Eight hundred and twentieth chapters kneeling begging for mercy
"You didn't run away?"
Kuye looked down at Ye Fan and snorted coldly.
Ye Fan was in the eye of the whirlwind, unmoving, the golden-red light on his body getting stronger and stronger, "Old guy, why should I run away?"
"Hahaha... little Ye Fan, should I admire your courage, or laugh at your stupidity?"
Kuye pulled out and stared at Ye Fan panting, with a wild smile on his face.
"The most powerful secret of Qimen Dunjia is 'destruction of gods and demons'! Chinese boy, I want you to see how powerful our island nation's ninjas are!"
"I really want to see it."
When Ye Fan came to Pan Yuyan, the martial power around him became more and more intense, and a huge fist mark condensed above him.
Kuye felt the terrifying aura surging below, and his face became a little ugly, "This move again?!"
It was this move that caused him to suffer a big loss before.
Now, Ye Fan's fist seal is bigger and more powerful than before!
"The eagle eats the gods, there is no god!!!"
Ye Fan smiled coldly, smashed out a huge fist mark, and rushed towards Kuye above.
"Pfft..."
Countless translucent blades of sword energy flew out of the whirling whirlwind, all slashing towards the fist seal.
However, these sword energy cannot break the fist seal, let alone resist the momentum of the dragon head.
When Kuye saw this, his eyes narrowed and he swung the long knife in his hand sideways.
"Kuang... kuang... kuang..."
In an instant, the diameter of the cyclone shrank suddenly, from a width of twenty to thirty meters to more than twice as much in an instant.
The fist mark rushed straight up, but was killed by the whirlwind's mouth, and the momentum suddenly weakened.
"Bang!"
However, the fist seal was too fast and violent, and the entire whirlwind was forcibly pulled up, more than ten meters above the hall, and directly pressed against the Qi Yun layer.
"Crash!"
Dense gaps appeared in the Yunqi layer, and seawater poured in like a basin.
Kuye was shocked and turned pale. He used all his strength to control the whirlwind at all costs.
The contraction of the whirlwind is getting stronger and stronger, and the fist seal is tightly bound to the mouth of the whirlwind. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't break free.
At this time, the fist seal was only five meters away from Kuye, and he could feel the terrifying power contained in this fist seal.
Kuye took a breath of air and continued to use Wu Jin to compress the whirlwind.
"Click... click..."
The whirlwind carrying countless sword energy continued to wear away the fist mark, and the energy of the two canceled each other out, making a harsh sound.
However, the momentum of the fist seal is still terrifying, which shows that Ye Fan is also constantly exerting force.
After a stalemate for more than ten seconds, the huge fist seal was squeezed and completely distorted, and the light was much dimmed, which was incomparable to what it was before.
Kuno burst out laughing when he saw that his fist seal momentum had slowed down and he was crushed to pieces by his own whirlwind.
"Stupid Chinese people, do you really think that your ancient Chinese martial arts moves can be compared with the nindo of our island nation..."
"Old guy, who gave you confidence?"
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan's answering voice was not far away, and the distance would never be more than five meters.
Kuye's expression changed, "Where are you!"
"You can't guess where I am!"
Suddenly, a hole opened in the fragmented fist seal, and a figure flew out from inside.
His two black and red bloody claws overlapped in front of his chest, and his majestic martial power surged crazily.
Then, it was suddenly pulled apart!
"The Eagle Devours the God, Thunder Claws Sky!"
The fusion of the Eagle Devouring God, Thunder Fist Dual Style, Thunder Sky and Thunder Blood Claws, the power of the fist claws is brought into full play!
"Hi la la..."
Ten streaks of blood-colored thunder and lightning intertwined and split apart, and they arrived in front of Kuye in an instant.
"not good!"
Kuye's expression changed completely, from being leisurely and calm at the beginning, to being slightly solemn in the middle of the battle, to now being panicked.
"Break it!!!" Kuye's face was pale, and there was no calmness in his eyes.
He wildly waved the Yaoye Ninja Sword, and the sharp sword energy came out, slashing hard at the ten thunder and blood claws.
However, the distance between the two is too close.
"Tsk!", ten bloody claws intertwined with Kuye.
Kuye's figure suddenly froze, and the whirlwind dozens of meters high disappeared in an instant.
"puff!"
Ten streaks of blood burst out from Kuye's chest.
Ten deep bloody mouths, deep enough to the bone!
At the same time, the enchanting ninja sword in Kuye's hand "dinged" and collapsed into countless iron pieces, falling onto the bluestone slab of the main hall together with his body.
"Plop!"
"ah……"
Kuye let out a painful whine, clutching his chest and struggling on the ground, but he just didn't have the strength to get up.
Not far away, Sugo Ayako's face had lost all color.
The biggest supporter of this operation was defeated by Ye Fan like a torrent.
She even doubted whether Ye Fan had used his true strength!
"How to do how to do?"
Sugo Ayako had the idea of escape.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, a black shadow appeared in front of her.
"Why go in such a hurry?"
Ye Fan smiled coldly, raised his hand and punched her in the lower abdomen.
Suddenly, Suwu Caizi vomited a mouthful of blood, clutching her stomach and bowing on the ground, as if crawling at Ye Fan's feet.
Wu Yang, who was standing next to him, turned around and ran away without caring about saving his employer.
"Tsk!"
A ray of sword energy poured into his body, and before Wu Yang could reach the entrance of the hall, his waist suddenly split into two pieces.
"puff……"
He fell to the ground, lifeless.
The other ninjas were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
However, a monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple.
They frantically attacked the Qi Yun layer outside the hall, but did not open a gap big enough for one person to leave.
The masters who were seven or eight times the limit have all fallen. Where are they left to see enough?
Ye Fan hugged Pan Yuyan and chased him out. He waved the Panlong Sword lightly in his hand, just like chopping melons and vegetables. In less than a minute, he eliminated all the ninjas.
Kuye lay helplessly in the hall, the screams of the ninjas vaguely heard in his ears.
He also wanted to escape, but his sternum was completely shattered. Let alone standing up, even breathing was in excruciating pain.
"Old guy, I wonder if my methods can catch your eye?"
At this time, Ye Fan's voice fell from the sky.
Kuye raised his head with great difficulty and looked up at that damn Chinese!
"You...don't think...you can sit back and relax just because...you defeat me! You have offended...offended the Suwu family, and in the future...you will definitely..."
Kuno was trembling and couldn't even finish a sentence in one breath.
Ye Fan hugged Pan Yuyan and smiled lightly: "So what? All your people are dead, who else knows it's me?"
Kuye's face was ashen, and his eyes revealed deep fear.
He rolled his eyes and hurriedly knelt down, "Ye...Mr. Ye, your magical skills are unparalleled, and a villain is no match for you!"
I also ask Mr. Ye to spare the villain. In the future, no matter the sword or the fire, as long as Mr. Ye says a word, the villain will never have a second thought!"
"Oh?" Ye Fan looked at Ku Ye who was begging for mercy with interest, "If we don't fight to the death, can we still beg for mercy?"
"Can...can!"
Kuye nodded repeatedly, with a pleading expression on his old face.
"Mr. Ye, this villain is willing to pay any price for this miserable life. As long as you ask, any villain will be satisfied!"
Kuye's low voice completely lost the dignity of a warrior. Ye Fan frowned tightly and snorted in disgust.
"You old immortals from the island country, you Nanye Special Ninja Group and the Sugo Family are helping you to do evil. How many innocent dead souls are in your hands? Are you afraid now that you know it?"
Kuye was so frightened that he quickly crawled to Ye Fan's feet and kowtowed vigorously.
"Mr. Ye, I'm wrong. I should not cooperate with the Suwu family. Please give Mr. Ye one last chance. I will atone for my sins and lead the entire Nanye special ninja team to carry the whip pendant for Mr. Ye."
Stirrup, I will not give up even if I die!"
"You want to take refuge in me?" Ye Fan smiled coldly, his tone becoming more and more disdainful.
"Yes, yes, there is still some use for the villain to ask himself. As long as Mr. Ye doesn't dislike it, the villain will definitely be grateful..."
When Kuno said this, his palm suddenly turned upward, revealing a broken blade that shone with cold light.
"Damn Chinese people, die!"
The broken blade was covered with a layer of fierce force, and it stabbed Ye Fan in the chest in the blink of an eye.
Pan Yuyan was shocked and shouted quickly: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
Ye Fan was not prepared at all and allowed the broken blade to penetrate into his chest.
Kuye hit the target with one blow, and immediately gritted his teeth and climbed up, stepped back more than ten meters, and laughed crazily, "Hahaha... Ye Fan, no matter how talented you are, what if you can fight beyond the level!"
Our island ninjas bear the humiliation and bear the burden, and the ultimate goal is to achieve the mission!
Do you think that the proud ninjas of the island country will really take refuge in you lowly Chinese people? Stop wishing!"
"Idiot!" Ye Fan slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Old dog, have you laughed enough?"
"Huh?" Kuno was startled and quickly looked at it.
I saw the broken blade pulled back from Ye Fan's chest, but it didn't bring out a drop of blood.
"How is that possible!" Kuye gasped and turned pale with shock.
Ye Fan sneered.
"Old guy, we have been fighting for so long, haven't you felt it yet? Although my level is not very good, my physical strength is incomparable to even a warrior eight times the limit!
Do you think, in your current situation, that you want to stab me to death with a broken knife? Are you dreaming?"
"you!"
Kuye was so horrified that he bent his knees and tried to kneel down again.
"Stupid islanders, come here!"
Ye Fan shouted in a deep voice, his body suddenly became illusory, and he pulled Ku Ye in front of him.
He clenched his fist tightly and swung it out heavily when Kuye got close.
"Bang!"
"Kakakaka..."
The dull sound of flesh was accompanied by the sound of intensive bone cracking. Kuye's belly was sunken and his whole body was bent, like an expired shrimp.
Kuye spurted out a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards, leaving an embarrassing afterimage of his body in mid-air.
"Death is not a pity!"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, raised his fists, arched his waist, and rushed towards Kuye again.
"The Eagle Devours the God, the ultimate jab!"
Ye Fan punched out, hitting Ku Ye right in the chest.
With a "bang" sound, Ku Ye's Wuyuan was directly penetrated by Ye Fan. Like a cannonball, he broke through the wall from the front hall and flew into the courtyard of the middle hall.
"Rumble..."
The smoke and dust are confusing, and bricks and tiles are flying.
Kuye fell in the ruins, his human form long gone, and there was no visible part of his body.