Chapter 621 [Go to the northeast, kill the devil! 】 Sixteen
Chapter 621 [Go to the Northeast and kill the Japanese!] Sixteen
"How do you want to die??"
In the originally quiet martial arts hall, Chen Fan's words exploded like huge thunder, with a loud force that shook the sky.
Chen Fan's domineering words rang in his ears, and Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's eyes were like being pierced by a big knife like a candied haws on a string. Most of the Japanese warriors instinctively held their breath, with deep fear in their eyes.
The Chinese warriors, including Yu Wenhu, were all stunned, as if they did not expect that Chen Fan could be so powerful.
There is only one exception.
Dragon Girl.
Dragon Girl, who entered the martial arts hall silently, did not stand with Yu Wenhu and others, but stood at the door of the martial arts hall, quietly watching Chen Fan save Yu Wenhu, kowtow to Zhang Jingxian, and finally kill Chao Yuanchuang.
Victory, there was no trace of surprise in the whole process.
Not at all!
Because...she understands Chen Fan's strength better than anyone present!
The ones who were slightly less shocked were Nalan Yongke and Jia Pingan.
The two of them witnessed Shadow's terrifying strength last time, but... they didn't know how Chen Fan killed Shadow.
At this time, seeing the previously arrogant Chaoyuan Chuangsheng turned into a cold corpse, everyone had a clear understanding of Chen Fan's strength.
Time seemed to have stood still again.
Faced with Chen Fan's domineering words, neither Mu Yi, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's eldest disciple, nor several Japanese martial arts masters, including Aikido master Miyamoto, spoke. They seemed to have not started yet.
He came back to his senses in extreme shock.
"Whoosh!"
Seeing that no one answered, Chen Fan flicked his wrist, swung his sword, and the blood-stained body of Chaoyuan Chuangsheng hit Mu Yi who was closest to the ring like a cannonball.
Bang!
As if in just an instant, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's body arrived in front of Mu Yi, and before Mu Yi could make any dodge, it hit Mu Yi hard in the face.
Click!
This time, Chen Fan used all his strength, and the force was extremely terrifying. With one blow, he directly broke the bridge of Mu Yi's nose and knocked Mu Yi's entire body to the ground.
Hot blood suddenly gushed out from Mu Yi's nose. Mu Yi came to his senses and did not bother to wipe the blood on his face. He did not hug Yuan Chuang Sheng's body and howl in his arms, but stared at him with resentful eyes.
Looking at Chen Fan who was striding forward, he shouted hoarsely: "Let's go together and kill him!"
Come together?
Kill him??
After hearing Mu Yi's words, those weak young warriors all turned pale and did not dare to take action.
It seems... they feel that to Chen Fan, their strength is just scum with a combat power of only 5, and they will only die if they go up!
Those young martial arts practitioners did not dare, but several Japanese martial arts masters, including the head of Aikido Miyamoto, had solemn expressions on their faces.
Chen Fan not only rescued Yu Wenhu, but also cut off the magical weapon Budu Yuhun in the Japanese martial arts world, and even killed Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, the Japanese martial arts god. This was enough to make them hate Chen Fan deeply and wish they could
Peel off Chen Fan’s skin and drink Chen Fan’s blood!
But... the terrifying strength that Chen Fan showed before cast a shadow on their hearts, making them dare not act rashly.
"Master Miyamoto, we must kill that bastard together, otherwise, today, all of us will die here!" Although Mu Yi was extremely angry, he did not dare to stupidly rush up to fight Chen Fan alone, but rushed to
roared Miyamoto.
Because... after Chaoyuan Sosheng's death, Miyamoto, the master of Aikido, was the strongest and most prestigious among all Japanese warriors!
"A knife cuts and a person dies! I guarantee that today, all of you will be cut like this!"
After receiving Mu Yi's reminder, Miyamoto's ears instinctively echoed the harsh words Chen Fan dropped when he first entered the ring.
This made him frown even more tightly.
Then——
Seeing Chen Fan walking to the edge of the ring carrying the ancestral sword of the Yu family that does not stain blood, Miyamoto took a step forward with a solemn expression: "We have agreed to compete in five games. Now that the five games have ended, what do you want to do?"
"End?" Chen Fan looked at Miyamoto and said coldly: "Is it possible?"
Is it possible?
impossible!
The answer came to Miyamoto's heart, and a flash of anger suddenly flashed across his face, and more of it was fear.
Next to him, Mu Yi, whose face was covered with blood, shouted: "Master Miyamoto, let's go together. I don't believe that there are so many of us who can't defeat him!"
After the words fell, Mu Yi stared at Chen Fan with red eyes, his eyes filled with hatred to the extreme.
"Chinese people, don't force us!"
After hearing what Mu Yi said, Miyamoto gritted his teeth and made a decision, planning to fight to the death.
"I'm not forcing you, I just want to keep your heads here." Chen Fan slowly spoke, jumped up, and jumped directly from the ring.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
…
Seeing Chen Fan jump off the ring, many *** warriors retreated one after another, as if hiding from evil spirits, wishing they had two more legs.
Miyamoto and Mu Yi did not retreat!
They all knew that if they retreated, no one among the frightened Japanese warriors would listen to them.
"Everyone listen, this man not only destroyed the artifact Budou Yuhun, but also killed Master Chaoyuan. He is the common enemy of our Japanese martial arts community!" Miyamoto Qiyun Dantian roared: "Today's battle
, either he dies, or we die!!"
With Miyamoto's words ringing in their ears, Mu Yi and the martial arts masters made up their minds to fight to the death, while the young Japanese warriors were a little hesitant. While hesitating, they couldn't help but turn their attention to what Yu Wenhu represented.
Chinese warrior camp.
In their opinion, they can fight in groups, but Chinese warriors can't?
Sure enough, as they watched, Yu Wenhu sat up against Yu Xuan and shouted with all his strength: "Hey! Guys, the little devils are going to fight in a group. The men in charge are the ones who are in charge. Go over and help Xiaofan!"
As soon as Yu Wenhu said these words, those Chinese warriors who were excited because of Chen Fan's appearance set off without saying a word, preparing to rush towards the place where the Japanese warriors were.
Chen Fan was about to take action when he heard Yu Wenhu's words behind him and turned around and said: "Grandpa Yu, Xiaofan alone is enough!"
Xiaofan alone is enough!!
Hearing Chen Fan's words, those Chinese warriors couldn't help but pause.
Master Hollow, who had not taken any action, changed his expression and shouted: "Be careful!"
"Whoosh!"
At the same time that Master Hollow spoke, Mu Yi, whose nose was broken, took advantage of the moment Chen Fan turned his head and ran towards Chen Fan quickly. The sword in his hand was pointed directly at Chen Fan with murderous intent.
"Go to hell!!"
Seeing that he was about to approach Chen Fan, Mu Yi roared and slashed with his sword.
"Whoosh!"
Without turning around, Chen Fan just slashed with his backhand!
There is no skill at all with this knife.
strength!
In addition to power, there is still power!!
Keng!!
There was a crisp sound, and the sword in Mu Yi's hand was immediately cut into two pieces.
The sword was broken, but the power of the sword did not decrease at all, and it struck Mu Yi hard on the head!
Poof!!
Just like cutting a watermelon, the sharp knife directly split Mu Yi's head, and then the knife went down along the neck, chest, and stomach, directly splitting Mu Yi into two pieces!
The sword is broken and the man dies!
With one strike, Mu Yi was chopped off, and hot blood mixed with brain matter spurted out, spraying directly on some of the surrounding Japanese warriors. Several of the weak and timid Japanese warriors turned pale with fear.
He just sat down on the ground.
On the opposite stage, the Chinese warriors who rushed out saw Chen Fan being so fierce and hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to take action.
"You don't need to do anything, Chen Fan alone is enough." At this time, Long Nu, who had been standing at the door of the martial arts hall, walked behind Yu Wenhu and others at some point and spoke slowly.
Dragon Girl's words made those Chinese warriors turn around instinctively, and then... before they could reply, on the opposite side, Miyamoto suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted: "Come together and fight with him!"
After the words fell, Miyamoto was about to take the lead, but he felt that his whole body was enveloped by a murderous intention, and his heart was beating wildly.
Whoosh!
The sudden change made Miyamoto's face change wildly, and then he vaguely saw a figure roaring towards him.
It's Chen Fan!
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
As if in just an instant, Chen Fan came to Miyamoto. The big knife in his hand came down from top to bottom, with the smell of death, and struck Miyamoto's head hard!
Miyamoto had already seen Chen Fan's terror and did not dare to resist. Instead, he pulled a disciple behind him to be his scapegoat.
Poof!
With one blow, the disciple in front of Miyamoto was killed, and Miyamoto took the opportunity to retreat violently!
Originally, after Miyamoto shouted those words, several Japanese martial arts masters, including the head of Hokkaido, prepared to deal with Chen Fan with Miyamoto. At this time, they saw that Miyamoto used his disciple as a scapegoat and ran for his life.
The thoughts in the hearts of several *** martial arts masters were directly shaken.
Their thoughts of resistance wavered, but Chen Fan's thoughts of massacre did not waver!
"Want to run, dream!"
Killing one of Miyamoto's disciples with one sword, Chen Fan saw Miyamoto retreat violently, shouted coldly, took a step forward, like a ghost, quickly approached Miyamoto, and stabbed him hard with the big knife in his hand!
Miyamoto's face changed wildly, and his body suddenly turned to one side!
"Hoo! Hoo!"
The tip of the knife grazed the tip of Miyamoto's nose. The sharp wind of the knife forced Miyamoto to close his eyes and even his breathing became unsmooth.
The knife stabbed the air. Chen Fan flicked his wrist and slashed with the big knife in his hand!
"Pfft!"
With one chop, Miyamoto's head and body were separated, hot blood spurted out, and blood filled the air.
After killing Miyamoto with one strike, Chen Fan waved the sword in his hand again without stopping, wandering among the crowd like a ghost.
Either pick, hold, wipe, hang, flatten, search, close, sweep, smooth, or cut...
Covered in blood, Chen Fan plunged into the camp of the Japanese warriors and used a set of "Bagua Sword Techniques", like flowing clouds and flowing water, sometimes flying straight down, sometimes like clouds moving slowly, sometimes lightning and thunder, sometimes breeze blowing willows.
His body shape is like a swimming dragon, his sword moves like a flying phoenix, he is fast but not chaotic, quiet but not stagnant, soft but not soft, and he is able to penetrate the world between heaven and earth.
Facing the crazy butcher, in such a small distance, those *** warriors were like weak sheep, which could only be slaughtered by Chen Fan - the big knife in Chen Fan's hand was like the sickle of death, harvesting with every cut
The life of a *** warrior!
For a moment, there was a flash of cold light, blood splattered everywhere, and heads flew everywhere!
The blood of Guntan dyed the ground under the ring red, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and a layer of blood mist floated. There were mountains of corpses on the ground and rivers of blood!
"Plop!!"
I don't know how much time passed, but when I saw Chen Fan beheading the martial arts masters including Miyamoto, the last few Japanese warriors who were hiding by the wall and almost had a heart attack were so frightened that they knelt down with fear on their faces and trembling all over.
Fall to the ground.
"No...don't kill us! Please, don't..."
Under the light, the last few Japanese warriors pressed their heads tightly against the blood-stained ground, begging for mercy like pugs.
"I said, you are all going to die!"
Chen Fan, who was completely stained with blood and looked like a bloody man, showed no mercy when faced with the begging for mercy from the last few Japanese warriors. Instead, he took a step forward and waved the sword in his hand expressionlessly!
"Puff...Puff...Puff..."
Cut with a big sword and the head will fall!
Human heads rolled down on the bloody ground with a harsh sound.
Pillars of blood rose into the sky, and the sky was filled with blood, like a hell on earth.
One person and one knife.
He provoked the entire Japanese martial arts world!
