The Xuedao Sect, more than a hundred years ago, was the most powerful sect in Japan. The sect masters of that generation were gifted with extraordinary talents and excellent swordsmanship. At a young age, they entered the realm of masters that many people dream of, and they also used
In more than ten years, it uprooted all the major martial arts forces in Japan and became the veritable number one sect in Japan.
The prestige of that sect leader even surpassed that of the Emperor of Japan at that time.
This naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the various dignitaries in Japan, including the royal family, but due to the strength of the sect leader, no one dared to say anything.
But at this time, a martial artist from Longteng came to the Snow Mountain Gate, challenged the sect leader with his sword skills, beheaded the talented sect leader on the spot, and walked away.
After the death of the sect leader, the Snow Knife Sect was leaderless, and all forces in Japan rose up to resist. In less than a year, the Snow Knife Sect collapsed, and Japanese martial arts also completely declined from that time on.
Nowadays, let alone sect level masters, there are not even many innate masters.
The man in black is named Muto, and he is the sect leader of the Snow Knife Sect.
He is also the descendant of that talented sect leader. From the moment he was born, he has shouldered the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Snow Sword Sect and revitalizing Japanese martial arts.
Joining the Hanxing Mercenary Group also wanted to use the battlefield to hone his sword skills.
Muto has always believed that the strongest sword intention is only understood between life and death.
After receiving the order from the leader, Muto didn't hesitate at all. He twisted the samurai sword passed down by his ancestors and walked out.
The other six people followed him to the street outside the mansion.
In the field of vision, the young man from Longteng had already crossed a distance of more than 300 meters. He was like a meat grinder, killing in a straight line. Even if the mercenaries sent by Mu Hanxing were armed with guns,
But facing the long knife in his hand, it was like a cabbage.
Heads fell to the ground one after another, bodies were split in half, and rivers of blood flowed on the long streets.
However, the Hanxing Mercenary Group is worthy of being an iron-blooded division. Even so, those ordinary soldiers still hold weapons in their hands and rush towards the young people crazily. Some mercenaries even directly strap bombs on their bodies, hoping to die together with the young people.
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But before they could get close, they were killed by the sharp sword energy.
One person, one knife!
But it is even more shocking than thousands of troops.
Except for Muto, the other six people were all shocked by the murderous intention burst out by the young man.
Is the gap between Japanese warriors and Longteng warriors already so big? Seventy-eight Chinese geniuses remember it in one second m.óm
If it were any one of them, faced with such a siege, he would probably have died of exhaustion, right?
I just don't know how much strength he still has when he gets here.
"Chi chi chi..." Several more intercepting figures fell to the ground, and gunshots continued to ring out around them, but whether it was the sniper bullets in the dark or the soldiers rushing in front of them, under the young man's eyes,
They are all in vain in the eyes.
He often only needs a slight deviation to avoid bullets fired from dark places. Whenever he has the opportunity, he will pick up the fallen firearms on the ground without aiming, and just shoot casually. There will always be something wrong.
The sniper was killed.
When the man walked more than 300 meters, he was frightened even by the quality of the soldiers of Hanxing Mercenary Group.
Behind the young man, hundreds of corpses lay.
And there were less than a hundred people left in front of him. Each of these people looked frightened, and they no longer dared to step forward. They didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger.
At this time, the remaining soldiers seemed to have received the order and retreated one by one.
There was no longer a figure in front of the young man. He just walked over step by step, holding the long knife with several gaps in it.
In the hall, Mu Hanxing sighed silently.
Ye Xiu's strength far exceeded his imagination, and the combat power he displayed at this time even far exceeded what he had seen at the base that day.
If you want to surround and kill such a strong man, it is really difficult to do it with the advantage of numbers.
After all, people are still people.
No matter how elite a soldier is, he will still have the emotion of fear.
Fear will also spread. When so many people surround and kill with all their strength, but they all die in the hands of the other party, no one will not be heartbroken.
No matter how desperate people are, they will not dare to go forward and die easily.
However, looking at Ye Xiu's shaky figure, Mu Hanxing also believed that the door of this manor was the place where he was buried.
Although Muto was only at the seventh level, he had the experience of killing the masters of the eighth level. Coupled with the six disciples who cooperated with him tacitly, the sword formation composed of seven people was enough to surround and suppress the masters of the ninth level.
How could Ye Xiu, who only had half his life left, be their opponent?
With them taking action, the overall situation has been decided.
In this battle, Dugu Jian does not need to take action at all.
And the right to execute the mother and son will also fall into his own hands.
Taking a look at Liu Anze's plump body parts, Mu Hanxing smiled, Master Carlo should like this young woman very much.
At the gate of the manor, Ye Xiu walked up to him dragging his long knife.
Looking at the seven swordsmen blocking him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What? Mu Hanxing thinks there are not enough people to die, so he wants you to continue to die?"
"Haha, Mr. Ye only has the strength to speak quickly now?" Muto sneered, holding a knife in one hand.
The other six people had drawn out their samurai swords one after another, and stood in front of and around Muto, forming an ancient sword formation.
"No, I just wanted to remind you..." Ye Xiu shook his head.
"Thank you Mr. Ye for the reminder, please enlighten me!" Wu Teng held the knife in both hands and looked at Ye Xiu.
"Teach me something? Are you worthy of it?" Ye Xiu chuckled. The moment he finished speaking, his shaky figure suddenly jumped out, like a meteor, rushing towards the sword formation set up by the seven people.
Wu Teng's eyes shone brightly, and the true energy in his body suddenly exploded. The other people were also concentrating one by one, and were about to face Ye Xiu together, but they saw Ye Xiu's hand holding the knife trembled, and the huge long sword
The knife suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a crescent moon, slashing out horizontally.
It was obviously just a sword light, but it enveloped the seven people together.
Except for Muto, the other six people didn't even have time to resist with the katana in their hands. They were hit by the sword light and flew backwards. Each of them had a long blood mark on their heart.
Everyone stared dumbly at the blood marks on their chests that were so deep that they could see the bones, and they all died one after another.
Only Muto, who immediately raised the knife to protect his heart, looked at the long knife in Ye Xiu's hand with horror on his face. In his field of vision, the long knife disappeared like the moonlight, leaving only a bare body.
The hilt and blade have long since disappeared! 七八中文^ Computer version: m./
Muto looked down and saw a piece of debris stuck in his chest, like a bullet that had penetrated into his heart.
A miserable smile appeared on the corner of Muto's mouth...