More than a dozen people were filled with grief and anger, but they did not dare to charge indiscriminately.
Murong Sanqian reminded Yamamoto Jiro: "Mr. Yamamoto, Ye Fan is at the end of his game, and his current strength is just pretending."
He believed that after Miyamoto's battle, Ye Fan no longer had much strength.
Yamamoto Jiro raised his chin, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Ye Fan, for the sake of Miss Lu and the others, kneel down and be captured. Let me take you back to Yang Country for trial. I won't kill you today."
"Otherwise, you will never get out of Wutong Mountain."
He originally wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces, but suddenly thought of being responsible for Miyamoto's death, Yamamoto had other plans in mind.
Bring Ye Fan back to Yang Country and force him to publicly admit his conspiracy to plot against Miyamoto. In this way, Miyamoto's death in battle will not be a shame to Yang Country, but a shame to China.
"Ye Fan, why don't you just surrender?"
Murong Sanqian echoed: "When Mr. Yamamoto gets angry, the consequences will be very serious."
Lu Qing and the others looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Ye Fan, if you don't surrender, are you still going to fight me?"
Yamamoto Jiro shouted: "Although your strange movement surprised me, you are injured now, and you are no match for us."
Ye Fan stared at Yamamoto Jiro and smiled: "I admit that I am injured, but I am more than enough to deal with you."
He also made a gesture to tell Dugu Shang not to come up and that he could still handle it.
"childish!"
Seeing Ye Fan's confidence, Yamamoto Jiro's voice deepened and he made another gesture.
As soon as this gesture was made, the surrounding woods suddenly rang with movement.
Dozens of trees trembled one after another, and then eighteen shadows appeared around them.
Wearing black clothes and masks, they walked from far to near like bats. They moved very fast and cooperated with each other tacitly. It looked like they were well-trained.
In the blink of an eye, they reached the trees at the edge.
One by one, they were hanging on the branches, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.
They also held blackened katana swords in their hands.
Eerie.
"Ninja?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to kill me today, otherwise how could you even bring ninjas here?"
Lu Qing and the others were shocked when they heard this. They were surprised that Yamamoto Jiro invited ninjas, and then they became even more determined that Ye Fan was going to die.
Ninjas also have weird movements. With so many people attacking at the same time, Ye Fan can't resist them.
"If you want to live, kneel down."
Yamamoto Jiro shouted at Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Who gave you the courage to say this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scolding sounded in the air, and then a white shadow flashed across everyone's field of vision.
The next second, a middle-aged man in white floated to the ground, standing right next to Ye Fan, like a god coming down to earth, making people squint their eyes.
He put his hands behind his back and scanned the whole place indifferently: "Cut off one arm of each and get out of here."
Nine thousand years old.
"Nine thousand years old?"
Seeing the man in white appear without any warning, Murong Sanqian, who had been waiting for his advantage, immediately stood up in a hurry to say hello.
More than a dozen martial arts disciples also tensed up their nerves and stepped forward to say hello with nervous expressions on their faces: "I've seen Nine Thousand Years Old."
Jiu Qiansui didn't even look at them, but stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on Mark's face.
Lu Qing's pretty face changed slightly and she forced out a smile: "Nine thousand years old, long time no see, why are you here in person?"
Ye Fan relaxed and took a long breath, but didn't say anything.
Yamamoto Jiro and the others were full of vigilance and looked at Jiu Qiansui with sharp eyes.
Many people in the Yang Kingdom have heard of Jiu Qiansui and how powerful he is, but few of them have seen him in person or his abilities.
It was also the first time for Yamamoto Jiro to meet him face to face, so even though he knew that Nine Thousand Years Old was extraordinary, when he saw his thin and weak appearance, he still raised his neck and asked: "Broken hand?"
He hummed: "I don't have this kind of hobby."
Nine Thousand Years Old said calmly: "Two hands!"
"Nine thousand years old, I know your name and your status, but we are not easy to bully."
Seeing the aggressiveness of the other party, Yamamoto Jiro became angry on the spot: "If you are sensible today and take the initiative to hand Ye Fan over to us, we will continue to call you Jiu Qiansui from now on."
"If you want to meddle in other people's business, don't blame us for not giving you face."
He has dozens of people at his disposal and is full of momentum.
Jiu Qiansui smiled: "Give me face?"
"Boom!"
Jiu Qiansui suddenly stepped out with his foot, and a violent aura suddenly erupted from his side.
The ground within a radius of more than ten meters was completely shattered.
Flying sand and rocks.
Countless people squinted.
Then, there was a click, and dozens of trees around him were broken.
The eighteen ninjas swished down like birds that had been shot down.
After they fell to the ground, no one got up, and they were all hit with bloody holes in their bodies.
At the same moment, Yamamoto Jiro and the others' soles gave out, and they knelt down with a plop.
It's not that they want to kneel down, but the aura of the nine thousand-year-old is too strong, like a million mountains pressing down on him, and they simply can't bear it.
Powerful, too powerful.
Yamamoto Jiro's face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
This scene not only made Murong Sanqian and the others thirsty, but Lu Qing and the other women also tightly covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
Their eyes all showed incredible expressions.
Yamamoto Jiro is also a master at the pinnacle of the Mysterious Realm.
Now he is kneeling uncontrollably in front of Jiu QianSui, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have! Jiu QianSui is actually so strong?
It was the first time that Lu Qing, who was nine thousand years old, took action, and his pretty face turned away from his arrogance for the first time.
Not to mention the bodyguards or warriors around her, even the people she knows in the mountain sect, it is probably difficult for them to reach the level of nine thousand years old.
Ye Fan also felt numb. He tried his best to overestimate the age of nine thousand years, but found that he still underestimated it.
It seems that Jiu Qiansui left a lot of energy during the competition at the Zhonghai Martial Arts School.
Jiu Qiansui put his hands behind his back and looked at Yamamoto Jiro: "Tell me, how can you give me face?"
"Yes, sorry, nine thousand years old."
Yamamoto Jiro struggled to say: "I have offended you, please forgive me, we will get out immediately."
Originally, he thought that he might not be a match for Nine Thousand Years Old, but the gap wasn't that big.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized the gap between himself and Nine Thousand Years Old. It was a gap that he could not overcome in his entire life.
"It's too late."
Jiu Qiansui snorted coldly, and then stepped hard with his left foot.
The knife shattered into pieces and shot out one after another.
"Ah——" More than a dozen of Miyamoto's disciples were killed instantly! A chill rose from the chests of Lu Qing's people. They had seen murder before, but the method of being nine thousand years old was too chilling.
It was too casual, too indifferent, as if it had killed a few ants.
Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, and he knew at this moment that it would be difficult for him to die well today.
He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing's breathing became rapid, but in the end she still had the courage to step forward. After all, she often traveled to Yangguo martial arts: "Nine thousand years old, wearing only a few clothes, that's enough..." "Pa—" Jiu Qingsui slapped him over:
"Did I let you speak?"
Lu Qing fell seven or eight meters, his face was swollen, he was very angry and aggrieved, but he did not scream.
Murong Sanqian, who was about to step forward to advise, immediately shut up.
Jiu Qiansui looked at Yamamoto Jiro and said, "I'll cut off both of my hands and save your life."
"Crack-" Sensing the danger, Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, he gritted his teeth and stood up, breaking his arms with all his strength.
There was blood all over the ground.
Lu Qing and the others felt cold all over.
They have seen the domineering and ruthless man who is nine thousand years old.
"Go back and tell Tenzang and the others..." Jiu Qiansui walked up to Yamamoto Jiro and said indifferently: "Six months later, the president of the Martial League, Tu Gou Sheng, will take the first envoy Ye Fan to challenge the ten geniuses of the Yang Kingdom.
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"In Miyamoto's words, it determines both victory and defeat, as well as life and death."
