Ye Fan shouted in his heart, Miyamoto's strength was beyond his imagination.
In just one round, he suffered internal injuries.
However, Ye Fan did not stop and moved his steps, pointing at Miyamoto, Ma Shuo again.
The spear shot out like a rapid lightning.
The gun speed was very fast, so fast that you could only see a dotted line! Ten meters away, Miyamoto, but Ma Shu was still calm.
When the domineering spear flew in front of him, he smashed his right hand forward.
In the fist wind, an angry beast roared.
"When" this smash, he stopped the spear.
At this moment, Ye Fan flashed out the Fish Intestine Sword and rushed over with the man and the sword.
It was as powerful as thunder! Miyamoto, who had been high above, had a hint of surprise on his face this time.
He grabbed his backhand, picked up the spear, and stabbed him forward.
The gun is like thunder, traversing the world! "Wait!"
The guns and swords collided, the light and shadows shattered, and Ye Fan flew backwards.
"Pu" Ye Fan twisted in the air for a few times before a muffled sound fell on the steps, his face pale than ever before.
After hitting Ye Fan with one blow, Miyamoto Ma Shou did not stop, but threw the spear at Ye Fan.
"laugh!"
The spear flew out lightning and pointed directly at Ye Fan! Ye Fan's pupils shrank, and his hands suddenly closed. Between his palms, the Yuyan Sword slashed forward.
"Dang" another shocking explosion.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful force suddenly burst out from Ye Fan.
In an instant, Ye Fan fell straight and flew out, hitting the pillar of the Wumeng League and landed on the ground with a clang.
"Pu" Ye Fan's throat sweetened, and he could no longer suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Wang Dongshan and Xue Ruyi were shocked.
The others had already seen Ye Fan's ability, and they were the strongest of the younger generation, but unexpectedly, when they met Miyamoto, Ma Shou could not even pass ten moves.
Is this Miyamoto but Ma Shou really a realm?
Seeing Ye Fan being injured, Xue Ruyi and the others rushed over to support him: "President Ye!"
Dugu Shang quietly stood forward, staring at Miyamoto Buta Ma Shou indifferently.
He knew he could not beat him, but he had to try his best to protect Ye Fan no matter what.
Murong Sanqian and the Almond Eye Woman gloated. If they were not the children of the Wu League, they would all shout.
"I'm fine!"
Ye Fan stopped them from coming and half-kneeled on the ground to cough.
This is the first time he has been defeated like this since his debut, but Ye Fan's face is not depressed or painful, and he will not be disappointed and unable to recover.
What shame hasn’t been borne by a son-in-law for a year?
What is a mere failure?
Ye Fan breathed heavily, recited the mantra and circulated the Tai Chi Sutra, hoping to recover some strength.
But it was okay if it didn't work. Once it was running, Ye Fan suddenly felt severe pain all over his body, and then his body changed abnormally.
The blood vessels were uncontrollably hot, and then the whole body was hot, and Ye Fan felt the cells in his body were running.
They ran wildly inside their bodies in groups.
The bones also crackled.
The blood kept hitting the throat and it was about to spur blood out several times.
"Ye Fan, I won't kill you today."
Seeing Ye Fan's cheeks constantly changing, red and white, obviously suffering from great internal injuries, Miyamoto but Ma Shou hummed with contempt: "Because it's meaningless to kill you now, I'll have to be in Wutong Mountain in a week.
Destroy you in front of everyone.”
"I not only want to avenge Ling Qianshui, but I also want to tell the world that Shenzhou martial arts is vulnerable in my eyes and hands."
"Even if Tugousheng comes in person, I will kill him."
"Don't think about escaping, I, Miyamoto, but the one Ma Shou wants to kill, can't even protect the Heavenly King, and I can't run away."
"You can do it yourself!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
Dugu Shang and the Wumeng family wanted to stop him, but Xue Ruyi shouted sternly: "Don't stop him, let him go."
Xue Ruyi knew very well that everyone present could not fight Miyamoto at all, but Ma Shou, and Dugu Shang had no chance of winning, which would instead make him start a massacre.
The children of Wumeng could only grit their teeth to give way, and their frustration was clearly visible on their faces.
At the same time, they were also depressed.
If your own territory is like being left alone by the enemy, the Nanling Martial Arts Alliance will be a laughing stock in the future.
"Ye Fan, remember, seven days later, I will go to Wutong Mountain to die."
"I'll kill ten people if I'm late, and I'll kill you a thousand people if I'll kill you if I'll kill you if I dare not come, I'll kill you all over the house."
Miyamoto left arrogantly and domineeringly.
A group of Yang Guoren also laughed wildly and kicked the Wu Meng children who came to hear the news without saying a word.
Extremely rampant.
"Pa" At this time, the almond-eyed woman suddenly came over and slapped Ye Fan without any warning.
"waste!"
Obviously she believed that Ye Fan was dead, so she did not hide her resentment.
"You" Wang Dongshan and the others were angry and wanted to step forward, but Murong Sanqian stared back with his eyes: "What are you doing?
Want to rebel?”
"Is Qin'er wrong about Ye Fan being a waste?"
"You are not as good as others. You don't have a tail between them and you can still make a noise. You can harm others and yourself, and you are even more useless than waste."
"Ye Fan, the matter has happened because of you, and it should be destroyed because of you. You should settle this matter quickly, otherwise it will involve the Martial Alliance."
"Also, from now on, the power of your President Nanling will be suspended, so that you have no right to mobilize your children to be cannon fodder."
Murong Sanqian took advantage of the situation and took action: "Dare to disobey and kill him immediately."
"Qin'er, I'll order Murong Feixiong to come to Nanling, lead the children of the Law Enforcement Hall to fully supervise the Nanling Martial Alliance, and make plans when he returns to Shenzhou for nine thousand years."
Now Ye Fan, who is half dead, can beat ten Murong Sanqian, so his arrogance will naturally become arrogant.
The almond-eyed woman was ecstatic: "I understand."
Ye Fan ignored Murong Sanqian's words and did not slap the almond-eyed woman. He looked at the sky quietly, and his mind was unprecedentedly clear.
The eyes became clear invisibly.
He suddenly saw the flapping wings of the birds in the sky and felt the gurgling blood flowing in his body.
A surging force surged in the dantian, as if it was about to break out at any time... At the same time, leaving the Nanling Wu League business car, Yui Qianshui bit her lips tightly, looking at Miyamoto, but Ma Shou whispered
In a word, "Master, why didn't you kill them all just now?"
She added softly: "If you don't kill him now, I'm worried that he will run away, or move out and kill dogs, or even the three cornerstones of China intervene."
"It's easy to kill Ye Fan, but this is not the result I want."
Miyamoto's eyes fell ahead: "I not only want to chop Ye Fan alive, but I also want to humiliate the entire Shenzhou martial arts. I want everyone to know that we will always be the strongest martial arts country."
"A weak opponent, let him live for one more week and let him spend the rest of his life in fear and despair."
"He dares not escape, his life is more important than him."
"As for rescuing soldiers, our war letter was open and honest, and Ye Fan agreed to the battle. Not to mention others, it is difficult to intervene even if you kill dogs."
"Although the three cornerstones are terrifying, they have obvious weaknesses, that is, they regard themselves as gentlemen."
"As long as we are not assassinating President Nanling, the three cornerstones will not take any action."
"So seven days later, Ye Fan had to go to Wutong Mountain to die."
Miyamoto saw very far and through, which made Chimizu Yui extremely amazed.
But the ambition of Takahashi Hiro next to him was trembling wildly.
The master, known as a generation of sword saint, wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth when he turned his head and looked out the window...