"This?"

Not only did Miyamoto Chuan look moved, but Song Ziyue also covered her mouth and was stunned.

Seeing Mo Fan smile slightly, his body became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a wooden stake, and Song Ziyue's black knife was stabbed at the back of the stake.

Mo Fan's breath disappeared completely.

"This is ninjutsu, a stand-in?"

Miyamoto Chuan's face sank slightly, and his gaze darkened.

This is one of the most common types of ninjutsu, in which things around you transform into your own shape to fool your enemies and withstand enemy attacks.

Therefore, Song Ziyue did not stab Mo Fan, but Mo Fan's stand-in.

Mo Fan got rid of the trap he had carefully arranged, which had already surprised him, but he didn't expect Mo Fan to be able to do ninjutsu.

After a moment, Miyamoto's complexion returned to normal.

"Master Mo of the East China Sea is really powerful, he has taught a knowledgeable and talented apprentice like Mr. Mo, and he even knows our Japanese ninjutsu, it seems that it is not so easy to deceive Mr. Mo with magic. Miyamoto said with a hint of caution, and his handsome face no longer had the previous disdain.

This Mo Fan seems to be a little more powerful than he thought.

On the lake, Mo Fan ignored Miyamoto River.

Song Ziyue was controlled by someone with magic, how could he not see it.

If you want to use magic to deceive his eyes, first ask him if his eyes agree.

"I'm far from what you Miyamoto family can imagine, let alone what this kind of person can imagine, open your eyes and take a good look. Mo Fan said lightly.

"Huh?" Miyamoto's face changed again.

As Mo Fan fell, Mo Fan's disappearing aura reappeared, soaring at an extremely fast speed.

The 49 Miyamoto Kawa turned their eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

A Mo Fan appeared on the surface of the lake, standing near the lake, with a bright moon hanging high behind him, like a god, and the moon became his foil.

The next moment, 9 of them Miyamoto Chuan turned his eyes again, looking at a tree, and another Mo Fan was standing on it.

It didn't take long for Mo Fan's figure to keep flashing.

81 Mo Fan appeared around Miyamoto River, each with the same breath, each holding a sword-shaped qi soldier in his hand, with a calm and relaxed expression, as if he didn't take everything into account.

Miyamoto Chuan's face suddenly drooped, and he took advantage of the time gained by the four house slaves to arrange a yin and yang array around him.

First, to prevent Mo Fan from escaping or summoning to Master Mo, after all, he had to refine the Heaven and Earth Source Stone to be comparable to Master Mo, and before that, he had to ensure that he would not be killed by Master Mo.

Second, with the blessing of this yin and yang array, he has so many clones.

Who knew that Mo Fan not only used the formation, but also conjured up more clones than him.

"This ......"

His gaze flickered for a moment, and his shock was replaced by a cold light with murderous intent.

Although he is not best at spells, all the spells are suppressed by a Shina person, which also makes him very unhappy.

"Very good, no one has made me serious for a long time, especially the people of China, you are the first in the past few years, you should feel lucky to be able to die under my serious swordsmanship. ”

After that, he didn't talk nonsense with Mo Fan again.

The 49 figures held knives in one hand, and the long knives in their hands drew a circle around him in the air, and finally carried them behind him.

He slashed back with another step, his body slightly arched, and his eyes were cold.

"One word!"

As soon as the voice fell, the 49 figures disappeared from the spot, and when they reappeared, they had already reached the side of 81 Mo Fan.

The long knife shone brightly in the moonlight, slashing straight through the air, forming a hair-thick vertical line that slashed down from the top of Mo Fan's head.

Before the knife fell, the knife wind suddenly set off, and the air seemed to be full of the sharpest blades, which were so sharp that people's hair was numb.

On the side, Song Ziyue was originally not within the scope of the sword light.

However, on her bare skin, tiny wounds kept appearing, and blood beads were pouring out.

Mo Fan's eyelids raised slightly, glanced at the long knife that had been slashed, and shook his head and smiled.

"It's also the last time you'll be serious. ”

Miyamoto Chuan dared to let the women of the Bai family become breeding tools, he had to die tonight, no exceptions.

"That's because you don't know me at all, let alone my Miyamoto family's swordsmanship. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Miyamoto's mouth, and he smiled disappretently.

If someone in Japan doesn't know the swordsmanship of their Miyamoto family, it must be that person who lives at the bottom and is not qualified to know their kendo family Miyamoto.

Even among the martial arts families in the world, their Miyamoto family's swordsmanship is also famous, and there are as many people who want to worship their Miyamoto family to learn swords as they want to learn Chinese kung fu from Bruce Lee.

The difference is that there are many people who despise Chinese kung fu, but no one dares to say that the swordsmanship of the Miyamoto family is a showmanship.

"There are indeed some more skills in fighting than ordinary people, but it's just a mortal martial arts. Mo Fan smiled lightly.

Miyamoto River's ability to condense the sword qi onto the blade and turn into an existence thinner and sharper than the blade is indeed commendable.

He can become a generation of grandmasters on Earth, but this technique can enter the eyes of his immortal medicine immortals?

Joke.

The 81 figures raised their arms in unison, and the qi soldiers in their hands lightly picked up the long knife in Miyamotogawa's hand.

Miyamoto Kawa's face stiffened with a smile and a hideous gaze.

In Mo Fan's eyes, the swordsmanship that their Miyamoto family is proud of in Japan is worth a little more than rags, which he can't accept.

"It seems that only by letting you kill you will you know how powerful our Miyamoto family is. ”

He originally had no intention of killing Mo Fan, who was just an apprentice of Master Mo in the East China Sea in his eyes.

As long as Mo Fan handed over the Heaven and Earth Source Stone, he would not do anything to Mo Fan, and at most trap him in this Yin and Yang Array for a few days.

Perhaps, he will leave Song Ziyue to serve Mo Fan.

Since Mo Fan despised their Miyamoto family's swordsmanship like this, he could only kill them.

No one can humiliate them that the Miyamoto family is not dead, especially the Shina pig, even more damned.

As soon as the thought moved, the strength in his hand increased a few points, and the long knife suddenly sank, slashing at Mo Fan's qi soldiers.

With a "clang", Miyamoto Chuan's long knife was like cutting tofu, cutting off the sword-shaped qi soldier in Mo Fan's hand, and the long knife slashed towards Mo Fan like a broken bamboo.

The corners of Miyamoto's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Mo Fan, and the long knife stopped abruptly and hung above Mo Fan's head.

"Mr. Mo, do you still think that our Miyamoto family's swordsmanship is just a mortal martial art?"

Mo Fan didn't say that their Miyamoto family's swordsmanship was very ordinary, his qi soldiers were easily cut off by their Miyamoto family's swordsmanship, which was the same as giving Mo Fan a slap in the face.

Under the sharp blade, Mo Fan did not see the slightest ripple on his face, and he was still as indifferent as Mount Tai, not moving in the wind and rain.

"Being able to cut through the air, your Miyamoto family's swordsmanship is indeed enough to make a name for itself in Japan. Mo Fan nodded and said, re-changing the reliance on the Miyamoto family's swordsmanship. It's okay if he doesn't say it, as soon as this sentence comes out, Miyamoto Chuan's handsome face can suddenly wring out water.