Seeing Miyamoto Tajima Shou approaching, Murong Sanqian and his disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall hurriedly retreated a few meters.
The almond-eyed woman kept shouting: "Come here, come here, protect Elder Murong!"
"Ye Fan, you are really harmful to others. You have killed yourself, killed us, and killed the martial alliance."
The almond-eyed woman did not dare to yell at Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, so she could only vent her resentment on Mark.
Murong Sanqian's face was as dark as water: "Ye Fan, no matter whether you can survive today or not, I will put you, a black sheep, into a water prison."
There are so many soft persimmons in the world, but to provoke a demon like Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru is simply harming others and yourself.
Ye Fan ignored them and just looked at Miyamoto who walked calmly.
He found that this old guy was really not easy to mess with.
However, he was not afraid and started to warm up by running the "Tai Chi Sutra", ready for a battle at any time.
"Why don't you send someone to protect us?"
Murong Sanqian yelled at Wang Dongshan: "Do you want to kill us?"
Wang Dongshan glanced at Ye Fan and made a gesture after receiving confirmation.
"Protect President Ye."
Thirty-six martial arts disciples came over and protected Ye Fan with shields.
Then, thirty-six three-edged spears poked out from behind the shield.
Twenty-four martial arts elites also flashed on both sides, each holding a sword and holding a sword, blocking Ye Fan and Wang Dongshan's protection.
"Do you think you can stop me like this?"
At this time, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, who was walking along the way, suddenly burst into laughter: "Ye Fan, you are too childish, the pattern is too small."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly moved.
If it doesn't move like a mountain, if it moves, the waves will be violent, and the earth will tremble and the mountains will shake.
When Murong Sanqian's eyelids twitched, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru suddenly raised his right foot, and then stepped out towards the floor.
"Bang" with a huge cracking sound, the blue brick floor was cracked by Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's foot, and spider web-like cracks spread instantly.
A full five or six square meters of ground was trampled into countless stones.
"boom!"
The next second, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's left foot stomped on the ground.
Then, all the countless pieces of gravel bounced up with a loud bang.
"break!"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru roared angrily and pushed hard with both hands.
Countless stones suddenly dispersed and shot towards Ye Fan crazily.
"careful!"
When Ye Fan threw Wang Dongshan down, countless pieces of gravel hit him like cannonballs.
"Ploppap!"
Amidst the dull sound, the bodies of dozens of disciples from the Martial Alliance were violently shaken, and each one of them fell to the ground in a circle, spurting blood with their swords attached.
Then, the shield in front of Ye Fan also collapsed, and those holding the shield also fell out, and screams came one after another.
Even a dozen martial arts experts kept retreating under the impact of gravel, and then fell to the ground and spurted out blood.
Too powerful, too powerful.
Wang Dongshan and the others looked at this scene in shock.
Although they are also martial arts practitioners, they have never seen such powerful skills. They can knock down a large number of people without mercy with just one move.
This kind of lethality is comparable to the controlled Miao Fenglang.
"How dare people like ants block my way?"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru smiled indifferently, put his hands behind his back and continued to move forward, his eyes always firmly locked on Ye Fan, as if not giving him a chance to run away.
Ye Fan ignored it and let the "Tai Chi Sutra" mobilize his whole body.
Wang Dongshan's eyelids jumped, and then he clenched his fist.
He wants to order a fight to the death.
"Ye Fan, I warned you and let Ling Qianshui go, but you didn't listen."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's voice was cold: "As a result, you saw the end of the annihilation of the entire clan."
Huang Sanzhong shouted: "Miyamoto, didn't you say the decisive battle will take place in seven days?
Why did they attack us so quickly?"
Shen Dongxing followed the nonsense: "Yes, yes, the date has been set, it's so shameless for you to come out of the blue."
"If you look like this, no one will believe your declaration of war in the future."
He wanted to frighten the opponent: "Use a letter of challenge to paralyze the opponent, and then make a surprise attack in advance. Tsk, tsk, despicable and shameless. How do you explain it to all parties in martial arts?"
"Huh, I've been doing what I do all my life, why do I need to explain to the world..." "Whoosh -" midway through the words, Miyamoto's arrogant expression suddenly changed, and he turned sideways for the first time.
At almost the same moment, a black sword suddenly slashed down from Miyamoto's head.
This sword appeared without any warning! And it was fast and urgent! A sword shot from the sky.
In order to protect Ye Fan, Dugu Shang directly used a unique trick.
Moreover, at this moment, he released all his sword intent! This sword was very sudden and terrifying! The coaxing Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru not only turned sideways, but also took a step back, and then used his hands to sleeve One wave.
The sword fell! "Boom!"
There was a loud noise and the sleeve was shattered.
Immediately afterwards, a black sword came in front of Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru.
The momentum is like a rainbow going straight to the throat.
Miyamoto Taimashou stretched out his right hand forward, and this palm blocked Dugu Shang's sword.
Dugu Shang suddenly shouted angrily, "Broken!"
As this voice came out, he held the sword in both hands and swung it forward.
Miyamoto Tajimamomo's eyelids twitched, he retracted his right hand, and at the same time, he struck the sword with his left hand.
"boom!"
With one punch, the black sword retreated, and the man fell away! Dugu Shang fell more than ten meters away, but before he could stop, Miyamoto Taimamomo shot at him again.
Then, he punched Dugu Shang in the abdomen.
Xue Ruyi and the others' expressions changed dramatically, and they all knew that if they were hit by this blow, Dugu Shang would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
"Bang——" Just when everyone was exclaiming, a hand blocked it at the right time.
He held the fist in his palm.
"Crack!"
There was another muffled sound, fists and palms collided, and air flow flew.
In the dust that filled the sky, Miyamoto Tajima took two steps back, while Ye Fan fell seven or eight meters while holding Dugu Shang.
The corners of Miyamoto Tajimamomo's lips were twitching. He looked at the sword marks on his sleeves and the redness and swelling on the joints of his fists. His disdainful eyes became solemn again.
"Let me do it."
Ye Fan put down Dugu Shang and shook his right hand repeatedly, dispelling Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's brute force and taking the opportunity to suppress the blood in his throat.
Then, he moved his steps and stood in front.
Then, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed a long gun.
The next moment, Ye Fan rushed forward, his spear was like a dragon coming out of the sea, and he stabbed Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru.
He didn't use Yingfeng Liubu to maneuver around slowly. There were too many martial alliance disciples around him. If he didn't confront them head-on, they would be affected and unlucky.
Facing Ye Fan's thunderous blow, Miyamoto Taimamo didn't have any emotional ups and downs and still stepped forward unhurriedly.
"Too weak."
When Ye Fan rushed to a distance of three meters, he waved his left hand casually.
In an instant, shadows of flowing clouds appeared around Ye Fan.
These silhouettes instantly overwhelmed the spear.
Indirectly, a sword-like silhouette shot out from Miyamoto's right hand.
"boom!"
The long sleeves hit the spear, and countless flowing shadows exploded.
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru stood there, calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.
But Ye Fan stepped back seven or eight meters, his blood boiling and his face pale.
