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 has finally reached the end of his strength. Now he is just pretending to be strong."
He believed that after Miyamoto's battle, Ye Fan no longer had much strength.
Yamamoto Jiro raised his chin, murderous intent flashing in his eyes:
"Ye Fan, for the sake of Miss Lu and the others, you can kneel down and be captured. Let me take you back to Yang Kingdom 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, but now you are injured, you are no match for us."
Ye Fan stared at Yamamoto Jiro and smiled:
"I admit that I am injured, but I am still 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 and terrifying.
"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 audience 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 their nerves and stepped forward to say hello with nervous expressions: "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 the nine thousand years old was extraordinary, when he saw his thin and frail appearance, he still raised his neck:
"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 other party's aggressive behavior, Yamamoto Jiro became angry on the spot:
"If you are sensible today and take the initiative to take Ye Fan 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 felt weak on their feet and knelt down with a plop.
It's not that they want to kneel down, but the momentum of the nine thousand years old is too strong, like a thousand mountains pressing down on them, and they can't bear it at all.
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 a nine-thousand-year-old man, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have!
Nine thousand years old is actually so strong?
Seeing Lu Qing, who was nine thousand years old, take action for the first time, 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 knew in the mountain sect, it would be 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 said with difficulty:
"I have offended you, please forgive me, and 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 that the gap between himself and Jiu Qian was a gap that he could not overcome in his entire life.
"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 Miyamoto disciples were killed instantly!
A chill rose from the chests of people like Lu Qing. 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 had to bite the bullet and step forward. After all, she often traveled to Yangguo Martial Arts:
"Nine thousand years old, only a small amount of water, enough is enough..."
"Snapped--"
Jiu Qiansui slapped him in the face: "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."
"Click——"
Feeling the danger, Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, he gritted his teeth and got up and broke 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 Tianzang and the others..."
Jiu Qiansui walked up to Yamamoto Jiro and said indifferently:
"Six months later, the president of the Martial Alliance slaughtered the dog left behind and will take the first envoy Ye Fan to challenge the ten geniuses of the Yang Kingdom."
"In Miyamoto's words, it determines both victory and defeat, as well as life and death."
