Chapter 321

Because Zheng Yuan was ready to attack, and Miyamoto Ichiro was a little caught off guard, and his strength could not be well exerted, he fell below for a moment and was shocked to fall back two steps.

This is a very rare opportunity, so how could Zheng Yuan let it go.

He hit it with his right hand.

This fist is the result of his hard work. It's powerful and strange. It's like a river or a sea.

Miyamoto Ichiro can see at a glance that Zheng Yuan's fist is already the master's level. It's not only fierce, but also contains countless aftereffects. Duandi can be described as endless changes.

He couldn't help but shout in the dark.

However, he was not afraid at all.

See, he drinks a big, full strength met to go up.

The two Vietnam wars are getting fiercer.

Zheng Yuan's offensive has begun, he has forgotten everything.

In his eyes now, he has nothing but moves and battles.

Life and death have long been indifferent.

His moves are both offensive and defensive, like an antelope hanging horns.

His speed, his strength is like thunder.

At the moment, every move of his has the ability to capture the soul and pursue the soul, which is extremely vicious.

Everything within a radius of 30 meters has been affected.

The branches break, the rocks crack, and the air stirs.

Miyamoto Ichiro can be said to have been led away by Zheng Yuan's rhythm, so for a moment, he had only the power of parry, not the slightest fight back.

However, he is also very good, from the beginning to the end, and did not step back.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

Zheng Yuan has always been unable to break Miyamoto Ichiro's defense.

Miyamoto, however, could not find a chance to fight back.

But Zheng Yuan's fighting spirit is more and more vigorous.

Because his main purpose now is not to defeat Ichiro Miyamoto, but to delay time.

Miyamoto is more and more depressed and angry.

Although he knows that the master against the war, the most taboo is impetuous, emotional instability.

But he just can't control it.

Because it's too much.

He is also a half step inborn strong man, but in the face of a person who is only heaven level, he is in the bottom again and again.

If it's spread, it will become a joke of the whole ancient martial arts world, and then there will be no face to be called the first strong man of the island.

So whether it's for himself or for the big island, he has to get back to the top.

I saw him roar: "baga, Huaxia boy, don't deceive people too much."

Zheng Yuan was a little speechless and said, "how can I deceive people too much? Can I only allow you to attack others and not allow others to attack you?"

I can't help but attack more fiercely.

I just want to attack you so that you don't have the strength to fight back.

"Huaxia boy, don't think that you can defeat me in this way. I'll let you know today that I'm just a poor man."

Miyamoto Ichiro coldly said, and then fight back, trying to pull back the top in ten moves.

However, he was immediately disappointed again.

In the blink of an eye, the 20 moves had passed. Miyamoto Ichiro not only failed to take the initiative, but even made it difficult to push Zheng Yuan back.

Now the rhythm of the attack completely in the hands of Zheng Yuan, he wants to pull back above, is not generally difficult.

He couldn't help scolding again.

"Baga is useless. Curse jiuga."

Zheng Yuan's mouth passed a trace of ridicule, and then launched another round of stormy attack.

Miyamoto Ichiro immediately revealed an inconspicuous empty door.

He also found that he knew that if he held on hard, his situation would become more dangerous.

So, despite his reluctance, he took five steps backward.

Zheng Yuan's momentum is more prosperous, a big drink, attack and up, intend to work hard to overthrow Miyamoto Ichiro.

Miyamoto knows that Zheng Yuan's momentum is like a rainbow. If he goes on like this, he will be defeated.

So he didn't think much about it any more, so he quickly killed the blood devil.When he turned his right hand, he saw a bloody red Oriental sword in his hand.

Holding the knife in both hands, Ichiro Miyamoto's body immediately burst out a terrible murderous spirit.

His whole face changed in an instant.

He has a fierce look and cold eyes, just like a peerless devil.

Zheng Yuan was frightened by his murderous spirit in an instant, and could not help but regress three steps.

"Huaxia boy, I haven't really used the blood devil for 20 years. Let's shake."

There was no emotion in Miyamoto's voice, as if he had just emerged from hell.

If it's someone else, I can't help shaking.

Zheng Yuan thought of hell as a family, so he would not be afraid.

He gave a cool smile: "I feel very honored."

Although he was calm on the surface, he didn't dare to be careless in the dark.

Although he had never seen the real power of blood devil chop.

But from Miyamoto Ichiro's fierce and murderous spirit, we can guess that if he doesn't do it, he will be fierce and terrifying.

Zheng Yuan knew that his momentum had completely fallen below.

If it goes on like this, it will be doomed.

So he no longer hesitated, his right hand clawed, summoned the hand of hell.

I saw his right hand in an instant became extremely dark, and also scattered a black air.

His momentum rose again.

"What's this?"

Miyamoto's eyes flashed a bit of surprise, involuntarily looked at Zheng Yuan's right hand.

It was the first time that he saw that someone could make it into a legendary talon.

That is to say, the momentum of Ichiro Miyamoto weakened by one point.

Zheng wanted this kind of result, waiting for this moment, so he would not be polite. With a big drink, he flew up and attacked Miyamoto Ichiro with one claw.

"Huaxia boy, your arrogant time has come to an end."

Miyamoto clenched the handle with both hands, and then cut a knife at Zheng Yuan.

This knife is as terrible as it can be.

The sword is as powerful as the wind. It's vertical and horizontal. It's sharp to the extreme. It's also full of the power of soul searching and earth shaking. It makes people tremble and lose their fighting spirit in an instant.

If it's someone else, it's time to retreat.

Because they have lost their fighting spirit and confidence, they feel that they will be split in two by all this.

However, Zheng Yuan not only did not retreat for a moment, but went forward bravely.

Because he knows that if he retreats now, he will not be able to escape the attack of Ichiro Miyamoto, but will fall into his attack frenzy.

At that time, if you don't make three moves, you will be killed like a pig.

Zheng Yuan ignored Miyamoto Ichiro's Oriental knife and waved the hand of hell to block it.

There was only a clanging sound.

Miyamoto's Toyo Dao was shaken away in an instant.

Miyamoto's face changed.

He didn't expect that Zheng Yuan's right hand was so tough that he couldn't hurt it with his Oriental sword.

He began to fear his right hand.

He felt a burst of unspeakable depression in his heart: "Damn, what magic skill has this boy practiced, and he can make his right hand so terrible and hard."

However, there is no room for him to think much at the moment.

Because after Zheng Yuan opened his Oriental sword, he took advantage of the situation to attack his chest.

He quickly dodged back, while chopping the Oriental knife tightly, so that Zheng Yuan could not take advantage of it.

However, he still underestimated Zheng Yuan.

See Zheng Yuan's right hand suddenly came a very strange stroke, suddenly penetrated Miyamoto Ichiro's knife net, grasped on his chest.

But listen to a Chi sound, Miyamoto Ichiro chest clothes have been torn.