Miyamoto stood in the rain curtain, but his body seemed to be protected by an invisible air shield, and not a single drop of rain fell on him, all of which were three centimeters away from his body, and immediately slid away.

Not far away, Song Huanting and others at the door of the teahouse had already found Miyamoto who was blocking the road with a knife, and they instantly became anxious.

At the window of the teahouse, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others were drinking tea while looking out the window with a sneer.

Mitsui Takeshi looked at Miyamoto, who couldn't get wet in the rain, squinted his eyes and said: "The master's strength has improved again, this time he personally killed Chen Ning, it was really a knife to kill chickens." ”

Xiao Yaoyang also looked at Miyamoto in the rain in shock, and said in awe: "Dongying Sword God, worthy of his name, we are really lucky to be able to see the Sword God make a move tonight." Chen Ning was able to die under the sword god sword, which was also his luck. ”

Miyamoto looked at Chen Ning indifferently and said indifferently: "You killed my apprentice Black Tengu?" ”

Chen Ning didn't answer Miyamoto's question, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said lightly: "Miyamoto, you shouldn't set foot in China again." ”

In a word, Miyamoto's face changed instantly.

When Miyamoto heard Chen Ning's words, like a wild goose that had been wounded by a bow and arrow, he heard the sound of the hunter's arrow string again.

The killing intent on his face was gone!

His momentum of dominating the world just now is gone!

Instead, a face full of deep fear!

His heart was beating wildly, his face changed drastically, his hands began to tremble slightly, he looked at Chen Ning and said in a trembling voice, "You...... You are ......"

Chen Ning sneered and said playfully: "Three years ago, in the first battle in the north, you were lucky enough to pick up a remnant life. ”

"At that time, I warned you guys that you should not set foot in Huaxia for half a step in your lifetime, and you should not take my words as wind in your ears."

Bang!

A thunderclap sounded in the night sky, resounding above Miyamoto's head.

Miyamoto didn't know whether he was frightened by the thunder or Chen Ning's words, his body shook twice, and he almost fell down in shock.

He looked at Chen Ning's eyes, which were already full of fear and despair, as well as deep regret.

It's him, it's him, it's him!

The most terrible enemy in the depths of memory, the young marshal of the northern border who single-handedly killed the Eighteen Nations Alliance.

The Chinese god of war who cut off his weapon with a single sword, and disemboweled him, leaving him to flee back to Dongying like a wild dog.

Miyamoto's heart was in despair, sinking.

He kept shouting in his heart: It's really him, I should have thought it was him a long time ago. Besides him, who else can easily kill my chief apprentice in an instant?

I'm so stupid, I really shouldn't have stepped into the forbidden area of Huaxia again, I'm done.

Miyamoto's heart is desperate and regretful, but he wants to struggle and resist, which is extremely complicated.

Chen Ning looked at Miyamoto, who was trembling, clenched the katana all of a sudden, and let go all of a sudden, and said with a smile: "Miyamoto, you couldn't catch my sword three years ago, and now you have the courage to draw the sword from me again?" ”

When Miyamoto heard this, he realized that his fear of Chen Ning had been deeply engraved into his bones.

Now that he is facing Chen Ning, he doesn't even have the courage to draw a knife, he hesitates, hesitates.

For a sword god like him, losing confidence is equivalent to losing.

In a flash, his whole person was much older, his spirit was completely lost, and he looked like a withered old man, like an old man who might die at any time.

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