Six hundred and twentieth chapters medicine into martial arts
"Bang!"
When Taro Aoki fell, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, staining Ye Fan's clothes and spreading all over the ground around him.
The blood is as bright as agate in the light of the mourning hall.
It’s just that Taro Aoki is destined not to see that poignant beauty.
He didn't want to die, but after all, he had no chance of survival.
He guessed the beginning and the process, but not the ending.
He is the heir to the Aoki family, the backbone of the blood medicine sect, and the slave of Saburo Aoki. He also wears the identity of an envoy of the Yang Kingdom.
In Taro Aoki's view, this is his gold medal to avoid death.
No matter what crime he committed, the outcome would never be death, not to mention the fact that his wise and powerful father also came to the scene.
Death is too far away from him.
But Taro Aoki never thought that Ye Fan would crush his own neck without fear.
Never die with peace of mind.
"Mr. Aoki!"
"Taro!"
When Taro Aoki staggered and fell to the ground, everyone present also reacted and let out shrill screams.
Aoki Daoji also had red eyes: "Taro!"
He can be considered a hero, and he has gone through many years of ups and downs, but when he saw his son die in front of him, he still lost control of his emotions.
Like his son, he did not expect that even after he revealed his identity, Ye Fan still refused to give him face and directly killed his son.
That shock, that sadness, that anger made the blood all over his body burn.
More than a dozen Yangguo people also roared, causing the scene to become chaotic again.
Dugu Shang took a step forward and raised his sword to protect Ye Fan.
Zheng Siyue and others subconsciously retreated into the mourning hall, worried that the bloody battle between the two sides would affect them, but no one dared to point a gun at Ye Fan.
Zheng Siyue also murmured to herself: "Madman, madman, this is a madman..."
"Baga, Baga!"
"Ye Fan, you killed my son, I want you to pay with your life, I want you to pay with your life!"
Aoki Daoji grabbed a katana and rushed forward.
"Your son is just humiliating himself!"
Ye Fan also raised a knife and held it in his hand:
"However, if you are not convinced, I will give you a chance for revenge."
"It doesn't determine victory or defeat, it only determines life and death!"
He made a sword stance.
Killing the other party's two sons and beheading one of his daughters, a deep hatred has been forged, and Ye Fan doesn't mind eradicating the roots.
"Okay, okay, I will fight you to death tonight."
Aoki Daoji flashed his left hand, and more than a dozen silver needles came out, and then they stabbed into his body.
Kakaka——
As the silver needle penetrated, Ye Fan and the others clearly heard the sound of bones ringing.
Then, I saw that the size of Qingmudao Temple expanded in a circle.
No matter his hands, feet, waist or neck, he is a bit bigger and looks thicker.
What made Ye Fan squint his eyes the most was that the white hair of Qingmudao Temple became even whiter, and the remaining black at the base instantly turned white.
But the fighting spirit in his body rose instead of falling, rising steadily.
Aoki Daoji seems to have become a different person.
An indescribable pressure pressed on Ye Fan.
“Using medicine as a weapon?”
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "I didn't expect you to be able to do this."
"kill--"
Qingmudao Temple didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the katana and rushed towards Ye Fan.
A dozen Aoki masters also roared and charged, and Dugu Shang advanced to fight instead of retreating.
A fight broke out at the scene again.
Zheng Siyue wanted to run away, but her way out was blocked, so she could only continue to call for help.
At this moment, Qingmudao Temple has closed the distance.
"Whoosh——"
I saw a flash of the samurai sword, and even the shape of the sword could not be seen clearly. The sword had already struck Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan raised his weapon and swung it, blocking Qingmu Dao Temple's thunderous strike.
"when--"
The two knives collided and made a harsh sound.
Then the two of them took three steps back.
Ye Fan felt severe pain in the tiger's mouth, his energy and blood boiled, and his samurai sword broke with a sound, leaving only half of it.
"Damn, this old man's strength is too terrifying, isn't it?"
Ye Fan's lips were moved: "It seems that those silver needles are quite effective."
Just as the thought passed away in a flash, Ye Fan was not afraid at all, and with overwhelming fighting spirit, he launched the attack first.
The half-cut knife became more and more dazzling, the knife tore through the night wind and chopped it away in the air.
"when--"
Qingmu Taoji had no expression on his face, waved his samurai sword, and had a head-on confrontation with Ye Fan.
"Swish swish——"
Ye Fan struck out eighteen swords in one breath, and the swords were sharp, leaving traces of marks.
If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if ghosts stand in the way, they will kill ghosts.
But Aoki Tao Temple was not solemn at all. The katana could always block Ye Fan's attacks, causing the sound of metal collisions to ring in the night sky.
"when!"
When Ye Fan struck out eighteen swords, Qingmudao Temple shook his right hand and returned the sword.
As Qingmudao Temple struck with his sword, the whole air seemed to shake, looking extremely domineering.
"when!"
Ye Fan raised his knife to block it.
The horror of this knife cannot be described in words. In Ye Fan's eyes, only the sharpness of the samurai sword remained.
It not only shook the night sky, but also trembled Ye Fan's heart. Before the blade stopped, the terrifying power was deeply implanted in Ye Fan's heart.
Zheng Siyue subconsciously backed away again.
"when--"
With a loud noise, Ye Fan's body shook, and the blade was hit by the samurai sword of Qingmudao Temple. Brutal force poured in and slammed into Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's steps faltered, and he flew backwards.
After five or six meters, Ye Fan twisted his body, landed on his feet, stopped, and then fell.
Qi and blood boil.
The half-cut knife had cracks and marks.
"Land strength?"
A look of surprise flashed across Ye Fan's face:
"Aoki, you actually used a silver needle to forcefully break through the realm? Forcibly broke into the earth realm from the peak of the mysterious realm?"
"It seems you really hate me, otherwise you wouldn't be seeking death like this."
Using medicine as a weapon can maximize the lethality within the same territory, but if the territory is forcibly broken, he will become a cripple regardless of life or death afterwards.
It can range from injuries to the internal organs, making it impossible to use force anymore, to severe injuries, the muscles and veins all over the body will be broken, and you will die.
"As long as I can kill you, it doesn't matter if I die."
Qingmu Taoist Temple roared, without any mercy, with a cold expression, and killed Ye Fan again.
Another slash came out.
"Whoosh——"
The tip of the knife has not yet reached, but the murderous intention is already fierce.
"kill!"
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, he held the broken knife in both hands and drew a perfect arc.
"when--"
There was another crisp sound, and the two knives collided hard. Qingmudao Temple and Ye Fan each took five or six steps back.
The grass on the ground was completely messy, and a few stones were even cracked.
Aoki Daoji's eyes were completely red from the killing, and he didn't even take a breath. He raised his samurai sword and struck it down again.
Fast and hard.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt that his vision was blurred.
He was about to retreat with all his strength, but suddenly found that his head was dizzy and his consciousness was stagnant.
When he woke up again, the katana was already in front of him.
Ye Fan could only raise his weapon, and in a hurry he could only block it upward.
"when!"
The katana fell and the two swords collided.
A crisp loud noise spread out in all directions, and strong winds filled the sky with grass clippings flying.
A muffled hum came from Ye Fan's mouth.
In the sight of Zheng Siyue and the others, they saw Ye Fan being hit by a knife, and his whole body flew backwards.
Although Ye Fan was mentally prepared for the power of Qingmu Dao Temple, he still didn't expect that he could unleash such a sword.
This knife is too fast and too domineering!
Moreover, he also discovered that the opponent's samurai sword was smeared with poison, and he was poisoned after several collisions.
"Old guy, he really does everything he can."
Ye Fan took out an antidote pill and swallowed it to slow down the onset of his injury.
"kill!"
Qingmudao Temple charges again.
Ye Fan shook his right hand and grabbed another knife to protect himself.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Qingmudao Temple struck out thirty-six swords in one breath, the swords were sharp, and they all carried the tragic appearance of a strong man dying.
Ye Fan deflected all the katana attacks.
But every time there was a collision, Ye Fan's jaws hurt, and his energy and blood also boiled.
Thirty-six swords were used again, and Qingmudao Temple and Ye Fan fought to the death.
Ye Fan's face became more solemn. Qingmudao Temple was like a punch. The power of one punch could kill several cows.
However, Ye Fan quickly caught a clue, and there was also a hint of anxiety in Qingmudao Temple's eyes.
A clue that can't be conquered for a long time.
And after more than a hundred cuts, Ye Fan found that his pressure began to lessen.
The power of Qingmudao Temple began to fade.
Ye Fan's heart moved.
"Qingmudao Temple, your ability to combine medicine with martial arts is good, but it's a pity that you forced yourself to break through, and you are still old and weak, so you can't last long."
"I feel that your breath is messed up and your strength is beginning to fade."
There was a flash of light in Ye Fan's eyes: "At most twenty moves, you will die."
Qingmudao Temple's eyes turned cold: "I don't know what you are talking about, but no matter how weak I am, I can still kill you."
Ye Fan smiled brightly and did not block the attack again, but used the Windward Willow Step to avoid it.
Another series of sixteen moves, Qingmudao Temple was all pierced, his face became more gloomy, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"flutter--"
When Qingmudao Temple slashed the air with another sword and his body trembled slightly, Ye Fan suddenly shook and half-cut the knife, and struck Qingmudao Temple with thunderous force.
Gone in a flash!
Aoki Daoji's face changed drastically. Feeling Ye Fan's power, he shouted angrily and then waved his samurai sword to block the attack.
"when!"
Ye Fan's sword was as powerful as a rainbow and pierced the sword.
With a bang, the blade exploded instantly, unable to withstand the penetrating power of the broken blade.
"prick--"
The momentum of the half-cut knife continued unabated, and it struck directly at Qingmudao Temple's chest.
The sword that was ready to go had an overwhelming murderous intent, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.
Aoki Daoji's face was completely ugly. He felt the breath of death, subconsciously waved his katana and retreated backwards at the same time.
But the lethality contained in Ye Fan's move was completely beyond the imagination of Qingmudao Temple.
"prick--"
Although Aoki Daoji used his katana to suppress the broken sword, his whole body retreated as quickly as possible.
But Ye Fan stepped forward, touched his left hand to his right, and swung the fish intestine sword fiercely.
"No--"
Aoki Daoji's heart trembled, he roared angrily, pressed all his strength, and jumped back with all his strength.
But as soon as he retreated halfway, the fish intestine sword slashed across his chest.
A stream of blood burst out.
Several silver needles also fell.
"flutter!"
With a sharp sound, Aoki Daoji fell to the ground, his body shook, and his whole body slowly returned to its original appearance like a deflated balloon.
It’s just that he looks more vicissitudes of life, more haggard, and more aged.’
It was obvious that the battle just now had exhausted a lot of his vitality.
Qingmudao Temple didn't shout or struggle, he just covered his wound and leaned against the pillar.
Not dead yet, still a long way to go.
But the outcome has been decided, and Ye Fan's life is in his hands.
"ah--"
Seeing this scene, many Yangguo people felt extremely sad and desolate, as if their spiritual support had been castrated.
Their gazes focused on Ye Fan. In their eyes, it seemed as if the sun was setting and a brighter sun was rising.
The remaining dozen or so men and women from the Yang Kingdom felt like they were mourning their heirs.
Zheng Siyue was also stunned. She never expected that Ye Fan could even defeat Qingmu Tao Temple.
"Protect Mr. Aoki"
The Yangguo people trembled and protected the Qingmu Taoist Temple with a crash.
"You lost too!"
Ye Fan didn't care about the swords and guns of the Yang people, he just looked at Qingmu Taoist Temple and smiled lightly:
"As I said just now, the Aoki family should be in order."
Qingmudao Temple cannot move, but it can move its mouth:
"The Blood Medicine Sect's debts are in arrears."
Ye Fan's smile was still bright: "Then I will wait for you to ask for it, but you have no chance to ask for it..."
Hearing these murderous words, more than a dozen men and women from the Yang Kingdom raised their swords and prepared to fight Ye Fan to the death.
"Clang!"
At this moment, a loud noise exploded.
The closed door suddenly collapsed and fell to both sides.
Six Land Rovers with Rendu license plates arrived in a rush.
