Long Wuyang looked at Miyamoto's sword, whose aura was soaring, and showed a frightened expression.

"No, it's impossible, why can you still burst out with such power after being burned by the fire of the dragon......

"I see, you must be holding on, aren't you?"

Looking at the crazy Long Wuyang, Su Feng sighed.

The world's tens of thousands of murder laws.

Only the heart is the most ruthless!

Miyamoto gave Long Wuyang hope of victory.

and quickly pushed him into the abyss of despair, which was tantamount to completely destroying his fighting spirit.

Miyamoto sneered.

The Valkyrie Sword plunged upside down into the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook and the sky wailed.

Miyamoto folded his hands and looked indifferent.

Buzz –

The melodious ancient bell rings.

In front of everyone's eyes, the huge palm prints that fell from the sky instantly overturned down.

The air wave from the explosion spread, creating extremely terrifying ripples.

Suddenly, all the floor tiles were shattered into dust, which made people shudder to watch.

Long Wuyang was suppressed in the field, kneeling on one knee, the Mingguang armor on his body was in tatters, and the bones were even more broken, and blood continued to gush out, staining the earth red.

The physical pain was not intense, it was more of a humiliation that brought him.

Looking at Miyamoto with the immeasurable light of the Buddha in front of him, Long Wuyang's eyes were bloodshot and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Angry roars echoed through the stadium, shaking the entire stands.

Although he was covered in blood, Long Wuyang looked domineering the moment he got up, and seemed to be stimulated to the last blood.

Once upon a time, he was also a high-spirited teenager.

It's just that time is like a knife, praise, flowers, cheers, these elements that make him vain have wiped out his fighting spirit and made him dare not fail easily.

Yes.

He couldn't accept defeat.

Therefore, the motivation to dare to move forward is lost.

But no matter how strong the other party is, he can't retreat, because the lights of thousands of homes behind him are not allowed.

His pale face was bloodless, and even his voice trembled a little, but what he said still showed the pride of being a god of war.

It is an indelible will in the bones, and it will never be extinguished!

"You're strong, but I'm not going to lose."

Long Wuyang raised the golden long sword in his hand, and his majesty was unstoppable!

Miyamoto Ichito, who was standing on the opposite bank, nodded slightly, as if he recognized the fighting intent on the other party.

He drew his long, angry knife.

The familiar feeling made Miyamoto Ichito extremely excited.

In fact, when he first came to Ryuxia, his name was Miyamoto Kawabata.

Back then, he was also a majestic swordsman, and he also accepted the crowd's embrace and cheers, and he was also lost in the illusion of vanity.

Until he met Long Wuyang.

That rising star.

In that battle, he was defeated and was tortured to death.

was even forced to verbally promise never to step into the dragon capital again.

Since then, his world has been devoid of flowers and cheers.

Only one knife remains.

This knife is not actually an artifact, and the lines and work are not beautiful, or even the tattered pieces that he picked up from the ruins and no one wants.

But he fell in love with this long knife that had been through vicissitudes and was infected by wind and frost.

Like him, deep at the bottom.

It's like a hidden dragon in the abyss.

But the reality is cruel.

The knife that kills, abandoned in the wilderness.

The polished and flashy knife is held high in the temple.

This is the sadness of the times.

It is the end of the warrior.

Now, Miyamoto wants to take it

Take this simple and unpretentious ancient knife and fight a bloody way.

He wants to become a martial god.

Therefore, his sword must also be a martial god sword.

Miyamoto held the knife in one hand and rushed towards Long Wuyang.

Although his figure was thin, he was accompanied by a swift wind, making him almost become a Divine Dragon Venerable in the sky, wielding the most simple sword technique.

The space turned into a void in front of Miyamoto's eyes.

With a distance of hundreds of meters, he only took two steps to cross in front of Long Wuyang.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

He swung three swords.

Long Wuyang took three swords.

At that moment, everyone seemed to see a strong blacksmith, wielding the sledgehammer in his hand, and slamming Long Wuyang's upright iron rod fiercely.

Long Wuyang's legs were sunk deep into the ground, surrounded by fine cracks.

At this moment, Miyamoto's heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of vigilance.

An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly lingered in his heart, making his eyes widen.

Crimson blood burst out, obscuring Miyamoto's vision for the time being.

But a pair of hands held down his right hand holding the knife, and no matter how Miyamoto struggled, he couldn't get out.

Immediately, terrifying fluctuations hit silently.

Miyamoto looked at Long Wuyang in a panic and asked in a deep voice, "Are you crazy?"

"I told you you couldn't win."

Long Wuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of banter.

"Because I'm going to die, so are you......"

This is the first god of war in Longxia, the arrogance buried deep in his bones!

Before Miyamoto could react, Long Wuyang's skin began to crack, like the bark of a withered old tree, filled with a strange orange-red color.

At the critical moment, Miyamoto made the wisest choice.

He didn't give the other party any chance at all, and threw the knife directly into the sky, allowing the blade to fall upside down and slash towards his arm.

The blade was sharp, severing Miyamoto's arm and shattering all the bones.

But he knew very well in his heart that if he didn't leave here quickly and distance himself from the other party-

In extreme circumstances, Long Wuyang is bound to explode himself, and he wants to exchange one for one with his own limit!

At the critical moment, two bullets shot from an extremely distant place, accurately hitting Long Wuyang's Qi Sea Acupoint.

The attack was not intended to kill him.

On the contrary, they helped Long Wuyang to calm down the sea of qi that was about to be detonated.

Long Wuyang flew out upside down under the action of the huge impact.

The holy dragon fell from the altar.

Since then, there has been no more power to fight.

The dragon lord glanced at Yunmei beside him and took a deep breath.

Although, without any orders, Yunmei took the initiative to become a sinner for the ages.

But today's Long Xia does need Long Wuyang.

So, he can't die.

As long as Long Wuyang's determination to not be afraid of death is fully seen, he still has infinite possibilities.

A Yunmei, in exchange for a living Longxia military flag, is very cost-effective.

Looking at Long Wuyang, who fell to the ground, Miyamoto chuckled.

"Old friend, I admire your determination, but you still lose."

After saying that, Miyamoto raised the Martial God Sword high, looked at the Dragon Lord with provocative eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Honorable Dragon Lord, you just saved a crippled god of war, and you want to continue to lose even younger geniuses?"

Anyone who understands can hear that the other party's words are aimed at Su Feng.

The implication is self-evident.

The first god of war is not an opponent, and he was forced to blow himself up in order to preserve his reputation-

What qualifications do you Su Feng have to face the knife in my hand?

"Today, I, Miyamoto, will use this body with one sword to suppress your Longxia Martial Arts for a hundred years!"