The golden light flowed, permeating Ling Yu's body, like ripples, like a light breeze.

With fluttering hair, Ling Yu stood proudly in the void, with a well-proportioned and perfect figure, a calm and handsome face, and his personal aura reached the extreme.

Everyone looked at him, and their hearts couldn't help but be in a trance.

Miyamoto Musashi saw that Ling Yu still didn't take care of himself, and his anger came from it, this is a great insult to himself, he should be beheaded!

His body was as fast as the light, and he appeared in front of Ling Yu in an instant, and the sword light flashed, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

Ling Yu's raised palm also fell at this moment.

Click!

With the crisp sound of metal shattering, under everyone's shocked gaze, the blade in Miyamoto Musashi's hand cracked all over the place, and finally turned into countless metal fragments and spilled out.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out of his mouth, and Miyamoto Musashi himself flew out sideways.

"How so!"

The Sword Master forcibly stabilized his body in the air, staring at Ling Yu deadly, his eyes trembling in disbelief.

He looked down, and a deep palm print appeared on his steely abdomen, which was still the result of being resisted by weapons.

He turned from attack to defense at the last moment, because he felt the deadly aura emanating from Ling Yu's body.

Instinctively driven, if you insist on attacking, you will definitely die!

The results verified Miyamoto Musashi's guess.

"Juggernaut, you've already lost!"

At this moment, Ji Feilong spoke in a deep voice, and everyone looked at him when he heard it.

"Didn't you notice that Mr. Ling never moved his steps from beginning to end?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked and gasped.

Miyamoto Musashi's pupils also shrank suddenly, he hadn't paid attention to it, but he was reminded by Ji Feilong......

"In other words, defeating you is as easy as a breeze for Mr. Ling!"

This sentence exploded in his mind like thunder, and Miyamoto Musashi subconsciously took a step back, his face pale.

Extreme pride in exchange for extreme unwillingness, suddenly his face was hideous and distorted, he roared violently, and rushed towards Ling Yu in the air, condensing an invisible sword in his hand, and the law of sword intent between heaven and earth was stirring.

The long black hair danced wildly, like a demon crawling out of hell, and the monstrous murderous aura boiled and made people feel frightened.

"Polar Night Extinction Slash Remnant!"

The speed of the Sword Master was extremely fast, and he pulled out a lot of afterimages, each of which exuded a strong killing intent that made it impossible to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Hundreds of afterimages were densely packed, all over Ling Yu's body, blocking every inch of space, making him have no way to avoid it, no way to escape, and he could only take it.

And this move is a nirvana, and if you take it, you will only die!

Hundreds of Miyamoto Musashi raised the corners of their mouths at the same time, revealing a cruel smile.

"Die!"

This sound was like thunder roaring, deafening, the violent hurricane roared, the waves below roared, and between the huge momentum, hundreds of Miyamoto Musashi swung their swords at Ling Yu at the same time.

It's as if the space has been cut into countless pieces!

The sword intent is extremely powerful!

The crowd felt their scalps explode just a little, as if they had been slashed through their skin by a sharp blade, and they couldn't imagine what would happen to the center of the depths.

The little white eyes under Ling Yu's seat were not wavering, and the golden hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and the master didn't say to move, so it didn't move.

It's no longer the timid one.

Ling Yu was more like nothing had happened, as if Miyamoto Musashi was not killing him, he was just an outsider.

However, at the last moment, the brilliant golden light exploded, and everyone seemed to see a blazing sun blooming in the sky, and then the vision went blank.

For a while, the heavens and the earth roared, the sea was boiling, the storm swept in, and the huge wind pressure swept away many people, and even a strong man like Ou Wanting was forced to retreat again and again.

I don't know how long it took, but the movement subsided, and everyone's vision returned.

Ling Yu was still there, and the Golden Retriever Divine Tiger under his seat was also motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Only the afterimage of the sky disappeared without a trace, only the main body, the broken body!

Half of Miyamoto Musashi's body was gone, and the other half was as if it was scorched, pitch black, blood and internal organs were constantly flowing, and with it, his dying vitality.

He barely held out into the air, flesh and blood squirming from the wound as if trying to heal, fear rifting the rest of his eye.

"Swordmaster!"

Miyamoto Zhan and Miyamoto rushed over eagerly, holding Miyamoto Musashi, who was stumbling.

"How are you?"

"Get out of here......"

Miyamoto Musashi's hoarse voice trembled.

"Okay, let's go. ”

Miyamoto glanced at Ling Yu in the distance tremblingly.

This glimpse turned out to be the last scene in his life.

Even the ants will be condemned to death the moment they offend the gods.

No one even saw Ling Yu move, and the golden flames burned on Miyamoto's body, which could not be extinguished.

"What's wrong with you?" Miyamoto exclaimed, reaching out to save him, but was stopped by Miyamoto Musashi.

"Don't die!"

Miyamoto Musashi tried his best to urge energy to repair his body, and at this point, he was deeply aware of the gap between himself and Ling Yu.

On this star, no one is his opponent!

Miyamoto hung in the flames and struggled, and the howl was heart-rending and cold, and finally burned to a single piece of charred ash that was blown away in the wind.

The breath of death came to his face, and Miyamoto Zhan understood that Ling Yu would not let them go.

"Your Excellency the Pope, please help us!" Miyamoto Zhan suddenly looked at the Pope of the Holy See of Light.

If it had been the beginning, the Pope would have agreed without thinking about it.

But at this moment, Ling Yu showed his monster-like strength, and he was also very jealous, and even planned to give up avenging Bishop Albert.

"Forgive us for ......"

"Pope, don't you want the friendship of the Sword Master?" Miyamoto said in a deep voice.

The Pope sneered secretly, bullshit friendship, Miyamoto Musashi can survive is a question.

He was about to refuse, but Miyamoto said coldly: "Pope, don't forget, when Lord Sword Saint first dealt with him, you blocked others from helping him, the purpose was to borrow a knife to kill people......"

As he spoke, he slowly looked at Ling Yu, the meaning was obvious, the Pope, is also your enemy.

"Bastard ......"

The Pope cursed secretly, but the matter had come to this point, and it was useless for him to argue, instead of tearing his face with the Sword Master, it was better to cooperate with them, and if he succeeded, he could still get a powerful boost.

"Mr. Miyamoto is too worried, he is our common enemy, and we will naturally not sit idly by. The Pope smiled kindly and looked kindly.

"This old fox ......," Ron spouted.

"So...... Let's fight the enemy together!"

The Pope waved his scepter and commanded the knights and bishops to besiege Ling Yu.

At this moment, his cold hair stood on end, and Ling Yu's suddenly appeared face was reflected in his suddenly shrunken pupils, and a bone-chilling chill surged all over his body in an instant.

(End of chapter)