With Miyamoto Mito unconscious, the summit of Mount Fuji fell silent.

"How's it going?"

"Where is the battle?"

"Who won?"

"Huaxia Yingyue or Japanese Miyamoto Mito?"

"You don't have to ask ...... about it"

Seeing that the top of the mountain had become quiet, and there was no movement for a long time, the people watching the battle on the mountain looked at each other, and their hearts suddenly became puzzled.

"There hasn't been any movement for a long time, look at it like this, the battle is over, it seems that the end is quite fast, and now the question is, who won?"

"yes, who won?"

"I guess ......"

Ordinary mutants and martial arts people were puzzled, and the grandmaster standing on the mountain bag was also suspicious.

Hundreds of grandmasters, you look at me, I look at you, all of them frowned, and their hearts were worried.

This is a big battle related to the Chinese martial arts world and the Japanese martial arts world, which is better, who loses and who wins.

The losing side will never be able to hold their heads up!

"Needless to ask, Mito must have won!"

Shangquan Chuanmu said with a smile: "She just exerted such a terrifying sword intent, don't say that she just wins Yue, even the mythical ancestor may not be able to bear it!" ”

"Shangquan is right, I have seen the Mythical Ancestor exert his sword intent with my own eyes, and he has more momentum, but it is not as powerful as the blow just now."

Liu Sheng Ma Dan said slowly: "If even the sword intent attack just now can't defeat Ying Yue, then I can't think of any other grandmaster in this world who can be his opponent!" ”

"yes, yes......"

All the Japanese grandmasters nodded their heads one after another, very happy.

But Miyamoto Emon is not so optimistic, what is the situation of his daughter, he knows very well as a father.

The sword intent attack just now was enough to drag down her body, and since she was a child, Mito has always been bruised all over her body because she couldn't control the sword intent in her body.

According to experience, she must have been injured by the blow just now.

As for the extent of the injury, it is unknown.

"I hope that blow just now has killed or seriously injured Ying Yue! Otherwise......"

The Japanese Grandmaster was smiling, but the Huaxia Grandmaster was gloomy, and the sword intent attack just now was so terrifying that they didn't have any hope for Ying Yue at all.

"Alas, it's as strong as Yingyue, and it can't withstand that level of attack!"

"That's a sword intent attack that is enough to seriously injure Myth!"

"Win Yue, alas, ......"

Listening to the sigh in his ears, Zhao Yang's face turned a little pale, and he climbed towards the top of the mountain all of a sudden, and kept whispering in his mouth: "It's going to be fine, Brother Ying is so powerful, how can there be anything?" ”

However, as soon as he took a few steps, a familiar voice came from his ear: "Zhao Yang, where are you going?" ”

When Zhao Yang heard this, he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly looked up, and his face suddenly showed ecstasy: "Win...... Brother Win, are you okay? ”

"What can I do?!"

The person who came down from the mountain was naturally Ying Yue, he shrugged his shoulders and said speechlessly: "You have no confidence in me so much? ”

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "I am naturally full of confidence in Brother Win, but they all say that you ...... You're that, hey, hey! ”

"Them?"

Ying Yue glanced at hundreds of grandmasters: "They know a fart!" ”

These words can be described as extremely disdainful, but the hundreds of Grandmasters present did not dare to refute it at all, but were silent, looking at Ying Yue's gaze, even more awe!

In the face of such a fierce sword intent attack, he was safe and sound, as if he was nothing, how terrible should his strength be?

"Could it be that he has already stepped into the realm of mythology?"

Many Grandmasters were secretly shocked in their hearts.

"Yingyue, what about my daughter, how is she?"

At this time, Miyamoto Emon suddenly jumped out, pointed at Ying Yue and shouted, he held the knife in both hands, and fire could erupt from his eyes.

Yanagi Ma Dan, Kamiizumi Denmu and other Japanese grandmasters also looked at Ying Yue with a hostile face, and put on a dry posture.

"That little girl, you say?"

Ying Yue smiled lightly: "I was killed by my punch, and there is not even a scum left, what, do you want to avenge her?" ”

"the winning thief, return my daughter's life!"

When Miyamoto Emon heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red, his forehead was bruised, and the killing intent emanating from his body almost condensed into substance.

The next moment, he held the knife in both hands and killed Ying Yue in an instant.

"Two days first-class slash!"

With a roar, the long knife slashed down, and a white mang like a horse shot out, and then split into two, one in the sky and the other on the ground.

Then one up and down, slashing at Ying Yue from two directions at the same time.

Ying Yue glanced at it disdainfully, snapped his fingers and flicked them twice, and the two swords were scattered, turned into a little light and shadow, and disappeared.

Seeing that Miyamoto Emon was about to attack again, Ying Yue was a little bit more bent, and a strong wind hit Miyamoto Emon's chest.

He vomited blood and flew out upside down.

"Master Yingyue, I hope my subordinates will be merciful!"

Seeing this scene, Liu Sheng Ma Dan was shocked, and even came to Ying Yue, and said respectfully: "Master Ying Yue, Miyamoto's love for his daughter is very serious, so he took offense, and I hope that my subordinates will be merciful!" ”

He knew very well that with Tsukaku's brutal character, if Miyamoto Emon entangled again, the end would not be much better than Tsukahara Jusaro and Tsukahara Osaruto.

"This is only one time, not the next one!"

Ying Yue snorted coldly, withdrew his hand, his cold gaze swept over many Japanese grandmasters, and said coldly: "If any of you want to challenge me, I will not refuse, but you must be prepared to die!" ”

The Japanese grandmasters lowered their heads one after another, not daring to make eye contact with him, but they hated Ying Yue very much in their hearts.

After speaking, Ying Yue retracted his gaze, then looked at Liu Sheng Ma Dan, and said lightly: "What about the 1,000 thousand-year-old elixirs that were said in advance, are you ready?" ”

"This ......"

Liu Sheng Ma Dan suddenly panicked, and he didn't know how to answer.

1,000 thousand-year-old elixirs, of course, not ready.

Prepare a fart, let alone whether you can get it together, even if you can get ready, they can't prepare.

That's 1,000 thousand-year-old elixirs, not 1,000 Chinese cabbages!

And because Miyamoto Mito was invited, they were full of confidence and thought they had won, so it was even more impossible to prepare.

But Liu Sheng Ma Dan never expected that such a result would be, and he was anxious and worried for a while.

"Look like this, are you not ready?"

Ying Yue smiled and smiled happily: "Very good, so that I have a reason to go to the treasure house of the four of you to have a look!" ”

"What?"

Hearing this, Liu Sheng Ma Dan thought that he had heard it wrong, and looked at Ying Yue in disbelief, Go to the treasure house of our four families?

See?

What does that mean?

Did he want to......

"Master Yingyue, I admit that your strength is strong, but our four great sword saint families are not muddy, I advise you not to go too far!"

Liu Sheng Ma Dan's face was ugly, and he said with a gloomy face.

The dignified Sword Saint family has a long heritage, how respectful is its status?

How can they tolerate Yingyue's behavior?

"What you rely on is nothing more than those old men who have half stepped into the loess, hehe, why am I afraid?"

(End of chapter)