"That's Long Xia's supreme secret treasure, Mingguang Armor, I didn't expect it to be on the body of the Dragon God of War."

Yang Jianfeng's eyes suddenly showed a look of yearning, "Legend has it that the Mingguang Armor can withstand the full force of the Heavenly Immortals, and it is the strongest defensive treasure now, even if that Miyamoto wants to break through the defense with one sword, I am afraid it will be quite difficult."

Hearing this, Su Feng began to observe the Mingguang Armor.

Like the wind catcher, the Mingguang armor has also reached the level of immortal weapons.

But surprisingly, the Mingguang Armor is not an immortal weapon in a complete state, and it is better than the existence of no machine spirit.

In particular, there are several small breaks in the area below the left rib, making the whole not as indestructible as imagined.

Seeing the bright light armor on Long Wuyang's body, Miyamoto suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect that decades later, the armor on the Dragon God of War is still so powerful."

Miyamoto walked forward slowly, fearless of life and death, repeating the movements he had practiced thousands of times over the decades-

Slash with a sword!

However, the originally calm ring suddenly appeared with countless small cracks.

The solid floor tiles were overturned in an instant, and the earth collapsed and exploded, as if a thousand layers of waves swept away, blasting the small figure away.

In a flash, the tide of battle is reversed!

With a sharp whistling sound, Miyamoto's body rose against the wind.

Then, as if he had been hit by an invisible punch, he fell to the ground and disappeared into the dust.

"If hard work can make up for everything, what else does this world need a genius to do?"

Long Wuyang's arrogant voice resounded in the sky, like an edict of the gods, and the death sentence was pronounced on Miyamoto.

The holy light flowed, and the blood splattered the yellow sand.

In the long wind, Miyamoto's body began to shatter and split, as if he had been overwhelmed by thousands of sword qi.

By the time they came to their senses, he had fallen from the clouds and slammed into the ground.

Several thick iron pipes fell from the sky, digging deep into his flesh and through his arm bones.

Despite the pain of leaving, Miyamoto never showed the slightest hideous expression, as if this broken body was not owned by him.

Instead, he laughed silently.

The smile was very sarcastic, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Even though the limbs are pinned, even though the posture is quite humiliating.

But he still can't make this strongest person in Dongying compromise.

The iron pipe, which reflected the cold light and shadow of the forest, made a hollow sound of "whirring" in the cold wind, and then gradually turned reddish-orange in front of everyone's eyes.

Zilazila......

Under the blazing heat, the iron pipes melted one after another, turned into molten iron, and gurgled and flowed.

But the molten iron, which was enough to burn everything, slowly flowed down his skin and carved into the ground when it touched Miyamoto's body.

There are no scars or marks left.

Miyamoto slowly got up.

Broken muscles and bones heal instantly.

"Old friend, you're still as stupid as ever.......

Miyamoto pointed at his head with a knife and smiled coldly.

"You should cut me down here and kill me completely."

With that, he continued to walk forward, not using his spatial avenue.

"Could it be that this old guy knows that he can't defeat the Dragon God of War, and has already given up resistance?"

"Dragon God of War, do a good job, you know you can do it!"

Everyone immediately discussed, although there was a palpitating expression on their faces, the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned, revealing what they were thinking in their hearts.

When Miyamoto took seven steps forward with a sword.

The violent explosion overturned the entire ring, followed by countless golden red flames, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, enveloping Miyamoto with a single sword.

Miyamoto's reaction was indeed very fast, and the moment the fire appeared, he swung his sword to block.

The flame that can be integrated with the dragon's qi can not be viewed with ordinary cognition at all, and the ancient knife in Miyamoto's hand was instantly shaken away.

And he himself screamed, flew upside down, and fell into the ruins.

No matter how you look at it, the outrageous reversal of the battle situation is like two people playing a match-fixing.

If not, how could Miyamoto, who was imposing and unstoppable just now, like an old playful naughty boy, be beaten like this?

What's even more outrageous is that under the erosion of dragon fire, most of his body was ignited by the flames.

Even if he could still recover with the power of his own qi and blood, the loss of his own strength had reached a rather terrifying state.

People are laughing.

Laughing at the ignorance and arrogance of the Japanese people.

Only Su Feng and Zhang Xiangru were sighing.

Because they all sensed that something was wrong, and they knew that Long Wuyang's defeat was already a certainty.

"Old monk, do you see that?" Zhang Xiangru smiled bitterly.

Maitreya, who had always been smiling, was full of panic on his face at the moment, and the smile in his eyes was all replaced by blankness.

"That's obviously the secret method of my Buddhism, the Angry Blood Vajra...... When did he learn it?"

Zhang Xiangru took a deep breath: "You should still remember that back then, in the Vajra Gate lineage of your Buddhist sect, there was a little monk who devoted himself to the martial arts area and guarded the border pass, right?"

"I know ...... this."

After a pause, Maitreya hurriedly said, "But that disciple is resolute and dedicated to the Buddha, he will never betray the Buddha!"

"And the secret method of inheritance has never been recorded in any written form, how can this Dongyang widow get it?"

Zhang Xiangru sighed: "I also heard a few days ago that this Miyamoto sword is a heavenly martial body."

Heavenly Martial Body!

Murderous Maitreya gasped.

"It's bad, if he is really a heavenly martial body, if Long Wuyang wants to defeat him, he can only come up with new martial arts and supernatural powers, and use a completely different style of play."

"Otherwise...... Defeat is a given!"

At this moment, Miyamoto stood on top of the ruins like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

He stroked the blade with the palm of his hand.

The intoxicated appearance seems to be looking at the woman he loves.

The mottled rust on the blade continued to dissipate with the blood oozing from the palm, and it regained its original edge.

In an instant, the dazzling long knife was infected with a layer of blood, which combined with Miyamoto's terrifying aura and became a peerless killing weapon.

"The hidden dragon that sleeps in the old era, if it cannot be awakened, will forever be immersed in the joy of the victory of the past, and will be eliminated and annihilated in the yellow sand with the era that has long been decayed."

"In the eyes of a true samurai, there is no such thing as eternal victory...... Only by moving forward can we defeat the enemy!"

The sound of Miyamoto's sword was extremely penetrating, as if it had penetrated the sea of clouds and entered the Nine Heavens.

"The reason why I gave you the opportunity to fight with me is because I still believe in ...... The invincible god of war who once brought me humiliation can continue to grow with the times."

"But now look, you've let me down so much......

"So, please follow this filthy and rotten old world...... Bury it forever!"

That moment.

The Martial God Sword is as bright as the stars.