Zhao Fan's body was like a shell that escaped from the barrel. It was so fast that even Chen Chun'er and Su Xi who were not far away could not see clearly. He disappeared in his original position and fell into the ground diagonally!
Swish~
Miyamoto Mamoru put Fenghong and Yingzhou back into their scabbards.
He looked at the human-shaped pit in front and below, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This move was the best in the world, and it could severely damage the middle stage of the Martial Saint. No matter how evil the opponent is, he is still at the peak of the Martial Saint. Taking this sword? It is as difficult as ascending to the sky.
!
However, Miyamoto Mamoru's smile immediately froze, and he looked at the pit in disbelief, "Nani?"
He realized something was wrong, because... It stands to reason that after the target is hit firmly, it should be split into two like chopping melons and vegetables, and it will definitely not be driven into the ground like it is now!
Unless Ertian Yiyi cannot break through its defense and is hindered, the power of the sword will be transformed into a penetrating force!
Miyamoto Mamoru's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pulled the two long knives Feng Hong and Ying Zhou out of their scabbards again, and checked the blades. The next moment, his eyes widened, and there was actually an extra one as small as a sesame seed in each one.
's gap.
Although the two long knives did not hit the target, the sword power merged into a black and red sword, which was equivalent to their direct chop. Otherwise, Ertian Yiyi would not have slashed the two long knives into the void on both sides of the target. Therefore,
Whatever the black and red sword suffered, so did its body.
You know, these are two of the six supreme sharp swords in Japan!
In other words, for a sword master, it is also a superb weapon!
How come the blade is incomplete when chopping a peak martial artist? Even if it is damaged even a little bit, it is no longer perfect.
The corners of Miyamoto Mamoru's eyes were twitching. He looked at the dark human-shaped pit. The peerless Chinese monster had sunk at least twenty meters, so he couldn't clearly see what his situation was at this time. He originally thought that there was no suspense about his death.
, but now...it seems there are a few more variables.
That side.
Su Xi and Chen Chun'er looked at each other almost suffocatingly, their eyes full of panic and worry. The power of the Japanese sword master's second-class swordsman was so terrifying, as if the hardest thing in the world would turn gray when it withstood that sword.
Fly and annihilate.
Even though they were thirty meters apart, the blood in their whole bodies seemed to have solidified, and they were so shocked that they could not move for a while.
"Mr. Zhao, he..." Su Xi's voice was very low, but she did not dare to continue. Even though in her mind, Zhao Fan was an unparalleled genius, she did not think that he could safely take that sword.
Sad mist floated in Chen Chun'er's eyes. If my great-uncle was as peaceful and boundless as the ocean, then Miyamoto Mamoru was like thunder and lightning. His strength made him feel more intuitively. Even though Senior Brother Zhao Fan
With the inheritance of great creation, it is not at the same level!
Five minutes passed quietly.
Chen Chun'er and Su Xi regained some mobility. Regardless of their own danger, they ran towards the human-shaped pit over there like crazy, lying on the edge calling Zhao Fan's name over and over again.
Miyamoto Mamoru did not move, he was also staring at the pit.
At this time, a thin figure slowly appeared in the void next to it and solidified into a man, wearing purple clothes, with only two shining eyes exposed on his head.
This is Takayuki Okita, the leader of the ninja system in Japan's extraordinary circle, the unique extreme ninja!
"Miyamoto-kun." He asked in confusion: "What are you waiting for? There is no way that Zhao Fan can take your full sword and still be alive."
Miyamoto Mamoru shook his head, "Takayuki, you used ninjutsu to drag Zhao Fanjun out."
"It's not necessary." Okita Takayuki said with a smile, "This doesn't suit your style."
"I said yes, yes!" Miyamoto Mamoru looked extremely solemn.
Okita Takashi was startled. Normally, the two of them got along like equal friends, and the other had a good temper. But he knew very well that after all, these were the two holy realms with the same status as Onmyoji Nakajima Sa.
If I remember correctly, this was the first time Miyamoto Mamoru spoke to him in a commanding tone.
Okita Takayuki no longer smiled playfully. He made fists with both hands, put them together, then raised his two index fingers and pressed them tightly, saying: "#*...￥##"
No one can understand it except itself.
The moment Takayuki Okita stopped talking, the shadow at his feet began to break away from his body and stood up directly, becoming a black shadow with only a humanoid outline but no facial features or any recognition.
"Go!" Okita Takayuki ordered.
His shadow sunk into the human-shaped pit.
When they entered, the speed was too fast, causing a swirl of airflow, which knocked Chen Chun'er and Su Xi off guard to the ground.
Okita Takayuki's eyes fell on them. After examining them for a moment, he said with admiration: "What a beautiful woman... This beauty, even in our Empire of Japan, is stunning. If the memory is washed away, I will train it with my own hands."
, maybe two more outstanding Phoenix ninjas will appear."
The Phoenix Ninja is a special type of ninja.
They are all stunning beauties who confuse the target by making men feel ecstatic, causing them to relax their vigilance and become weak due to poisoning, and finally complete the mission.
Generally speaking, Phoenix Ninja can surpass a great level to kill the target.
Although their method uses beauty and body, it is not as simple as it seems.
There is a saying circulating in the Japanese paranormal circle that no man who has enjoyed the service of Phoenix Ninja has survived, and it is not a loss even if he dies!
Therefore, they both yearn for and fear it.
Su Xi lay tightly on the ground, looking at the man in purple clothes with exposed eyes. A shadow was so powerful that without even touching it, it made her body lose balance like a kite with its string broken. She had an illusion.
The opponent's methods may not be as powerful as the Japanese sword master, but they are more terrifying.
Chen Chun'er didn't think anything, because she was in the late stage of the alchemy realm, so she sensed Okita Takayuki's true strength. If she used ninjutsu, it might be difficult to deal with it, but she was not afraid, so she asked doubtfully: "Feng Ninja
What is it?"
"You want to know so much?" Okita Takayuki chuckled, and stretched out his hands as he walked towards them, "You will understand when I wash away your memories and inject the source of tolerance..."
"Takayuki!"
Miyamoto Mamoru casually pushed it away in another direction with a palm of his hand.
Okita Takayuki staggered a few steps before he regained his composure. He asked in confusion: "Miyamoto-kun, what do you mean?"
"Don't touch them until Zhao Fanjun's life or death is determined." Miyamoto Mamoru said in an unquestionable tone as he held down the knife at his waist, as if anyone who dared to disobey him would be killed without mercy.
"ah?"
Okita Takayuki was really a little confused. He had watched the previous process in secret, but he never expected that this unparalleled glorious sword master thought that Jiangzhou Wu Zun might still be alive. Not only that, he was even prepared to abide by
promise?
Suddenly, the shadow controlled by Okita Takayuki with ninjutsu exited the human-shaped pit backwards, while its two hands dragged a young man with torn clothes and bloody flesh, and his body was completely intact.
It was none other than Zhao Fan.
"Brother Fan!"
"Mr. Zhao!"
Chen Chuner and Su Xi rushed to his side.
Miyamoto Mamoru's eyes focused on the embarrassed body, and he couldn't help showing a look of surprise. Except for the scars caused by the violent friction with the stone when it fell into the ground, there was not a single sword wound!
The entire body is almost intact!
Okita Takayuki looked at Zhao Fan and said in surprise: "Miyamoto-kun, are you showing mercy? A peak martial master who withstood a powerful blow comparable to that of a mid-level martial master will be shattered no matter what. He is from China.
The peerless monster is not our Japanese monster..."
"Shut up!"
Miyamoto Mamoru glared at the former, then stepped forward. He said coldly to Chen Chun'er and Su Xi: "Get out of the way."
Su Xi was at a loss, but Chen Chuner firmly stood between Zhao Fan and Miyamoto Mamoru, "What else do you want?"
"Confirm that he is dead or not dead."
"What if you were playing a trick? He wasn't actually dead, but you secretly shocked him to death. In that case, you can say whatever you want." Chen Chun'er didn't want to give in.
"I am a majestic swordsman, and I will never go back on my word."
Miyamoto Mamoru didn't bother talking to a girl, so he knocked her away and pressed his hand on Zhao Fan's lateral carotid artery.