Following Miyamoto Mamoru's thundering roar, the two swords he transformed into, one black and one red, stirred up the turbulent flow of air blades coming from all directions. In an instant, it was like igniting countless tons of explosives, and more than that.

, this kind of explosion is different from the normal explosion, both are caused by the condensation of the blade.

The entire Mount Fuji seemed to have experienced a greater earthquake than when Zhao Fan split the mountain with his sword!

All the live broadcast cameras were shaking violently and could not capture a clear picture at all. Those who were relatively close had their lenses exploded, while those who were far away were also left with sword marks.

Among the Japanese Chaos who were watching the battle in the distance on the top of the mountain, a few of them were weak and were cut open by the turbulent flow of air blades spread out in the center of the battlefield, killing them instantly!

As for the stronger ones, large and small wounds were opened on their bodies, as if they were torn open by the claws of wild beasts. However, they were not fatal and only caused serious injuries.

Two of the fighter jets responsible for aerial photography were flying at a slightly lower height and were affected. The instantaneous electronic system was destroyed by the sharp fluctuations, lost their balance, and crashed to the ground. After the loud noise, there was only a big pit and

The broken shell remains.

Seeing this, the other three aircraft immediately rose fifty meters and did not dare to continue shooting at low altitude...

The turbulent flow of sword blades that destroyed the world was raging crazily on the top of Mount Fuji. It lasted for nearly a minute and finally began to dissipate. At the same time, Miyamoto Mamoru's figure slowly emerged among the sword blades in the sky.

He held the red maple in his left hand and the shadow boat in his right hand. His eyes were like the ruler of all sentient beings in the world, looking down below, and the focus of his eyes was exactly where the young man was before.

There is a process for the blade turbulence to dissipate. At this time, there is still a chaos of sand and soil below, which cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye.

"The Great Destruction of the Fusion of Man and Sword is my strongest sword so far." Miyamoto Mamoru released his sword energy to penetrate below to sense the opponent's life and death, while whispering confidently: "Even if he doesn't die, he will

It is a seriously injured body, and there is absolutely no way it will remain unharmed like when faced with a second-tier force."

The reason why he has such great confidence is that the integration of human and sword is a set of swordsmanship given by the origin of heaven and earth. There are three styles in it, the Great Destruction, the Killing Technique, and the Destruction of the Sky!

However, given Miyamoto Mamoru's state, he can only use the first move now, and the other two moves can only be used when he has reached the late stage and peak of the holy realm respectively.

But the power of the Great Destruction has already crushed Ertian Yiyi, whose power has reached the later stage, and is close to the peak of the Holy Realm!

The next moment.

"Huh? Nani!" Miyamoto Mamoru's body trembled in the void, and even his eyes became confused. He shook his head violently, no, the sensing must be wrong, and immediately released another sword energy, stabbing

Enter the battlefield below that has not yet returned to silence.

However, what he sensed was not only the opposite of what he imagined before, but it was even more extreme!

Because, after that twenty-year-old young man completely endured the "Great Destruction of the Unity of Man and Sword", his breath did not weaken at all, and he still stood in the center of the sword blade turbulence as calmly as ever...

What the hell?

How can the defense be so strong!

A newly promoted Saint Realm who has entered the Holy Realm for the first time, less than a year at most, is facing the strongest swordsmanship that is close to the peak of the Holy Realm. What a fuss!

At this moment, Miyamoto Mamoru had doubts about his God-given swordsmanship, but he immediately gave up the impossible idea. As a wielder, he knew very well how terrifying the power was. From the mess below

You can see it from the top of the mountain, with deep ravines and huge ravines everywhere!

Nearly half of the area on the top of Mount Fuji centered on the battlefield was cut off to a depth of more than ten meters. Although the ground on the edge was not destroyed to such an outrageous degree, it was still scarred.

The top of the mountain now is like a big pot.

But the strange thing is that the center of the battlefield has clearly sunk. Why is the young man still standing in the original position?

Gradually.

The last blade turbulence dissipated into nothingness.

The scene at the top of Mount Fuji was once again broadcast through live broadcasts, and was reflected in the eyes of countless extraordinary people from all over the world who were eager to know the results.

What followed was that everyone was like a mute with a paralyzed face. First they were all dumbfounded, and then they became petrified and lost their voices!

The Chinese young man in casual clothes stood with his sword horizontally. At his feet, he stepped on a golden stone pillar with a diameter of half a meter. Apart from this, the entire mountain top had been sunk into a deep pit!

His face was calm, his clothes were only a little messy and ripped, but not half ripped. His hair was fluttering in the wind, and his temperament seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth. He was as transcendent as a Taoist immortal and a simple and innocent person

Strange ordinary people.

However, that young man's eyes were as deep and vast as boundless void!

At this moment, Miyamoto Mamoru recovered from the shock. He looked at his opponent below in confusion, and his voice trembled faintly: "Zhao Jun...you?"

Zhao Fan shrugged his shoulders, put down the hand holding the Long Yao Heavenly Sword, and reminded him quietly: "You have one more move."

His voice was not loud, just like two people talking face to face, but it was everywhere like the air, from the top of Mount Fuji... to the middle of the mountain... to the foot of the mountain, and did not disappear until dozens of miles away.

So many Japanese experts watching the battle through the big screen heard two voices one after another.

"You have one more trick."

This sentence fell into the ears of most of the extraordinary people in the world. The tone of voice was not deliberately increased, but coupled with the scene on the screen, it became the most domineering words they had ever heard in their lives.

I don’t know how many women have fallen into infatuation with that young man and cannot extricate themselves.

I don’t know how many men, ranging from the elderly who have half-stepped into the coffin to those who are new to Taoism, all feel their bodies shake when the sound enters their ears, and their pores feel refreshed from the depths of their souls. A real man should be so domineering!

Across the world, invincible!

…

Miyamoto Mamoru's originally flustered mood suddenly calmed down. He looked at the young man from a distance, and then laughed and said: "I don't take seriously most geniuses in the world, but there is one kind.

A genius cannot be given time."

Zhao Fan was a little surprised by the former's words. Was this considered giving up resistance?

In fact, when Miyamoto Mamoru saw that the Great Destruction he had used was fruitless, he already knew that he would never be that young man's opponent, so he shook his head and laughed at himself: "I became famous as a boy, wielding a sword.

Along the way, there is no opponent. When I reach middle age, I feel lonely.

Lonely like the snow on Mount Fuji, which never melts all year round. I once thought that your appearance would make my kendo less boring, but I never thought that when we met again, I would no longer be qualified to confront you. Even,

I am not qualified to chase after your back."

"If you feel disheartened like this, it means that you have betrayed your own swordsmanship." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed, and then said softly: "There is one last move, right? They haven't given up yet, and your heart

How can we retreat first?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his free left hand and pointed at the shadow boat and red maple in Miyamoto Mamoru's hand.

"They haven't given up yet?"

Miyamoto Mamoru's pupils trembled. He lowered his head and looked at the two long knives that accompanied him day and night. He suddenly realized something in his heart. Then, when he raised his head again, the frustration just now was gone, replaced by,

Unstoppable faith!

"If the sword is there, it will live up to the sword!"

Miyamoto Mamoru exuded a mighty power, as if he had changed into a different person, and no factors could affect his state of mind.

"Come on." Zhao Fan twisted his wrist, and the Long Yaotian Sword stood in front of him. In his mind, although Miyamoto Mamoru was much weaker than him, he would not let him down because of his nationality or position.

He is an opponent worthy of respect.

"Be careful!"

Miyamoto Mamoru's whole body was shaped like a sword, flying across the air, and his two long swords were also at his side, pointing directly at the target!

No fancy moves, just straight forward!

However, the power contained in it has surpassed the previous great destruction and reached the level of first entering the peak of the holy realm.

This is the second form of the combination of human and sword, the art of killing!
Chapter completed!