Chapter 338 Myth ancestor, why should I be afraid?
As Miyamoto Mito fell into coma, the top of Mount Fuji fell into silence.
"how's it going?"
"How far is the war going?"
"Who's winning?"
"Chinese Yingyue or Japanese Miyamoto Mito?"
"you still need to ask……"
Seeing that the top of the mountain became quiet, and no movement was heard for a long time, the people watching the battle on the mountain looked at each other, and suddenly became confused in their hearts.
"There has been no movement for a long time. From the looks of it, the battle is 80% over. It seems to have ended quite quickly. The question now is, who won?"
"Yeah, who won?"
"I guess……"
Ordinary mutants and martial arts people are confused, and the grandmaster standing on the mountain is also suspicious.
Hundreds of masters looked at me and I looked at you, all of them frowned and felt uneasy in their hearts.
This is a battle between the Chinese martial arts world and the Japanese martial arts world, which one is better, who loses and who wins, the relationship is huge.
The losing side will never be able to lift its head!
"No need to ask, Mito must have won!"
Shangquan Chuanmu smiled and said: "She just displayed such a terrifying sword intent, let alone Yingyue, even the mythical ancestor may not be able to withstand it!"
"Shangquan is right. I have personally seen the ancestor of Shinhwa use his sword. It was powerful, but it was not as sharp as the blow just now."
Yagyu Madan said slowly: "If even the sword attack just now can't defeat Ying Yue, then I can't think of any other master in this world who can be his opponent!"
"Yeah yeah……"
All the Japanese masters nodded one after another, very happy.
However, Miyamoto Emon is not so optimistic. As a father, he knows his daughter's condition very well.
The sword attack just now was enough to wear down her body. Ever since she was a child, Mito has always been covered in bruises because of her inability to control the sword intent in her body.
According to experience, she must have been injured in that blow just now.
The extent of the injury is unknown.
"I hope the blow just now has killed or seriously injured Ying Yue! Otherwise..."
The Japanese Grandmaster was smiling happily, but the Chinese Grandmaster was looking gloomy and gloomy. The sword attack just now was so terrifying that they had no hope of Ying Yue at all.
"Alas, even someone as strong as Ying Yue can't withstand an attack of that level!"
"That was a sword attack that was enough to seriously injure Shinhwa!"
"Yingyue, alas..."
Listening to the moaning in his ears, Zhao Yang turned pale and climbed towards the top of the mountain. He kept whispering: "It will be okay. Brother Ying is so powerful, how can anything happen?"
However, just after he took a few steps, a familiar voice came to his ears: "Zhao Yang, where are you going?"
When Zhao Yang heard this, he couldn't help but trembled all over. He quickly looked up, with a look of ecstasy on his face: "Ying...Brother Ying, are you okay?"
"What can happen to me?!"
The person who came down from the mountain was naturally Ying Yue. He shrugged and said with a speechless face: "Are you so unsure of me?"
Zhao Yang smiled and said: "I have full confidence in Brother Ying, but they all say you... you, hehe!"
"them?"
Ying Yue glanced at hundreds of masters: "They know nothing!"
These words were extremely disdainful, but the hundreds of masters present did not dare to refute them at all. Instead, they remained silent and looked at Ying Yue with even more awe!
Facing such a fierce sword attack, he turned out to be safe and sound, as if nothing happened. How terrifying must his strength be?
"Has he already entered the realm of mythology?"
Many masters were secretly shocked.
"Yingyue, where is my daughter, how is she?"
At this time, Miyamotoemon suddenly jumped out, pointed at Ying Yue and shouted in a stern voice. He held the knife in both hands and his eyes could spurt fire.
Japanese masters such as Yagyu Matan, Kamiizumi Denki and other Japanese masters also looked at Ying Yue with hostility, and put on a posture of fighting.
"You mean that little girl?"
Ying Yue smiled softly: "I punched her to death, and not even the scum was left. What, you want to avenge her?"
"Damn it, win the thief, give back my daughter's life!"
When Miyamoto Emon heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and the murderous intent emanating from his body almost solidified.
The next moment, he held a knife in both hands and killed Ying Yue in an instant.
"Two days of first-class slashing!"
With a roar, the long knife slashed down, and a bolt of white light shot out, and then split into two, one in the sky and one on the ground.
Then it went up and down, slashing towards Ying Yue from two directions at the same time.
Ying Yue glanced at it disdainfully, flicked his fingers and made two dings, then the two sword lights were scattered, turned into dots of light and shadow, and disappeared.
Seeing that Miyamotoemon was about to launch another attack, Yingyue raised his finger again, and a strong wind hit Miyamotoemon's chest.
He was hit so hard that he vomited blood and flew backwards.
"Master Yingyue, please show mercy!"
Seeing this scene, Yagyu Madan was shocked. He came to Ying Yue and said respectfully: "Master Ying Yue, Miyamoto loves his daughter so much that he offends her. I hope you will show mercy!"
He knew very well that with Yingue's cruel character, if Miyamotoemon continued to pester him, the end would not be much better than Tsukahara Jusanro and Tsukahara Haruto.
"Just this once, never again!"
Ying Yue snorted coldly, retracted his hand, glanced at the many Japanese masters with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Whoever wants to challenge me, I will not refuse, but you must be prepared to die!"
The Japanese masters lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet his eyes, but they hated Ying Yue in their hearts.
After saying that, Ying Yue withdrew his gaze, then looked at Yagyu Matan, and said calmly: "Where are the 1,000 millennium elixirs that were agreed in advance, are you ready?"
"this……"
Yagyu Madan suddenly panicked, hesitating and not knowing how to answer.
Of course, 1,000 thousand-year-old elixirs are not ready.
The preparations are nothing, let alone whether they can get them all together. Even if they can be prepared, it is impossible for them to prepare them.
Those are 1,000 millennium elixirs, not 1,000 Chinese cabbages!
And because they invited Miyamoto Mito, they were very confident and thought they would win, so they couldn't prepare any more.
But Yagyu Madan never expected that it would be such a result, and he was extremely anxious and worried.
"Looking like this, are you not ready?"
Ying Yue smiled, very happily: "Very good, this will give me a reason to go and take a look at the treasure house of the four of you!"
"What?"
Hearing this, Yagyu Madan thought he heard wrongly and looked at Yingyue in disbelief. Go to the treasure house of our four families?
Go take a look?
What does it mean?
Did he want to...
"Master Yingyue, I admit that you are powerful, but our four great Sword Saint families are not weak, so I advise you not to go too far!"
Yagyu Madan looked ugly and said with a sullen face.
The majestic Sword Saint family has a long heritage, how respected is its status?
How could they tolerate Ying Yue's behavior?
"What you rely on is nothing more than those old men who have half their feet in the loess. Haha, why should I be afraid?"