The first thousand one hundred and tenth chapters of Tangmen's mausoleum
"Kill, kill, kill for me!"
"Kill them all and capture Song Hongyan alive!"
Hearing the tone of Song Hongyan's mouth and seeing her calmness, Yamamoto Jiro's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He raised his katana and shouted: "Kill!"
Yamamoto Jiro felt something was wrong, but now there was no way out.
They were exposed.
If Song Hongyan is not captured now, she will be hunted by Ye Tang at dawn.
With Ye Tang's strength in Baocheng, let alone attacking Ye Fan again, he would have no chance of escaping from Baocheng.
Moreover, Song Hongyan was within reach, her graceful figure and delicate face were like poison, making his blood boil with evil.
This made Yamamoto Jiro make a decision. Regardless of whether there was an ambush or not, he would fight to the end.
At the same time, he was confident that he would take advantage of the chaos to capture Song Hongyan.
Being provoked like this by Yamamoto Jiro, the eight Sakura Killers screamed.
While they were charging with Yamamoto Jiro, they were fighting with their samurai swords raised high.
Sakura Killer's eyes were also blazing: "Kill, kill, kill!"
It's just that the expected fight to the death didn't happen.
Just as Song's bodyguard stepped back to protect Song Hongyan, a white-haired old woman flew in from the kitchen.
The old woman has a skinny figure and white hair, but her face is very delicate and her hands are extremely white. She can be described as having a childish face and white hair.
As soon as she stood up, a strong smell of blood suddenly rose into the sky.
A flash of panic suddenly flashed in the eyes of the eight charging Sakura Killers. Not only did they stop uncontrollably, they also wanted to turn around and run away.
"Whoosh!"
Before the eight Sakura Killers could react, the white-haired old woman came to them like a phantom.
A Sakura killer roared angrily and stabbed her viciously.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The white-haired old woman didn't dodge at all. She made a mistake with her hands and broke the katana into three pieces like a steel hand.
Then give him a light punch.
"puff!"
As if being pressed down by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, Sakura Killer's head exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The other seven killers were shocked when they saw this, and they retreated subconsciously.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
There was a cold but extremely fast movement, and the white-haired old woman punched eight times, and all eight killers had their heads blown off with one punch.
Not only was he fierce and domineering, he was also very fast. Let alone resisting the eight killers, they had no chance to turn around and run away.
In the blink of an eye, there were eight more headless corpses in the hall.
Massacre! Unilateral and inhumane massacre.
A bright red circle formed on the ground within a radius of five meters.
The ground was covered in blood.
The white-haired old woman stood proudly in the center of the circle, like a god of death staring at the stopped Jiro Yamamoto.
Everything returned to silence.
"You...you..." Yamamoto Jiro looked at the white-haired old woman with wide eyes and yelled: "Who are you?"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yamamoto Jiro was angry and shocked, and he didn't even notice that the mask fell off his face.
He originally thought that Song Hongyan was vulnerable, and even ambush from all sides wouldn't make much sense. After all, the Song family's bodyguards were not on the same level as Sakura Killer.
The Sakura Killer he brought tonight has a minimum level of Xuanjing Xiaocheng.
Unexpectedly, eight people joined forces to charge, but they were punched one by one by the white-haired old woman, and their heads were blown off and they died miserably.
This white-haired old woman is too scary.
Facing Yamamoto Jiro's shouts and questions, the white-haired old woman did not respond. She just stood there with her eyes lowered, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Yamamoto Jiro.
At the same time, there was another sound of footsteps outside.
A dozen Sakura killers who surrounded the villa were also thrown in, and each one of them had their throats sealed with a sword and lost their lives.
Then, eight bodyguards of the Song family blocked the door with shields and pointed guns at Yamamoto Jiro.
Dugu Shang did not come in, but he also blocked the main road.
The tide is over.
But more than the despair in his eyes, Yamamoto Jiro wanted to know the origin of the white-haired old woman: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that you, Yamamoto, came to attack me."
Song Hongyan still didn't care about the blood in the hall and continued to work leisurely in the kitchen: "I'm afraid the Yangguo Martial Alliance needs to give me an explanation."
Yamamoto Jiro's mouth was twitching when he heard this, and then he touched his cheek and found that the mask had fallen off, but he didn't care about it at this point: "All my actions tonight have nothing to do with the Yangguo Martial Alliance. I want to avenge my old friend Chiba Zhenxiong.
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Then he laughed evilly again: "Song Hongyan, I really underestimate you. Not only did you expect me to lead an attack tonight, but you also invited such a powerful master to take charge."
In his eyes, Song Hongyan is just a businessman. She may have amazing connections in business, but she is definitely not good at fighting and killing.
Looking at it now, I see that he was mistaken.
"I'm not a fortune teller, so of course I won't know about your attack tonight."
Song Hongyan kept a calm smile: "It's just that I know that I will be in trouble these days, so I arranged for more manpower to protect me."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the reason why I've been waiting in Baocheng for so long is actually not you, but the people of Ye Forbidden City."
"I've come to Baocheng, and I must win some hearts for my man."
"It's a pity that we didn't wait for the people sent by the Ye family, but you idiots came to our door instead."
She raised her head and glanced at Yamamoto Jiro, with a hint of regret on her pretty face, as if she wasn't very satisfied with tonight's big fish.
Then, she put the cooked buns into the steamer and wondered if she should get some corn juice for Ye Fan.
"Are you waiting for Ye Forbidden City?"
Yamamoto Jiro's expression changed slightly: "Is this trap of yours waiting for the Ye family?"
Song Hongyan smiled: "You, Yamamotojiro, are not worthy of me using Granny Zong."
"Grandma Zombie?"
Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids twitched.
He felt as if he had heard this name before, and the cold aura about him was similar to that of the Seven Elders of Tianshe.
"Okay, it's getting dark, I want to have breakfast with Mark."
Song Hongyan sighed quietly: "You can go on your way."
Yamamoto Jiro immediately tensed up and shouted: "You want to kill me?
You have to pay for it with your life!"
After he finished speaking, he stepped on the floor, shattering the tiles, and then swept his left foot, sending countless fragments flying across the floor.
Song's bodyguards instinctively avoided.
The shield crackled as it was beaten.
Amidst the billowing dust, Yamamoto Jiro brandished his samurai sword and took advantage of the chaos to pounce on Song Hongyan.
But just as he was on the way, Granny Zombie drifted over and blocked Yamamoto Jiro's hand.
She also slowly raised her white right hand.
The moment of life and death! "Kill--" Yamamoto Jiro roared, and the katana turned, the sword flashed, and the thunder struck towards Granny Zombie.
"Iai Slash!"
This katana has a strange shape. The blade is only ten centimeters long and the handle is fifteen centimeters.
The sword's blade was as white as water, shining with a strange brilliance.
But as soon as it hit the air, Granny Zhong's white right hand rushed in.
She grabbed the samurai sword with murderous intent, and then broke it into two pieces with a click.
Yamamoto Jiro's expression suddenly changed and he took half a step back.
The white-haired old woman waved her right hand, and half of the katana flashed past.
"Push--" With a sharp sound, Yamamoto Jiro stopped, his eyes filled with indescribable horror.
Half of the blade pierced his heart.
A bright line of blood slowly seeped out from his chest.
"you……!"
The blood line slowly penetrated and suddenly spurted out like a waterfall, stimulating the eyes of everyone present.
Yamamoto Jiro felt severe pain all over his body and fell to the ground shaking.
Granny Zombie didn't take any further action, she just stood there and watched, still expressionless.
"You are the Tang Sect... the guardian of the mausoleum..." Yamamoto Jiro looked at Granny Zong and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. After struggling to squeeze out a few words, he tilted his head and died...
