Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth: Man and sword unite!
"Cangshan Jun." Nakajima's throat was like two bark. She said: "Now let your military adjust the missile system to the pre -launched mode. Once Miyamoto has fallen, it will be launched immediately!"
"clear!"
The highest status next to her nodded, and then passed the command through the commander.
At this point, even Nakashima Sausa believes that Miyamoto Shinshou's hope of winning this battle is very small. After all, the first -class two -day first -class is a golden signboard of the Miyamoto family.
The second strong, but in the face of the random block of the young man, it becomes this result.
Fortunately, the other party said in advance to let the three moves.
Next, see how the performance after Miyamoto Shinshou is. If three consecutive moves are ineffective, and if the family still stands still, the face will be thrown to the Pacific Ocean!
Mount Fuji.
When Zhao Fan's hand was holding the knife, he looked at Miyamoto Shinshou not far away and said lightly: "Two days before, but that's it."
Miyamoto Shin Shou was like a great shame, standing upright, holding a black sword and shadow boat with one hand, and holding a broken knife red maple with two fingers.
Looking down, as if looking for something.
"Are you looking for it?"
Zhao Fan slowly stretched out the other hand, while his palms were lying quietly with a red blade.
"How can I ..." Miyamoto really guarded.
"There are indeed two sons." Zhao Fan nodded thoughtfully: "This red long knife is close to the position of my heart, but it is just close. When it is two centimeters away, it is broken by me.
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Hands ...
Breaking ...
These five words are tantamount to a heavy bomb that smashed into Miyamoto's mind, and could not return to God for a long time.
When Zhao Fan spoke, his voice was mixed with a trace of holy power, and it clearly passed into many cameras in the distance. Through the live broadcast, he fell into the extraordinary ears of the world.
"Zhao Wusheng faced the horrible two -day first -class, not only without pressure, but also breaking the red knife of Miyamoto Jian Sheng?"
"Gan, what kind of shit did Huaxia go? Why is Zhao Wusheng not from our European countries!"
Nympho
Crazy, at this moment, the extraordinary circle of various countries intersects.
Only Huaxia, like the first Chinese New Year, has the existence of this character in Shenzhou, which is the blessing of the sky!
The world of Mount Fuji only opened the world, and it has not ended. However, all the extraordinary hearts have a result. I feel that the Japanese swordsheng wants to reverse the situation. It is difficult to reach the sky.
After today, the young man from Huaxia will be able to block God in this battle!
Nympho
Beijing.
The wind family, Feng Qingcheng and their parents, and many high -levels of many people stared at the screen.
"Tongcheng, when did Zhao Wusheng marry you?" Her father couldn't wait.
"Dad, what do you say, watch the live broadcast seriously." Feng Qingcheng's cheeks floated with two red Xiaxia. She didn't know how to explain the door to the door, but just a temporary acting.
Nympho
Jingzhou.
Ning Xiyu looked at the big display with Liu Qibi in the mansion of Liu's house, and she was attentive. At this time, she smiled, "Grandpa Liu, should my brother win?"
"Not to mention one Miyamoto Mamoru, even if there are ten or a hundred of them, they will not be a match for the young master."
Liu Qibi knew very well what it meant to crack Mount Fuji with one sword. That was the tip of the iceberg of Zhao Fan's strength. If he exploded with all his strength, I'm afraid the entire mountain would be razed to the ground!
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military.
General Xue, Concubine Tang Shi and the Fiery Daughters were also watching the unprecedented battle broadcast live on the black market.
"I seem to have guessed Brother Fan's purpose." Tang Shifei's bright, flaming eyes moved and she said with a smile: "Shock all countries."
"But he... is in danger." General Xue said worriedly: "The Japanese country is bound to mobilize a large number of modern weapons. Not only that, I received news and monitored that the other side has turned on the missile system and is ready to launch at any time.
Even the holy realm cannot survive the bombing of missiles."
"It would be dangerous to switch to other holy places, but the person standing on the top of Mount Fuji right now is named Zhao Mingfan!" Concubine Tang Shi smiled and looked at the girls behind her, "Sisters, right?"
"Yes, a mere missile cannot threaten the instructor!"
"Even if the atomic bomb comes, it won't be enough."
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USA.
In the Dark Church.
The eyes of the Dark Master and the kings of many dark ethnic groups were filled with hatred. That young man actually had the capital to despise the middle stage of the Saint Realm. More than that, even though he was across the screen, he also inferred that Miyamoto Mamoru's two-day first-class skills had reached the Saint Realm.
The power of the late stage, however, with a random sword, he blocked Ertian Yiyi, and at the same time, it also injured the Japanese sword master, and he broke a sword with his bare hands!
He knew he couldn't return this bad breath to the other party.
Suddenly, the dark master said solemnly: "From now on, forget the catastrophe not long ago. Anyone who dares to provoke Zhao Fan will be regarded as betraying the Holy See and will be killed without mercy. In addition, I order the extraordinary people under your command to infiltrate into China."
In that land, whether they are ordinary companies or hidden organizations, all are withdrawn. Zhao Wusheng will never dream of getting involved in China as long as he exists. Do you hear me?!"
"What about the other countries in Southeast Asia?" King Garlang asked. He was extremely lucky in his heart. If he had not been lucky enough to leave early that night, he might have been killed by Zhao Fan but his death would have been in vain.
"Hmm..." The dark master pondered for a few seconds and then said: "In the entire Asia, we are not allowed to leave any extraordinary things and properties belonging to our Holy See. It is good after all to stay far away."
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In the Holy Land Church of the Holy See of Light.
The Pope looked at the screen expressionlessly, and beside him, there was a beautiful mixed-race woman.
The woman held a golden staff in her left hand and a silver bow in her right hand. Her eyes were empty, like a puppet.
"Elsa." The Pope of Light said slowly.
"Honorable Pope."
The mixed-race woman named Aisha nodded, but her voice was mechanical and devoid of emotion, and her lips and teeth looked very unnatural when she spoke.
"That young man's surname is Zhao." Pope Guangming said thoughtfully: "I remember that you once married into a Chinese family surnamed Zhao."
"yes."
Elsa nodded again.
"Now I will send you to the altar." The Pope of Light pressed the red button on the table.
The next moment, two figures in red robes walked in. They were the red-robed archbishops of the Holy See of Light.
"Restore Elsa's memory, let her see the young man's face, use forbidden techniques to confirm the relationship, and then deprive him of his memory." The Pope of Light ordered.
"As you command!"
When the two red archbishops turned around, Elsa also left.
"I hope it's not what I imagined." The Pope of Light narrowed his eyes, "China is a vast land with abundant resources. Even if they have the same surname, the possibility of being related is almost zero."
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The EU countries, as well as Russia, which has become a giant in its own right, and even other continents, are all staged scene after scene surrounding this unprecedented war.
Just then.
Miyamoto Mamoru came back to his senses, but he was not depressed at all. Instead, he looked up to the sky and laughed and said: "Haha, there are only two people I admire in my life. The first one is my ancestor Miyamoto Musashi, and the second one is Miyamoto Musashi."
It’s you, Mr. Zhao.”
"What an honor."
Zhao Fan actually admires this Japanese swordsman very much. What he pursues is the art of swordsmanship that is not bound by any factors. Otherwise, he would not have made the oath with him when he was in China.
Therefore, even if he now has the strength to crush Miyamoto Mamoru, he will not humiliate him.
"Then, please Zhao Jun, take my second move!"
As Miyamoto Mamoru said this, he put his hands together in front of his chest, and then the shadow boat and the red maple, which had broken off a third, also came together.
"Man and sword unite!"
A cold light like sword light emerged from Miyamoto Mamoru's body, which was his unique holy power as a sword master.
The holy power flows to the two long knives that merge into one.
The next moment.
It actually gives people the illusion that Miyamoto Mamoru's whole person and the two long swords are integrated into one, as if they are inseparable from each other and are an innate whole.
"Um?"
A strange color appeared in Zhao Fan's eyes. He looked at Miyamoto Mamoru, who was a man and a sword, and felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart, because that kind of swordsmanship could never be learned through practice. It was perfect and blended like nature.
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Just like the Five Heavenly Sword Styles...
Zhao Fan suddenly understood where Miyamoto Mamoru's confidence came from. This "human and sword unity" was given by the origin of heaven and earth!
Therefore, he replaced Ertian Yiyi and became the strongest swordsman in the opponent's mind.
However, instead of showing any fear, Zhao Fan actually smiled and said to himself: "I originally thought it would be a boring showdown, but I didn't expect a surprise."
In an instant.
Miyamoto Mamoru, who was in the state of combining man and sword, grabbed two long knives, put their tips against his chest, and submerged them into them.
Strangely, the tip of the knife did not appear from behind, and seemed to have disappeared into his body.
This scene made all Chaofan who followed the live broadcast exclaim. Looking at the momentum, they thought that Miyamoto Mamoru felt there was no need to continue and wanted to end his own life. Now it seems that it is contrary to imagination.
Especially Nakajima Sand at the foot of Mount Fuji. She looked at the screen, her hands trembled, and she almost dropped her folding umbrella, "Miyamoto-kun is different from before. He is completely like two people. Now he is...
I have an extremely powerful feeling.”
Misugihara touched his bald head and asked doubtfully: "Where are his Shadow Boat and Hongfeng?"
"Is this the strongest swordsmanship that Miyamoto-kun said?" Okita Takayuki was excited: "I have an intuition that he will kill Zhao Wusheng!"
Many Japanese experts were very excited when they heard this. After all, the three big guys said this, which means that the turning point of this battle has come.
Miyamoto Mamoru pressed the handles of the two long knives with both hands until they were completely submerged in his body. His arms shook and floated into the air.
Zhao Fan's response method, as before, raised the dragon and heavenly sword in his hand, but his eyes were very serious.
"Zhao Jun, take the move!"
As soon as Miyamoto's true words fell, his body landed straight towards Zhao Fan. At the same time, his left arm floated red sword gas, but his right arm was black.
Still the arm, but it feels like the two long knives pretended to be pretended to be.
"Despite it." Zhao Fan nodded lightly.
Miyamoto Shinshou did not have a bullish movement, the red sword gas's left hand five fingers, forming a straight line with the arm, stabbing straight.
The right hand of the black sword gas is folded into a sixty -degree angle, and the head of the elbow faces Zhao Fan with the elbow.
At this moment, centered on his body, the air flow in all directions seemed to be assimilated, condensed into countless red or black knife shadows, and surrounded the young man on the ground!
Up and down, left and right, in all directions, there is almost a swordsman and sword sea.
Zhao Fan was not shocked to stand in place without the signs of hiding. His eyes always fixed on Miyamoto Miyamoto who was coming above, and did not care about his horror offensive.
"One of the people's swords ..." Miyamoto Shine's body was divided into two, and the left half turned into a red sword, and the right half turned into a black sword.
At the same time, his extremely domineering voice sounded as if the monarch came, and it was passed into all the extraordinary ears through the live broadcast equipment in the distance and the air.