Those who don’t know thought Ye Fan caught them in a jar.
This arrogance completely subverted the perception of everyone present.
Taro Aoki is also a hero. Even if his younger brother dies, he can resist his sadness and anger, and wait for the Shenzhou police to arrest Ye Fan and kill his heart.
But at this time, Taro Aoki was still so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
Holding your hands tightly, and the veins protrude.
This is not only provoking his authority, but also ignoring the weight of the Aoki family.
He looked at Ye Fan and smiled grimly: "I originally wanted the Shenzhou police to make the decision, but now it seems that there is no need."
“It’s really not necessary.”
"When Saburo Aoki died suddenly, it is not as good as the Zheng family's interests, you will become my enemies completely."
Ye Fan's finger slid over the samurai sword: "For opponents who walk into the darkness, I always kill as much as possible."
Seeing Ye Fan like this, Zheng Siyue felt so angry that her liver hurt.
This is the situation that the upper class should have. Why can a penis show off so much?
"Arrogant!"
Taro Aoki took a step back and shouted: "Do it!"
With a command, more than 60 Yang people rioted in an instant and rushed towards Ye Fan without saying a word.
For them, obeying orders is far more important than the truth.
Zheng Siyue also snatched the gun again. As long as she had the chance, she didn't mind shooting Ye Fan.
"Swoosh--" Before Ye Fan could do it himself, Dugu Shang had already rushed over.
He cleverly avoided the gun pointing at him, but his speed did not decrease and he moved forward quickly.
Single-handedly! Block ten with one.
Ten meters! Five meters! Three meters! Dugu Shang is neither anxious nor slow.
In the last meter, Dugu Shang's figure suddenly changed.
Body blasted.
He was like a long sword that had been endured for many years, unsheathed in the blink of an eye, with an extremely sharp edge and distinct outline.
Dugu Shang arrived almost in a blink of an eye and waved his right hand suddenly.
A black light flashed sharply, and the three Yang Guomen who had slashed their swords down were instantly torn out by the tip of the sword.
"Swoosh!"
Three blood burst out almost at the same time, making the sound of autumn leaves being blown.
The three of them stared wide and fell to the ground with unwilling expressions.
Dugu Shang did not have any turbulence at all. He moved his steps and avoided the six crossbow arrows like a ghost.
The next second, his right hand shook.
Two black-clothed ninjas who were sneaking out from behind fell silently.
Seeing that five companions died suddenly, the rest of the Yang people were furious and swung their samurai swords.
Dugu Shang's expression remained unchanged, and his body suddenly exerted force.
"Swoosh!"
He rushed past an elite Yang Kingdom like a sharp arrow.
The latter's samurai sword fell halfway, and his body instantly shook, and a large stream of blood burst out from his waist.
When he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, the sharp black sword quickly pierced into another person's throat like a poisonous snake.
Before the latter could cover the fatal wound, the black sword penetrated another person's heart.
It's so neat and unreasonable.
After killing several people in a row, Dugu Shang's face remained unchanged. The black sword was sharp and the tip of the sword was like a snake. The two people blocking the road were quickly stabbed.
At this moment, three samurai swords stabbed at the same time, and the light intertwined, blocking Dugu Shang's evasion angle.
But Dugu Shang did not dodge, and the black sword slashed with his backhand.
Three samurai swords swept away instantly.
The next second, they were ejected back strangely.
"Ah--" Three shrill screams sounded! The tiger's mouth and shoulders of the three enemies were bleeding.
Dugu Shang took another step forward and cut the throats of the three of them.
Seeing Dugu Shang so domineering, Zheng Siyue's pretty face looked ugly and gave a wink to a confidant.
A Zheng bodyguard raised his gun and locked Dugu Shang's figure.
"Pu" Ye Fan swept his toes and flew out with a broken knife.
"Swoosh!"
The blade hissed with the air.
Then, the half-cut knife penetrated the chest of the Zheng family's bodyguard who was about to shoot, and flew out with his thin body, and finally fell on the pillar with a bang.
Blood stained the flowers around me.
The latter held the broken knife on his chest, his eyes still had unbelievable fear, and he didn't seem to expect that he would be killed by the other party like this.
Die with your eyes open.
Zheng Siyue and the others' faces changed drastically, but they didn't expect Ye Fan to kill the bodyguard like this.
Ye Fan said lightly: "Don't shoot the black gun, it's best not to even shoot the gun, otherwise you will definitely die."
Zheng Siyue's pretty face was gloomy, she wanted to refute but finally shut up.
Six Zheng's bodyguards holding guns were embarrassed and hung their guns down.
They didn't want to be frightened by Ye Fan like this, but they didn't dare to point the gun at him and Dugu Shang.
"Swish swish swish swish--" At this time, the fierce battle between the two sides had entered a white-hot stage.
When Dugu Shang's arm hurt and had a wound, more than a dozen Yang Kingdom warriors took the opportunity to surround him.
More than ten sharp swords flowed through the lights and the stars flashed.
The murderous aura enveloped Dugu Shang.
Dugu Shang shook his backhand.
A sword light suddenly rose from the ground, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow.
The murderous sword lights in the sky suddenly made a "dangdang" sound, and all the sword lights disappeared.
The only one who still has light is a sword.
More than ten samurai swords were all cut off by Dugu Shang.
Then, Dugu Shang's body spread out, his black clothes fluttered, and the tip of his sword shook out repeatedly.
"Swoosh!"
No one could dodge his throat, his throat was broken, and he didn't even scream and fell to the ground.
Dugu Shang was not ruthless, and the black sword once again showed his murderous intent.
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-four... Dugu Shang, with a look of slaughter, kept rushing into the crowd without any stagnation.
The black sword poured out like a storm.
Less than thirty minutes.
The fight stopped.
Dugu Shang was covered in blood and had more than a dozen wounds on his body.
All sixty-three Yang Kingdom warriors fell to the ground.
No one survived! Zheng Siyue and six Zheng family bodyguards were stunned.
They originally thought that Dugu Shang would be chopped into meat sauce by the Yang people, after all, the Aoki family even brought out ninjas.
But unexpectedly, Dugu Shang had nothing to do, but many people in Yang died.
Taro Aoki was also shocked.
Sixty-three elite soldiers, why can’t even kill Dugu Shang?
Then, he roared at the night sky: "Die, die, you all want to die!"
His fist sank, and with a click, his clothes cracked, and he then grabbed the samurai sword.
"Ye Fan, you all die tonight!"
Dugu Shang looked at Aoki Saburo and took one step forward.
The murderous intent is irritating.
"Swoosh swish swish swish-" Taro Aoki stepped on his feet, and dozens of silver needles shot from the tip of his shoe to Dugu Shang.
Dugu Shang flashed, and the black sword swung, and the silver needle was shot down to the ground.
"Swoosh--" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Taro Aoki moved his footsteps and did not attack Dugu Shang, but went to Canglang.
He wanted to slaughter the living with one knife.
He had called the police and as long as Canglang died, the police arrived, and with Zheng Siyue's testimony, Ye Fan would undoubtedly die.
Otherwise, not only will the companion and brother die in the air tonight, but the relationship between Aoki and the Zheng family will also be in a stalemate.
"The son is not taught--" Just as he waved the knife, Ye Fan shook his head gently and bounced his body.
He looked very thin and could blow down a gust of wind, but when he took action, Taro Aoki could not resist it.
The first palm was slapped, and Taro Aoki's samurai sword was broken halfway.
The second palm was slapped out, and the poisonous needle he shot fell to the ground.
The third palm was slapped out, and Taro Aoki, who was about to silence, was shocked and retreated.
He could end his life in just one second, but he did not dare to take this little risk.
Taro Aoki believed that if he retreated one second later, Ye Fan would definitely slap his head.
When Taro Aoki subconsciously stepped back, Ye Fan took a few steps against him and slapped three palms again.
"Bang bang bang-" He made three moves, and Taro Aoki had already taken eight steps back.
He is the eldest son of the Aoki family and is very skilled, but he still can't escape Ye Fan's hand after retreating.
He had no choice but to block half of the samurai sword.
He only hopes to stop the previous one.
Ye Fan stretched his arm, walked around the samurai sword with his palm, and slapped Taro Aoki's chest.
Zheng Siyue and the others saw Ye Fan being soft and seemed to have not eaten, but Taro Aoki was beaten by him, and blood squirted and fell into the air.
Before Aoki Taro landed, Ye Fan's hand pinched his throat again.
Zheng Siyue pointed at Canglang and shrank back.
Ye Fan looked at Aoki Saburo and said lightly: "You lost."
The three simple words make Taro Aoki unable to express despair.
Before he saw Ye Fan, he tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan's strength and believed that he could fight. Now he realized that Ye Fan could beat him with one hand.
But he still did not bow his head: "I am an envoy of Yang Kingdom and come to Shenzhou. You kill me and try..." Ye Fan smiled: "I will definitely satisfy you."
Zheng Siyue's delicate body trembled and she kept dialing with her cell phone.
"Stop! Stop!"
At this time, an old and majestic voice suddenly rang on the side of the mourning hall.
More than a dozen Yangguo men and women appeared with samurai swords, carrying a pressure different from Aoki Taro.
Then, a white-haired and powerful kimono old man strode forward.
Dugu Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, held the black sword's hand, and tightened three points.
"dad."
"Mr. Aoki."
As soon as the old man in kimono appeared, Taro Aoki and Zheng Siyue spoke together, and the joy of being rescued appeared on his face.
Obviously the old man is Aokido Temple, a silver medal doctor, a poison expert, and a master of Xuan Realm.
Zheng Siyue was still thinking that if Aokido Temple could kill Ye Fan, then things would be perfect tonight.
Aokidoji ignored his son and the others' shouting, but looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes.
He finally saw the enemies of the Aoki family up close and the enemies of the Blood Medical Sect, but he knew that he was furious at this moment.
The son was pinched like a dog by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan greeted the other party's gaze calmly, without any surprise or fear, only a faint indifference.
"Young man, put down Taro Aoki."
"I already know about Aoki Saburo, and I will carefully investigate it."
"If you are really innocent, the Aoki family will no longer seek revenge on you, and the Shenzhou police will not arrest you."
Aokido Temple showed his identity to Ye Fan: "I am Aokido Temple!"
"A word is like a catastrophe!"
"Please give me some face!"
"Let Taro Aoki!"
"face?"
Ye Fan cut off Aoki Taro's neck with a crack: "Sorry, you have no face for me..."