Yan Jiuyou's voice was deafening and resounded in everyone's hearts.
Everyone was shocked when they looked at Miyamoto's eyes vomiting blood and dying.
Especially those from Japan, they know best how powerful Miyamoto is
This is a representative figure of Japanese warriors. His strength is unfathomable and his state of explosion with all his strength is almost unrivaled.
But just like that, he was completely beaten up and had no power to fight back
This made them begin to suspect that Japanese martial arts are really stronger than Chinese martial arts
"War well, this is the style of the Chinese soldiers king. Let those people see the power of Chinese martial arts." A soldier roared, his blood seemed to be burning.
"Hahaha, I'll see if I'm overestimating my ability. Has my elder brother Yan Jiuyou ever lost the face of China?" Some people's eyes were red, and they were happy for Yan Jiuyou from the bottom of their hearts.
The group of people who mocked Yan Jiuyou and accused Ye Feng and Huawu Organization of the group were silent and could not say anything.
Nangong Lingtian, Dongfang Bai Ouyang Tianci and Sima Kongming's faces darkened.
Yan Jiuyou's strength was completely beyond their imagination, which also indirectly reflected Ye Feng's strength.
Just like Yan Jiuyou, it is enough to pose a threat to them.
"As far as I know, Ye Feng can restore the strength of the strong men who have lost their martial arts to their strength. A group of strong men from the Huawu Organization and the military headquarters have returned to the battlefield, so there are countless strong men who have joined Ye Feng's power. If this is the case, it will be the case again.
If you let it go, the strength of Ye Feng and the Huawu Organization will become stronger and stronger. As one rises and the other falls, our situation will be even more dangerous." Dongfang Bai looked at Ye Feng's upright posture and said solemnly.
"So, we must cut the mess quickly, and we cannot let Ye Feng and the Huawu Organization continue to grow and grow, otherwise what awaits us will be complete destruction."
Mr. Zhao, who was beside him, clenched his fists and couldn't help but scream good words
As the general of China's battles, the happiest thing he is to see the moment of glory of China.
"Ahem"
Mr. Zhao was gasping heavily, his originally pale face turned red, and his energy seemed to have completely recovered.
Zhao Shuangyan's heart sank. She knew that this was the last time her grandfather had returned to her.
"Save me"
Miyamoto's eyes, who fell to the ground and suffered the pain of tearing, were hoarse and asked for help.
He doesn't want to die yet
How could he die at the hands of a Chinese
"It's impossible not to die." Yan Jiuyou's murderous aura was completely released. He raised his big foot and was about to stomp Miyamoto's head into pieces.
But at this moment,
A figure rushed towards Yan Jiuyou like a rainbow light, and a sword fell from mid-air, trying to cut Yan Jiuyou into two halves in an instant
This mutation was unexpected to everyone
The strength of this sword made people shudder, felt a moment of despair, and could not have any desire to resist.
The Japanese swordsman Uehara Izumi was the one who took action.
He doesn't care about breaking the rules
As long as Yan Jiuyou dies, the winner of this battle will still be Miyamoto Me and the Japanese martial arts.
"mean"
"The Japanese martial arts are so unbearable"
But the people from Japan showed a grim smile.
They knew that Yan Jiuyou could not stop the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan's thrust attack
But in an instant, Ye Feng seemed to have judged the actions of the Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Quan, and first stepped forward to Yan Jiuyou, raised the Canglan sword, and rushed towards the Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Quan.
go.
boom
Sword energy scattered
The entire Hengshan Mountain kept shaking.
Bang
In other words, Yan Jiuyou stepped down and slashed Miyamoto's head.
Miyamoto's soul dispersed in despair and fear, and there was no complete corpse
Plasma ejaculation,
Sprinkle on the top of Hengshan Mountain.
A group of people from Japan clenched their fists and were extremely angry.
This is the first time that Japan's martial arts has been defeated in so many years.
And he lost so miserably
"Well killed" Ye Feng smiled and looked at Yan Jiuyou, exclaiming.
"Mr. Xie Ye made it happen" Yan Jiuyou exhaled a breath, and he finally washed away the shame of that year.
"Next, it's my battle."
Ye Feng turned his head and looked at the gloomy Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, showing a look of disdain. "It turns out that the so-called Japanese sword saint is a shameless person who attacks sneak attacks. How can you be qualified to be called a sword saint? Don't
I insulted the sword saint and asked me to say, you don’t even have the qualification to hold a sword.”
"The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy. This battle has always been like this. The three secret realms that Japan lost will be handed over to the Huawu Organization, but soon, I will regain ten secret realms."
The Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, sounded cold, pointed the tip of the Tiancongyun Sword at Ye Feng's heart, and strands of sword energy wrapped around him, with murderous aura sternly "Now, it's our duel."
In an instant,
The murderous intent of the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan permeates the entire Hengshan Mountain.
Everyone feels the terrifying and cold murderous intention of this sword saint
Yan Jiuyou shivered, quietly retreated, and returned the battlefield to Ye Feng.
He believes,
This man,
I will definitely be able to trample this shitty Japanese sword saint under my feet
This man,
Never lose the reputation of China
"Sword Saint, kill him as fast as possible"
"Sword Saint, don't give him any chance to resist. Execute him with one sword and a sword to let these Chinese people understand the power of our Japanese swordsmanship."
"Miyamoto's death is repaid with Ye Feng's blood"
People from Japan were extremely vicious and cursed Ye Feng one after another.
Ye Feng smiled lightly, and a red robe moved with the wind, pointing Canglan's sword at the Japanese sword saint Uenaki Quan. "All the humiliation suffered by the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, Mr. Zhao, and the Chinese sword cultivator should be today.
After that, I will let you understand that in front of the Chinese swordsmanship, your Japanese swordsmanship is not worth mentioning.”
"Hahahahaha, when will the Chinese swordsmanship that I have been suppressed by myself for more than ten years be so arrogant in front of me?" The Japanese swordsman, Uehara Quan, said coldly, and his breath rose to the peak in an instant, and he reached the highest level in the divine realm in an instant.
peak
Ye Feng was full of fighting spirit and his aura was also elevated to the extreme at this moment.
Sneak
Widths of energy intertwined, and fireworks flashed in the air.
With a bang, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi took the lead in action
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi left behind unseen figures on the spot, moving in the air, disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Vanished"
"Once the speed is extremely fast, it is probably dangerous to be unable to capture Ye Feng with the naked eye."
"This is the body technique created by Lord Sword Saint. Ye Feng is afraid that he will die if he doesn't even see the figure of Lord Sword Saint. This battle will end at the beginning."