Japanese swordsmanship pursues ultimate speed.
Pull out the weapon in an instant, without giving the enemy any chance to react, one hit kills.
At this moment, Yuan Hideo urged his inner strength to the extreme, clutching the hilt of the sword tightly, the boy Kei Anzu who killed the demon, like an evil dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years, was about to get out of the sheath immediately.
Unstoppable and unstoppable!
Everything in the world can't escape with this trick.
Gen Hideo slammed his wrist
Received!
Handle it!
A series of Juhe movements swayed out like clouds and flowing water.
"Hohoho!"
The boy Che An Gang in the sheath uttered low noises, wishing to get out of the sheath immediately and drank the enemy's blood.
Kameda and another Japanese warrior had a hideous look on their faces. In their opinion, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and the dead could no longer die.
Finally, Yuan Yinglang forcefully drew his sword with his right hand, preparing to chop off Ye Fan's head with a perfect Juhe.
At the very moment, something incredible happened—
Ye Fan's figure appeared by his side like a ghost, and his right index finger was lightly pressing on his wrist.
This finger seemed to be light and soft, but in an instant burst of great power, like the Yangtze River burst, acting on Yuan Yinglang's body, making him stiff and paralyzed, as if he was electrocuted, unable to move.
That boy cut Anzuo, and couldn't pull out the sheath!
For the Japanese warriors, the sword is not only a weapon, but also an extension of his body, like an arm's command, which is connected with each other.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the sword is there, and the sword is dead."
A samurai, if he can't even control his own weapons, then what is the meaning of existence?
However, the strange situation now made Gen Hideo horrified.
It took a few seconds before he recovered from the paralyzed state, his figure retreated five or six meters, he was dumbfounded, his vest was completely soaked in cold sweat, as if he had walked before the gate of a ghost.
The master moves, and the victory or defeat is instant.
Yuan Yinglang knew that just a few seconds of his stiff body was enough for Ye Fan to kill him several times.
What made him feel more embarrassed was that he really couldn't pull out the sword.
When Ye Fan said that before, he still pretended to be a persecutor as Ye Fan, who knew Ye Fan actually did it.
For a time, Yuan Yinglang felt unprecedented pressure, and the enemies he had encountered before did not seem to be as terrifying as Ye Fan.
...
Under the pressure, Yuan Hideo's eyes are red, and he looks mad, and said viciously: "Smelly boy, you are very strong, but the ultimate winner will be me! We are the invincible existence of the Japanese martial arts, let me die. Right!"
As soon as the voice fell, Gen Hideo rushed forward again, preparing to perform Juhe Slash, moving up to three points faster than before.
However, Ye Fan repeated his old tricks, appearing by his side like a ghost, and it was a who pointed him on his wrist.
"boom!"
The boy Kei An Gang had just been pulled out one centimeter, and was immediately pushed back.
"There are so many flaws, you can't stand a blow! Are you just this capable?" Ye Fan sneered without mercy.
These words, like an invisible slap, slammed Yuan Hideo's face fiercely.
humiliation!
The shame of the red alder fruit!
At this moment, Yuan Hideo only felt that all his pride had been crushed to pieces.
He is the young master of Qinghe Genji, a genius in the world of Japanese martial arts, and a player who came to participate in the global martial arts conference.
However, facing a mere Chinese teenager, he couldn't even pull out the sword.
If this matter were to be passed back to the country of Japan, he would definitely become a laughingstock, and he would not be able to raise his head since then, even Genji's reputation would be affected.
Not far away, Kameda and another Japanese warrior who were watching the battle no longer looked proud of their faces, replaced by shocks that were hard to conceal.
The scene happening in front of us has caused an unprecedented visual impact on people.
Invisibly, there was a big hand, squeezing their hearts fiercely, almost suffocating.
If Gen Hideo can't draw the sword for the first time, it can be interpreted as a coincidence.
So the second time, it is inevitable.
The power gap between Yuan Yinglang and Ye Fan is beyond imagination, like a cloud and mud.
...
"No! Impossible!"
Yuan Hideo seemed to be completely irrational and mad, gritted his teeth and roared: "Sina boy, how can your strength be so terrifying! I'm fighting with you!"
After saying this, Yuan Hideo's eyes drenched, revealing a tragic and determined will, as if to put life and death away, ready to display the peerless killer move of burning jade and stone to death.
However, ideals are full and reality is very skinny.
Ye Fan made a big move and shouted:
"come!"
Say what you say.
The boy Qi An Gang, as if being called by a mysterious power, abruptly broke free from Yuan Yinglang's control, and flew into Ye Fan's hands.
"Chang!"
Ye Fan flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and immediately, a cold sword shot out. The blade was sharp. After hundreds of years, there was no rust at all. It revealed the horrible atmosphere of killing and cutting. It was really a murderous killer. Bing!
Ye Fan shook his wrist, and the polished knife flashed like an electric light. The sharp blade tore through the sky and stuck it to Yuan Yinglang's neck. As long as one more strand of hair is ahead, he can cut his skin and make him blood splash. on the spot.
All this is a long story, but it happened between lightning and fire.
Ordinary people like Manager Smith and the waitress only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the boy Kei Anzuo changed hands in an instant, putting him on Gen Hideo's neck.
For a while, there was no sound in the field, the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence. The situation changed drastically.
Yuan Yinglang seemed to have been subjected to a fixation technique, his whole body tensed, motionless, even holding his breath, for fear that Ye Fan's hand would slip, he cut his own throat directly.
For the first time in his life, he felt such close contact with death.
Kameda and another Japanese warrior were also dumbfounded, with a dumbfounded expression, they couldn't believe their eyes.
As for Manager Smith, he is even more anxious.
You know, Qinghe Genji is the major shareholder of the hotel. If Gen Hideo died here, he would not only be expelled, maybe he would suffer revenge.
On the other hand, Tang Long was very excited, all his previous suffocation was released, and he exulted.
The waitress was also excited, as if she had seen a savior.
...
"Boy, I advise you to put down the sword quickly! I am the heir of Kiyomizu Genji. If you injure one of my vellus hairs, you will definitely suffer devastating revenge!" Yuan Hideo said harshly, trying to scare me in this way Ye Fan.
However, how could Ye Fan be afraid, shaking his wrist, slapped his face fiercely with the spine of his sword.
"Papa Papa Papa!!!"
A series of intensive sounds, ringing one after another, are endless.
Although it was the spine of the sword rather than the edge of the sword that slapped his face, the damage was not so strong, but Yuan Hideo's face was quickly turned red.
Yuan Hideo was ashamed and indignant, resisting the humiliation, gritted his teeth and said:
"Boy China, I lost today, but don’t be proud! If there is something, you will kill me, otherwise, tomorrow will be the Global Martial Arts Conference. My master is the great swordsman of the Japanese country-Kurosaki Yuio, as well as his old man. If the leader of the Japanese delegation meets in the ring, he alone can kill all Chinese warriors!"
"What? Kurosaki Yuio is here too?!"
Hearing this, Tang Long couldn't help exclaiming, his face extremely ugly.
As an elite of the Chinese Army, Tang Long is qualified to have access to some confidential documents, and he has naturally heard of Kurosaki's name.
In the world of Japanese martial arts, Kurosaki is not as famous as the Sword Saint Genus Musashi, but he is also the top swordsman with a very high seniority. Many well-known swordsmen have to call him a teacher when they meet him.
To be counted, Kurosaki's strength is not weaker than Xiang Pojun, the leader of Oriental Excalibur.
If he does come out, the Japanese delegation will definitely be able to kill the Quartet in this martial arts conference.
Even if many Chinese warriors had obtained precious magic weapons and techniques from Ye Fan, they could not fill the gap in absolute strength in a short time.
"You know you are afraid?" Yuan Yinglang recovered a bit of composure, and looked at Ye Fan and said: "Boy, if you are acquainted, you will immediately return the boy Chian Gang to me! If my master comes, you won't have a chance to escape. !"
Hearing this threat, Ye Fan shook his head, looked at him with idiot eyes, and said coldly:
"Stupid! Gen Hidero, if you see me as your patron, Takeo Kurosaki will be scared to the ground!"
