Chapter 665 Miyamoto Soyan’s Kendo

The second and third games were also not for China. After the organizers frequently repaired the arena, the fourth game, Leng Mingming's game, was about to begin.

Seeing Leng Mingming stand up and leave, Ye Ye didn't say anything but encouraged him with his eyes.

Miyamoto Soyan of Sakura Country was very powerful, and Ye Ye didn't dare to say that Leng Mingming could win.

And it's a cold weapon duel.

One inch long, one inch strong.

An inch short, an inch dangerous.

Swords have a great advantage over daggers.

Especially when the strength is similar or even slightly weaker, Miyamoto Muneyan, a master of swordsmanship, will take advantage of this to the extreme.

The players from both sides came on the stage, Leng Mingming stood in his own position with a cold face.

And Miyamoto Muneyan, wearing a white and blue national team uniform, with a simple-looking and extremely ordinary Sakura National Sword hanging around his waist.

Her long hair was tied back into a bun, and there was a hint of arrogance on her young face. Looking at Leng Mingming opposite, the corners of her mouth were even raised.

"Yo Xi, I've heard for a long time that Miss Leng Mingming is naturally beautiful. When I saw her today, it turned out to be true."

What is surprising is that Miyamoto Soyan is also fluent in Mandarin, but Leng Mingming does not show any strange look.

According to the information, Miyamoto Soken was taught by Ichiro Matsumoto, the kendo master of the Sakura Kingdom and the emperor-level beast master, who died in the capital.

Ichiro Matsumoto, as the emperor-level beastmaster who is mainly engaged in foreign affairs with China, Miyamoto Soyan has been very familiar with Chinese culture since childhood, and even served as an exchange student at the nearby Demon City Beastmaster Academy for half a year.

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. If possible, he should be interested in talking to you."

Leng Mingming pointed his finger at Ye Ye in the audience. Ye Ye, who was listening to the conversation between the two, was stunned. What does it have to do with me? ?

Miyamoto Zongyan looked in the direction Leng Mingming was pointing, and saw Ye Ye who looked stunned, and his face instantly darkened.

He is not stupid, and Sakura Country is not stupid either. In the subsequent investigation, Matsumoto Ichiro's death was inseparable from Ye Ye.

Mr. Li, who was supposed to support Qingshan Lingxu, unexpectedly appeared at the Hua Kingdom Beast Control Academy, which puzzled the Sakura Kingdom.

Could it be that China would rather abandon so many outstanding seedlings than kill Ichiro Matsumoto?

But later I learned that the crisis in Qingshan Lingxu was solved by Ye Ye alone!

"If there is a chance, when I defeat you, I will make him pay with blood."

Miyamoto Zongyan retracted his frivolous look, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Leng Mingming opposite.

A teacher is like a father, and in his heart, he has already regarded Ichiro Matsumoto as his father.

As for the enemy who indirectly participated in the killing of his "father", Miyamoto Zongyan was filled with anger.

Seeing the trash talk session between both sides end, the referee nodded.

"Game start!"

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a sonic boom sounded from the field, and Leng Mingming took the lead and rushed towards Miyamoto Soyan at high speed.

But Miyamoto Zongyan did not panic at all, and slashed forward with his sword.

"Ding!"

A loud sound of metal collision was heard again. Leng Mingming was not discouraged when he missed the blow. The dagger played out between his hands, and the icy cold light from all angles instantly hit Miyamoto Soyan.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

Ye Ye kept saying shit, Leng Mingming's speed was too fast, and Ye Ye could only see the afterimage.

The audience also watched in disbelief the offensive and defensive battle between Leng Mingming and Miyamoto Soyan.

"Is this still a beast master? Is this still a human being?"

"Miyamoto Muneyan can't do it either! He was at a disadvantage when he came up!"

In the official live broadcast room, Ye Qing looked at Leng Mingming's vigorous figure with excitement, while Liu Baobao frowned.

"Player Leng Mingming showed unparalleled suppression when he came up! Miyamoto Muneyan could only defend passively!"

"Do not."

Liu Baobao suddenly spoke up.

"It's not that he is passively defending, it's that he hasn't used the contract spirit yet."

Liu Baobao's eyes were vicious, and he could tell at a glance that Miyamoto Muneyan, who was passively defensive and even a little embarrassed after being beaten, did not use the contract spirit or possession skills at all.

In other words, Miyamoto Soen completely used the basic physique of a platinum-level beast master and his miraculous swordsmanship to block the attack from Leng Mingming.

Sure enough, blue light flashed from Leng Mingming's body, and a white sword light like a crescent moon went straight towards Miyamoto Zongyan. Seeing the situation, Miyamoto Zongyan stopped all his movements.

"Oh, I'm still a little unwilling. I didn't expect that without using the contract spirit, I wouldn't have the power to fight back at all?"

Leng Mingming's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard Miyamoto Soyan's words.

Not using the contract spirit? What's the meaning?

But the next moment, Leng Mingming knew what Miyamoto Soyan was talking about.

In an instant, Miyamoto Muneyan threw away the extremely simple-looking Sakura National Sword in his hand, held it in the air, and a pink cherry blossom suddenly appeared.

Then two, four, eight, a hundred, ten thousand... until countless cherry blossoms appeared on the field.

Sakura wrapped Miyamoto Zongyan tightly, and Leng Mingming's attack was blocked by Sakura, making a violent noise, but Sakura was not broken.

The next moment, countless cherry blossoms floated away, revealing Miyamoto Soen inside.

Miyamoto Soyan opened his right hand to his side, countless cherry blossoms floated over, and a pink-white light suddenly appeared. Finally, the cherry blossoms condensed into a sword in Miyamoto Soyan's hand that exuded a cold aura. The workmanship was exquisite and there was no knife. Tan's long sword.

"The warm-up is over, the game is about to begin~"

A smile appeared on Miyamoto Soyan's face, and he slashed downwards with the sword in his right hand.

A silky-thin light flashed past, and a hundred-meter sword mark was instantly cut out of the ring on his right, and the hard ring was cut neatly like tender tofu.

There was an uproar.