Ning Fan walked forward step by step, releasing his invisible aura and dispelling all the opponent's aura.
"Inoue-kun, you take the young lady and leave, I will lead you on your behalf to buy time for you." Matsuguchi Yoko gritted her teeth and prepared to stay by herself.
"How could I let my woman stand in front of me?" Ning Fan said.
Hearing this, Matsuguchi Yoko's heart warmed up, and she became more determined. No matter what happens in the future, she will follow Ning Fan and will never betray her for the rest of her life.
Ning Fan continued: "Chiyoko, I'll give you a chance to clean up the house alone, and leave it to me."
"Can you defeat him?" Chiyoko worried.
"How will you know if you don't try? I will try my best to learn how strong the Japanese Miyamoto family is."
Hearing this, Miyamoto Kazuo stood up and showed an intriguing smile: "Yes, a person I can't see through is quite interesting. I hope you can block a few of my swords."
"no problem!"
The eyes of the two people suddenly condensed, and an invisible aura swept around them. The leaves were blown into the air by the wind and cut into several pieces by the invisible aura.
call out!!!
The next second, the two of them disappeared from the same spot, fighting together at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
clang--
The metallic sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the world, almost piercing people's eardrums.
The old woman frowned. She naturally recognized Ning Fan as the strong man who had reached cooperation with Chiyoko. The moment she saw that Yoko Matsuguchi was not dead, she knew that this strong man must not have been killed by the Kawakami family.
But I didn't expect that the other party would be so strong, and even be able to draw Kazuo Miyamoto, who is known as the Sword Saint of the Miyamoto family.
Chiyoko's eyes were cold and she said, "Are you going to kill yourself with a knife or am I going to kill you with my own hands?"
"Miss, although you are a goddess, it is not that easy for you to kill me without awakening all your bloodlines."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old woman came with a cane in hand. The old woman's methods were extremely terrifying. She was already a strong Saint Lord. From Chiyoko's slightly surprised eyes, it was obvious that the old woman was hiding her original strength.
The garden that was originally full of brilliant cherry blossoms was instantly reduced to rubble by four people. Yoko Matsuguchi retreated to a distance and watched the battle that she could not intervene in.
After one round, Kazuo Miyamoto looked at his trembling blade and murmured: "You have a good sword, Kyushu native."
In the previous fight, Miyamoto Kazuo learned from Ning Fan's aura and the weapons he used that Ning Fan was not a native Japanese, but a powerful warrior from the ancient country of Kyushu.
"Okay, I heard that there are two great sword gods and a sword saint in Kyushu. I wonder who you are?"
Ning Fan held the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand and said calmly: "I am not familiar with the Sword Saint, but the two sword masters are my seniors, so they can be regarded as half of my masters."
Indeed, Ning Fan not only learned Ling Nanfeng's Nine Swords, but also Master Nie's Killing Saint's Zongheng Sword. Although he didn't learn it well enough, it was enough to kill enemies and regarded it as one of his unique skills.
Mr. Nie was considered half a master by killing the Saint, but Ling Nanfeng and Ning Fan had to call his father-in-law anyway.
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll use your head to go to Kyushu to discuss with them." Miyamoto Kazuo showed the face of a martial arts fanatic.
The aura on his body became even sharper, and streams of pure sword energy radiated out. You could see that the samurai sword was trembling with excitement. It was a samurai sword with spirituality.
Ning Fan frowned slightly, he was about to face a true Sword Saint master, who was many times more terrifying than the average Saint Master master.
"kill!"
Miyamoto Kazuo's body flashed, and Ning Fan's pupils shrank rapidly. He felt that there was a sword reaching the sky in front of him, and it was killing him. The terrifying oppression was heart-stopping. This is the God-killing family.