"Ah!" Miyamoto took Jiang Guangrong's sword straight to the neck and couldn't help screaming. He even felt like he was falling headfirst, his whole brain going blank, his eyes seemingly going temporarily blind. Miyamoto staggered back a few steps. Because he didn't know Jiang Guangrong's condition, Miyamoto was very worried there were still traces of Jiang Guangrong fighting and attacking him.
Miyamoto Shigeru gripped his sword in his right hand and waved it in front of him. He wanted to drive back the Jiang Guangrong who was pretending to be from China and Da Xian.
Miyamoto didn't even retreat a few steps before he was barely holding on, right knee on the ground, his whole body leaning on his left thigh, his right hand still desperately flailing in front of him.
