The Snow Knife Sect was one of the most powerful sects in Japan more than a hundred years ago. The leader of that generation was gifted and excellent in swordsmanship. He entered the realm of a master that many people dream of at a young age. He spent more than ten years uprooting the major martial arts forces in Japan and becoming the veritable number one sect in Japan.

The prestige of that sect leader even surpassed that of the Emperor of Japan at that time.

This naturally attracted dissatisfaction from the powerful and royal family in all parts of Japan, but due to the strength of the sect leader, no one dared to say anything more.

But at this moment, a martial artist from Longteng came to the Snow Mountain Gate, challenged the Sect Leader with sword skills, killed the talented Sect Leader on the spot, and left.

As soon as the leader of the sect died, the snow-kill sect had no leader, and all forces from Japan rose up to resist. In less than a year, the snow-kill sect collapsed, and the Japanese martial arts completely declined from that time.

Nowadays, not to mention the masters of the sect, there are not even many innate masters.

The man in black is named Muto, who is the leader of the Snow Dao Sect generation.

He is also a descendant of the talented sect leader. From the moment he was born, he has shouldered the burden of revitalizing the Snow Knife Sect and revitalizing Japanese martial arts.

Joining the Hanxing Mercenary Group also wanted to use the battlefield to fight and hone your sword intent.

Muto has always believed that only the sword intent that can be understood between life and death is the strongest sword intent.

After receiving the order from the regiment commander, Muto twisted the samurai sword passed down by his ancestors and walked out without any hesitation.

The other six people followed him and came to the street outside the mansion.

In his sight, the young man from Longteng had already stepped over three hundred meters away. He was like a meat grinder and killed him along a straight line. Even though the mercenaries sent by Mu Hanxing were holding guns, they looked like cabbage when facing the long sword in his hand.

Heads fell to the ground, bodies were split in half, and blood flowed into rivers on the long streets.

However, the Hanxing Mercenary Group is worthy of being an iron-blooded army. Even so, those ordinary soldiers still held weapons and rushed towards the young people frantically. Some mercenaries even tied bombs on their bodies, hoping to die with the young people.

But before they could get closer, they were killed by the fierce sword energy.

One person, one knife!

But it is even more shocking than a thousand troops.

Except for Muto, the other six people were all shocked by the murderous intent that erupted from young people.

Is the gap between Japanese warriors and Longteng warriors so big? The genius of Chinese only remembers it in one second.                                                                                                             �

If any of them were to die in the face of such a siege, they would have been exhausted, right?

I just don’t know how much strength he has when he reaches here.

"Shitshe..." Several other intercepting figures fell to the ground, and gunfire kept ringing around, but whether it was sniper bullets in the dark or the soldiers rushing in front of them, they were useless in the eyes of the young man.

He often only needs a slight deviation to avoid bullets shot from the dark. Whenever he has the chance, he will pick up the firearms that fell on the ground without aiming. He just needs a shot and there will always be a sniper to be killed.

When the man walked out more than 300 meters, even with the soldiers of the Hanxing Mercenary Group, he was killed in fear.

Behind the young man, hundreds of corpses were lying.

There were less than a hundred people left in front of him. These people were frightened and they never dared to step forward again, and they didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger.

At this time, the remaining soldiers seemed to have received orders and retreated one by one.

There was no one in front of the young man anymore. He just held the long sword with several gaps and walked over step by step.

In the hall, Mu Hanxing sighed silently.

Ye Xiu's strength was far beyond his imagination, and the combat power he showed at this time was even far beyond the scene at the base that day.

It is indeed difficult to siege and kill such a strong man with the advantage of numbers.

After all, people are human beings after all.

No matter how elite a warrior is, he will feel fear.

Fear will also spread. When so many people siege and kill with all their might but die at the hands of the other party, no one will be disappointed.

No matter how desperate a person is, he dares not come forward and die easily.

However, looking at Ye Xiu's shaky figure, Mu Hanxing also believed that in front of the manor, the other party's burial place.

Although Wu Teng only has the cultivation level of seventh level, he has the experience of killing eighth level masters. In addition, the six disciples who cooperated with him and the sword formation composed of seven people is enough to encircle and suppress the nineth level masters.

How could Ye Xiu, who had only half his life left, be their opponent?

With them taking action, the overall situation has been decided.

This battle does not require Dugu Jian to take action.

And the right to execute the mother and son will also fall into their own hands.

After taking a look at Liu Anze's plump part, Mu Hanxing smiled. Master Carlo, he should like such a young woman very much.

At the gate of the manor, Ye Xiu walked up to him with a long knife.

Looking at the seven swordsmen who were blocking him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What? Mu Hanxing thinks that there are not enough people who die, and he wants you to continue to die?"

"Haha, is Mr. Ye only the strength to speak out now?" Muto sneered with a knife in his hand.

The other six people had already drawn out samurai swords, stood in front, back and left and right of Muto, and formed an ancient sword formation.

"No, I'm just kindly reminding you..." Ye Xiu shook his head.

"Thank you Mr. Ye for your reminder, please give me advice!" Muto held the knife in both hands and looked at Ye Xiu.

"Give me advice? You deserve it?" Ye Xiu chuckled. The moment he finished speaking, his originally shaky figure rushed out instantly, like a meteor, rushing towards the sword formation set up by the seven people.

The light shone in Wu Teng's eyes, and the true energy in his body suddenly burst out, and the others were all focused and were about to face Ye Xiu together. However, he saw Ye Xiu's hand holding the knife tremble, and the huge long sword suddenly burst out a dazzling light, just like a crescent moon slashing out horizontally.

It was obviously just a sword light, but it enveloped the seven people together.

Except for Muto, the other six people didn't even have time to resist with the samurai sword in their hands, and were hit by the sword light and flew backwards. A long blood mark appeared in each of them.

They all looked at the bloody marks on their chests with a deep bone-observing sight and died one after another.

Wu Teng, who lifted the knife to protect his heart, looked at the long sword in Ye Xiu's hand with horror. In his vision, the long sword disappeared like moonlight, leaving only a bare hilt, and the blade had disappeared. The blade had long disappeared! 78 Chinese^Computer terminal: m./

When Muto looked down, he saw a piece of fragments inserted into his chest, which was like a bullet sank into his heart.

A miserable smile appeared on the corner of Muto's mouth...
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