, and his eyes were murderous.
At the scene of the Kendo Contest, Long was to reveal his old back to face. He did not give him face to face. He was extremely arrogant. He had no intention to let go of this guy.
Unexpectedly, this guy was 10,000 times more mad than he thought.
Actually boarded the door of Miyamoto, killing the three swordsman, and ridiculed the entire Miyamoto family at will.
Miyamoto Nogu pulled out the samurai knife lightning, beheaded towards the top of the dragon, cut off, and a bright silver sword, like the practice that was hanging down in nine days, instantly made the entire Dojo.
The terrible edge allows everyone's eyes to close involuntarily.
The knife light torn the air and made a torn sound of the cloth. The fast of this knife seemed to surpass time and space.
Miyamoto Nogu is the strength of Miyamoto's strongest and big swordsman.
He was angry.
Is it comparable to Jianhao.
Even if Long came in, he killed the three swordsman, and he had confidently to kill him with confidence.
Xue Liang's blade, within a thousandth of thousands, cut to the top of the dragon's head. Looking at the direction of the blade, the cruel smile appeared on the face of Miyamoto Fuku. His favorite was to watch the enemy in his own
The one under the knife is divided into two pictures.
There is a kind of bloody beauty, like the art of killing.
The moment the blade touched his forehead, Long seemed to react. He raised his hand. His movement was very slow, but the moment he raised his hand, time seemed to slow down, or even freeze.
Miyamoto Noo clearly saw that he had clearly hit the opponent, but when the opponent slowly raised his hand, he stopped in mid-air. He watched helplessly as his hand was raised, he bent a finger and flicked it on his
On the edge of the knife.
Bang!
Thunder with a snap of fingers.
The entire dojo shook violently, and all the glass around it was shattered.
Then, a figure instantly smashed the wall of the dojo, boom, boom, boom, boom, and smashed the walls of countless houses. The sound did not disappear until a hundred meters away.
In the dojo.
The whistling sound is still rumbling.
There was even a white aura sweeping out from the dragon's fingertips.
That's because the speed is too fast and exceeds the sound barrier.
Only then did the sound continue.
The entire dojo was in dead silence.
Everyone looked at the large human-shaped hole in the wall, and there was a broken trace that stretched out with no end in sight.
In the dojo, Miyamoto Noo has disappeared, leaving only Ryuu with one hand behind his back and the other hand slowly withdrawing, with a calm expression, as if what he just bounced away was not an invincible swordsman, but just a buzzing
Squawking flies.
Everyone's minds were blank and they stood there blankly for half a minute.
Gudong!
Miyamoto Hanzo's throat rolled, and the other Miyamoto family members slowly came around from their stiff and lost state.
Turning his head and looking at the young man standing with his hands behind his hands, he felt like he was seeing a ghost.
Your Excellency, Miyamoto Hanzo has always been calm and calm even in front of the Emperor. But now, he seems like an old man who has lost the ability to speak, and his words are somewhat difficult to speak: You
,Who do you think you are?
He didn't know how scary dragons really were.
But being able to knock away Miyamoto Noo with a snap of his fingers must be someone who surpasses the swordsman and is in the divine realm.
Could it be that the realm of a god is in front of me?
As the head of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Hanzo naturally knew that there was a divine realm in this world, and Shiratori Ryuichi was a divine realm. Although he was revered as a sword master in Japan, the divine realm was no longer a secret.
Since the Chinese god of war tore up the "God Realm Agreement", God Realm has become a character that cannot be ignored on the world stage.
Can be on an equal footing with those presidents of superpowers.
Although the Miyamoto family is revered as the best kendo family in Japan, it is nothing compared to the gods.
Long said calmly: Do you want me to say it a second time? Hand over Miyamoto Sakura.
Miyamoto Hanzo shuddered, and the masters of the Miyamoto family also looked at each other. Just a minute ago, if anyone dared to say this in the Miyamoto family, they would be torn into pieces, but now, no one dares to speak.
Cold sweat rolled down Miyamoto Hanzo's forehead. If Long wanted a woman from the Miyamoto family, even if it was his newly married eighteen-year-old wife, he would not hesitate. But Miyamoto Sakura was different.
Miyamoto Hanzo said in a trembling voice: Your Excellency, Sakura, she is a disciple of the Sword Master Palace and a direct disciple of Master Shiratori Sword Master.