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Wang Yan ignored the pair of brothers in distress, but his eyes tightened slightly, and his ears tilted as if he was listening to something.

After two breaths, his lips moved slightly and said softly, "Here you come!"

Suddenly, a "clang" sound came from the sky, and the friction of the sharp blade coming out of the sheath.

"One-sword flow mystery·Dayanche!"

The black shadow flying over and falling, and the shouting was cold and ruthless, and the sword was drawn, which was a very strong and fierce slash.

The scarlet half-moon sword energy rotated rapidly in the air, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, just like a meteor dragging a red long tail. Before it fell, the powerful impact force had already stirred up a strong wind and pressed towards the ground with great momentum.

The strong wind was centered on Wang Yan and instantly blew the sand and soil under his feet around. Even the oasis vegetation behind him was shaking roaring under the strong wind.

Xiao Huang, the camel closest to him, was almost so scared that he stuffed his head into the sand. He called out a few times, and felt like crying without tears.

I thought to myself, Boss, why are the opponents you provoked more terrifying? With this big move, Ben Xiaohuang's dream of becoming the king of camels will probably be shattered today.

I was very sad, but I had nowhere to say it.

The hot wind blowing towards us, with the power of moving forward, as if there is nothing in this world that it cannot destroy.

Wang Yan was also surprised. He didn't remember when he had provoked such a guy.

What's more, the opponent's sneak attack secretly and suddenly took a big move, which was clearly intended to kill him, and the opponent's murderous aura had locked him in. Even if he wanted to avoid him, it was too late.

Of course, Wang Yan never thought about hiding.

A fire of war ignited in Wang Yan's eyes. With a pinch of his right hand, a rough and heavy war hammer had appeared in his hands.

At the same time, his bones burst out all over his body, his muscles tense, and the power that had been suppressed for a long time burst out in an instant. A layer of hot flames burst out from his body with a "swish" sound.

"Break it for me!"

Wang Yan shouted softly, and as the opponent's fierce spiral slash was about to arrive in front of him, he held the hammer handle tightly with both hands and smashed it in reverse with a more domineering and powerful aura.

"boom!"

The flames and knife energy exploded violently in the air.

The scarlet sword energy exploded into a strong wind, rushing and spreading in all directions. The powerful flames on Wang Yan's war hammer broke through the middle and shot seventeen or eighteen meters into the sky before stopping.

The strong wind swept across the earth, the flying sand and stones were blowing, the flames in the sky were churning, and the flames were rippling.

"Dang thump!"

The person who attacked Wang Yan was a Japanese man wearing a black traditional Japanese armor and a mask of evil ghosts. The moment he fell, he was hit by flames, so he took several steps in a row before he stood firmly.

His whole body was wrapped in a thick and thick armor with black air, which made his already burly figure look even more majestic and terrifying.

Especially the one he wore on his face, the evil ghost mask made of metal was hideous and terrifying, and the strong murderous aura of blood and energy all over his body, even if he really said that he was a Shura evil ghost from hell, no one would doubt it.

"The Japanese black warrior, Ito Yokoichi!"

Alison, the poison ivy girl next to her, looked tight, her face turned pale, and she slowly spit out a name.

"Do you know that guy?" The demon snake banshee Lyanna raised her eyes and looked at Alison in confusion.

Alison has always been cheerful, but now his expression has become so ugly, which makes Leanna feel surprised.

"Of course I know. Before joining the Banshee Alliance, I had fought with him on the way to Poland." She looked at the Japanese warrior with a strong sense of hatred. She subconsciously touched her left arm and said in anger, "I was cut off an arm by him. If it weren't for my plant constitution, I'm afraid I'm already a useless person now."

"Hiss! He is so strong!" Leanna took a breath and looked at Ito Yokoichi again, her eyes full of shock and anger. It seemed that Wang Yan was in trouble.

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"This man is so cruel!"

In the stands of the Youth Conference, the audience watching the live broadcast burst out with strong condemnation.

"Xiao Ai is so cute and once so pitiful, how could that guy do it!"

Some viewers who initially expected to see Wang Yan make a fool of themselves began to support Wang Yan one-sidedly.

"The Son of Fire is going to avenge our little Ai!"

"Son of Flame must not be lenient, beat him to death!"

The scene became noisy, but soon, a clear sound penetrated in.

"Ito Yokoichi, according to legend, he is the son of a Japanese criminal group leader. Because he is an illegitimate child, his father doesn't remember when he slept with his mother at all. He even thought he was looking for excuses to get close to him and get benefits, so he asked his subordinates to beat him up and throw him on the street."

Host Sean coughed softly, stepped on the flying skateboard, and introduced the audience in a very rendered tone.

"Yoshi Ito was cowardly all his life, but he wanted to be recognized by his father. Even though he was beaten up, he still refused to leave and cried and begged to become his father's subordinate. Therefore, he became the lowest gangster, after a long gang fight, and became a disciple of Beichen Yidao, and began to learn the traditional ancient Bushido spirit and swordsmanship, in order to gain his father's recognition."

"With his unremitting efforts, he finally inspired the fighting spirit and learned a sword flow, but his father, who was growing stronger, was assassinated. Heartbroken, he wore a mask and armor to cover up his cowardice, and took a samurai sword named Kamakura to chase relevant personnel all over the world. During this period, he even bought gene enhancement potions provided by FBG and conducted human enhancement experiments in order to make himself faster and stronger."

"Everything he did was to become stronger, and he committed many major cases for this. It was not until he was absorbed into the Japanese superpower organization that it was left alone."

With the promotion of host Sean, the audience was silent. They did not expect that such a ruthless person would have so many stories behind it.

Thinking about myself, even though I have superpowers, I mostly don’t want to make progress. A bad guy can work so hard. I feel a little ashamed of these superpowers with superior conditions.

Under Sean's series of renderings, the showdown between Ito Yokoichi and the son of Flame Wang Yan began to be full of suspense and whet the audience's appetite.

Of course, it all happened in a short period of time.

In front of the oasis, Yokochi Ito, who attracted a lot of popularity, was wearing mighty black armor and was imposing.

But under the mask that people cannot see, it is a different scene.

Sweat on his forehead slid down coldly, looking at Wang Yan's eyes. Although he was calm, his heart was already surging.

A killer move that he had just accumulated for a long time was domineering and fierce. Even if there was a mountain made of reinforced concrete in front of him, he would have the confidence to smash it.

Under the head-on impact, so far, no psychic person of the same level dares to take it head-on.

However, Wang Yan, known as the Son of Fire, not only blasted his killer moves head-on, but also attacked him with the remaining impact.

What kind of power is this? It's so fierce!

Yokoichi Ito thought silently in his heart, no wonder many leaders in the Japanese Super Self-Defense Force demanded priority to eliminate him, and even kill him directly.

Such an enemy must not be allowed to stay in the world.

"Where did the boy come from? Are we very familiar?" Wang Yan stroked the rough-shaped warhammer in his hand, and stared at the other party casually, "Your primary school teacher has never taught you. Do you have to say hello first when you meet someone?"

"Hehe, we can't be familiar with each other."

Before Ito Yokog's answer was met, a middle-aged male voice, who was hoarse and thick as a bell, came from the sky.

Before he finished speaking, two magnificent figures fell rapidly from the sky, standing on the left and right sides of Ito Heng.

The red figure is a young woman in a slim figure and wearing a purple and black ninja suit.

Although she was wearing a veil at this time, Wang Yan still recognized her at first glance from her fierce murderous aura and cold and focused eyes.

The person who came was the young leader of the Yin-Yang Sect in Japan, An Pei-Sect Xiu's personal bodyguard, and the special-class Shangren Huamu-Ying.

When she appeared, the temperature around her seemed to become colder. Even the two banshees in the deep oasis tightened their eyes, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The other figure fell down was a Tantric monk wearing a hat, a magic stick, a purple monk robe, and a light golden breath all over his body.

He was the one who just made a sound.

He looked middle-aged, with a strong aura all over his body, and when he appeared, he brought a strong sense of oppression to the surroundings. Especially in his eyes, there was a glimmer of glimmers, which did not have the sense of humility that monks should have. Instead, he was more like a villain who practiced evil magic.

Wang Yan's eyes also shifted from Hua Muying to him.

Just one glance, my eyes couldn't help but tighten a little, and I immediately thought of another person in my mind.

The purple-clothed monk Zheng and Monk Hongzheng, who had almost killed his life in the ruins of the Buddhist Kingdom in Shu!

The opponent's fierce and domineering attack at that time has still made him feel scared. Could it be that the person who appeared at this time was the purple monk Zheng, Hongzheng's junior brother, and Monk Hongyin who went to Gongga Temple with the Japanese red monk Zheng?

But the momentum and pressure displayed by the Hong Seal in front of him were even stronger than Hong Zheng at the time, and it was always full of oppression. How could his strength grow so fast? Did he use some secret technique to force his strength?

Wang Yan's eyes swept across the three top Japanese powerhouses in front of him. A bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Haha, Wang Yan, the son of flame, we would never have met again so soon." Monk Hongyin sneered. He raised his head slightly, looked at Wang Yan's eyes under the hat, and a cruel light flashed out, "I can't wait to send you to see my senior brother."
Chapter completed!