Chapter 926 The terrifying coercion of the Eastern Sword Saint
Whenever the disciples of the East Japan Sword Hall saw Yamamoto Yuwu's head rolling on the ground, they all stood up. Widths of sword intent soared into the sky, and the most intense murderous intent appeared in their pupils, locking Song at the first time
nebula.
Yamamoto Yutake is the pride of their Japan Sword Hall and is the favorite disciple of the Sword Saint.
But now he is dead, and he dies miserably
"Who killed it?"
The disciples of the Sword Hall looked at Song Xingyun. If the other party dared to say something randomly, they would immediately break him into pieces and crush him to pieces.
"Yamamoto Yuwu colluded with Xiao Feng, the leader of the Qing Gang, and wanted to mess with my China. My son Ye Feng was killed in person by Yu Gu, my son asked me to send a head to the Japanese sword saint, warning you Japanese people not to do these tricks, otherwise
How many people come and how many people die”
Song Xingyun paused, held his head high, and continued, "In addition, Mr. Ye asked me to ask a word to the Sword Saint. Twenty days later, at the top of Hang Seng, killing him is like slaughtering a dog. If the Sword Saint of Japan is timid and does not fight.
, My young master will kill himself to the Sword Hall of Japan and take the head of the Sword Saint."
"presumptuous"
"court death"
Song Xingyun's words completely angered the disciples of the Sword Hall. Widths of terrifying sword energy rushed towards Song Xingyun, trying to completely kill this arrogant Chinese.
"It turns out that this is the Japanese Sword Hall, this is the disciple trained by the Japanese Sword Saint, this is the Japanese Sword Taoist, which is really disgusting."
Song Xingyun stood proudly, and a light curtain emerged in front of him without fear
Before he came, he was ready to die
boom
Under the raging sword energy, the light curtain in front of Song Xingyun broke down and took a few steps back. His face was as pale as paper, and a ray of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but the pride in his expression became even more intense, and contempt appeared in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his voice hoarse and loud, "So it's like Japan's swordsmanship, can't you afford to lose so much hahahahahahahaha"
Song Xingyun's laughter fell into the ears of these disciples in the Sword Hall, which seemed extremely harsh.
"Kill him"
A disciple of the Sword Hall was furious and his eyes were red, so he was about to attack Song Xingyun.
But at this moment, an astonishing aura quickly enveloped.
A group of disciples from the Sword Hall changed their faces, and immediately stood upright and respectfully said, "Sword Saint"
A sword light flashed, and the Japanese sword saint appeared near Song Xingyun. A pair of deep eyes that had sunk into the sky glanced at Yamamoto Yuwu's head that fell on the ground. His eyes slightly contracted, and a wisp of seemingly vague pressure fell on Song Xingyun.
He said in a low voice, "Yuyou Yamamoto, who died at the hands of his body?"
As soon as the Japanese Sword Saint appeared, dense cold sweat immediately penetrated Song Xingyun's forehead, and he felt like he was carrying two mountains on his shoulders.
This terrifying pressure makes people breathless
As the voice of the Japanese Sword Saint sounded, Song Xingyun was under even more pressure. The clothes on his shoulders were broken at the first time, and his shoulders were pressed down, and his bones were clattering.
"Kneel down and talk," the Japanese Sword Saint shouted.
The blood vessels on Song Xingyun's face completely protruded, the blue veins on his arms swelled up, his fists clenched, the muscles on his shoulders shattered, and layers of blood appeared. An extremely terrifying force fell on Song Xingyun's body.
, he wanted to kneel down in front of the Japanese Sword Saint.
A group of disciples from the Sword Hall showed grim smiles. They knew best how terrible the pressure of the Sword Saint was.
Even the powerful man in the divine realm can only kneel down and submit
"I am from China. I came on behalf of Mr. Ye, how can I kneel down to you?"
Song Xingyun's eyes were scarlet, and he held his head up to his death, looking at the Japanese Sword Saint proudly, not caring about the blood falling on his shoulders, and his tone was loud, "It seems that Mr. Ye is right, the Japanese Sword Saint is just such a Sword Saint, I
Chinese men stand up to the sky, kneel down to the sky, kneel down to their parents, but will never kneel to Mr. Ye’s defeated generals.”
"snort"
The Japanese Sword Saint snorted lightly, and even more powerful, he said indifferently, "I hope you have the backbone you mentioned."
Song Xingyun's eyes suddenly protruded, and the internal organs, and even every cell was stinging like a knife cut.
Song Xingyun's nails were completely pierced into the flesh and blood of his palm, and a wisp of hidden sword energy was tearing his body apart.
Unless he kneels down for the Japanese Sword Saint, these pressures and sword energy are likely to blow him up directly
In the face of the fear of death, no one will be afraid
But Song Xingyun still stood up like an old pine, as if he didn't care about the breaking of his bones and the weakness of his own aura.
On the contrary, Song Xingyun smiled even more arrogantly, moved his lips, and said word by word like thunder, "Yuyou Yamamoto offended me, China, died at the hands of Mr. Ye in a fair duel. Everyone in the world saw this scene, which can be seen from this,
The Chinese swordsmanship is not inferior to the Japanese swordsmanship, and even has the advantage of the Japanese swordsmanship. Is it not even the courage to admit that it has failed? It’s ridiculous and sad.”
In an instant, Song Xingyun had become a bloody man, and there were countless bones on his body.
But Song Xingyun seemed to feel no pain at all. He forced himself to bear this endless pressure at the cost of his life, looking straight at the Japanese sword saint, showing his Chinese manly style
The Japanese Sword Saint flashed with a strange blue light in his pupils. He looked at Song Xingyun in surprise, then shook his head, restrained all his breath, and said lightly, "I have received the head sent by Mr. Ye, and I will go back and tell Mr. Ye,
Twenty days later, on the top of Hengshan, I will take someone else's head."
"In addition, since the Chinese swordsmanship is so powerful, I am willing to bet on the twelve secret realms and use life and death as the bet, it depends on whether China dares to respond."
After speaking,
The Japanese Sword Saint raised his hand, and Song Xingyun was lifted out of the Japanese Sword Hall, and he took more than ten steps in a row before he stabilized his body.
Song Xingyun spewed out a mouthful of blood, his body was shaking, and he looked at the Japanese Sword Saint, and said, "Twenty days later, on the top of Hengshan, Lord Sword Saint remembers to clean his neck, the glory of Japanese Sword Path ended today.
Injury, Mr. Ye will ask Lord Sword Saint for it one by one.”
After saying that, Song Xingyun turned around and left, full of pride
Seeing Song Xingyun leave, a group of disciples from the Sword Hall were furious.
"Sword Saint, Ye Feng must not let this person go if he bullies others too much."
"Sir Sword Saint, I am willing to go to China to get Ye Feng's head"
The Japanese Sword Saint raised his arm, and a sword energy flew out from his fingertips, destroying Yamamoto Yuwu's head into ashes, and said indifferently, "I didn't expect that after the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, another character appeared, Ye Fengneng
Defeat Eri Haruna and Yamamoto Yutake, naturally, they are not ordinary people. You go there, just to kill yourself.”