The others were unable to stop him and stared at Miyamoto Ichiro with scarlet eyes.
"Very good, I just like you people from the Dragon Country with backbone!"
Miyamoto Ichiro grinned and said disdainfully.
The old man stopped all the angry disciples, took a breath, put on his weapons, and walked into the field holding a spear.
Ichiro Miyamoto could clearly feel the strength of this old man, who only had the peak cultivation level of the late Grand Master.
But some of the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom are indeed powerful. Although he looked disdainful, Ichiro Miyamoto still drew his katana.
"The golden snake dances wildly!"
The old man knew that his strength was not as good as Miyamoto Ichiro, so he immediately took action first.
The spear in his hand was like a spiritual snake or a blue dragon, strangling Miyamoto Ichiro crazily.
The mighty momentum is so overwhelming that it makes people breathless.
"Not bad, I finally have some strength!"
Miyamoto Ichiro shouted loudly when he saw this. In the midst of lightning and flint, he clenched his katana with both hands and slashed wildly with the sword.
This sword was like a huge mountain falling from the sky, instantly suppressing the old man's spear.
"clang!"
The old man stepped back crazily with his spear in hand. Under the surge of energy and blood, his whole face was filled with blood and turned red.
"Come again!"
The old man roared loudly and swept out his spear with an unparalleled momentum that never came back.
Miyamoto Ichiro showed a cruel smile and slashed down with his katana.
Swords and spears collided together, gold and iron clashed, and the void trembled.
"Boom!"
The sword light and the spear edge exploded at the same time, and huge energy waves exploded instantly, forming huge waves that swept away in all directions.
Whether it was the disciples of the Qingcang sect or the warriors who followed Miyamoto Ichiro, they immediately defended with all their strength and stepped out ten meters away!
The showdown between the late stage of the Grand Master and the peak of the Grand Master, if you don’t have the realm of the Grand Master, don’t even think about watching the battle up close!
The two men who fought each other missed each other by mistake.
The old man's feet were close to the ground, and his figure suddenly retreated, leaving two deep grooves on the ground with his feet!
"Clang!"
The spear hit the ground and made a crisp sound.
As soon as the old man stood firm, his body trembled, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!"
"Master, are you okay?"
All the disciples turned pale and were about to rush forward.
"It's okay, don't move!"
The old man shouted sharply, and all the disciples immediately stopped like wooden stakes.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, the old man realized that this Japanese warrior, whose cultivation level was one level higher than his own, was really difficult to deal with.
Even with his full strength, he still couldn't be defeated, and it was even... difficult to match him.
After all, the battle between the same level is still difficult to determine the outcome, and not everyone has the ability to leapfrog the challenge.
What's more, it's a contest between the late Grandmaster and the Grandmaster at his peak!
"I lost..."
The old man gave a wry smile, but his eyes became firmer: "But, I'm not dead yet!"
He bent down and picked up the spear again.
A true man must stand upright!
His body will die, but in the face of his mortal enemy, his spirit will never perish!