"Yes, it's Lord Sword Saint." After hearing the other party say the name of Lord Sword Saint, Miyamoto Hanzo seemed to have finally found a supportive backing, and his tone returned to normal.
In his eyes, no matter how powerful the other party is, it is impossible for him to surpass Lord Sword Saint.
Even if Lord Sword Saint has now turned into a ghost.
But it seems to be stronger.
"Your Excellency, I don't know who you are. Maybe you are a God Realm Master, but the Sword Saint is among the top ten in the God List. If you take Sakura away, the Sword Saint will definitely get angry, so you,
Let's stop. As for what you did at Miyamoto's family, Miyamoto's family is willing to give up their past grudges and pretend that nothing has happened." Miyamoto Hanzo talked freely, restoring the strategic temperament of the head of the Miyamoto family.
Long Qu's eyes narrowed and said, "She is a disciple of Shiraki Longyi, so that's even better. Hand her over immediately."
He was about to find Shirouchi Longyi.
Because he always felt that this name was very familiar, it must be someone he knew before. If he found Shiraki Ryuichi, his memory might be restored.
"You..." Miyamoto Hanzo's voice stopped abruptly, and he said with a red look: "Ge, yours, are you going to go against Lord Sword Saint?"
He did not expect that he would not only not scare the other party away, but instead made the other party even tougher.
boom!
At this moment, a person rushed in from the big hole in the wall of the dojo. It was Miyamoto Nogo.
At this time, Miyamoto's clothes were torn and his face was covered with mud. There was no trace of the temperament of a great swordsman. He looked like a wounded hungry wolf, his eyes were red and his breath was extremely violent.
As soon as he rushed in, he shouted, "Baga, let's die!"
Miyamoto Nobuo activated the bloodthirsty secret technique, his whole body was bleeding red, his muscles were tangled, and his breath surged wildly. At that moment, he even reached the power of a half-step divine realm. He rushed towards the dragon, every step
When I stepped out, the ground kept cracking, and large pieces of wood chips and bricks flew up.
Miyamoto no Yoshio rushed straight to the dragon like a bulldozer.
Even the Miyamoto disciples who could not dodge on the way were directly smashed by Miyamoto Nobu and their flesh and blood were flying everywhere.
"Wild husband!"
When Miyamoto Hanzo saw the crazy Miyamoto Nogo, his face changed.
He knew that Miyamoto noro is irritable and arrogant, and he could not tolerate disobedience at all, let alone being swept away like a fly in front of everyone. However, the young man in front of him didn't even take it seriously.
Miyamoto Hanzo was about to remind him to be careful.
The dragon was impatient, raised one palm, slapped it hard, and bang!
The vital energy in the void condensed wildly, and instantly condensed a large palm with a diameter of several meters in diameter in the air, like green jade, revealing a slight green light. The vital energy that condensed as essence slapped the palm of Miyamoto Nogo's head.
Bang!
The entire dojo shook violently.
When the palm dissipated, everyone saw a deep palm print that was bound to appear on the ground. In the palm print, there was a bloody meat pie that had been pressed into paper thin.
"Wild husband!"
Miyamoto Hanzo trembled.
At the same time, the entire Miyamoto family was deeply frightened and trembled.
Miyamoto Nogo, the strongest swordsman in the Miyamoto family, was bounced away like a fly just now, and when he came back madly, he was so incompetent and furious that he was really slapped to death like a fly.
What kind of power is this?
Is it the arrival of the true god?
Bang!
Bang!
The sword in the hands of all the Miyamoto family fell to the ground, looking at the figure that looked like a god, her knees were weak and she fell to the ground.
The Japanese nation is full of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. It will only open its minions to the weak, but facing the strong, especially the strong who abused them, is more obedient.
Just like when World War II, two nuclear bombs were thrown to Country M and killed hundreds of thousands of people, Japan not only did not hate the powerful Country M, but kept licking it.
This is the nature of their nation.
So Miyamoto was shot to death on the spot, completely subduing the Miyamoto family.
Not only did no one dare to have the idea of revenge, but instead crawled on the ground with awe of gods.
Ryu looked at Miyamoto Hanzo, and his extremely plain eyes made the head of the Miyamoto family immediately lower his head: "I will bring Sakura immediately, sir, please wait."
At this moment, he did not dare to mention the name of Shirato Ryuichi, and turned to a kneeling middle-aged man beside him and said, "Tsubasa, go and bring Sakura here."
"Yes, father."
The middle-aged man was named Toshio Miyamoto, who was Miyamoto's father. He stood up and ran quickly to the backyard, about five minutes later.
Miyamoto Toshio walked in with a Sakura Miyamoto. Sakura Miyamoto's injuries had not recovered and her face was still a little pale, but her actions were gone. She followed her father into the Sword Temple.
His eyes suddenly shrank, and he showed a hint of surprise.
She saw that everyone in the entire dojo were creeping and kneeling down, even her tough grandfather, Miyamoto Hanzo, the head of the Miyamoto family, knelt there respectfully, like a pilgrimage.
What's going on?
In the entire Japanese country, except for Lord Sword Saint and Emperor, who can make Miyamoto Hanzo kneel down?
Could it be that the Sword Saint and the Emperor are here?
She looked at it and there was only one person standing in front of his grandfather.
"Why is it him?" Sakura Miyamoto's eyes showed even more surprise. She was not the Emperor or the Sword Saint. The one standing there was Haruko Tachiha's brother.
She didn't know the name of this person, she only knew that Haruko Tachiha called him brother.
How could it be him!
Sakura Miyamoto was confused.
"Sakura, hurry up, don't let the adults wait for a long time." Miyamoto Toshio urged.
Sakura Miyamoto finally walked to the man.
Miyamoto Hanzo shouted, "Sakura, kneel down immediately."
Sakura Miyamoto didn't move, but was full of curiosity. She kept looking at the man in front of her. She had long hair and beard, which was a little vague, but her eyes were very clear, like a crystal clear black jade gem, and she should be a very handsome young one.
man.
Suddenly she smelled a trace of blood, her eyes glanced over, and her pupils suddenly shrank into a little. Not far away, there was a huge palm print, as if it was carved on it, and the palm print was clearly visible, but the meat pie on the palm print
Somewhat shocking.
Who died?
Sakura Miyamoto suddenly saw a piece of scabbard falling on the edge of the palm print. It was not the scabbard of Miyamoto's famous sword "Keimaru". This iconic famous sword is easy to identify.
She soon discovered that there was no Miyamoto Nogo around.
"Father, that's..." Sakura Miyamoto asked.
Miyamoto Toshio said tremblingly: "Don't ask too much. The wild man violated the lord and was already dead. Why not kneel down and salute to the lord."
Sakura Miyamoto was shocked.
Miyamoto was actually killed.
Now she finally knew why the Miyamoto family members were kneeling here.