Miyamoto stood in the rain screen, but his body seemed to be protected by an invisible gas shield. No drop of rain fell on him, all of which were three centimeters away from his body. It slid away immediately.
Not far away, Song Pingting and others at the entrance of the teahouse had found Miyamoto holding a knife blocking the way, and they instantly became anxious.
At the window of the teahouse, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others, while drinking tea, looked out the window with a sneer.
Mitsui Takeshi looked at Miyamoto, who was not wet in the rain, and squinted his eyes and said: “The master’s strength has improved again. This time he personally shot Yash Nics, which is really a
sledgehammer .” Xiao Yaoyang also looked at the palace in the rain in shock. Ben, said in awe: “Eastern Sword God, a well-deserved reputation, we are lucky to see the Sword God take action tonight. Yash Nics can die by the Sword God sword, it is his luck.”
Miyamoto looked indifferently. Ning, indifferent said: “? you killed my apprentice is black Tengu”
Ning Miyamoto did not answer the question, mouth slightly higher, faint, said:. “Miyamoto, you should not step into the Chinese”
word , Miyamoto’s face changed instantly.
Miyamoto heard Yash Nics’s words like a wild goose that had been wounded by a bow and arrow, and heard the sound of a hunter’s arrow again.
The killing intent on Ling Ran on his face is gone!
He just disappeared like a dominion over the world!
Replaced by a face full of deep fear!
His heart jumped wildly, his face changed drastically, and his hands began to tremble slightly. Looking at Yash Nics, he trembled and said, “You…you are…”
Yash Nics sneered, and said playfully: “Three years ago, I was in the north. Zhan, you are lucky enough to get back a deadly life.”
“At that time, I warned you guys not to step into China for the rest of your life. You shouldn’t take my words as the wind.”
Boom!
A thunder in the night sky sounded above Miyamoto’s head.
Miyamoto didn’t know if he was frightened by the thunder or Yash Nics’s words, his figure shook twice and almost fell in shock.
He looked at Yash Nics’s eyes, full of fear and despair, as well as deep regret.
It’s him, it’s him, it’s him!
The most terrifying enemy in the depths of memory, that single-handed man, the young marshal of the Northern Territory who defeated the Allied Forces of the Eighteen Nations.
That one slashed his weapon and cracked his abdomen, causing him to flee back to the East China’s God of War like a wild dog in embarrassment.
Miyamoto’s heart was sinking in despair.
He kept crying in his heart: It is really him, I should have thought it was his. Apart from him, who else can easily kill my chief apprentice in seconds?
I’m so stupid, I really shouldn’t step into the restricted area of China again, I’m done.
Miyamoto’s heart was desperate and regretful, but he wanted to struggle and resist, which was extremely complicated.
Yash Nics watched trembling all over, and Miyamoto, who squeezed the samurai sword tightly and released it again, smiled and said: “Miyamoto, you couldn’t catch my knife three years ago, and now you have the courage to draw the sword to me again.
Already ?” Miyamoto heard this, and he realized that his fear of Yash Nics had been deeply carved into his bones.
Facing Yash Nics now, he didn’t even have the courage to draw a sword, hesitated, hesitated.
For a sword god like him, losing confidence is tantamount to losing.
At the first thought, his whole person became much older, lost all his energy and spirit, and withered, like an old man who might be dead at any time.
