The first thousand three hundred and forty chapters are very fast swords
The solid steel door seemed to turn into a thin piece of paper under Yang Hao's sword, and was easily torn apart.
Saburo Ono looked at the crack that suddenly appeared on the car door, with a look of despair in his eyes.
The car door was pulled open with a bang, and Yang Hao's face appeared in front of Saburo Ono, with an undisguised sarcasm on his face: "You were not like this a few days ago."
Ono Saburo cursed in his heart, "Damn it, I was the one who had the upper hand and caught the turtle in the jar, but now I have become the caught turtle. Can this reaction and expression be the same?"
Saburo Ono held the katana tightly and stepped out of the car in front of Yang Hao. Looking at Yang Hao's bright long sword, his heart felt tight.
This sword has already killed so many people, should I be added to the list today?
Saburo Ono felt extremely bitter in his heart. He stared at Yang Hao in front of him and said solemnly: "Are you Yang Hao?"
Yang Hao was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"
Yang Hao did not deny it, because he was full of doubts, since the other party could call his name in one breath!
Yang Hao stared at Saburo Ono, waiting for the answer. He had also dressed up in disguise when he came to Japan this time. Even in front of Zhonghai's friends, they probably didn't dare to say that they could completely recognize him, but in this Japan, a stranger
Someone he had never met actually called out his name. How could Yang Hao not be shocked?
Seeing that Yang Hao didn't deny it, Saburo Ono took it as acquiescence. His heart tightened and he said in a deep voice: "If I tell you the reason, can you let me go?"
Yang Hao frowned and said, "Tell me about it."
Saburo Ono insisted: "If you don't promise me, then I won't tell you. I'm afraid you won't even know the reason."
Yang Hao smiled coldly: "The reason, that's not important!"
Yang Hao held up his Piaoxue Sword and took two steps towards Saburo Ono: "Your master, Yamamoto Sasaki, is the master of Nizhaitang. You are his proud disciple. You must be very powerful. Let me see you."
Let’s do kendo!”
Saburo Ono saw Yang Hao approaching, and the sweat on his vest burst out. He didn't bother to bargain with Yang Hao, and said loudly: "The person who recognized you is Master Kimura Maki!"
Yang Hao stopped, frowned, and asked in surprise: "Why does he think I am Yang Hao? I have never met him..."
Saburo Ono quickly argued: "He doesn't know you, but he recognized the woman who drove you to save you. He said that woman originally belonged to him..."
Is it Rika Sakai?
Yang Hao finally understood that when he killed Ito Suzuki Mei, he told her that Sakai Rika had been killed by him. She must have reported this matter to Kimura Maki and also reported her name. Now he
When he saw Sakai Rika, he naturally thought of himself. Well, he didn't recognize himself, but inferred his identity.
"He came to Nagata?"
Saburo Ono shook his head and said: "My master is still here, he will not come over. Yang Hao, what grudge do you have against my master? Do you have to kill him?"
Yang Hao sneered: "Did you know that your master has a nickname called Soul Killer?"
Ono Saburo's expression changed. He was Yamamoto Sasaki's proud disciple, so he naturally knew more about Yamamoto's affairs.
Zhanhun is a nickname of Yamamoto Sasaki, and his nickname corresponds to the identity of a killer, which means that he will only use this nickname when killing people, and many people don’t even know that Yamamoto Sasaki has this nickname. Yang Hao mentioned
This nickname probably means someone died at the hands of Yamamoto Sasaki, and Yang Hao came here for revenge!
"Yes, has he offended you?"
Yang Hao sneered: "He didn't offend me, but he killed my friend's whole family, and he tortured and killed them cruelly in front of her."
Ono Saburo's face suddenly became very embarrassed. It was obviously impossible to resolve such a huge hatred, and it was impossible to let it go so easily with just a few words.
"The person who has a grudge against you is my master. I have no grudge against you. Why do you want to kill them all?"
Yang Hao looked at the other party mockingly: "If my strength hadn't exceeded your expectations, my body would have disappeared to nowhere, and now you tell me that you have no hatred?"
Ono Saburo said with an ugly face: "But you came into my villa and wanted to deal with me. Can't I fight back?"
Yang Hao's eyes became a little mocking and strange again: "Are you going to get yourself out of the situation and say that your master's grudges are none of your business?"
Ono Saburo's face was a little flushed, and he resisted and said: "No one wants to die. Tell me, how can you let me go?"
Yang Hao suddenly smiled: "There is really a possibility of letting you go..."
Saburo Ono's eyes lit up and he asked impatiently: "What's possible?"
The Piaoxue Sword in Yang Hao's hand gently waved out a gorgeous sword flower, and replied in a calm voice: "Beat me, as long as you can defeat me, you can leave alive!"
The look on Saburo Ono's face suddenly froze. Defeat you?
If I could defeat you, I would have killed you a long time ago, and why would I still be here arguing with you?
Didn't you say that for nothing?
Yang Hao's eyes suddenly looked into the distance. There, some cars appeared on the road and drove towards this direction.
Yang Hao withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "It's almost time, let's use the sword!"
Saburo Ono was extremely anxious. His master had said that this person was an absolute master and would be his strong rival. Saburo Ono was much weaker than his master, which also meant that he was definitely not Yang Hao's opponent.
Onosaburo opened his mouth and wanted to say something else to delay time, but Yang Hao no longer gave him any more time to delay. The Piaoxue sword in his hand stabbed Onosaburo directly in the chest.
Saburo Ono screamed strangely, took a step back, pulled out his samurai sword, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at Yang Hao, cleanly and fiercely.
Since there is no way to escape, no matter whether you can fight or not, there is only one battle left, and you cannot let the other party chop off your head.
The power of Yang Hao's sword changed, his inner energy surged crazily, and Yang Hao's sword and samurai sword struck each other heavily.
The sword light flashed past like snow.
Bang, the katana in Saburo Ono's hand suddenly broke into two halves, and the upper half fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound.
Ono Saburo maintained the posture of drawing the sword, staring at Yang Hao with his eyes filled with disbelief and endless fear.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. Half of his clothes fell off, and a red line on his body was constantly expanding, and then quickly turned into a spurting line of blood!
Ono Saburo stared at Yang Hao desperately, and shouted desperately: "What a fast sword!"
The next second, blood spurted out, and Saburo Ono's body suddenly split into two halves... (To be continued)