The next moment.

Miyamoto Mamoto's fingertips, feeling a faint pulse, again and again, the frequency was extremely slow, but it was endless, his gaze moved up, and he looked at the embarrassed face in shock, "I took my full sword, did you really survive?" ”

After Chen Chun'er and Su Xi heard this, the stone in their hearts fell to the ground, but then they mentioned it again, they were worried that this Japanese sword saint would regret it, if it was really like that, no one could stop it!

The second girl clenched her teeth and looked at Mamoru Miyamoto without saying a word.

After a few breaths, it seemed like a century......

Suddenly, Miyamoto Mamoru removed his hand, stood up and turned around and said: "After Zhao Fanjun wakes up, wait for me to tell him that if there is a day of sanctification, my Miyamoto Mamoto will stay on the top of Mount Fuji and wait for him to fight!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he took a step without looking back.

"Miyamoto-kun!" Chongtian Xiaozhi couldn't take care of anything else at the moment, and grabbed Miyamoto Mamoru's shoulder behind him, and he persuaded anxiously: "We are here to kill Jiangzhou Wuzun in Huaxia, if this person is not removed, it will become a big disaster in the future, how should I explain to Nakajima-san when I go back?!" ”

"You know what? I have a feeling that after Zhao Fanjun becomes a saint, he will be an opponent worthy of fighting all my life, and if I kill it now, I will regret it, so this decision, I gambled on the glory of the Sword Master, including my own life. ”

Miyamoto Mamoru showed radiant pride in his atmospheric laughter, "With the 'two days first-class', the ancestors also passed down a sentence, which has also become my life motto." He said, the heart is fearless, then invincible, where the sword is pointed, invincible, rather than lonely to death, it is better to fight to the end. ”

"Hey!" Okita Takayuki looked back at Zhao Fan hatefully, but now the Sword Saint has said that, if he secretly strangles it, he will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of the other party, which is tantamount to asking for hardship, so even if he is unwilling, he will follow behind peacefully.

Gradually, the kendo leader and ninja leader from Japan disappeared into the night.

"Huh......" It was only at this time that Chen Chun'er breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she was also very surprised, she couldn't imagine that the Japanese Sword Master really counted.

Su Xi sat on the ground almost collapsed, all his strength seemed to be drained, and he was weak. But at this time, her soul was refreshed, because Okita Takayuki's black silk lifted on its own.

Slowed down for a moment.

They surrounded Zhao Fan left and right, calling his name and touching him here and there, trying to wake him up.

"Ahem!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan coughed, and with a spray of blackened blood, it splashed on Chen Chun'er and Su Xi's clothes, and then he opened his eyes and said with grinned teeth: "Don't stop, don't move me, it hurts ......."

"Awake? It's great that it's okay! ”

They cheered.

"I'm not in a coma at all...... Zhao Fan gasped, and now, he felt as if his internal organs had shifted their positions, the ribs in his chest were all shattered, and every cell in his body was in pain.

And it's the kind of pain that tears the lungs!

He muttered, "It's worthy of Miyamoto Musashi's first-class two days." ”

That sword comparable to the middle stage of the Martial Saint even made him dare not think about it, the power was too terrifying......

If it weren't for that, when he decided to gamble on hiding the reverse scales sent by Long Li in the clothes on his chest, and tried his best to adjust his posture so that that position as a force point, I am afraid that his whole person would have been split in half by Miyamoto Mamoru.

Luckily, you got the bet right!

At that time, what he thought was that Long Li was a true dragon realm, and no matter how weak the strength of its natal dragon scales was, it was comparable to the defense of the middle stage of the Martial Saint, if it could be used to block a sword that could cut through the void without directly dying, plus the immobility on the clothes outside was like a mountain to remove part of the strength, what he really endured was almost seventy percent of the power of the early stage of the Martial Saint!

Zhao Fan originally fantasized that he would not be so embarrassed after taking the next sword, and he would not lose face if he took ten steps back.

But he didn't expect that even if it was seventy percent in the early stage of the Martial Saint, it was definitely not something that he could carry safely in the late stage of the Dandan, not to mention, there was only a trace of the power of the dragon yang in the dantian.

In this way, he was knocked into the ground with all his face......