"These Japanese people really don't keep their word!"
"asshole!"
The Japanese people actually wanted to kidnap their sect leader, and a group of Yaowang sect disciples became extremely angry.
"Don't even think about it!" Miao Anzhen's face changed wildly.
"If you don't obey me, her life may not be saved." Ping Song's voice was cold.
Take action instantly!
The Japanese sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and with murderous intent, he struck directly at Meng Wenxue.
Miao Anzhen wanted to stop him, so she struck out with a palm.
"Humph, it's up to you!"
Ping Song casually waved his hand and opened Miao Anzhen with one palm. If he hadn't kept Miao Anzhen useful, this palm would have been enough to seriously injure Miao Anzhen.
"Whoa!"
Ping Song's knife had already reached Meng Wenxue's neck.
"If she continues to resist, her life may not be saved!" Ping Song's voice was cold.
"Haha, a mere piece of Chinese trash dares to challenge Lord Pingsong!"
"She is looking for death. If she dares to resist, her daughter will let us have a good time!"
The Japanese warriors behind him suddenly made a mocking sound.
Miao Anzhen's face changed wildly.
Meng Wenxue's delicate body trembled, wishing she could die under the knife, but she was already controlled and could not move.
"Great, there are so many Japanese warriors here, I don't even bother to look for them!"
At this time, a voice sounded, and a young man walked out slowly.
A young man in black robe came out.
The black robe swayed slightly, the young man's face was calm, and he walked out slowly step by step.
he came!
Meng Wenxue's eyes suddenly lit up, and an expression of relief suddenly appeared in her heart. With this young man, she felt extremely at ease.
"Who are you, looking for death?"
A Japanese warrior was furious, his sword was icy cold, and he struck Ye Qinghuan with his sword.
"boom!"
Ye Qinghuan kicked out and instantly kicked the Japanese warrior away, causing blood to spurt out.
"who are you?"
Ping Song's pupils shrank and he shouted sharply.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's die together!" Ye Qinghuan shook his head gently.
"you wanna die!"
Ping Song let go of Meng Wenxue, holding the Japanese sword in his hand, and walked towards Ye Qinghuan step by step.
His aura suddenly bloomed. He was a Martial Emperor-level warrior. He was extremely powerful and domineering, sending chills that made people's hearts tremble.
"Ye Qinghuan, be careful, he is a strong man from the Japanese country, Pingsong Shaluo. He once fought against Mu Chen. He defeated eighteen of our Chinese strong men by himself. His attacks are ruthless and his sword skills are extremely fast!"
Meng Wenxue's mother shouted.
Ping and Song were overjoyed and shouted in surprise: "Ye Qinghuan, you are Ye Qinghuan, haha, great, go to hell. I have been looking for so long and finally found it."
"Whoa!"
Before Ping Song finished speaking, one of his arms was gone. Ye Qinghuan's Xuan Yan Sword flew out and cut off his arm directly.
Everyone changed their colors like crazy.
"ah!"
Ping Song screamed, holding the knife in one hand and slashing at Ye Qinghuan.
"I am going to kill you!"
Ping Song was filled with murderous intent.
"Snapped!"
Ye Qinghuan slapped him in the face, and with a loud sound, the furious Ping Song was thrown away.
"Just you, kill me?"
Ye Qinghuan stepped on Ping Song, his eyes cold.
"Let go of Mr. Hiramatsu!"
These warriors were furious and wanted to attack them.
"Rubbish!"
Ye Qinghuan raised his hand, and a huge shadow appeared in the Xuan Yan Sword. With one strike, the sword light was overwhelming and crushed down. Blood flew everywhere, and these people were killed directly!
"I'm going to kill you!" Ping Song said angrily, anger burning in his eyes.
"Can you tell me something practical?" Ye Qinghuan shook his head slightly. These people always like to call nonsense.
Why call him out when he obviously can't be killed? Ye Qinghuan is a practical person and doesn't like such useless words.
"How many of you are there in total?" Ye Qinghuan shouted sharply.
"You can kill me, but Nakamura-sama will definitely avenge me and cut you into pieces!" Hiramatsu shouted sternly.
Ye Qinghuan suddenly raised his foot, let go of Ping Song, and said calmly: "Let's go."
Huh? What do you mean? He was scared?
Ping Song was stunned for a moment.
"I'll stay here for three days. Let's bring all the warriors from your Japanese country. That Nakamura you mentioned, let him cut me into pieces!"
Ye Qinghuan said calmly.
Ping Song had already stood up, his face turning red. Ye Qinghuan's nonchalant tone gave him a huge insult. The most unbearable thing for Japanese people was to be looked down upon by others.
Especially Chinese people!
"Don't be too arrogant, Ye Qinghuan, our Lord Nakamura will definitely kill you to take revenge and prove the power of our Japanese martial arts!"
Nakamura shouted sharply.
"I'm not arrogant. Your Japanese martial arts are also very powerful. Okay, let's go quickly and let Nakamura take revenge." Ye Qinghuan waved his hand impatiently.
Ping Song was so angry that he vomited blood!
The more relaxed Ye Qinghuan is and the more he says he is not good enough, the more he feels despised.
"Okay, wait, you will definitely regret it!" Ping Song was furious.
"Get out!" Ye Qinghuan's face turned cold instantly, "If you don't get out, you don't have to leave."
Ping Song's face changed drastically, he turned around and ran away immediately.
He is no match. Only by letting Mr. Nakamura take action can this madman be subdued.
"Ye Qinghuan, why are you here? Thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid our entire Medicine King Sect would have been destroyed!" Meng Wenxue came over and thanked her sincerely.
Ye Qinghuan nodded lightly. After all, he was refining medicine at the Yaowang Sect. These were some rewards.
"Ye Qinghuan, you really have to wait here until Nakamura from the Japanese country comes. He is a super strong man from the Japanese country, many times more powerful than Pingsong. Even Mu Chen is no match for him!" Miao Anzhen said in a deep voice.
Meng Wenxue also showed a trace of worry on her face.
Mu Chen!
His reputation in the hearts of everyone is too strong. The King of Soldiers of China and the God of War in the army are so powerful that they are no match for Nakamura.
Although Ye Qinghuan was well-known, those rumors were too exaggerated. They had not seen it with their own eyes and did not know what level Ye Qinghuan had reached.
"No problem!"
Ye Qinghuan shook his head gently.
Ye Qinghuan stayed directly at Yaowangmen. One day later, people from the Japanese Ping Knife Society finally arrived at Yaowangmen.
The so-called Nakamura is also among them.
Hundreds of Japanese warriors, holding long knives and hunting with cold light, are extremely powerful. This force is enough to destroy the entire Yaowang Sect.
Even the entire Jiangdong could not resist.
"Ye Qinghuan, there are too many of them. Nakamura is the one-eyed swordsman!" Miao Anzhen said.
Opposite, among the hundreds of warriors, there was indeed a one-eyed warrior standing. He had a cold face, walked out step by step, and looked directly at Ye Qinghuan, his eyes like lightning.
Meng Wenxue and the disciples of Yaowang Sect trembled in their hearts, and there were worries on their faces. Nakamura's aura was too strong. Although he did not take action, everyone could already feel the pressure.