Seeing that Ying Yue dared to take the lead, the senior members of the Yagyu family headed by Yagyu Matan became furious, pointing at Ying Yue and started eating and drinking angrily.
"Who am I, my ancestor? How can I allow a little thief like you to be so presumptuous?"
"Yingyue, this is my Yagyu family, not China, and you will not be tolerated!"
"Bold and crazy, you will die..."
"A bunch of trash, they just know how to bark like dogs!"
Ying Yue snorted coldly, and shot out a palm in the air. The terrifying strong wind formed a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun, and pressed down hard on Yagyu Madan and others.
"Click——"
As if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, the giant palm pressed down in the air, emitting a terrifying force. The faces of Yagyu Madan and others changed wildly, and they quickly drew out their long swords and slashed at the giant palm.
"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"
"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"
"The God of Death Shadowless Slash!"
"..."
As expected of a high-ranking member of the Yagyu family, all of them were very powerful. White sword light shot out, intertwined into a web of swords, and strangled them towards the giant palm that covered the sky.
However, the seemingly majestic sword net was like ice and snow melting when it encountered the giant palm that covered the sky. It was vulnerable to a single blow and disappeared without causing any waves.
The giant palm that covered the sky continued to take pictures from the sky, which frightened Yagyu Madan and others to death, but it was too late to escape.
Just when they were about to be crushed to death, the old man took action. He grabbed them casually, and a skinny giant claw flew out of the air and grabbed onto the giant palm.
With a casual tear, the giant palm tore open and then disappeared into thin air.
"Stay away!"
The old man glanced at Yagyu Madan and others and said calmly.
"Yes, ancestor!"
These people had been frightened by Ying Yue for a long time. How could they dare to neglect him? One or two of them ran faster than rabbits. In the blink of an eye, they ran a hundred meters away and hid.
"Young man, no wonder you dare to come here and act so arrogantly!"
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked straight at Ying Yue: "You have some strength and can barely make me interested!"
"hehe!"
Ying Yue couldn't help but smile.
"Remember, the person who killed you...Munei Yagyu!"
The old man's voice was cold, and his body was like an inflated balloon. He began to undergo earth-shaking changes, his skin became shiny, and his snow-white hair turned black.
The wrinkles and age spots on the face disappeared quickly, the body grew taller and taller, and the bones all over the body made a snapping sound...
In just a few breaths, Yagyu Souei transformed from a stale old man into a stout, black-haired middle-aged man.
The aura on his body also underwent a subversive change.
The kind look on his face before made people want to get close to him!
Now he is domineering and majestic, full of breathtaking oppressive power!
"Changed... changed! This old man has become young!!"
Zhao Yang's eyes almost bulged out. He pointed at Yagyu Souei and stammered, as if he had seen a ghost.
However, Ying Yue's eyes were still very dull and had not changed from the beginning to the end. In other words, the difference between Yagyu Soe and the front was all expected.
"Young man, I haven't used force for 60 years since I sealed my sword!"
Yagyu Souei's eyes were filled with gleaming light: "The person who forced me to show my sword last time was the number one myth in China at that time.
It's a pity that that person has a good reputation, but his strength is not as good as expected. He was killed by me in just three moves!
I just don’t know how many moves a little kid like you can catch?”
Hearing this, Ying Yue's eyebrows moved: "So, your hands are still stained with the blood of the Chinese people?"
"hehe!"
Yagyu Souei smiled faintly: "80 years ago, I don't know how many Chinese masters were killed by my sword. Do you think my hands are stained with Chinese blood?"
"80 years ago..."
Ying Yue narrowed his eyes. This year is 2017, and 80 years ago it was 1937. That era was when the Japanese army invaded China.
so……
"I thought you were an old man, and I planned to let you go. Now that your hands are stained with blood, I blame you for being rude!"
Ying Yue's eyes gradually turned cold, and a strong murderous intention arose in his heart.
"Haha, I am already over a hundred years old. During the darkest period of your China, it was the era when my strength increased greatly and I was high-spirited!"
Yagyu Souei put his hands behind his back and looked at the green mountains with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "At that time, our Japanese army attacked China, and we samurai sniped at your Chinese martial arts masters.
Killing a Chinese master not only represents a great honor, but also a huge reward, so at that time, I led a large number of masters to be active in the land of China for a long time!"
Having said this, Yagyu Sowei turned to look at Ying Yue and grinned: "The number of Chinese masters who died in my hands was not less than a thousand, but also eight hundred, and the number of the masters alone was not less than a hundred.
Do you know why your current masters from China are not as good as us in Japan? It’s because we killed them all and there was a gap!"
The more he talked, the more proud he became, as if he was showing off his past glory.
Yagyu Madan and others who retreated a hundred meters away were fascinated and excited after hearing this.
The fate of a samurai is to fight!
Is there anything more exciting than hunting Chinese masters and using the entire Chinese martial arts world as a hunting ground?
"So you are a butcher with bloody hands!"
Ying Yue's murderous intent overflowed when he heard this, and his voice was fierce: "An executioner like you has survived until now without incident. How short-sighted is this!"
"God? What is God?"
Yagyu Souei sneered: "You should understand that the strong are respected, the big fist is the sky, and the weak is the original sin!"
"You're right, weakness is the original sin!"
Ying Yue nodded and said calmly: "If you die here today, you can only blame yourself for being weak!"
"As long as you can kill me, I have nothing to say!"
Yagyu Souei dismissed it: "I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"
"Yeah?"
Ying Yue smiled strangely, took a step forward, and quietly appeared in front of Yagyu Souei.
The speed was so fast that Yagyu Souei was obviously unable to react, and a hint of dumbfoundment flashed across his face.
However, before he could respond, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made him stunned.
How long has it been since you experienced this kind of pain?
50 years?
60 years?
Or 70 years?
Anyway, it’s been a long, long time!
Therefore, when the feeling of pain reappeared, Yagyu Munue immediately woke up, looked down, and saw Ying Yue's fist imprinted on his chest.
The terrifying punch force was released, directly punching a big hole in his chest, and then forming a fist-shaped bulge on his back.
The strength actually comes out of the body!
"How can it be?"
Yagyu Souei's eyes widened, his feet flashed, and he appeared a few meters away. Then he touched his chest, feeling the severe pain, and looked at Ying Yue with eyes full of disbelief.
"You...you actually hurt me?"
"I will not only hurt you today, but I will also kill you!"
