When the dazzling sword light came towards him and suddenly appeared above his head, Ye Junlang's expression remained as usual, appearing unfazed, as if he was not surprised at all by the sword that suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The stairway was narrow and not suitable for moving around. Ye Junlang never thought of dodging. When the sword light rose up, the saber in his hand also faced upwards.
Infused with it was the power of Ye Junlang's own heavy blow. Following the saber in his hand, he parried the sword that was slashing head-on!
clang!
An extremely harsh sound of weapons clashing resounded. It was a sword, but it was isolated by the saber in Ye Junlang's hand, preventing the blade of the sword from being able to press down even half a minute.
Before this was over, the heavy blow power contained in the saber in Ye Junlang's hand swept out, rushed up the blade of the sword, and hit the master holding the sword hard.
In an instant, the sword was raised upwards by the shock.
Ye Junlang took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, a terrifying power like the arrival of gods and demons rose into the sky. The blood in his body was surging, and his masculine and domineering momentum was revealed. It was like a humanoid dragon exuding terrifying and boundless power.
The pressure it brings, like a giant mountain, is enough to make people feel suffocated, like a cold and bloodthirsty Satan descending.
Tsk! Tsk!
As Ye Junlang rushed forward, the saber in his hand had already struck out forcefully, turning into two points of cold light directed towards the opponent.
The figure was briefly shocked. Then he raised the sword in his hand, and the sword rolled out like a tide, resisting Ye Junlang's two attacks. He also took this opportunity to step back and pull away.
a certain distance.
Ye Junlang also rushed up to the second floor. He looked forward and saw the person standing in front of him clearly, his face was slightly startled.
Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man, wearing a black samurai uniform, with a thin face and sharp eyes like knives. The sleeve of the right arm of the samurai uniform was empty. It was obvious that he was missing a right arm. His left hand
Holding a knife, he exuded an aura as sharp as a knife.
"Ghost Hand Sword? It really surprises me! I met you again after more than three years!"
Ye Junlang spoke, looking at the middle-aged warrior in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone.
"Satan!"
The middle-aged warrior named Ghost Hand Sword spoke word by word, his tone full of resentment and resentment, and his eyes staring at Ye Junlang were about to spit out a burst of hatred.
He will never forget the revenge of his broken arm.
His right arm was cut off by Ye Junlang back then.
Ghost Hand Sword is a swordsman in the Shinto style. More than three years ago, he led more than a hundred Shinto style warriors to besiege the Satan army, but they came back defeated. He himself even had an arm cut off. If he had not escaped,
Hurry, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.
After he came back, he learned from the painful experience and did not give up on himself because he lost his right arm holding the sword. Instead, he used his left hand to hold the sword, and actually created a unique left-handed sword fighting technique.
Now, his swordsmanship has reached the eighth level, and he has officially entered the strength level of a great warrior.
"Not long ago, there were Shinto-style warriors who went to China, but they were killed by me. One of them was Sato Tsuda, who seemed to be your disciple. Before he died, I said that your master will soon be
I came down to accompany you. It seems that I did not break my promise. After tonight, you can go to hell to accompany your disciples." Ye Junlang said in an indifferent tone.
"I'm afraid not necessarily!"
Before the Ghost Hand Sword could speak, a majestic voice sounded from a room next to it, and then the wooden door of this room opened, and a middle-aged samurai walked out.
He has a burly body, moves like the wind, and has a power as heavy as a mountain. He looks like a violent ape in human form.
This is also a strong man at the level of a great samurai, but he is not from the Shinto style, but a strong man from the Shinen style, named Takeki Ishino.
The appearance of two great samurai was enough to prove that the prince valued Cao Wei and Kyoko Asai, and he did not hesitate to send two great samurai to protect them. There were also many spies, ninjas, and samurai from the two major schools of Shinto style and Shen Nian style.
"Satan, today is your day of death!" The Ghost Hand Sword raised his left hand, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang looked around the scene, squinted his eyes and said: "Cao Wei, it's already this time, why don't you dare to show up? How long can you hide? If you are a man, stand up and fight head-on! If you can win,
Then you can live happily in this small place from now on, and no one can do anything to you! I think that little Japanese girl has not worn away the blood in your bones, right?"
"Cao Wei, the former secret service agent, has seen the dragon head!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and Cao Wei walked out of a room, followed by Kyoko Asai.
Ye Junlang narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Cao Wei, and then looked at Kyoko Asai beside him, and said with a sarcastic tone: "It was this bitch who made you betray your motherland and your own principles.
Betrayed your beliefs?"
"I know that for China and the Secret Service, I am already a sinner. Now that the matter has come to this, I have nothing to say, and I can't look back. Some things, if you make a wrong step, you will fall into an abyss if you look back again." Cao Weishen
Taking a breath, his face calmed, he laughed at himself and said, "The prince spied on you many times, but finally eliminated you, thinking that you are not the leader of the Chinese nation. He was wrong, and we were wrong too!"
"It's really rare that you have such an awareness. You have the right to make your own choices, but sometimes you need to rely on strength to choose the path you want to take. So, in the final analysis, you still have to rely on your fists to speak, and fight!"
Ye Junlang drank coldly, his whole body boiling with fighting spirit and fierce murderous intent. Under the bloody murderous intent that seemed to be the real thing, the venue on the second floor seemed to have turned into a bloody hell, and he
It’s the Lord of Hell—Satan!
Fight when you have to, without fear!
This is the true nature of Satan!
Two great warriors, a top agent, and an illusion master from the Divine Mind School, the four of them quietly formed a cornering formation, surrounding Ye Junlang.
Even though they had the advantage in numbers, none of them dared to show the slightest sense of contempt.
Because standing in front of them is the strongest trump card of the Chinese military - Dragon Head!
At the same time, he is also the person in the dark world who specializes in killing and creating death—Satan!
laugh!
The Ghost Hand Sword was the first to attack. When he raised the sword in his hand, it instantly turned into a lightning-like sword light, containing awe-inspiring murderous intent, heading straight for Ye Junlang's throat.
Takeki Ishino also moved. He stepped out from the side. Before anyone arrived, a sword had already come to kill him with a violent and powerful momentum.
Cao Wei's eyes flashed, but he did not move. He seemed to be a hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.
As for Asai Kyoko, she suddenly danced, and as she danced, waves of strange fragrance filled the air. Her dance was a kind of sword dance, which looked very beautiful, but a casual glance could attract people's attention. After a while,
If you don't pay attention, that sharp snow-colored sword will stab you out.
This is an illusion, and it is also a combat illusion.