"It turned out to be a Japanese sword master, fortunately." Zhao Fan nodded slightly, his eyes were as calm as water, and he didn't see a trace of cowardice in the face of the existence of the Holy Realm, and even there was no awe.

Then, he chuckled, "Why did you show up on your own, and what about the other?" ”

The tone was as if he were receiving the worship of the weak.

"You...... Very presumptuous. Miyamoto Mamoru narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like a real sword light, making Su Xi and Chen Chun'er feel as if their hearts had been cut invisibly.

"Japanese?" Chen Chun'er raised her eyebrows, and immediately wanted to condense her mana and turn it into a blade, teaching this middle-aged Oriental man who disdains his senior brother a lesson.

"Chun'er."

Zhao Fan sensed the cold air behind him, so he reached out like lightning, pressed her wrist and condensed it into a line and said, "Be obedient, don't move." ”

The ice-blue cold air in Chen Chun'er's palm dissipated, her eyes lit up with incomprehension, and she also asked in a condensed voice, "Brother Fan, what's wrong?" ”

"He is a powerhouse of the Holy Realm, and he is also a Sword Saint whose power can cross the realm." Zhao Fan quickly explained: "Tonight and another extreme forbearance, they came to kill me. Because they don't want another holy realm in Huaxia, if you expose your strength, you will also be noticed. ”

"Juggernaut!" Chen Chun'er looked at the middle-aged man with three long knives in shock, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

What is Juggernaut?

With a sword in hand, it can overshadow a martial saint of the same level, because, with a casual wave, it contains a supernatural sword dao.

Not only that, just taking the early stage of the Sword Saint as an example, it has the terrifying power to cross the border to kill the middle stage of the Martial Saint!

The way of the sword is to attack and evolve to the extreme!

At this time, Zhao Fan looked directly at Miyamoto Mamoru with handsome facial features, and said with a smile: "Say, what about the other extreme ninja named Okita Takayuki?" ”

"Ninja, you won't be directly exposed to the enemy's view." The other party shook his head, and said disdainfully: "Besides, with me, there is no need for filial piety." However, Zhao Fanjun's news is very well-informed, and even he knows that he is here. ”

"I'm so honored." Zhao Fan yawned impatiently, and said lazily: "This year is less than twenty, it is worth sending a sword saint and ninja leader to assassinate the Wa Kingdom, and after going to the underworld, I am afraid that I can blow with Lord Yama for a long time." ”

"Since you have this kind of awareness, then go and see that Hades as you wish." Miyamoto Mamoto's hands were like phantoms, and the next moment, two of the three long knives hanging from his waist appeared in his hands!

One is red, and the blade of the sword is pitted, but it looks like blood is flowing.

One was black, reflecting the moonlight, and the sword body was as blurred as a shadow.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Fanyun raised a hand lightly.

"Surrender? Or surrender? Miyamoto Mamoru said unexpectedly: "Do peerless geniuses like you and others in China also have servility, don't let me look down on you." ”

"Misunderstanding."

Zhao Fan's heart also mentioned his throat, with his current strength, even if he tried his best, it would be impossible to compete with an existence that had entered the Holy Way of the sword, so he never wanted to be hard.

Hit, can't beat.

Escape? It's even more impossible, besides, there are Su Xi and Chen Chun'er by his side.

Seem...... No matter how you look at it, tonight is a game of death.

But Zhao Fan was unwilling to take revenge and die in this place without taking revenge and officially inheriting the mantle of the Great Creation, so he was thinking about how to live, and on this basis, he had to live with dignity and surrender and beg for mercy? Inexistent.

After all, he is Jiangzhou Wuzun, symbolizing the new generation of banner-bearers in the Chinese martial arts world!

"Misunderstanding?" Mamoru Miyamoto smiled with interest: "Could it be that you think you have the power to stand with me?" It's okay, I've got plenty of time, and I'll see what you do. ”

"Chinese is very good, huh?" Zhao Fan asked.

"......" Miyamoto Mamoru has a black line floating on his forehead, and the brain circuit of the Chinese people is so strange? How did you jump on top of this all at once!

Zhao Fan's brain cells were running rapidly, thinking about the turning point here, and the state of mind of cultivating to the "Vientiane Heart Sutra" played a role, allowing him to analyze it without the slightest flustery, without being affected by subjectivity.