The God of Destruction

There are many schools in Dongyang and Jiandu, known as the top ten sword schools.

The Beichen first class that Pan Chen met was the most widely spread and the most disciplinary school, while Miyamoto Wu Tuo was located in the two-day first-class cabin and was the most powerful one of the Dongyang Kendo School.

Swordsmanship in this school is difficult to practice, but once practiced, its lethality is amazing.

Although there are not many disciples, everyone is a person of talent and strength.

Miyamoto Muto is in his forties, but he is already the master of Kendo.

In the world of Dongyang Kendo, he can be ranked in the top ten, which is many times stronger than the 1,000 Pan Zhengxiong and others killed by Pan Chen before.

Miyamoto, on top of this overlapping temple, jumped about a few hundred meters high like a falcon, flew to the bottom of Pan Chen Hall in a blink of an eye, and stood on a copper tripod.

This bronze tripod is an antique with hundreds of years of history. It is made of bronze and is very heavy. It is used by the pulse of sandalwood and admirers to pray for blessings, like a large water tank filled with three kilograms.

"Who dares to kill our Toyo Yamaguchi team members?"

I saw him wearing a black and blue sword suit, stepping on wooden shoes, holding a long and short samurai sword around his waist.

His sword eyebrows slanted, eagle nose, and his eyes gleamed, giving a strong and powerful feeling.

His waist was straight, like a sharp sword pulled out of the sheath, killing the sky all over his body.

"For you, I am not qualified to know my name!"

Pan Chen's cold sun smiled with disdain and said, "I killed the Japanese devils just like killing chickens and cutting dogs!"

"Courageous madman!"

Miyamoto Takeo felt angry and shocked at his feet.

This bronze tripod weighing more than a thousand pounds rushed into the air, shooting Pan Chen like an angry cannon.

"Your sister, a few thousand pounds of bronze tripod."

Immediately, Chen Jiafu and Yuan Ning rushed into the mouth together, shaking them, staring at them.

Having just met the power of Pan Chen, they already knew that Pan Chen was definitely not an ordinary person.

In front of this Dongyang swordsman, it is obviously not an ordinary person, Pan Chen also belongs to the same kind of person.

They started to worry again.

This person should have the strength to compete with Pan Chen, and may even kill Pan Chen.

"Mr. Miyamoto is said to be the territory of the master of Kendo, which is comparable to the martial arts masters of the Celestial Dynasty!"

Many kendo masters, ninjas, and ruthless people of the Yamaguchi group looked at the figure of Miyamoto Taketo with respect, his power, which has far exceeded people's imagination, is too powerful.

The bronze tripod, like a shell, rises in the air like a huge meteorite and emits a harsh roar.

"Oh, that's all! Today, let you look at the power of the heavenly strong!"

Pan Chen smiled calmly, pointing to Mang and Emptiness.

A sharp finger suddenly clicked, and the copper tripod was broken like paper paste.

Like poplar frying, countless pieces of bronze flew like shrapnel and cut snow.

A dozen or so Orientals watching the war were immediately exposed to the seedlings, pierced by debris and dropped to the ground like blood gourds.

"awesome!"

Chen Jiafu's eyes were scared out of breath. Pan Chen looked at Pan Chen as if believers saw the gods and worshiped endlessly.

This time, Yuan Ning's views are surprisingly consistent with those of Chen Jiafu.

"Jin Zhu, you made the right choice this time, and we Tan Jun was saved!"

auzw.com Li Jianxi is relieved.

"He is a man of God!" Li Jinzhu's eyes were full of admiration, and his full chest undulated violently.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Wu Tuo's fierce eyes flashed a thin awn, the eagle hook wrinkled his nose, and said in amazement: "This is Huaxia's true energy, are you a martial arts master?"

"Afraid? If you are afraid, commit suicide. Thank you!"

Pan Chen's eyes were indifferent, like overlooking ants.

"Well! My Toyo upholds the spirit of a samurai, stubborn, not afraid of death, not afraid of fighting, how can you be like your Huaxia?"

Miyamoto Taketo snorted proudly, two feet and one pedal, strong as a dragon, climbing, floating directly to more than 20 meters above Pan Chen, and then cutting it off with a sword.

"Magic Net!"

A sword was cut off, a knife was killed between heaven and earth, and a sharp blade was connected to each other, forming a net, covering a 20-meter space, and chopping towards Pan Chen.

"The network and its edge!"

"Too strong!"

"A knife can cut gold and break iron, not to mention the blade. Even if the boy is hit by iron, he will become a puree!"

A group of people shouted one after another, their eyes startled. Miyamoto worshipped to the extreme, thinking that Pan Chen was dead this time.

It can be said that many masters guard the pulse of sandalwood.

Except for Ampere, few people can compare with Miyamoto in terms of combat power.

"Carving! Is this the only **** in your Dongyang martial arts?"

Pan Chen disdain to smile.

San Ben Wu Tuo was very angry and wanted to jump and scold, but he couldn't scold the next moment, his face was shocked.

I saw Pan Chenxin clutching the net with bare hands, as if torn a piece of rag.

Wow! With a bang, many blades shattered, turning into a chaotic breath, one after another exploding.

"That is impossible!"

Miyamoto Taketo was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. His eyes looked around, his feet wobbled, and he almost fell to the ground.

His ten-blade net, each blade is very sharp, can split the car.

There is so much weight, but this child can tear it into pieces with his bare hands. Is this human?

"If you only have these, stop wasting time, everything is over!"

Pan Chen stood up gently, stood in the air, raised his hands, and approached Miyamoto in the past.

"This man is a demon, let alone the morals of rivers and lakes, let's go together!" Ichiro Miyamoto took the lead in killing Pan Chen by violent means.

"He is a monster, let's cut the demon and drive it away!"

Many Dongyang Kendo and Ninja masters jumped up and down vertically, each successfully learning the secret method, Qi Pan shooting.

"Ghost and Shadow Nine Kills!"

Mr. Takeda, the ninja in the middle, covered his face and smelled like a latent viper.

His hands squeezed out the formula, constantly changing, and his body shape became nine figures, different postures, different movements, from all directions to Pan Chen being killed.

Pan Chen did not dodge at all, directly hit a number on his chest.

"How did you find my real body?"

Wu Tianlong's husband spurted blood, flew out, fell to the ground sadly, can't believe seeing Pan Chen. ..

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