Chapter: 656
His heart was beating wildly, his face changed drastically, and his hands began to tremble slightly. He looked at Chen Ning and said tremblingly, "You...you are..."
With a sneer on his face, Chen Ning said playfully, "Three years ago, in the battle in the northern border, you were lucky enough to save a life."
"At that time, I warned you guys that you should not step into China again in your lifetime. You shouldn't take my words as a deaf ear."
Boom!
A thunder in the night sky resounded above Miyamoto Ittosai's head.
Miyamoto didn't know whether he was startled by the thunder or by Chen Ning's words, he swayed twice and almost fell down.
The way he looked at Chen Ning was already full of fear and despair, as well as deep regret.
It's him, it's him, it's him!
The most terrifying enemy in the depths of memory, the young marshal of the Northern Territory who single-handedly killed the eighteen-nation coalition forces.
The Huaxia God of War who cut off his weapon with a single blow and disemboweled him, causing him to flee back to Japan like a wild dog in embarrassment.
Miyamoto's heart was sinking in despair.
He kept shouting in his heart: It's really him, I should have thought it was him long ago. Besides him, who else can easily kill my chief apprentice?
I'm so stupid, I really shouldn't step into the restricted area of ??Huaxia, I'm done.
Miyamoto's heart was desperate and regretful, but he also wanted to struggle and resist, which was extremely complicated.
Chen Ning looked at Miyamoto, who was trembling all over, clenched his samurai sword tightly and let go again, and said with a smile: "Miyamoto, you couldn't catch my sword three years ago, now you have the courage to draw your sword again Yet?"
After Miyamoto heard the words, he realized that his fear of Chen Ning had been deeply engraved into his bones.
Facing Chen Ning now, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword, he hesitated and hesitated.
For a sword god like him, losing confidence is tantamount to losing.
In a single thought, he became much older, lost all energy and energy, and looked haggard, like an old man who might pass away at any time.
At the entrance of the teahouse, Song Pingting and others looked at Chen Ning and Miyamoto in the rain in surprise. They couldn't hear what they were talking about?
At the window of the tea house, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others were also full of suspicion. They were all wondering why the sword god didn't do anything yet?
Why are you talking nonsense with Chen Ning, just kill him with one move.
At this time, Chen Ning walked in front of Miyamoto holding a black umbrella, and said lightly: "I have come from the northern border, and I have passed the three cold meals, and this year it is raining bitterly..."
Miyamoto Ittosai, holding the samurai sword, was trembling all over and did not dare to draw the sword at Chen Ning.
Hearing Chen Ning recite poems, he immediately saw the scene of Chen Ning killing them through the eighteen-nation coalition army in the northern border:
Corpses were strewn everywhere, rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, and Chen Ning, who was wearing a handsome robe and holding a handsome knife, walked through the pattering rain, chanting this poem.
Boom!
A flash of lightning flashed by, followed by a thunderous explosion.
Miyamoto seemed to be back in the past, as if the lightning flashed in front of his eyes, it was the terrifying knife that Chen Ning slashed at him back then.
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With a sneer on his face, Chen Ning said playfully, "Three years ago, in the battle in the northern border, you were lucky enough to save a life."
"At that time, I warned you guys that you should not step into China again in your lifetime. You shouldn't take my words as a deaf ear."
Boom!
A thunder in the night sky resounded above Miyamoto Ittosai's head.
Miyamoto didn't know whether he was startled by the thunder or by Chen Ning's words, he swayed twice and almost fell down.
The way he looked at Chen Ning was already full of fear and despair, as well as deep regret.
It's him, it's him, it's him!
The most terrifying enemy in the depths of memory, the young marshal of the Northern Territory who single-handedly killed the eighteen-nation coalition forces.
The Huaxia God of War who cut off his weapon with a single blow and disemboweled him, causing him to flee back to Japan like a wild dog in embarrassment.
Miyamoto's heart was sinking in despair.
He kept shouting in his heart: It's really him, I should have thought it was him long ago. Besides him, who else can easily kill my chief apprentice?
I'm so stupid, I really shouldn't step into the restricted area of ??Huaxia, I'm done.
Miyamoto's heart was desperate and regretful, but he also wanted to struggle and resist, which was extremely complicated.
Chen Ning looked at Miyamoto, who was trembling all over, clenched his samurai sword tightly and let go again, and said with a smile: "Miyamoto, you couldn't catch my sword three years ago, now you have the courage to draw your sword again Yet?"
After Miyamoto heard the words, he realized that his fear of Chen Ning had been deeply engraved into his bones.
Facing Chen Ning now, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword, he hesitated and hesitated.
For a sword god like him, losing confidence is tantamount to losing.
In a single thought, he became much older, lost all energy and energy, and looked haggard, like an old man who might pass away at any time.
At the entrance of the teahouse, Song Pingting and others looked at Chen Ning and Miyamoto in the rain in surprise. They couldn't hear what they were talking about?
At the window of the tea house, Xiao Yaoyang, Mitsui Takeshi and others were also full of suspicion. They were all wondering why the sword god didn't do anything yet?
Why are you talking nonsense with Chen Ning, just kill him with one move.
At this time, Chen Ning walked in front of Miyamoto holding a black umbrella, and said lightly: "I have come from the northern border, and I have passed the three cold meals, and this year it is raining bitterly..."
Miyamoto Ittosai, holding the samurai sword, was trembling all over and did not dare to draw the sword at Chen Ning.
Hearing Chen Ning recite poems, he immediately saw the scene of Chen Ning killing them through the eighteen-nation coalition army in the northern border:
Corpses were strewn everywhere, rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, and Chen Ning, who was wearing a handsome robe and holding a handsome knife, walked through the pattering rain, chanting this poem.
Boom!
A flash of lightning flashed by, followed by a thunderous explosion.
Miyamoto seemed to be back in the past, as if the lightning flashed in front of his eyes, it was the terrifying knife that Chen Ning slashed at him back then.
"ah--" JrNovels.com
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