Miyamoto's lips trembled, unable to speak.

The hole in his chest was very large.

You can see the scenery behind it.

It was directly penetrated.

Not only that.

With this hole as the center, countless cracks appeared on his skin.

It's like a broken mirror.

His internal organs, his meridians, his dantian, and all his vitality were almost destroyed by the Cong Yun Sword.

But his soul is still there, so that he can still hold on and say this.

He couldn't believe it at all.

He has been in the world for hundreds of years, and no one has ever been his opponent, he is the number one sword god in the world.

How could he have lost to a boy under the age of twenty!

"See, this is the real way of the sword. ”

Qin Tian made a casual move, and in the distant sky, the Cong Yun Sword flew again and was held in his hand.

Then Qin Tian's eyes were indifferent, and he walked towards Miyamoto Taro.

And Miyamoto Taro was speechless at the moment.

The words just now had completely exhausted all his strength.

Arguably.

His body was alive and dead.

Only his strong spiritual power was left to support the soul.

When he arrived at the Ning Dan Realm, his spiritual power was already very strong, and even if Taro Miyamoto's body was rotten, as long as he found a suitable way and relied on his soul power, he could continue to survive.

Hearing Qin Tian's words, he just stared at Qin Tian.

Although his heart was full of unwillingness, he had to admit it at the moment.

Qin Tian's sword path was indeed much more powerful than his.

Isn't that kind of sword technique just now a magic that only exists in legends?

I didn't expect this young man to have such a lost method.

Then, Qin Tian stopped talking nonsense with him, and his heart moved.

The Divine Thought Knife directly condensed out, and it swirled in a translucent form in Qin Tian's hand.

Seeing this sword of divine thought, Miyamoto Taro's eyes finally showed the fear of death.

Because this knife brought him a kind of soul-like tremble.

"It's ...... The essence of mental power? This can't be ...... How could his spiritual power be condensed to such an extent? Is he a monster?"

Taro Miyamoto roared inwardly, the look of horror in his eyes growing stronger.

Sou!

Finally.

Qin Tian held the Divine Thought Knife in his hand and shot towards Miyamoto Taro's eyebrows.

Present.

Miyamoto Taro's soul let out a terrible scream, and it actually burst out of the broken body.

I want to escape.

It's just that although he is a powerhouse in the Ning Dan Realm, his spiritual power has not yet transformed into a divine thought, so he is still in an extremely transparent state, and it is far less condensed than Fusang Tengu's.

on this.

Qin Tian just snorted lightly, his mind moved, and the Divine Thought Knife turned around and flew away at a faster speed.

Laugh at!

The Divine Thought Knife turned into an invisible afterimage and flashed in the air.

It runs through the back of Miyamoto Taro's soul body.

didn't even have time to let out a scream, and Miyamoto Taro's fragile soul was directly wiped out.

This super powerhouse, who has been famous for hundreds of years, died like this!

Since then, there has been no such person in the world.

......

When the movement at the summit of Mt. Fuji has completely stopped.

Many warriors at the foot of the mountain, as well as many bigwigs, are guessing an unknown answer in their hearts.

"Who won this battle?"

"Is it Fuso Sword God Miyamoto Taro, or is it Qin Tianlong, the first young master in China?"

For these people, these two people are the top super powerhouses in the world today.

Their strength is unimaginable to them, so many people can't imagine who will win or lose this result.

And some of the warriors of Fuso are naturally inclined to Taro Miyamoto.

"Needless to say, it must be Miyamoto's predecessors who won, the white sword light that pierced the sky just now, you didn't see it, just ask, in the whole world, who can block that kind of attack?"

"That's it...... Although that Qin Tianlong is very strong, he is too young after all, how can he be the opponent of Miyamoto's predecessors?"

"I see, he must have had his head cut off by Miyamoto's senpai. ”

The more these Fusang warriors talked, the more energetic they became, as if it was really Miyamoto Taro who had already killed Qin Tianlong.

Takeo Watanabe's eyes also flashed with great confidence.

Because, he has great confidence in the strength of his teacher.

Although the scene of Qin Tianlong stretching out a pair of bare wings and rushing to the top of the mountain not long ago shocked him, his teacher was a legendary powerhouse who could step into the air.

There is no need to rely on other external forces to fly in the air.

Therefore, from this point, coupled with the white sword that pierced through the heavens and the earth on the top of the mountain just now, Takeo Watanabe also thought that this battle must have been won by the teacher.

In comparison, the atmosphere of the warriors in China is a little dull.

After all, the terrifying sword aura that came from the top of the mountain just now, they all felt it from such a distance.

"Could it be that Master Qin really lost to that Fusang Sword God?"

These warriors in Huaxia were a little dazed in their hearts.

For them, in today's Chinese martial arts world, Yan Xingzun and Qin Tianlong are all symbols.

This time, Qin Tianlong fought against the Fusang Sword God, representing the collision of the martial arts circles of the two countries.

Once Qin Tianlong was really defeated, it would be a painful blow to them and to all the martial artists in Huaxia.

It is very likely that the Huaxia martial arts world will collapse because of this, and it will not be able to turn over for a long time after being pressed under the Fusang martial arts world!

Only Qian Yixue and the old demon did not have sadness on their faces, but a strong look of surprise.

Just now, the scene where Cong Yunjian came out of Qian Yixue's eyebrows and rushed to the top of the mountain, the old demon also saw it.

At this moment, Qian Yixue already knew that Cong Yun Jian was actually dragged by Qin Tian to deal with that Fusang Sword God just now.

Cong Yun Sword has been refined by her with blood, and she has figured it out with Qian Yixue's mind, so when Cong Yun Sword penetrated Miyamoto Taro's chest, Qian Yixue also sensed it.

At that moment, she immediately told the old demon next to her about this discovery.

After getting this news, the two of them were naturally very excited.

Just when these Fuso warriors were in ecstasy, suddenly.

A faint voice suddenly came from above the head: "You guys, what are you happy about?"

Everyone looked up in unison.

I saw that a thin figure stretched out a fiery red light wing behind his back, carrying his hands behind his back, and slowly stepped down into the air.

It's like stepping on a staircase.

The moment I saw this young man.

All the Fusang warriors, as well as many martial artists who were not optimistic about Qin Tian, changed their faces at the same time.

"How is this possible?"

(End of chapter)