Sure enough, he saw a figure flying in the wind, and with the lights on both sides of the straits, he vaguely knew who this person was.

Soon, the figure that flew in the wind fell down on the deck.

Moore, who was strapped to the flagpole, was painful and desperate, when he saw someone coming to the deck, he immediately became excited and asked, "Master, are you my uncle who sent someone to save me? If so, please

You almost kill them and save me. I'm in so much pain. They beat me and scold me. They don't give me food. I'm hungry. Woo woo woo woo woo..."

Moore cried like a child.

At the same time, I was also very excited.

After waiting for him, I finally hoped that someone would come to save him!

Although he has never seen anyone, he is definitely a native of Longguo from his skin color.

So he concluded that this man was definitely very strong, even stronger than his uncle. It was his uncle who shouted to deal with the Saber and also to save him.

As a result, he was happy, Fang Shihong spoke: "I don't know your uncle, and I'm not here to save you."

"What!"

Moore was shocked!

"You were not sent by my uncle to save me? How is this possible?"

"Shut up!" Ye Meiling shouted at Moore, then looked at Fang Shihong and asked, "Who are you? Why are you running on the deck? You're not going to die?"

Fang Shihong laughed and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Miyamotohara and said with a smile: "Miyamotohara, we're meeting again."

"When I became famous, you suddenly came from Japan and defeated me, and snatched my limelight away by you all at once. It can be said that I lost all my face."

"I have been practicing hard all these years just to defeat you one day and regain the face I lost back then."

"I know, you are waiting for Xiao Zhan, a warrior from the Dragon Kingdom, to come to fight you. I don't know how powerful that Xiao Zhan is, but I think the time is almost over and he hasn't come yet. I guess he dare not come to fight you.

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"I think you must be very annoyed when you wait for so long, so I came here. You won't mind changing your opponent to me and letting me fight you here, right?"

"Hahaha!" Dao Sheng stood up with a smile and said lightly: "Fang Shihong, you are so itchy. I didn't go to fight you one-on-one, but you dare to come to me on your own initiative. I really think you have been practicing hard for ten years.

Can you beat me?"

"You are too naive. Not to mention ten years, even a hundred years, you are no match for me. If I defeat you, I only need one move. If I kill you, two moves will be enough."

As soon as he said this, Fang Shihong's face turned dark.

Damn, this is simply an insult to me!

Fang Shihong was particularly upset and snorted: "Miyamotohara, you don't know how much hard work I have put in over the years and how much my cultivation has improved. You underestimated me too much. Today I must defeat you and let you know,

You are a defeated man in front of us, Fang Shihong!”

After the words came, Fang Shihong jumped to a height of dozens of meters. He condensed a three-meter-long light knife with his hand. The light of the light knife shone a golden ray of light.

"My God! This is a master!"

"What a scary knife. The sword saint won't be hacked to death by him, right?"

"This is a master, an absolute master!"

"I heard that he is not Xiao Zhan, a warrior from the Dragon Kingdom, but Fang Shihong, the number one master in Canada. I think Fang Shihong is famous and more reliable than Xiao Zhan. His decisive battle with the sword saint must be more interesting!"

The crowds of onlookers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait screamed in shock.

"Hahaha!"

Fang Shaocong laughed and said, "Little Japanese, look at my grandfather, how to defeat you Saint Saint, and trample your Saint Saint under your feet, haha!"

It was then.
Chapter completed!