Miyamoto didn't laugh angrily, if he wanted to change his temper back then, he would have already chopped the arrogant Chinese kid in front of him into pieces with one sword, but since he retired to the mountains and forests, his heart and killing intent have converged a lot.

"In that case, let us die. Miyamoto's eyes sank, and then a palm knife slashed, and a sharp knife slashed towards Yang Shaolong's head, the moment this sword appeared, the white clouds in the air rolled upside down, and the wind was fierce.

Miyamoto's casual move caused the world to change color, which naturally made the people of the island country vibrate, "I bet that Miyamoto's predecessors killed Yang Shaolong, and they didn't even need to pull out the knife." ”

"Hmph, do you use a cattle slaughtering knife to kill chickens?" Another island man looked in the direction of Yang Shaolong and snorted coldly.

On the top of the mountain, Yang Shaolong's body turned into a streamer, and he directly punched the sword, the sword collapsed, and the powerful qi wave cut the trees on the top of the mountain into pieces.

This punch touched the heart of the Chinese martial arts world, and all the Chinese martial artists present cheered for it, not only here, but also the Ministry of State Security in China.

In a huge computer room, dozens of staff members are frantically tapping on the keyboard with their fingers, showing lines of code and satellite outlines.

And in Minister Chen's office, Qinglong, Xuanwu, Baihu and more than a dozen generals were all staring nervously at a huge screen in front of them, Minister Chen clenched his fists, this battle is related to the face of the Chinese martial arts world.

"This punch is very strong. Qinglong's eyes burst into essence, and a touch of frustration rose in his heart.

In the same picture, on an unknown mountain range, two old men in robes were comfortably drinking drinks and eating grapes, and in front of them, there was a light curtain, and the light curtain was also a picture of Yang Shaolong and Miyamoto fighting.

"This kid was a bit of a surprise to me. The white-robed old man muttered to himself.

Island country, on Fugang Mountain, Miyamoto's face was a little surprised, and he smiled faintly, "It seems that you are qualified to let me use the knife." ”

"Senior Miyamoto, are you still going to use the knife?" The warrior of the island country was a little regretful, in his opinion, even if the senior Miyamoto didn't have a knife, he could kill this kid.

Miyamoto pulled out the katana from his waist, this knife was a little different from other katanas in the island country, the silhouette was relatively large, and the style was a bit like the full moon scimitar of ancient China.

On the Huaxia Mountain Range, the white-robed old man and the gray-robed old man sat up from the chair the moment they saw the scimitar.

"Waning Moon. ”

"Master, is this waning moon the weapon in Miyamoto's hand?" Next to him, a woman in a green shirt looked at the old man in a white robe puzzled. The white-robed old man sighed slightly and talked about the origin of the waning moon.

"The waning moon is a national weapon in China, it has been inherited for a long time, the material is strange, the iron is sharpened like mud, and it was later plundered by Miyamoto, and he fought with him for several years, Miyamoto can have today's achievements, the waning moon treasure knife, the contribution is indispensable. ”

At the moment when the waning moon made a move, Miyamoto Taiichi's momentum changed suddenly, his eyes were sharp, there seemed to be a sword disillusionment in the depths of his pupils, and his black robe was windless.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a real sword god, and a solemn killing intent emanated from him, and a strong wind blew from the entire Fugang Mountain.

However, this was not a strong wind, but a sword qi, a sword qi that was almost about to materialize, and some martial artists with weaker cultivation felt as if they had been pricked by needles.

The sword qi swept towards Zhuo Xuege, Suzaku frowned, waved his big hand, and an invisible barrier blocked this sword qi from the outside.

The place where Miyamoto Taiichi fought here was a hundred meters, but this sword qi affected everyone present, the Huaxia camp, an old man propped up with both hands, and the thick true yuan formed a huge barrier, blocking all the sword qi outside.

Yang Shaolong frowned slightly, all these sword qi converged on Miyamoto's body, and Miyamoto's cultivation all burst out, and Wuhou was at the peak!

"Drink. ”

Miyamoto held the hilt of the knife with both hands, scolded, and slashed at Yang Shaolong with a fierce knife, and the entire mountaintop burst out with dazzling light, and dozens of meters of sword slashed towards Yang Shaolong.

Yang Shaolong's expression was indifferent, and as soon as he pointed out, the thick true yuan condensed into a point, and the phantom formed by a huge finger collided with the knife.

The fingers were broken, the knife was scattered, and the palace itself pulled up an afterimage, which instantly appeared in front of Yang Shaolong, he slashed it with a knife, and Yang Shaolong's body was on the side, and he slapped it out with one palm.

Miyamoto's knife missed, and one side of his body was slashed horizontally, Yang Shaolong punched Miyamoto's blade, and the thick true yuan was actually chopped, and Yang Shaolong's fist appeared a white trace, if it was a little strong, it was estimated that it would bleed.

"Slash!"

Miyamoto let out another burst of applause, jumped up, and fell from the sky holding the waning moon, and a semicircular sword slashed towards Yang Shaolong's head.

Yang Shaolong made a move, and a blood-red knife appeared in his hand behind his back, this is the Zhengcun demon knife that hid from the idol, this knife is the national weapon of the island country.

"Damn, this is the Zhengcun Demon Knife, which was taken away by a Huaxia person. Some islanders shouted indignantly.

"Miyamoto-senpai killed this person, and the Masura-chan demon sword will naturally return to our country!" the other ninja also looked unwilling.

The Huaxia warrior sneered, "Isn't your old Miyamoto dog holding our Huaxia national weapon?" I really don't know that your face from there is beeping here!"

Miyamoto's face also changed slightly, he had lived in seclusion for many years, and he didn't know the whereabouts of the Zhengcun Demon Knife, but he never thought that it was in the hands of the Huaxia people.

In this way, the picture is a little strange, the legendary character of China is holding the national weapon of the island country, and the legendary figure of the island country is holding the national weapon of China.

Yang Shaolong sneered, holding the sword in his right hand and pointing at the sword in his left hand, he is using a sword as a sword, in the hands of a real swordsman, anything can be a sword, of course there is a real weapon, better.

Yang Shaolong used the swordsmanship of the martial arts, and one after another red rays flashed on the top of the mountain, and Miyamoto's swordsmanship was not weak, the cold light was shining, and the sword light and sword shadow.

"Points. ”

Yang Shaolong threw the demon knife into the air, and Zhenyuan mixed it with spiritual power, using the Zhengcun demon knife as a medium, dividing it into dense sword qi.

Miyamoto's eyes froze, he didn't know what kind of swordsmanship Yang Shaolong used, but there seemed to be something wrong with this momentum, and these sword qi were not so simple.

The sword qi in the sky emitted a piercing sword groan, as if these swords were real!

Under the mountain, there was silence, and there was a hint of expectation in the eyes of the Huaxia warriors, hoping that this sword could directly kill Miyamoto Taiichi.

"Yes. ”

With Yang Shaolong's scolding, all the sword qi merged together, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, a blood-red long sword appeared in front of Yang Shaolong, the blood light on the long sword flowed, trembling with a violent momentum, it seemed that he couldn't wait to destroy everything in front of him.

Yang Shaolong looked at the long sword in front of him with satisfaction, and then slapped his palm on the hilt of the sword, the long sword was like an arrow off the string, shooting directly at Miyamoto's head, Miyamoto flashed sideways to the side, but the long sword seemed to be interesting, turned in a direction and continued to shoot at its head.

Miyamoto probably also knew that he couldn't hide from this sword qi, so he lifted the waning moon and slashed dozens of knives in front of him, and these sword qi formed a protective shield around him.

Yang Shaolong's long sword stabbed on the protective shield, and Miyamoto's whole person flew out more than ten meters away with the protective shield, and the sword qi twisted the long sword into pieces, and it seemed that the cover was also broken and dissipated.

"This Miyamoto is nothing more than that, it's still my dragon brother who is mighty. The Huaxia warrior Sword Miyamoto was beaten out, and his mood became excited.

The people of the island were silent, and someone stood up and said angrily: "What are you anxious about, Miyamoto seniors didn't use all their strength, and they didn't even show their strength to deal with the sword god at the beginning, if Miyamoto's seniors used a killing move, this kid would definitely be killed!"

Chen Bufan and Hua Daimei looked at the battlefield with worried expressions, Suzaku was also a little nervous, only Zhuo Xuege was full of confidence on the side.

"Xue Ge, why aren't you worried at all?" Suzaku asked puzzled.

Zhuo Xuege smiled lightly and asked rhetorically, "Why are you worried?"

"This is Miyamoto Taiichi, the strongest master in the island country. Suzaku shook her head with a wry smile, she couldn't guess what Zhuo Xue Ge was thinking.

"So what? I believe in Brother Shaolong, since he has accepted Miyamoto's challenge book, then Brother Shaolong must be confident, I believe in him!" Zhuo Xue Ge smiled and said.

The battle continued, Yang Shaolong and Miyamoto were like two jets in the sky, fighting from left to right, from front to back, this scene was similar to the scene that happened above the East Island Temple!

"Boom. ”

Yang Shaolong and Miyamoto Taichi landed on the top of the mountain from the sky, and then collided together, to be precise, the waning moon and the Zhengcun demon knife collided together, and the surrounding knife qi turned the surrounding grass and trees into ashes.

In mid-air, a drone wanted to watch the battle up close, but it was directly blown into pieces, and the fragments were cut into powder by the knife gas.

"Boy. You've got to make me pay attention. Miyamoto Taiichi cautiously stared at Yang Shaolong in front of him and said, the weapons of the two collided together, and the true yuan in the body continued to flow above the martial energy. The clothes on both sides were rustling, and under the protection of Zhenyuan, they were intact.

"Don't talk nonsense, just use any tricks. Yang Shaolong snorted coldly, and then, the two of them pushed forward hard at the same time to widen the distance.

After this battle, it seemed to be evenly divided, and the only time was the blood-colored long sword condensed by Yang Shaolong, which sent Miyamoto flying, but it didn't hurt him.

On the mountains of Huaxia, the white-robed old man and the gray-robed old man both stood up, they stood with their hands in their hands, staring intently at the picture on the screen.

"This Yang Shaolong, maybe he can really win this Miyamoto Taiichi!" the white robe looked a little surprised.

"Maybe we've all looked away. The gray-robed old man sighed and said, when the two of them heard that Yang Shaolong had taken over Miyamoto's battle book, they were not optimistic about Yang Shaolong, but now Yang Shaolong's performance has subverted their ideas.