"It turned out to be a Japanese sword saint, fortunately." Zhao Fan nodded slightly, his eyes were calm as water, and there was no sense of timidity to face the holy realm, and even there was no awe.
Then, he smiled, "Why did you show up himself? The other?"
This tone is like receiving the weaker worship.
"You ... very presumably." Miyamoto Shinshou narrowed his eyes, his eyes were like a substantial sword light, which made Su Yan and Chen Chun'er feel that the heart was cut invisible.
"The Japanese?" When Chen Chun'er's eyebrows were lifted, he would immediately consolidate the mana into a blade, and teach this middle -aged middle age that disdain his brother.
"Chun'er."
Zhao Fan felt the cold behind him, and he reached out lightningly, holding down her wrist and condensed into line: "Obedient, don't move."
The ice and blue cold between Chen Chun'er's palm disappeared. Her eyes were unpredictable, and she also asked: "Fan brother, what's wrong?"
"He is a strong in the sanctuary, and he is also a sword sanctuary that can cross the realm." Zhao Fan quickly explained: "Tonight and the other endless to kill me. Because they don't want Huaxia to make another holy sacred sanctuary again
The situation, so if you expose your strength, you will be followed. ""
"Sword Saint!" Chen Chun'er looked at the middle -aged middle -aged with three long knives, and he felt a sense of weakness in his heart.
What is Sword Saint?
One sword in hand can make Wu Sheng barely losing color, because, a casual wave contains the magical and entered kendo.
More than that, as far as the early sword saint is concerned, it has the power of horror that can kill Wu Sheng in the middle of Wu Sheng!
Kendo is derived to the extreme!
At this time, Zhao Fan stared at the handsome Miyamoto Miyamoto, and laughed: "Say, what about the other name called Okita Kagura?"
"Ninja, will not be exposed directly in the enemy's field of vision." The other party shook his head and said disdain: "Besides, there are me, and there is no need to filial piety.
Everyone knows clearly. ""
"Then I am really honored." Zhao Fan yawned impatiently, and said lazy: "In less than 20 this year, it is worth the motion of a sword saint and ninja leader to assassinate. After waiting for the prefecture,
I'm afraid I can blow up with Lord Yan for a long time. "
"Since there is such awareness, it is just like what you want to see what Yan Wang." Miyamoto Shinshou's hands were like a phantom. The next moment, two long knives hanging on his waist, there are two.
In both hands!
One is red, the sword is potholes, but it seems like blood is flowing.
One is black, reflecting the moonlight, and the sword body is blurred as shadow.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Fanyun lifted a hand lightly.
"Surveying? Or is it surrendered?" Miyamoto Shinshou unexpectedly said: "Is the peerless genius such as Er Er also have slavery? Don't let me look down on you."
"Misunderstanding."
Zhao Fan's heart also mentioned his throat. With his current strength, even if he is done, it is impossible to compete with the existence of a kendo. Therefore, he never thought of being hard to touch from beginning to end.
Fight, can't.
Escape? It is even more impossible. Moreover, there are Su Yan and Chen Chun'er around.
It seems ... how do you think, tonight is a must -have.
However, Zhao Fan's unwilling to report and formally inherit the mantle of the great creation of a vein, so he died in this place. Therefore, he was thinking about how to live. On this basis, he must have the life of dignity.
of.
After all, he is Jiangzhou Wuzun, symbolizing the new generation of the Huaxia martial arts world!
"Misunderstanding?" Miyamoto Shina laughed interested: "Could it, do you think it has a power? It doesn't matter, I have enough time, and it depends on what you play."
"What is good to say in Chinese?" Zhao Fan asked.
"..." Miyamoto Shin's forehead floated with a black line, and the Huaxia people's brain circuit was so strange? How did you jump to this at once!
Zhao Fan's brain cells were running quickly, thinking about the turntable here, and the mood of the "Vientiane Heart Sutra" played a role, leaving him without any panic, not subjective influence, and extremely calm analysis.
On the current highway, this section, half of the car shadow is gone.
It is what Chong Tianxiao hidden in the dark.
Therefore, Miyamoto is very patient, so you don't have to worry about being disturbed and witnessed.
"Yes!"
When Zhao Fan moved, he thought of a way, and it was the only way of hope. He looked at the other person in a faint way, showing a stronger disdain than he was.
The sword saint of Musashi came from the East to fight with my Huaxia Sword Saint, and finally lost to the north.
"You, what do you want to express?" In the eyes of Miyamoto Shinshi's eyes, the sharp murderous intention was instantly. It was the shame of the ancestors.
His inverse scale.
"Don't be excited, as a strong in the realm, you can't accept three or two sentences? If it is out, what is the face?" Zhao Fan said faintly: "What's more, what is said to be the fact."
Miyamoto Shin is stagnant, he is a sword saint, he cares about his face, and his tone eases: "If you want to say something, just say it, see if you are a peerless genius, you are allowed to say enough, and then kill again, and then kill again.
Not late. "
"Um." Zhao Fan nodded and said in memory: "I remember in the history book record, the predecessor of Miyamoto Musashi had a habit. If he wanted to kill the person and carried his sword, he would not move the second sword again, and he would not move the second sword again, and he would not move the second sword again.
I don't know if this is true and false. "
For Miyamoto Musashi, for Miyamoto, it is not only an ancestor, but also a faith that is trying to move closer.
Give anyone a chance to anger him, but after that sentence is exported, no one who can catch his sword. "
"Before dying, I would like to ask, and it would be the case for you to change to you?" Zhao Fan said with a smile: "If not, then your kendo will never reach Miyamoto Wuzun’s
That height. "
Miyamoto's eyes flashed the color of longing.
Even if he has become a sword saint now, when the Chinese people mentioned the swordsman, the first thing the first thing to think of is Miyamoto Wu, but it is not his own name. He wants to catch up with his ancestors and transcend it.
The most dazzling existence in the field.
After a while, Miyamoto nodded and nodded, "Okay, the ancestors are the role model. If you can pick me up with a sword without death, you can live, including them."
"call……"
Zhao Fan was relieved, but the whole person was still in a tight state. Take a step back. Even if the other party is in the early days of the swordsman, it also has the power of the middle of the sanctuary.
From which perspective, there are only the part of the spike.
The reason why I led Miyamoto Mamoru here is because I felt that there was at least a glimmer of hope.
The next second, Zhao Fan said again: "Including them? Your Majesty, this is wrong. You, a Saint Realm existence, just attack me, the peak martial master, and you are ready to kill two women who are not even two martial arts masters."
?If it spreads, wouldn't it make the world laugh? I made a phone call to someone before you showed up. If something happens here, it will be known to the whole world in the blink of an eye."
"..."
Miyamoto Mamoru felt aggrieved. As a majestic swordsman, he was caught by a junior martial artist. He had long heard that Chinese people were cunning and eloquent. Now it seems that this statement is true!
Then, he said angrily and disdainfully: "Okay, no matter whether you can take my sword or not, Takayuki and I will not make it difficult for them."
"Do you keep what you say? A holy realm must look like a holy realm." Zhao Fan raised his finger and pointed upward, saying: "This is the land of China, under the eyes of God, if you go back on your words, don't blame me if the sky thunders.
"
"Do the math." Miyamoto Mamoru had a headache.
"Then you swear an oath. We Chinese people believe in this very much. I hope that you will do as the Romans do. Otherwise, if word gets out, my billions of compatriots and the martial arts circles of various countries will laugh at you." Zhao Fan is not afraid of boiling water.
, it’s just a slap in the face. Anyway, in this current situation, it’s better to strive for more.
"I, the true guardian of my palace, swear here, if Zhao Fanjun can receive my sword today... Baga..."
After Miyamoto Mamoru finished taking the oath, he couldn't help but uttered a bird-like swear word. At this time, in his mind, Jiangzhou Wu Zun was as difficult to deal with as a clown jumping up and down. No matter how good his temper was, he would explode.
He growled angrily: "If you dare to say anything if it gets spread, I will chop you into pieces!"