Countless stones fell from the sky, and the cheers instantly turned into howls.

The Dongying people who gathered together were smashed to the point of bleeding in an instant, and their excitement was swept away, and they hurriedly scattered to dodge, only hating their parents for missing a few legs.

But even so, there were still many people who were smashed to the ground, and then they were trampled by more people frantically, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Five

And after the Huaxia people left, they hadn't gone far, when they heard the sound, they turned around and saw this incredible scene, and they stood on their feet for a while, and their eyes lit up with hope again.

In their opinion, there were only Zhang Cheng and Miyagawa Yasushi on the top of the mountain at this time.

Since the battle is not over, it means that Zhang Cheng is not dead!

To survive in that situation, and to have the strength to fight, is simply beyond everyone's comprehension!

All the Chinese people were surprised and surprised, and once again set their eyes on the top of Mount Fuji, praying for a miracle.

At this time, the top of Mount Fuji is even more upside down, chaotic and churning.

Although Zhang Cheng's realm is not as good as Miyagawa Yashou, after using the power of the black dragon, the body of the demon corpse is comparable to the corpse king, and it is not so easy to break.

After catching the knife, Zhang Cheng just bent his knee and blocked it stiffly.

Miyagawa Yasushi was shocked and angry, regardless of the burning divine root, and constantly increased the power of the sword.

Zhang Cheng's right hand instantly splashed countless sparks between the tiger's mouth and the sword, and he fell into a stalemate.

In just a few seconds, Miyagawa Yasushi's lips began to tremble violently, his nostrils and ears began to bleed, his chest rose and fell rapidly like a blower, and his already pale cheeks were even more gray at this time.

But he still didn't give up, and his eyes were full of desire to win.

Under the crazy urging of Miyagawa Yashou, the sword in Zhang Cheng's hand began to grow rapidly, and the void was full of brilliant sword light.

At this time, the people who looked at the top of Mt. Fuji only had a miserable white light in their eyes, and there was nothing else to see.

"Why bother......"

Just when Miyagawa Anshou was struggling to support, Zhang Cheng shook his head and sighed lightly.

I saw two strands of black light suddenly fly out from under the scale armor behind Zhang Cheng's back, forming two huge wings like bat wings.

Under the flapping of the wings, puffs of black smoke appeared out of thin air, entangled together, and constantly rotated around Zhang Cheng, looking like a black dragon coiling around his body.

Zhang Cheng's strength rose rapidly, lifting the sword little by little, and then with a flap of his wings, he flew into the air with the sword light.

I saw that he put his hands together, and he actually stiffly put the knife upright, and swooped down towards Miyagawa Anshou with the momentum of ten thousand jun.

"No!"

Miyagawa Yasushi was stunned, desperately trying to control the sword, but Zhang Cheng actually ignored the power of the sword, and directly opened his arms and hugged it in his arms, falling like a meteor.

At the last moment, Miyagawa Yasushi had to take out the eight mirrors and block them in front of him.

"Ding......

With a clear sound, the already badly damaged Eight Mirrors finally reached their limit and shattered into countless pieces.

And Miyagawa Yasushi also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down like a kite, falling dozens of meters away.

Fortunately, the magma on the top of the mountain has been blown away at this time, and if he doesn't lose the protection of the Yaga Mirror, Miyagawa Yasushi is afraid that he will be burned to ashes in an instant.

But even so, his whole body was still burned with countless blisters, and he looked extremely terrifying.

However, Miyagawa Yasushi seemed to be unconscious, lying on the ground, looking at Zhang Cheng, who was holding a light blade like a demon god, with only helplessness and confusion left in his eyes.

"This ...... How could it be ......"

"I'm the Great Soul Master...... The leader of the Toei Shinto religion ......"

"I'm Ise Jingu's Omiya Division...... A faithful follower of Amaterasu Daigojin......"

"I ...... How can you lose? ”

Miyagawa Yasuju's divine roots had burned out, and the brilliant sword light had gradually dimmed and disappeared.

At the same time, there was also his cultivation as a great soul master, and his once incomparably firm belief.

His realm is comparable to that of an earth immortal, and he still has an artifact in his hand, so he should be invincible in the world.

How could he still lose to Zhang Cheng?

And it was so badly defeated......

So thoroughly......

"You...... If you win, kill me......"

After Yasushi Miyagawa said this, it was as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.

Zhang Cheng fell to the ground, the bat wings behind him dissipated, his body began to gradually become smaller, and the scale armor of his whole body also merged into his body, returning to his original appearance.

Looking at the ashen and boring Miyagawa Yashou, Zhang Cheng shook his head.

"I said before, if I could, I would spare your life, and I have always kept my word."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng didn't even glance at Miyagawa Yashou, turned around and walked to Xie Bi'an's side, and said sincerely: "Seventh Master, thank you today, the previous things will be written off." ”

Xie Bi'an looked at Zhang Cheng seriously, and a smile actually appeared on his always rigid face.

"I used to think I knew you very well, but when I saw you today, I realized that I still underestimated you. But...... Your temperament has not changed, as the Great Soul Master of Dongying, now that his cultivation is completely ruined, if you let him live, isn't it more uncomfortable than death? ”

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders, "Seventh Master has wronged me, I'm just keeping my promise." ”

Xie Bi'an shook his head, his expression returned to normal, and said lightly: "It's all your business, the deity is just talking, but there is a sentence, the deity has to say." ”

"Is it about Cui Fujun?" Zhang Cheng smiled.

"That's right......" Xie Bi'an nodded, "Last time, I lied to you in the name of manipulating the corpse of the ancestor and made you break with the Netherworld Ghost Domain, you have a grudge in your heart, and the deity can understand it." But you have to know that Cui Fujun, as the first judge of the Yin Division and a disciple of the emperor, sees things that are far from comparable to you and me. Since he did this, he must have his reasons...... The deity doesn't want to let you have a barrier to the yin because of this. ”

"Hehe......" Zhang Cheng smiled faintly, "Needless to say, Seventh Master, I just said that the previous matter was written off." As for the future, let's talk about it......"

Xie Bi'an stared at Zhang Cheng for a few seconds and nodded, "Since that's the case, the deity will go first." After all, this is not the jurisdiction of Yin Si, so it is inconvenient to stay for a long time. ”

After finishing speaking, Xie Bi'an waved his hand and opened a ghost gate under his feet, and the dense Yin soldiers immediately flew in.

Xie Bi'an's figure also gradually sank into the ghost gate, and before the ghost door was closed, he said: "If you have time, come to Yin Si to see Nini, this girl misses you a lot......"

"Good!" Zhang Cheng nodded, turned around and strode towards the foot of the mountain, and from beginning to end, he didn't look at Miyagawa Yasushi again.

This powerful man who has stood at the apex of Shinto for decades has now been beaten to the dust.

In this world where the winner is king, the loser is destined to be slowly forgotten.

But the unrecognizable Mt. Fuji at your feet will forever record the battle of the century.

Huaxia monk Zhang Cheng, win!

PS: Today is the 87th anniversary of the "9.18" incident, listening to the air defense sirens outside the window, writing the plot of Zhang Cheng's troubles, the mood is really a little uncalm.

Eighty-seven years ago today, Japan brazenly launched a war of aggression against China, and just four months later, the entire territory of Northeast China fell.

In the following ten years, the entire Chinese nation fell into an unprecedented disaster......

More than 35 million Chinese compatriots were killed or wounded!

More than 200,000 Chinese women were forcibly abducted to serve as comfort women!

Nine hundred and thirty cities were trampled by the Japanese army!

42 million refugees are homeless!

If we had been born in those days, these people might have been our family, or we might have been ourselves!

On this special day, I think everyone should cherish the memory of the martyrs and cherish the present.

Complete......

(End of chapter)