King of Special Forces Thief God

Chapter 468 Your Knife Is Too Slow

Chapter 469 Your Knife Is Too Slow

"what?"

Shinichiro Miyamoto was slightly taken aback, with a sad expression on his face, "Did he, who is called Oni Ninja Hanzo, die by your hands?"

"It's me. If he wants to kill me, he must have the consciousness of being murdered by others." Ye Luoyang said bluntly.

"That's it."

Miyamoto Shinichiro looked bewildered, and sighed softly, "Although I don't like Oninin Hanzo, that shady guy, but after all, we serve the same master, and we should do our best to be a colleague. I didn't want to kill you at first. But now it’s a last resort.”

Ye Luoyang said indifferently: "I originally wanted to kill you. I wanted to replace Li Zhe, oh, that is, Feng Yunzhe. The world, then I should give you this chance."

"Hmph, ignorant junior, you are a little too arrogant. The scenery of martial arts transformation cannot be seen by defeating a ghost Hanzo!"

Shinichiro Miyamoto stopped uttering another word, the right hand holding the sword hilt sank suddenly, his eyes were cold, like a wild beast that chooses to eat people, looking at him coldly.

The lion fights the rabbit, especially with all his strength.

No matter how confident Ye Luoyang is, he has always adhered to the creed of sailing carefully and underestimating his enemies, but it is easy to capsize in the gutter.

Once the decisive battle started, Ye Luoyang's energy and spirit changed drastically.

The bohemian demeanor suddenly disappeared, replaced by a serious look in his eyes.

He slowly raised one hand, put it behind his back, and looked at Shinichiro Miyamoto calmly.

Shinichiro Miyamoto stood at a distance of three feet away, he slowly closed his eyes, closed them tightly, and did not see anything, but the wind and grass around him could not escape his sword energy at all.

"call……"

The wind is blowing by!

Concentrate on oneness, and the way of swordsmanship will be accomplished!
Shinichiro Miyamoto opened his eyes suddenly, clenched the scabbard with his left hand, and pressed his right hand firmly on the hilt of the sword. He let out a deep voice.

"The Mystery of the Dry Water Flow·Jihe! A clean break!"

Before the words fell, the sword was out of its sheath!
With the sound of breaking the drink, the curved blade instantly drew a large area of ​​Han Hong in the air!The boundless white arc of light enveloped Ye Luoyang's direction in an instant!

Tear!

Even though the distance was very far, there was a tearing gust of wind in the void instantly!

The boundless and invisible sword energy burst out from the tip of his katana!

After passing several feet away in an instant, the howling sword energy wrapped in the wind, directly tore the space in front of the two of them, and the boundless sword energy surged towards Ye Luoyang screaming with fierce sword light!
Before the blade arrived, the overwhelming sword energy came first!

Ye Luoyang narrowed his eyes slightly. This sword skill is enough to prove that this Jinichiro Miyamoto has already stood on the peak of half-step transformation, and is only a thin line away from the real transformation!
But so what?

Ye Luoyang is not afraid even if he is a real master of transformation.

On the platform at the top of the sky tree, where the sword energy passed, the tempered glass suddenly cracked, and bright cracks appeared. The sword energy roared, and countless bumps and bumps bulged on the ground of the platform!
"Your sword is too slow."

Ye Luoyang said unhurriedly, and then grabbed the void suddenly, and the straight knife appeared in his hand. He did not choose to face the wind and sword energy directly, but directly entered the state of divine concealment, with his toes a little!
The fierce blade shot out from the platform at the top of the sky tree in a mighty burst!The clouds in the sky in the distance, all turned into pieces amidst the sound of the huge storm!

When the blade surged past, a drop of cold sweat from Jinichiro Miyamoto slowly dripped from his forehead to the ground, like water drops falling into a still pool, abruptly interrupting the dead silence.

The point of Ye Luoyang's knife landed on Miyamoto Jinichiro's neck, and if he advanced an inch, his head fell to the ground.

"How is it possible?" Shinichiro Miyamoto lowered his eyes, looked at the tip of the knife that fell on his neck, swallowed secretly, and said in disbelief, "How can you be so fast?"

"It's not that I'm fast, it's that your knife is too slow."

Miyamoto Jinichiro's expression remained unchanged, he looked at him fixedly and said, "Do you dare to take my knife?"

Ye Luoyang thought for a while and said, "Okay, but there's only one knife, I'll take it, you just admit defeat."

"it is good."

Ye Luoyang took a step back, leaving enough room for Shinichiro Miyamoto.

Shinichiro Miyamoto sighed slightly, switched to holding the knife in his left hand, and stood a foot in front of his chest.

His whole demeanor changed, and his expression was no longer flustered, but quiet, as if an old monk had settled down, dead and silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

This is the supreme meaning of his Dry Water Flow!
"Please take this... cut by Nabadoji!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, Jinichiro Miyamoto flipped his wrist, and the white sword light rolled towards Ye Luoyang who was a step away.

This time, the blade was not fancy at all, and he concentrated all his strength into this unpretentious blade, which was even more imposing than the seemingly majestic blade aura!

Ye Luoyang's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his hand and swung a bland knife.

There was no brilliant explosion on the straight knife, although Jinichiro Miyamoto couldn't see it, but Ye Luoyang had already wrapped the blade with true energy, and the blade covered with true energy could even open an armored vehicle instantly!

And in the hands of Shinichiro Miyamoto, waiting for the end of the samurai sword he called the famous sword Dojiri, there is only...

"boom!"

There was no sound of explosive airflow, nor did it cause a huge air wave to tumbling, the straight knife was like cutting tofu with water, it cut off Dojiri neatly, and went straight to Shinichiro Miyamoto!

The true energy flow of the straight knife left a small wound on Shinichiro Miyamoto's neck, and Yin Hong's blood dripped from it.

The boy cut the broken blade, and with a "clang" it plunged into the ground of the platform at the top of the sky.

Shinichiro Miyamoto's face was full of despair, the broken knife in his hand slowly fell, and he said in a deep voice, "I lost..."

Sitting in the meeting hall, the Fengyun family, who were highly nervous, saw the end of the war at this time, some were happy and some were sad.

Toyoun Takuya, who was originally confident and contented, suddenly felt ashamed, and fell back on the bench, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That boy from Hua who had never seen him before actually defeated the number one swordsman in Dongpu. How could this be possible?
However, the outcome has been decided, and the facts are in front of us.

But Li Zhe, who had his heart hanging in his throat, was ecstatic at the moment.

He stared wide-eyed at the big screen, with the same unbelievable expression on his face, he won, he actually won!

(End of this chapter)