Facing Miyamoto's grab, Ye Fan moved to dodge, like a willow leaf avoiding it.
Miyamoto narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and was surprised that Ye Fan could avoid this blow.
His original intention was to crush Ye Fan to death with one move. After all, Ye Fan had been crippled a week ago.
But he didn't pay much attention to it. He spun his steps and grabbed Ye Fan a few more times.
The scratch is sharp, the scratch is fatal.
Lu Qing and the others had pretty faces and excited faces, clenched their fists, and almost applauded Miyamoto.
Ye Fan remained calm and used the Windward Willow Step to avoid a series of attacks calmly.
"Swish swish——"
Miyamoto's seven consecutive attempts failed, his expression became cold, and he struck faster and harder.
Stone chips on the ground suddenly rose up all over the sky, and dead leaves were flying in the air, making my eyes blurry.
Ye Fan didn't have the slightest fear and still dodged unhurriedly.
He didn't resist or attack, he just dodged lightly.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru attacked with seven more punches, one after another, roaring like wind.
But still couldn't hit Ye Fan.
Seeing Ye Fan hiding out again, Miyamoto roared angrily, suddenly spun his body and kicked a stone into pieces.
Then he waved his right hand.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Countless gravels shot towards Ye Fan.
The rocks were so dense that Ye Fan couldn't avoid them, so he had no choice but to shoot them down.
At this moment, Miyamoto rushed in front of Ye Fan like a tornado.
Punch out.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan moved his steps.
Miyamoto's punch was empty.
A tree behind Ye Fan was hit and broke into two pieces with a click, and countless leaves fell down.
"idiot!"
After consecutive missed attacks, Miyamoto's eyes instantly turned cold and his nerves became invisibly tense.
A week ago, he beat Ye Fan to death, but a week later, he couldn't even touch Ye Fan's sleeves.
He was very angry.
Lu Qing, Yamamoto Jiro, Qian Shui Yui and Murong Sanqian also frowned.
Their original thought was that today's decisive battle was just a formality, and Miyamoto could kill Ye Fan with just two or three punches.
Unexpectedly, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru fired seven claws and eight punches, and Ye Fan was still alive and well.
"Mr. Miyamoto is so kind and gives China face."
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Lu Qing smiled at Yamamotojiro:
"Things that could be solved with one punch turned out to be settled with a dozen moves."
"Mr. Yamamoto, Lu Qing would like to express his gratitude to you on behalf of China Martial Arts."
"If you take care of us like this, Lu Qing will definitely remember it in his heart."
"Don't worry, after Ye Fan's defeat, I will apply to the higher authorities to confiscate Ye Fan's assets and then compensate all of them to Mr. Miyamoto."
"And I guarantee that in the future, China's martial arts will never see such a foolish young man again."
Lu Qing leaned slightly towards the short and fat Yamamoto Jiro, and the white thighs at the slit of the cheongsam slipped down, making Yamamoto Jiro smile and take a few more glances.
"Miss Lu, you're welcome."
Yamamoto smiled and pondered:
"A thin coat, China's face is also Yang's face. Mr. Miyamoto's main focus this time is revenge, and it will not affect our relationship."
"Of course, Miss Lu must also take good care of the Chinese martial arts. A stupid young man like Ye Fan must not appear again!"
"Otherwise, Mr. Miyamoto will not listen to my advice next time and just punch your people to death. In that case, China's martial arts will become a laughing stock in the world."
He lightly sniffed the fragrance of the woman, looking very intoxicated.
"I will definitely rectify the Chinese martial arts."
Lu Qing smiled coquettishly: "I will tell them that the Yang Kingdom is the strongest martial arts country, and we cannot ignore the bounds of heaven and earth."
When the female companions around them heard these words, they all looked like they were suddenly enlightened.
It turns out that Ye Fan was able to dodge because Miyamoto gave China face.
So everyone looked at Yamamoto Jiro and the others with gratitude and respect, and then disdainfully looked at Ye Fan who was hiding on the field.
They were wondering if this guy was really shameless. Could they be convinced?
If it were them, if they were betrayed like this, they would have surrendered in shame and disgrace.
Murong Sanqian and Chiba Yui also despised Mark.
"Mr. Miyamoto, thank you for your kindness. There is no need to give me face. It's over."
Lu Qing stood up and shouted: "Let Ye Fan be punished."
She felt that Miyamoto's betrayal was more to give her, a socialite, face, but because Ye Fan was so ignorant, she didn't want to protect him anymore.
"Liu Yun Fei Sleeves!"
At this moment, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, who had been unable to attack for a long time, his face was as dark as water, his masterly demeanor was reduced by three points, and he shouted and used a unique move.
In the last battle, he had suffered internal injuries. Although he was not seriously injured, fighting for a long time would also hurt his body.
"Swish swish——"
While shouting, Miyamoto waved his hands, and dozens of sleeves roared out, stabbing Ye Fan like sharp swords.
The air waves raised by his sleeves not only caused dust to fly, but also made people's skin ache. Lu Qing, who was watching from the front, instinctively took a few steps back.
Seeing this scene, Gong Suqin was breathing rapidly and her eyes were flashing with madness. Ye Fan would definitely die this time.
The murderous intention is overwhelming.
hide!
hide!
hide!
Facing the deadly flying sleeves, Ye Fan remained calm, twisted his body, and used the Windward Step to the extreme.
Countless flying sleeves flew over his face, ears, neck, and waist, with a sharpness and sharpness, but they never made Ye Fan splash blood.
Several trees and stones behind him were shattered one after another.
Lu Qing and Murong Sanqian frowned slightly, wondering what happened to Miyamoto and Ma Shou, why he couldn't kill Ye Fan with dozens of moves?
Cat and mouse?
But from the looks of it, Miyamoto Tajima Shou's killing moves were fierce, and it looked like he had used a lot of skill. He didn't need this look to play with Ye Fan.
Do you want to scare Ye Fan to death?
But it’s not necessary.
Then, Miyamoto attacked Ye Fan again.
The entire clearing was shattered to pieces by him, and more than a dozen trees around it were also broken, but Ye Fan never fell.
Lu Qing and the others finally realized that it was not Miyamoto's cat catching the mouse, but Ye Fan's use of strange body skills to avoid it.
"No wonder you dare to show up to fight and challenge me. It turns out you have learned some evil ways."
Lu Qing suddenly became angry: "Isn't this nonsense?"
She stood up and shouted to Mark:
"Ye Fan, why do you rely on footwork to dodge?"
"This is a decisive battle, a life and death battle. Is it interesting for you to hide?"
"This is not only disrespectful to Mr. Miyamoto, but also a waste of everyone's time. I will not allow you to do this."
"I order you now not to use this kind of footwork to dodge again, and to fight Mr. Miyamoto face to face immediately."
She was really angry. In a decisive battle where Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru could win with just one move, Ye Fan forced him to use dozens of more moves, which would make Yamamoto and the others unhappy.
"Isn't dodge a strength?"
Ye Fan continued to avoid Miyamoto's attack while laughing loudly:
"When a bullet hits, you don't dodge it and blow it with your mouth?"
As soon as Miyamoto made a move, Ye Fan saw that he was injured, so he slowly wore him down. Only a fool would confront someone head-on.
"You bastard, how can you talk?"
"Bullets are bullets, a decisive battle is a decisive battle, and the decisive battle should be head-on."
Lu Qing's pretty face sank:
"Let me say it again, I won't allow you to dodge anymore, otherwise I will declare that you have lost this battle and I will ask everyone to attack you."
Several female companions also stared at Ye Fan angrily, feeling that he should not dodge. What kind of thing is it for you to dodge when someone confronts you head-on.
"No dodge allowed?"
Ye Fan laughed wildly again: "Okay, I'll give you face, I won't dodge this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly exploded, like water pouring out of a dam after it burst.
Ye Fan punched Miyamoto three times in one breath:
