I don't know who slashed this earth-shattering knife, which ran through the void, split a hundred huge waves, and cut out a large crack a hundred zhang wide, saving everyone.

"Who's doing it?"

"Who made this knife?"

......

All of them were stunned, looking around for a figure.

"The 10,000-zhang long Daogang, this is impossible, it is the Flying Nine-fold Slash of my Feitianliu Ancestor, and the Dao Gang in the record can only run through 3,000 zhang at most, which is a lot worse. Whose sword technique is so strong, far above the sword technique of my Flying Imperial Sword Stream?" Ishino Yasuhiro muttered to himself, incredulous, his eyes full of horror.

Although the Flying Nine Slash is not the first sword technique in the world, it is also one of the sword techniques at the top of the pyramid, even if there are outstanding ones, it is impossible to have too many gaps. Now that the Flying Nine Slash Peerless Sword Technique has been crushed, that's why he is so surprised.

"Such an earth-shattering knife, is an earth immortal making a move?" Xiao Qingtian was also stunned, his scalp was numb, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

He boasted that if he faced this shocking knife, there would be no chance of survival, and the gap was too big.

"Grandpa, why is this sword technique somewhat similar to our Rakshasa knife technique?" Miyamoto Ziyue asked Grandpa with a puzzled expression.

"Did you see that?" said Kazuo Miyamoto in surprise.

"Couldn't it be ......?"

Suddenly, he struck a spirit, and his body moved violently, and he flew into the sky, looking in the direction where the knife had slashed.

In the void, Dongfang Crane and Oglish were also shocked by this shocking sword, and they both turned around, looking straight in one direction. Although the distance was a little far, they could still see a figure clearly when they used their eyesight.

On a mountain, an old man wearing an old Taoist robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes are like two cold stars, hollow and deep, the spirit of the whole person seems to be integrated into this heaven and earth, people are in harmony with heaven and earth, and the Tao is in harmony, that is, motionless, there is also a terrifying breath emanating from the body, making his thin figure look as majestic as a mountain, as vast as the sea.

A large knife was carried behind him, revealing a piece of the hilt, and wisps of murderous intent overflowed, converging into a stream of blood qi, lingering outside his body, eerie and terrifying.

There is no doubt that this is a peerless fierce soldier, and this old man's hands must have been stained with the blood of countless living beings.

"Is it him? This can't be? Isn't he dead?" Dongfang He's pupils suddenly shrank, and he recognized the old man.

"Ancestor, is it really you?"

Kazuo Miyamoto jumped in the air, and when he saw the old man, he suddenly became sad, because he was too excited, and his voice was a little choked.

This old man is none other than the old sword saint of the Miyamoto family and the founder of the Rakshasa Ninja Village, Taro Miyamoto.

It's unbelievable that this is a real old fossil-level figure, and it's unbelievable that it's still alive.

A hundred years ago, he had an earth-shattering battle with my Huaguo Sword Saint Wu Wangui, but unfortunately he was defeated in the end.

Kazuo Miyamoto saw this old ancestor when he was a child and left some memories.

At that time, Taro Miyamoto was already dying, and at the end of the divine realm, it was difficult to go further, and there was not much time left. Instead of sitting still, he traveled the world in the hope of getting some kind of chance, and never came up again.

His age is one more than that of Dongfang Crane and Amber Shengming, two old antiques, and according to his age, he should have died a long time ago.

There is only one possibility for a damned person to appear alive, and that is that he has traveled the world to find some kind of opportunity, so that his life can continue.

"It turned out to be him, no wonder, no wonder!" Ishino Yasuhiro was suddenly relieved.

Taro Miyamoto was a sword saint a hundred years ago, and he was not surprised at all to make this shocking sword.

There was a dead silence in the audience, then there was a lot of discussion, and finally the audience was in an uproar.

Of course, the uproar was all Dongying's spectators, the old sword saint returned, Dongying had another guardian saint, they were honored, and they couldn't hide their excitement for a while.

And the spectators of our country in China were all like ashes, and a touch of fear pressed on their hearts, creepy and heavy.

The existence of Taro Miyamoto has stabilized the Oriental Crane!

At this time, in the void, the breath of great destruction disappeared, and the figure of a young man was already in everyone's eyes. And Amber Shengming's figure is not there, I don't know if it was beaten away or wiped out.

Taro Miyamoto stood motionless on the top of the mountain, his eyes looking up at the sky, fixed on the figure of the boy. He paid no attention to the crowd on the ground, even as his juniors called him.

Fortunately, he didn't mean to act immediately.

Brush Brush Brush!

One by one, their eyes also raised, looking at the figure of the young man in the sky.

This big collision was really tragic, although Ye Tian won, but he also suffered a heavy blow. The thunder suit on his body was all broken, revealing bronzed skin, the thunder wings were broken into several pieces, the Yuanqi Great Seal also collapsed a corner, and several cracks were born, his face was pale, there were blood stains at the corners of his mouth, his body was shaky, and he felt that he couldn't support it.

The black gold talisman of the earth immortals, the blow of the earth immortals, what a destructive power it is. If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Magnetic Great Yin resisted some of his energy and was wearing a thunder suit, it was unknown whether he would be able to stand here.

He had just taken several pills, and he was replenishing his blood qi, and the wounds in his body were healing rapidly.

There were also thunder rays of light around his body, dividing into five colors, representing five kinds of divine thunder, and they were actually mending the thunder suit.

This is the thunder energy in the Thunder Spirit Fruit, which is being extracted.

He brought five thunder spirit fruits with him, and there was a large amount of thunder energy stored in them, and he wanted to use them as magic weapons, but he didn't expect to use them like this.

As his injuries healed, so did his momentum.

"He's dying, let's shoot together and kill him! ”

I don't know who suddenly shouted, causing a commotion in the crowd, and the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Sou!

A beautiful figure rose into the air, holding a divine compass in his hand, and slammed into Ye Tian.

"You actually killed the Holy Ming Ancestor, let me die! My Amber family is not in the same sky with you!" Amber Meiji roared angrily, her eyes red.

"You dare!" Meng Yao snorted.

Boom!

The purple lightning yin thunder knife in her hand slashed out, and a snow-bright sword roared out, the thunder was surging, and there were wisps of lightning and thunder intertwined on it, terrifying.

Boom!

A knife slashed on the Shikijin compass and cut the compass down.

"Young Demon King, take your life!" Amber Long drank, opened his mouth and spit out, a bloody light broke out of the air, and turned into a kobold monster in the void, two meters tall, with two horns on his forehead, a steel fork in his hand, and a black and white yin and yang robe on his body, majestic and vicious.

It's his natal god, the dog ghost!

"Die!"

The Red Flame War Halberd in Zhao Tianlong's hand stabbed violently, bringing out a ten-zhang long firelight and sharp mang, which passed through the air, and instantly pierced Amber Longyi's canine ghost god, and shattered with a bang.