On Mount Fuji.

The goose feather-like snowflakes are particularly beautiful, and they are paired with the white, red, and pink cherry blossoms all over the mountains, making countless people who come to travel from all over the world dazzle.

However, most people did not stop at the foot of Mount Fuji, or halfway up the mountain, and they spontaneously headed towards the peak of Mount Fuji, Jian Peak, and they were struggling to travel hard.

After many tourists who had just arrived, someone came forward and said, "Friends, why are you all walking towards the snow peak? Could it be that the scenery on the snow peak is more beautiful?"

The person who was questioned first glanced at him, and when he saw that he was just an ordinary person, he had no intention of looking down on him at all. Instead, he explained patiently: "Because there will be two world giants fighting to the death today in Jian Peak, we are all going to admire the styles of two peerless powerful men."

"Fight to the death? A peerless strong man?"

The person who asked the question was confused and wanted to ask something again, but found that the person being asked had already followed the person in front of him. He gritted his teeth and chose to follow him, muttering to see what peerless powerhouse was.

There are countless situations like this, and in the end it created a scene, that is, a long and rustling dragon lined up from the foot of Mount Fuji to Jian Peak.

Luo Yao was wearing a thin purple dress and reached out to catch a falling cherry blossom, and smiled with a smile: "Today's cherry blossoms are even more beautiful."

"If you like it, stay for a few more days, or go back and buy a mobile phone and take some photos to take as a souvenir." Tang Jianfeng, who was wearing strong outfit, shook his head slightly.

He thought that his words would satisfy Luo Yao, but who would have thought that Luo Yao would glar at him and almost poke his forehead with his slender and slender soft pancreas: "Idiot, no wonder you are single until now."

"What's wrong with me?"

Tang Jianfeng looked speechless.

It seems that I didn't provoke her? I just turned my back on you.

Ho, woman!

Luo Yao smacked his lips and said, "I found that you really don't understand the girl's mind at all. When the girl said she had a stomachache, the straight man would drink more brown sugar water, while the warm man silently went to sell the good brown sugar and boiled it into brown sugar water, and sent it to him in person."

Speaking of this, she said with contempt: "You are a straight man!"

Now Tang Jianfeng stopped talking.

A woman didn't notice that his face was getting darker and darker, and said to herself: "I just said that today's cherry blossoms are so beautiful. You should be very domineering at this time. I'll buy Mount Fuji for you."

"Do you want to buy you a few more horses and sheep to let you be your companion in the world and live a leisurely life?" Tang Jianfeng smiled.

"roll!"

Luo Yao turned his back again, threw him down angrily and walked to the front, saying as he walked: "I hate this mountain. When this decisive battle is over, remember to cut down all the cherry blossom trees for me!"

"What a fickle woman!" Tang Jianfeng was stunned for a moment, and finally shook his head and followed quickly.

...

When everyone arrived at Jian Peak, they found that the white ice and snow were covered with figures. When everyone wanted to move forward, they were stopped by many people in uniforms and even set up a cordon.

The official Japanese official who was responsible for taking into account the scene said, "Everyone, there is a decisive battle ahead. For your safety, you can't go in!"

Everyone had to sigh, feeling disappointed, but their eyes couldn't stop looking into the distance, and their pupils immediately shrank deeply.

I saw a white robe standing on an ice peak. Facing the wind and snow all over the sky, although his clothes were very thin, he remained still as if he had turned into a thousand-year-old ice sculpture.

"Is he the Japanese sword saint Yagyu Aita?"

"It doesn't look like a big deal!"

“…”

Many ordinary people talked in various ways. After falling into the ears of the strong, many strong people sneered secretly. When they looked at the white clothes again, their eyes were full of respect.

"He is worthy of being the last sword saint in Japan. He has actually been integrated with this snow-capped mountain. In such a place, he is the strongest!"

Some strong men from Western countries frowned secretly and communicated with each other: "Did you find out that Yagyu Aita seems to have become stronger again!"

"Although he doesn't have any breath, his intuition tells me that it has indeed become stronger. I looked at him fifty years ago. At that time, he was like a sharp sword, which made people dare not look directly at him, but now he is like a dull sword, with all his sharpness!"

"Excellent!"

Countless eyes looked at the white clothes, each with different radiances in his eyes.

Someone looked around and asked, "Why haven't Ye Nankuang arrived yet?"

"It's true that he hasn't arrived yet. Could it be that he is afraid to fight?"

"I would have been afraid to fight if I had it. After all, his opponent was the only sword saint in Japan. Moreover, Yagyu Aita was one hundred years ago and after hiding the sword fifty years ago, no one in the world knew how strong he was!"

“…”

As he was talking, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face grabbed a man with one hand and quickly jumped to the place where the battle was fought.

"It's Yagyu Nobuyo from the Yagyu family, and Yagyu Nobugen's younger brother!"

"It is said that this person is ranked first among the Sword Saints in the entire Yagyu family. Even the head of the family, Shingen Yagyu, is not his opponent. If this person was not keen on practicing, I am afraid that Shingen Yagyu, the head of the family, would not be the turn of Shingen Yagyu!"

"Not only that, as far as I know, this person is one of the only four swordsman masters in Japan, and is known as the person who is most likely to become a sword saint."

“…”

Faced with the discussion and shock of everyone, Liu Sheng Xinyang looked at the person in his hand and shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"

The man in his hand was still motionless and straightened his body: "You can't stand Chen's kneeling in Japan!"

If Ye Chen was by his side, he would find that the man was Chen Liu, the master of Xingyiquan who had met him before, and Chen Xue's father.

"Bang!"

Yan Sheng Xinyang smiled coldly, raised his hand and cut out a sword energy to cut off Chen Liu's legs and tendons on the spot. Chen Liu groaned and knelt on the cold ground, his eyes full of humiliation.

"Chen Liu, I will give you a chance now. As long as you say in public that Ye Nankuang is trash, I, Liu Sheng Xinyang, can spare you!" Liu Sheng Xinyang looked down at him condescendingly.

Chen Liu laughed: "If Mr. Ye is garbage, then you will be the maggots that grow from garbage bugs. You are only worth hiding in the dark corner to do some shameful things!"

Yanagi Shin-yang's face turned cold, and he cut off his tendons again, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't kill you for the time being, because I want you to witness your invincible myth of China ended by my father!"

...

Luo Yao, who was behind the crowd, saw Chen Liu lying in the snow and still laughing, nodded secretly: "This person is a little bit backbone!"

"Do you want to rescue him?" Tang Jianfeng asked.

"Need not!"

"He suffered skin trauma. If he could last until the end, I wouldn't mind giving him the family's snow spirit pill to reshape the meridians!"

Luo Yao shook his head slightly, but looked at Tang Jianfeng instead, and asked with interest: "You have fought with Yanagi before. Do you think Ye Nankuang will be his opponent?"

"It's hard to say!"

Tang Jianfeng said in a deep voice: "You and I have never seen Ye Nankuang, and I have never fought with him, so it is difficult to infer. However, Ye Nankuang once killed the first person of Han Kingdom, Shi Yin, so his strength may be comparable to that of the previous Akita of Yayoi!"

He paused for a moment, couldn't stop looking at the white clothes in the distance, and said, "But after Yayoi Aita was defeated by me, he realized that his strength must have increased a lot. In this way, Ye Nankuang's chances of winning are only three points at most!"

Luo Yao nodded secretly.

When it reaches the point where Yagyu Aita, its strength is difficult to improve, but once it improves, it will inevitably be a drastic change.

"If Ye Nankuang is not Yagyu Aita's opponent, then I will only take action!"

Tang Jianfeng pursed his lips slightly: "China is not allowed to be defeated!"

"Hey, why haven't this guy come yet?"

Luo Yao stared at him with beautiful eyes widened and looked around, trying to find Ye Chen's trace, and then muttered: "Don't this guy is really afraid to fight? If that's the case, my aunt must kill him!"

She just finished speaking.

Only a sound of wind and snow roaring from the sword peak was heard: "Yaki Aita, I'm here to kill you!"

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