The ten-meter-high tornado rotated at high speed in the sky, and the snow-white wind blades converged towards the center of the tornado like sharp blades.
Then he cut hard on Tsukahara Jusanro's body.
"Ah! It hurts..."
Tsukahara Jusanro let out a shrill scream that shook a ten-mile radius.
"what happened?"
"what happens?"
Everyone on Mount Fuji was startled. Even when they looked up, they were a little shocked when they saw the tornado in the sky.
However, the tornado appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly.
After only appearing for about ten seconds, it disappeared without a trace, and then a bunch of things fell from the sky onto the mountain below.
Everything returned to calmness again, as if nothing had happened!
"What happened to that tornado just now?"
The people on Mount Fuji were confused, especially the screams just now, which made them secretly wonder, something happened on the mountain?
Little did they know that something had indeed happened on the mountain, and it was something serious. At this moment, hundreds of masters from all over the world were staring at the things in front of them, all with shock on their faces.
Right in front of them, five or six meters away from them, were scattered a bunch of blood-red things.
It was scattered pieces of fish-like minced meat, intestines, bones, mixed with blood, brains, feces and urine...
"This, this, this...how could this happen?"
"Did Tsukahara Jusanro become such a pile of things?"
"No...impossible! Impossible! How is it possible?"
Their eyes were about to bulge out, and hundreds of masters opened their mouths wide, unable to believe their eyes.
The famous Japanese swordsman who was so majestic just now and chatting and laughing with them - the Storm Swordsman Tsukahara Jusanro, turned into a pile of minced meat in the blink of an eye???
How is this possible??
"who?"
"Who killed my brother?"
At this moment, Tsukahara Haruto, the head of the Tsukahara family, jumped in front of Ying Yue and Zhao Yang, holding the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand.
He stared at them with blood-red eyes: "Which of you killed my brother?"
An aura comparable to that of a peak master emanated from him, and it immediately affected Ying Yue and Zhao Yang.
Ying Yue was indifferent, but Zhao Yang's expression changed wildly, and he was almost pushed to the ground, if not for Ying Yue's gentle pat on his shoulder.
Zhao Yang will be lying on the ground in the next second.
"You! Did you kill my brother?"
Tsukahara Haruto abandoned Zhao Yang, fixed his eyes on Ying Yue, and roared in a low voice.
The other masters looked at Ying Yue one after another, and their eyes became strange.
Tsukahara Haruto is the pinnacle master, how powerful is he?
If he was really an ordinary person, he would have fallen down long ago, but Ying Yue was not only fine, but he was calm and calm, as if nothing was wrong!
This is the biggest abnormality!
Therefore, there must be something wrong with Yingyue.
Facing the formidable Tsukahara Haruto and hundreds of pairs of doubtful eyes, Zhao Yang shivered, but Ying Yue looked at Tsukahara Haruto and said calmly: "Do you want to die too?"
It was a very calm sentence, but it undoubtedly indirectly admitted that he was the one who killed Tsukahara Jusanro.
Tsukahara Haruto became angry instantly: "Boy, how dare you kill my brother, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces and crush your bones into ashes!"
The terrifying voice was still echoing in the void, and his men suddenly disappeared on the spot, "choking", accompanied by the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.
A sharp sword flashing with cold light appeared on top of Ying Yue's head like a ghost, and then with a thunderous force, it slashed down from top to bottom on Ying Yue's head.
It seems to be splitting Yingyue in half!
"So...so fast!"
"What a speed!"
"Is this the strength possessed by the head of the Tsukahara family, one of Japan's four great sword master families?"
"The head of the Tsukahara family struck with anger, and this Chinese boy is going to drink his hatred!"
"Death is certain!"
When the grandmaster standing on the hill saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat and he was impressed by Tsukahara Haruto's strength.
There were hundreds of masters present, but there were absolutely few who dared to say that they could beat Tsukahara Haruto.
Especially after seeing his strength, I was even more shocked!
However, what shocked all the masters was that facing this thunderous blow, Ying Yue's lips showed a touch of sarcasm.
Then slowly stretch out the index finger of your right hand and touch it across the top of your head.
"Ding--"
As if it was chopping on steel, after the sword fell, it made a sound of gold and iron clashing, and then could not save a cent.
"impossible!!!"
All the masters lost their voices, their pupils shrank sharply, and their faces were horrified.
The most horrifying person in the audience was Tsukahara Haruto. The weapon in his hand was the famous Japanese sword Nagabune, which was extremely sharp and combined with his cultivation as a peak master.
Even a heavy tank can be split in half, but it cannot cut off a finger of the man in front of him.
This is simply ridiculous and excessive!
"Impossible! It's impossible!"
Tsukahara Haruto fell into madness, his wrists kept shaking, and in the blink of an eye, the famous sword Nagabune slashed dozens of times like lightning.
But without exception, they were all blocked by Ying Yue's index finger.
At this time, Tsukahara Haruto was completely stunned.
A wave of cold air rose from the soles of his feet and went straight to the sky along his back. Tsukahara Haruto was suddenly enveloped in huge panic.
"You...who are you?"
Tsukahara swallowed his saliva and asked in a dry voice.
"There is no need for dead people to know!"
Ying Yue smiled faintly and tapped his index finger gently. It looked very slow, like a snail crawling, but...
Tsukahara Haruto just can’t avoid it!
"Boom——"
Putting his index finger on his forehead, Tsukahara Haruto was shocked, his pupils dilated, and he fell to the ground without making a sound.
"hiss--"
"hiss--"
There were sounds of gasping for air on the mountaintop!
Hundreds of grandmasters, whether Japanese, Chinese, or from all over the world, all froze in place as if their acupoints had been tapped.
Their eyes were dull. They looked down at Tsukahara Haruto, who had lost his voice, and then at Ying Yue, who had a smile on his lips. A bone-chilling chill arose in their hearts.
One finger!
With just one finger, he killed Tsukahara Haruto, the pinnacle master from the Jiansheng family!
How terrifying must the cultivation of the young man in front of me be?
"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, who are you? Why do you invade the important place for martial arts competitions and cause unprovoked killings?"
After a while, Yagyu Madan was the first to come to his senses. His whole body was tense, and he held the handle of the knife with his right hand. He looked at Ying Yue with a wary expression and asked in a deep voice.
As soon as these words came out, Miyamoto Emon, Kamiizumi Denki and other Japanese masters all came to their senses, staring at Ying Yue with evil eyes, ready to attack if they disagreed with him.
Seeing their actions, Ying Yue smiled disdainfully.
"I'm here because you invited me to compete!
The reason why I want to kill people is because these two little Japanese were the first to attack me, haha, they want to kill me, of course I want to kill them!"
