"Cangshan Jun." Nakajima's throat was like two bark. She said: "Now let your military adjust the missile system to the pre -launched mode. Once Miyamoto has fallen, it will be launched immediately!"

"clear!"

The highest status next to her nodded, and then passed the command through the commander.

At this point, even Nakashima Sausa believes that Miyamoto Shinshou's hope of winning this battle is very small. After all, the first -class two -day first -class is a golden signboard of the Miyamoto family.

The second strong, but in the face of the random block of the young man, it becomes this result.

Fortunately, the other party said in advance to let the three moves.

Next, see how the performance after Miyamoto Shinshou is. If three consecutive moves are ineffective, and if the family still stands still, the face will be thrown to the Pacific Ocean!

Mount Fuji.

When Zhao Fan's hand was holding the knife, he looked at Miyamoto Shinshou not far away and said lightly: "Two days before, but that's it."

Miyamoto Shin Shou was like a great shame, standing upright, holding a black sword and shadow boat with one hand, and holding a broken knife red maple with two fingers.

Looking down, as if looking for something.

"Are you looking for it?"

Zhao Fan slowly stretched out the other hand, while his palms were lying quietly with a red blade.

"How can I ..." Miyamoto really guarded.

"There are indeed two sons." Zhao Fan nodded thoughtfully: "This red long knife is close to the position of my heart, but it is just close. When it is two centimeters away, it is broken by me.

. ""

Hands ...

Breaking ...

These five words are tantamount to a heavy bomb that smashed into Miyamoto's mind, and could not return to God for a long time.

When Zhao Fan spoke, his voice was mixed with a trace of holy power, and it clearly passed into many cameras in the distance. Through the live broadcast, he fell into the extraordinary ears of the world.

"Zhao Wusheng faced the horrible two -day first -class, not only without pressure, but also breaking the red knife of Miyamoto Jian Sheng?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Zhuang, my great Huaxia!"

"Gan, what kind of shit did Huaxia go? Why is Zhao Wusheng not from our European countries!"

Nympho

Crazy, at this moment, the extraordinary circle of various countries intersects.

Only Huaxia, like the first Chinese New Year, has the existence of this character in Shenzhou, which is the blessing of the sky!

The world of Mount Fuji only opened the world, and it has not ended. However, all the extraordinary hearts have a result. I feel that the Japanese swordsheng wants to reverse the situation. It is difficult to reach the sky.

After today, the young man from Huaxia will be able to block God in this battle!

Nympho

Beijing.

The wind family, Feng Qingcheng and their parents, and many high -levels of many people stared at the screen.

"Tongcheng, when did Zhao Wusheng marry you?" Her father couldn't wait.

"Dad, what do you say, watch the live broadcast seriously." Feng Qingcheng's cheeks floated with two red Xiaxia. She didn't know how to explain the door to the door, but just a temporary acting.

Nympho

Jingzhou.

Ning Xiyu looked at the big display with Liu Qibi in the mansion of Liu's house, and she was attentive. At this time, she smiled, "Grandpa Liu, should my brother win?"

"Not to mention one Miyamoto Mamoru, even if there are ten or a hundred of them, they will not be a match for the young master."

Liu Qibi knew very well what it meant to crack Mount Fuji with one sword. That was the tip of the iceberg of Zhao Fan's strength. If he exploded with all his strength, I'm afraid the entire mountain would be razed to the ground!

…

military.

General Xue, Concubine Tang Shi and the Fiery Daughters were also watching the unprecedented battle broadcast live on the black market.

"I seem to have guessed Brother Fan's purpose." Tang Shifei's bright, flaming eyes moved and she said with a smile: "Shock all countries."

"But he... is in danger." General Xue said worriedly: "The Japanese country is bound to mobilize a large number of modern weapons. Not only that, I received news and monitored that the other side has turned on the missile system and is ready to launch at any time.

Even the holy realm cannot survive the bombing of missiles."

"It would be dangerous to switch to other holy places, but the person standing on the top of Mount Fuji right now is named Zhao Mingfan!" Concubine Tang Shi smiled and looked at the girls behind her, "Sisters, right?"

"Yes, a mere missile cannot threaten the instructor!"

"Even if the atomic bomb comes, it won't be enough."

…

USA.

In the Dark Church.

The eyes of the Dark Master and the kings of many dark ethnic groups were filled with hatred. That young man actually had the capital to despise the middle stage of the Saint Realm. More than that, even though he was across the screen, he also inferred that Miyamoto Mamoru's two-day first-class skills had reached the Saint Realm.

The power of the late stage, however, with a random sword, he blocked Ertian Yiyi, and at the same time, it also injured the Japanese sword master, and he broke a sword with his bare hands!

He knew he couldn't return this bad breath to the other party.

Suddenly, the dark master said solemnly: "From now on, forget the catastrophe not long ago. Anyone who dares to provoke Zhao Fan will be regarded as betraying the Holy See and will be killed without mercy. In addition, I order the extraordinary people under your command to infiltrate into China."

In that land, whether they are ordinary companies or hidden organizations, all are withdrawn. Zhao Wusheng will never dream of getting involved in China as long as he exists. Do you hear me?!"

"What about the other countries in Southeast Asia?" King Garlang asked. He was extremely lucky in his heart. If he had not been lucky enough to leave early that night, he might have been killed by Zhao Fan but his death would have been in vain.

"Hmm..." The dark master pondered for a few seconds and then said: "In the entire Asia, we are not allowed to leave any extraordinary things and properties belonging to our Holy See. It is good after all to stay far away."

…

In the Holy Land Church of the Holy See of Light.

The Pope looked at the screen expressionlessly, and beside him, there was a beautiful mixed-race woman.

The woman held a golden staff in her left hand and a silver bow in her right hand. Her eyes were empty, like a puppet.

"Elsa." The Pope of Light said slowly.

"Honorable Pope."

The mixed-race woman named Aisha nodded, but her voice was mechanical and devoid of emotion, and her lips and teeth looked very unnatural when she spoke.

"That young man's surname is Zhao." Pope Guangming said thoughtfully: "I remember that you once married into a Chinese family surnamed Zhao."

"yes."

Elsa nodded again.

"Now I will send you to the altar." The Pope of Light pressed the red button on the table.

The next moment, two figures in red robes walked in. They were the red-robed archbishops of the Holy See of Light.

"Restore Elsa's memory, let her see the young man's face, use forbidden techniques to confirm the relationship, and then deprive him of his memory." The Pope of Light ordered.

"As you command!"

When the two red archbishops turned around, Elsa also left.

"I hope it's not what I imagined." The Pope of Light narrowed his eyes, "China is a vast land with abundant resources. Even if they have the same surname, the possibility of being related is almost zero."

…

The EU countries, as well as Russia, which has become a giant in its own right, and even other continents, are all staged scene after scene surrounding this unprecedented war.

Just then.

Miyamoto Mamoru came back to his senses, but he was not depressed at all. Instead, he looked up to the sky and laughed and said: "Haha, there are only two people I admire in my life. The first one is my ancestor Miyamoto Musashi, and the second one is Miyamoto Musashi."

It’s you, Mr. Zhao.”

"What an honor."

Zhao Fan actually admires this Japanese swordsman very much. What he pursues is the art of swordsmanship that is not bound by any factors. Otherwise, he would not have made the oath with him when he was in China.

Therefore, even if he now has the strength to crush Miyamoto Mamoru, he will not humiliate him.

"Then, please Zhao Jun, take my second move!"

As Miyamoto Mamoru said this, he put his hands together in front of his chest, and then the shadow boat and the red maple, which had broken off a third, also came together.

"Man and sword unite!"

A cold light like sword light emerged from Miyamoto Mamoru's body, which was his unique holy power as a sword master.

The holy power flows to the two long knives that merge into one.

The next moment.
To be continued...