Fang Shihong dared not accept this reality.

He practiced hard for ten years and his strength increased to the middle stage of the divine realm. He felt that it was more than enough to defeat Miyamotohara, but he did not expect that Miyamotohara would chop him without moving, and he could not even cut off a single hair, but he was shocked.

This gap is too big!

It made him doubt his life! It made him dare not accept this reality!

He didn't believe in this evil, and when he saw Miyamotohara hit him with his fist, he suddenly stopped in the air, dispersed the light knife, and punched him up.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

"ah!!!"

Fang Shihong was hit by a beast, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with broken strings. He couldn't stop it, and he felt that his whole hand was useless.

"grandfather!!!"

Fang Shaoqing and Fang Shaocong were screaming out in horror.

"Hahaha!!!"

The Japanese martial arts enthusiasts around them were all laughing, and their faces were red.

"Your grandpa is too trash!"

"Just like your grandfather, in front of our Knife, like a three-year-old child, where did you get the courage you just now, dare to show off in front of us, saying that your grandfather is awesome?"

"Shabi, your grandfather was fucked away by our sword saint. Can you still laugh and dare to show off with us?"

Hearing the sarcasm like a tide, Fang Shaocong wished he could dig a hole in the ground and hide in it.

It's so shameful!

Why is grandpa so unsatisfactory? It’s so delicious!

At this time.

With a swish.

The Saint Saint pulled out the samurai sword, and a cold light flashed like a thunder shadow in the night sky.

Then, I saw the sword saint rushing towards Fang Shihong with his knife.

"Grandpa! Dodge it quickly!!!"

Fang Shaoqing and Fang Shaocong shouted at the top of their voices, and their hearts were about to explode. If this knife continues, can grandpa survive?

"Ha ha!"

It was Japan's martial arts enthusiasts' turn to laugh.

"Shabi, open your eyes wide and see how we Knife Saint cut off your trash grandpa!"

At this moment, the sword saint was approaching Fang Shihong, and the samurai sword was also raised high by him.

"It's over! This time it's over!"

Fang Shihong was extremely desperate. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop at all. He knew very well that Miyamotohara would definitely die after the sword!

It was soon after that, and the moment Miyamotohara arrived and slashed down.

Rumble!!!

A fist shadow suddenly flew from behind Fang Shihong and smashed towards Miyamotohara.

"who?"

Miyamotohara shouted, subconsciously slashing the shadow of the fist.

Next second!

A figure suddenly appeared in void, and gently slapped Fang Shihong behind him, and Fang Shihong stopped.

Then, Fang Shihong and Miyamotohara's eyes, as well as the eyes of all the onlookers, gathered on this uninvited guest.

"This man seems to be wearing a mask. Who is he? Is Xiao Zhan, a warrior from the Dragon Kingdom?"

At this moment, many people asked such questions.

Miyamotohara asked, "Are you here?"
Chapter completed!