As if hearing footsteps, the young man turned his head leisurely.
"It's you!"
Miyamoto Noo's eyes shrank and he shouted out immediately.
"Yefu, do you know him?" Miyamoto Hanzo said solemnly.
Miyamoto Noo said: "Father, didn't I just say that I brought Sakura back? Sakura was defeated by that Tachibana Haruko, who is Tachibana Haruko's mentor."
They were still discussing this matter just now, and were planning to arrest Tachibana Haruko, to find out how Tachibana Haruko broke the mystery with ordinary swordsmanship, and finally defeated Miyamoto Sakura in the state of sacrifice.
Unexpectedly.
Before they could take action, Tachibana Haruko's mentor came to the door first.
Miyamoto Hanzo stared at Long. Although Long had long hair and a beard, he could still tell that he was very young and could not be more than thirty years old.
A young man less than thirty years old dared to break into Miyamoto's house and killed three swordsmen.
There is a trace of abnormality in all this.
Miyamoto Hanzo did not immediately give the order to arrest the young man. He slowly said: "Your Excellency, I am Miyamoto Hanzo, the head of the Miyamoto family. I don't know who you are? Why did you break into my Miyamoto family and commit murder."
Long Yi snapped his fingers and said, "You don't need to know who I am. As long as you hand over Miyamoto Sakura, I won't embarrass you."
"Hand over Miyamoto Sakura?" Miyamoto Hanzo asked, "What do you mean? Did Sakura offend you?"
Long smiled indifferently: "You Miyamoto family are really forgetful. Did you forget the gambling battle just now? Miyamoto Sakura and my disciple Tachibana Haruko failed in the gambling battle, so she is Haruko's slave. I just came to the palace
I’m here to collect the bill.”
"Noo, what's going on?" Miyamoto Hanzo looked at Miyamoto Noo.
Miyamoto Noo did not say anything about the gambling war, because he didn't think it was something worth mentioning at all. Even if a mere Tachibana family won, he wanted the eldest daughter of the Miyamoto family to be a slave. Just dream.
But unfortunately, the other party came to the door because of this ridiculous bet.
Miyamoto Noo's face was ugly and he said: "Father, this is all a joke made by Sakura's willfulness, and it cannot be taken seriously."
"Do you think it's true? Tens of thousands of people heard it, and you cheated in front of everyone. This is the bushido spirit of your Miyamoto family. I admire you, I admire you." Long said sarcastically.
"Baga!"
Miyamoto Noo was furious, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.
At the kendo competition just now, Long exposed his background to his face without giving him any face. He was so arrogant that he had no intention of letting this guy go.
Unexpectedly, this guy was ten thousand times more arrogant than he imagined.
He actually climbed directly to the gate of the Miyamoto family, killed the three swordsmen, and even mocked the entire Miyamoto family at will.
Miyamoto Noo drew out his samurai sword as fast as lightning, and slashed it down on the dragon's head. A bright silver sword light, like a sword hanging from the sky, instantly made the entire dojo brighten up.
The terrifying sharpness made everyone's eyes close involuntarily.
The light of the knife tore the air apart, making a squeaking sound like cloth being torn apart. The speed of the knife seemed to have transcended time and space.
Miyamoto Noo is the strongest member of the Miyamoto family and a great swordsman.
He slashed furiously.
How can it be compared to a swordsman?
Even if the dragon comes in and kills three swordsmen, he is confident that he will kill him with one sword.
The sharp blade struck the dragon's head in a thousandth of a second. Looking at the direction of the blade, a ferocious smile appeared on Miyamoto Noo's face. What he liked most was to watch the enemy attack him.
The image of a knife splitting into two parts.
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!
Hanzo Miyamoto's throat rolled, and the other members of the Miyamoto family slowly recovered 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.
: "Who are you, exactly?"
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 she is the direct disciple of Master Shiratori Sword Master."
