"How can it be a palace.... Miyamoto-sama?How is this possible?!"

Looking at the blood-stained corpses in the pit, the strong Fusang people on the field were full of disbelief, and many people even trembled.

Shouldn't it be Lin Cheng who came down? How could it be Miyamoto-sama? What's going on?

No wonder they can't take it.

After all, Miyamoto Hanzo is not only a kendo powerhouse, but also the first person in Fuso martial arts, known as the man with the most hope of stepping into the divine realm in a hundred years, and the sword saint in the hearts of countless Fuso ronins.

Countless people even regard him as the hope of Fuso martial arts to recast its glory!

Now that he has died so tragically here, who can accept it?

Sujiro and others are even more mournful.

Even Miyamoto Hanzo, who is holding the demon knife Muramasa, is not Lin Cheng's opponent, who else can Fusang stand up to him?

"Wait. The Chinese people cheat! Today's gambling is invalid!"

At this time, a strong man from Fusang looked around with a cold and fierce look in his eyes, and suddenly spoke.

Of course I can't admit it!

If it is admitted, doesn't it mean that Fusang Martial Arts has been completely crushed by the Chinese cultivation world?

You must know that this is a decisive battle that will shake the world, once the tone is really set, Fusang Martial Arts will be in a slump, and even crushed to death by this Chinese man for decades!

When the time comes, these so-called 'glory witnesses' will become sinners for the ages in the Fusang martial arts world!

As soon as he said this, a group of Fusang powerhouses also reacted immediately. The strong strength was surging all over the body, and they all showed a threatening look in their eyes, staring at the Chinese warriors on the field.

Although there are many strong people from all over the world on the field, after all, the road is far away, there are only more than a dozen, except for Fusang, the largest audience is the Chinese martial arts world.

As long as you can hold them down, you can keep the storm within a tolerable range.

But the face of the tengu god was miserable.

He is a Shikigami, so he has no time to care about the rise and fall of the bullshit martial arts world.

After all, abandoning his physical body at the beginning meant that he had embarked on a completely different path from martial arts.

But the problem is that Lin Cheng has threatened to destroy the remaining three shrines in the future! Now that the strongest Miyamoto Hanzo is dead, who can stop him? Who can guarantee that he will not die?

A group of Chinese warriors were shocked and angry when they heard this.

Is this funny for the Fuso people? The dignified decisive battle came to an end, and at the end came a word of cheating?

But after all, this is the territory of Fusang, and even Wang Zheng's expression changed and he didn't speak.

Once the fire is up......

The dark tide of the two sides was surging, but Gengmu Changming and the real giant chaebols did not say a word, still staring at the cloudy mountain top, their expressions were a little gloomy and a little relieved.

Of course, they were saddened by the passing of Miyamoto Hanzo, after all, this was the only Fuso man who was closest to the divine realm in a hundred years, and his death had an earthquake-like impact on the entire Fuso martial arts world.

As for the idea of cheating, they didn't think about it at all, not because they didn't want to, but because it was impossible to succeed.

Because Miyamoto Hanzo is dead, this is an ironclad fact.

As long as Lin Cheng is still alive and kicking, who cares about Fusang's own people covering their ears and stealing bells?

But things are not without their turnaround.

You must know that Lin Cheng has not come down yet......

If he and Miyamoto-sama both fall, the result will be a earth-shaking change.

When the time comes, the thirteenth red notice will replace the third red notice, not to mention the excitement, but also the majesty of Huaxia from the side......

And just as the minutes and seconds passed. When the joy in the hearts of Changming and the others became stronger and stronger, a faint voice suddenly came:

"Miyamoto Hanzo is dead, and you're still happy?"

Gengmu Changming subconsciously looked up and saw a black-haired young man, stepping into the sky and descending leisurely.

Like a frozen photo, the expressions on the faces of Changming and many chaebols were completely frozen.

……

'He really beheaded Miyamoto-sama!'

Seeing Lin Cheng, Gengmu Changming only felt cold hands and feet. The previous expectations all turned into fear.

After all, the appearance of Lin Cheng meant that the battle finally ended with the defeat of Fusang.

And he, who is not even twenty years old this year, can't say that he will suppress the Fusang martial arts world for decades!

The faces of the giant chaebols are also very ugly.

Not to mention the five billion dollars, the impact of this war alone on them is difficult to accept.

After all, the chaebol has stood for hundreds of years, and in the final analysis, it is supported by the powerful forces behind it. Lin Cheng, on the other hand, trampled the most powerful person under his feet. As a foreigner.

And where would many warriors in Huaxia care about this, after a period of silence, all cheered in ecstasy.

"See, right? What did I say before? Lord Lin has won every battle since his debut, and he can defeat Fusang with a broken knife? It's an international joke!"

Someone shook his head.

"Heh, a grass on the wall, what you said before was that Mr. Lin was afraid that he would be more auspicious today. ”

Wang shook his head with a smile and glanced at his apprentice, who was bragging again, and the latter had no choice but to smile.

But the big picture has been decided, and no one cares about these details.

Soon, everyone, including Wang Zheng, the dragon head of the Xingyi Fist, looked at Lin Cheng with shocked eyes, and from time to time there were expressions such as shock, reverence, and fear.

Hanzo Miyamoto.

Fuso's No. 1 martial arts powerhouse, the thirteenth pinnacle of the CIA Red Notice, holding the Muramasa long knife, which is known as the demon knife, is infinitely close, or has broken through to the realm of the gods.

Beheaded!

With this kind of corpse falling into the mountain stream. A rough way to pierce your chest!

And Lin Cheng, the attacker, is not yet twenty years old this year!

'A once-in-a-century genius?'

Wang Zheng glanced at Lin Cheng, lowered his head deeply, and thought, "A demon that has not come out for a thousand years!"

Li Zhuxin's heart is even more complicated. Surprised, flustered, and incredulous.

At this time, a break suddenly came:

"Lin Cheng. Even if you behead Miyamoto-sama, don't try to challenge the remaining three major shrines!"

"Remember, this is Fuso!"

But seeing that the tengu god's face was gloomy, he took a step forward, and his breath gushed out wildly, and he reprimanded loudly.

Everyone in Huaxia felt this breath, and their expressions changed, this is definitely a great onmyoji!

"Oh?

Lin Cheng smiled slightly when he heard this. With a wave of the sleeve robe, a terrifying impact of qi and blood surged away, pulling out a long brilliant luster in the void, and rushed towards the tengu god who spoke.

And then ...... You're going to die!"

The boy-like tengu god sneered, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and a pupil technique flashed.

Two pillars of light that looked like substance burst out, like lasers, and slammed into the blood.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous explosion.

The pillar of light and the blood dissipated at the same time, but the Tengu God retreated seven or eight steps in a row to stabilize his body, but Lin Cheng did not move at all.

'Didn't he get a little damaged?'

The tengu god has a word of suffering.

He originally thought that after the battle on the top of the mountain, Lin Cheng's Zhenyuan would lose a lot, but considering that his next target was himself, he made a move to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Is it possible to sit back and wait for him to come to the door and kill himself?

But he did a lot of calculations, but he still didn't calculate. Lin Cheng's true element thickness has not decreased at all!

"Oh, can you still stop me?"

Lin Cheng really didn't expect that this cold guy would be able to block his own blow.

But then, Lin Cheng didn't bother to think about it, and directly smashed it out.

For the Fuso people. He doesn't have the time to play anything and give you an agreement of ten years of cultivation.

Seeing that this punch was about to fall on him, the tengu god was terrified in his heart.

He heard that the god Aoki was at the shrine at the beginning. That's how one punch was blown up alive!

In full view of the public, he ...... He shouldn't dare kill me, right?'

The tengu god couldn't even fight back, so he could only pray bitterly in his heart.

And at this moment, a vicissitudes of life suddenly came from a faint distance away, as if directly reflected in the ear.

"Mr. Lin, that's enough. ”

As soon as the words fell, an invisible wave of qi came from the void layer upon layer, in a very special way. Eliminate the fist shadow that was about to be printed on the head of the tengu god on the spot.

"It's Amaterasu......"

The eyes of the tengu god suddenly lit up with hope for life.

But as soon as he said three words, he felt a slight coldness in his chest, and a hole appeared on it.

"It's Amaterasu Shrine. ”

Lin Cheng slowly withdrew his hand and finished the remaining three words for him. In everyone's incredulous gaze, he smiled slightly:

"But I ...... Or kill you. ”