President of Melee Soldier Wang Qiao

On the other two sides, the remaining two also shot quickly. They directly took four blades and stabbed at Miyamoto Too from four angles, instantly blocking all the escape paths of Miyamoto Totoo up!

"Too Miyamoto! You're dead!"

The five people sneered, as long as Miyamoto Too was holding the sword, and without the sword in his hand, Miyamoto Too would be absolutely dead, nothing at all!
In fact, this is indeed the case. If it were the former Miyamoto Too, even if he did not die, he would definitely be seriously injured. He is a sword.

"But the me now...is not the me I used to be!" Too Miyamoto smiled coldly, and let go of the hand that was gripping the handle of the knife, and he didn't even want his own knife.

The third person's knife brushed between Too Miyamoto's fingers, and even cut off his nails, but that was all.

"Three blades...Jingshi." Too Miyamoto spit out lightly, as if breathing normally, his voice fluttering with the wind.

His hands directly held the two sabers at his waist, and he pulled them out suddenly! !

Obviously, the sword should be drawn quickly, but in the eyes of the five people, Too Miyamoto's movements became slow motion, and the whole world became silent as he drew the sword, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

In this silent world, they could only see two light touches of white light, brushing against their necks, bringing up a gentle wind of a knife, as light as a mother touching a child's skin.

Miyamoto Too let go of his hands, and after swipe, he gave up the two blades again, held the held blade with both hands, and pulled it back directly, seeing and the trident holding the blade just like that Falling down feebly.

With a slash of the knife, a knife mark can be vaguely seen on the forehead of a person going down, along the face, to the neck, and spread all the way down, straight to the chest.

With a slash, the blade suddenly plunged into the ground. Too Miyamoto bowed slightly, and he held the two blades that fell down, and slashed in the air!
"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!!"

All the sounds of the whole world suddenly returned, the sound of swords bursting and cracking was deafening, Miyamoto Too's wounds on both arms burst, the blood mist exploded gorgeously, and the roar of the noisy mountainside!
There were also five bursts of blood bursting almost simultaneously, and the necks of the four people exploded directly, like a catharsis. The big man standing in front of Too Miyamoto even burst out a long line of blood from his forehead all the way to his chest s position! !

Instantly killed, the five of them died instantly under Too Miyamoto's knife!
"The sharp edge of the three swords...it's so terrifying!!" A man clutched his bloody neck, his eyes full of unwillingness, but no matter how unwilling he was, he could only fall back.

Too Miyamoto didn't kill five people in an instant, but he slashed five knives in an instant, and he used three knives to slash five knives all over his body!

This person's saber technique has broken through the cocoon to a terrifying point, this saber technique, even if Zhang Shutong is here, it will definitely not be able to stop this terrifying five knives!

The five fell down in response, and Too Miyamoto's arms dropped. After such a stunning slash, he had no strength to continue raising his hands.

Miyamoto Too slowly raised his head, looking at the night sky, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is the strongest sword he has cut in his life of practicing swords, and it is also the most magnificent sword.

But it was also the last knife in his life.

The four knives were completely submerged at the waist on both sides, at the chest and under the ribs, and he didn't have the extra strength to block their attacks from the four people rushing from the two sides.

All his remaining strength was squeezed into this moment, and he cut out this gorgeous blade that is astonishing in the world of swords.

"It's a pity, you didn't see this knife, I really want to fight you again." Miyamoto Too smiled bitterly when he thought of Zhang Shutong.

His eyes closed slowly, and his whole body fell backwards, fell to the ground, and completely lost his vitality.

A generation of sword gods... just fell away!
At this moment, Huang Nao was already standing on the top of the mountain.

He just stood at the highest point of the mountain, overlooking everything below. He is a person who pays attention to rituals. Even if he dies, he must die on the top of the mountain!
Huang Nao just stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the cliff below, with his hands behind his back.

He took out another mobile phone and glanced up. It was already eleven fifty-eight in the evening.

"Hey?"

Huang Nao made a call, it was a foreign number.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, no one answered, but the phone didn't hang up either.

Huang Nao didn't mind either, he knew that the other party could hear him on the other end of the phone.

"As you expected, I failed." Huang Nao said slowly, his eyes were flickering with a cold chill, the depth, if Zhang Shutong was here, he would definitely recognize it.

It was a kind of calmness in which everything was as expected!

"I have already made all the arrangements, and all the seeds have been planted in the capital..."

"..."

"Yes, I can't go back either. Although I also thought about this kind of result, I didn't expect that I would come to this step in the end."

"..."

"Well, I'm back to the mountain where we went out. This is the place where we went out together and became demons. Only here can be my final destination."

"..."

"I really hate this world. It would have been nice if my parents hadn't given birth to us, right?" Huang Nao smiled bitterly, "Brother..."

The phone was cut off immediately, and a knife directly pierced Huang Nao's palm with such force that it even pierced the screen of the phone!

Huang Nao turned around slowly, and saw that several figures had gradually come out of the forest and reached the top of the mountain.

"Huang Nao, you are finished." Several figures gradually walked out, and there were only seven people in the lead. From the original dozen or so representatives, now there are only seven left.

"It's over? Indeed, I'm over, but it's not in the hands of you trash, but in the hands of Zhang Shutong, the king of hell." Huang Nao smiled.

"Hehe...hehehe...hahahaha!"

Huang Nao gradually laughed, and his whole body trembled with the laughter, the rampant laughter even carried a hint of madness!
"What are you laughing at!" Everyone looked coldly.

"I laugh at you bastards for overestimating what you can do!"

The smile on Huang Nao's face suddenly faded, he grabbed the handle of the knife that had penetrated his palm with one hand, pulled hard, and pulled out the whole knife, he actually endured the severe pain, but frowned Just a moment!

He didn't even look at them, just turned around, facing the cliff below, slowly opened his hands, like an emperor descending into the world, laughing arrogantly.

At this time, Huang Nao turned around, facing the crowd, with a hooked mouth, full of evil intentions.

"If you want to die, let's die together!"