"Yami~"

"You bastard, did you kill Yami?"

"You deserve to die!"

"We, the Japanese martial arts, will never let you go~"

"I will definitely crush you to ashes!"

Under the Sword God Palace, the cold wind is biting.

Two cold long swords, one on the left and one on the right, pierced Masami Nakai's chest and directly nailed her to the high wall.

The ruthless means shocked everyone.

At this moment, heaven and earth were both silent, and only the angry roar of Wangyue River resounded throughout the world.

His eyes were red and his mouth was full of blood. He gritted his teeth and got up from his place, cursing at Ye Fan. His words were full of endless resentment.

Not only him, Ryuichi Ishino, who had just been stabbed through his right arm by Ye Fan's sword, also staggered to his feet, looking at Ye Fan with painful and resentful eyes.

The overwhelming hatred in his face was as if he wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.

However, facing the scoldings of these two people, Ye Fan remained unmoved.

His face was expressionless and he stood with his hands behind his back.

His indifferent gaze is like that of the Nine Heavens King, looking down at his ministers.

Finally, a long shout pierced the sky.

"Kneel down!"

Boom~

The sound is like muffled thunder, but it contains a lot of vitality.

The moment Ye Fan said these words, everyone felt that a mountain-like majesty radiated from Ye Fan.

As if Mount Tai was pressing down on them, the old faces of Wang Yuehe and Shi Yelong suddenly turned red.

They gritted their teeth, gritted their bones, and worked hard to hold on.

"I, Wang Yuehe, a majestic swordsman and a martial arts leader of Japan, will never kneel down to a Chinese junior!"

"No way!!!"

Wangyuehe roared at the top of his lungs, with a majestic face and blood dripping from his mouth.

However, facing Wangyuehe's roar, Ye Fan remained expressionless and shouted again in a cold voice!

"Kneel down!"

Boom~

The roaring majesty exploded again.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

This time, Wang Yuehe and the two could no longer hold on, and they knelt down with a bang.

His legs were bent and his knees hit the ground hard.

The bluestone ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked.

The bright red blood flowed from their legs and dyed the earth red.

"Ah~"

"You bastard, how dare you make me kneel down?"

....

"Our Japanese martial arts will never let you go!"

Under Ye Fan's pressure, Wang Yuehe finally knelt down.

The shrill and painful sound kept echoing.

Let Wang Yuehe be majestic for a lifetime, and his martial arts morals will be highly respected in Japan.

But, so what?

In the face of absolute strength and power, he had no choice but to kneel down!

Under the Tianhe River, Ye Fan looked misty and stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, Masami Nakai's body was soaked in blood.

In front of them was Wangyue River, and Mo Wuya and the other three people knelt down and worshiped!

In the world here, only Ye Fan's body stands proudly.

People everywhere were in panic, and no one dared to speak.

Everyone stared at the young man in front of them like they were looking at a devil.

Before this, who could have imagined that it would end like this?

Originally, they thought that it was not easy for the Sword God Palace to kill an unknown young man.

However, the result exceeded all expectations.

The three people surrounded them, and the young man in front of them suddenly swept them across with invincible power.

The three powerful masters of the Sword God Palace, figures who were leaders of Japanese martial arts, were also killed by Ye Fan in the end. One of them was injured, one died and the other was disabled.

Who would have thought that this seemingly harmless young man in front of him would directly blow up the three palace masters of the Sword God Palace with his devastating power!

"Even the Sword God Palace was defeated."

"I'm afraid that in our Japanese martial arts, only the two pavilion masters of the Sanshen Pavilion can stop him, right?"

Many people sighed with emotion and felt full of loss.

I think a hundred years ago, their Japanese Empire swept across East Asia.

The divine power of martial arts dominates the entire Eurasian continent.

At that time, the most powerful person in Japan, Yuki Tetsuo Tenjin, even single-handedly stood on the Pacific Ocean with the powerful martial arts expert in the United States, killing three of the opponent's titles and five grandmasters in a row.

In that battle, their Japanese martial arts shocked the world.

But who would have thought that now, less than a hundred years ago, their martial arts power would have declined to this point.

Hua Xia was just a junior, and he swept away the second-largest martial arts force in Japan.

If we add the strong men of the six pillar countries of China, their Japanese martial arts will still have the power to destroy the country?

Ignoring everyone's sighs, Ye Fan looked expressionless at this time, coldly looking down at Wang Yuehe and others who were kneeling at his feet, and a solemn voice sounded quietly.

"Hand over the eight-foot magatama obediently. If so, I can let you die more happily."

"You're dreaming!"

"Even if I die, I will never leave our Japanese martial arts sacred relics in the hands of a Chinese boy like you!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Faced with Ye Fan's solemn words, Wang Yuehe gritted his teeth and roared, and his vicious curses echoed in all directions.

"Now that we've talked about this, there's nothing more to talk about."

"If you don't tell me, I will go find it myself."

"As for you, there is no need to live anymore."

Ye Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to them.

With a few cold words, Wang Yuehe and others were immediately sentenced to death.

He actually knew from the beginning that people like Wang Yuehe would not be able to hand over the eight-foot magatama obediently.

But, it doesn't matter.

Ye Fan didn't like to trouble others. After killing them, he would just go find them himself.

However, just when Ye Fan was about to kill Wang Yuehe, a graceful figure ran over.

She knelt on the ground, her eyebrows red.

There were even tears shining in her beautiful eyes.

"Master, I can help you find the eight-foot magatama."

"But please, please spare my teacher's life, okay?"

"Yue'er, shut up!" As soon as Liang Gong Yingyue finished speaking, Wang Yuehe's expression changed instantly.

He raised his head, looked at Suzumiya Yingyue, and cursed angrily.

"You beast, how dare you tell him?"

"That is the sacred object of our Japanese martial arts, and it is an artifact that has been passed down for thousands of years."
To be continued...