The dozen or so people were sad and indignant, but they didn't dare to charge indiscriminately.

Murong Sanqian reminded Yamamoto: "Mr. Yamamoto, Ye Fan's strong crossbow is at the end, and now he is just pretending." ”

He believed that after the battle of Miyamoto, Ye Fan would not have much strength for a long time.

Yamamoto raised his chin, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Ye Fan, for Miss Lu's sake, you kneel down and arrest me, let me take you back to Yangguo for trial, I won't kill you today." ”

"Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to get out of Wutong Mountain. ”

He was going to dismantle Ye Fan in eight pieces, but he suddenly thought that he was responsible for Miyamoto's death, and Yamamoto had other plans in his heart.

Bring Ye Fan back to Yangguo and force him to publicly admit the conspiracy and calculation of Miyamoto, so that Miyamoto's death in battle is not a shame for Yangguo, but a shame for Shenzhou.

"Ye Fan, aren't you ready to be caught?"

Murong Sanqian echoed: "Mr. Yamamoto is angry, and the consequences are very serious. ”

Lu Qing and the others looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel and beg for mercy.

"Ye Fan, if you don't surrender, do you still have to fight me?"

Yamamoto shouted: "Although your strange body method surprised me, but now you are injured, you are not our opponent at all." ”

Ye Fan stared at Shan Benlang and smiled: "I admit that I am injured, but it is more than enough to deal with you." ”

He also made gestures to tell Dugu not to come up, he could still deal with it.

"Childish!"

Seeing Ye Fan's confidence, Yamamotoro's voice sank, and he made another gesture.

As soon as this gesture came out, the surrounding woods instantly resounded.

Dozens of trees trembled one after another, and then eighteen shadows appeared around them.

Dressed in black and wearing masks, they come from far and near like bats, moving extremely fast, cooperating tacitly, and they look well-trained.

In the blink of an eye, they were at the very edge of the tree.

Hanging on the branches one by one, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.

They also had blacked-out katanas in their hands.

Eerie and terrifying.

"Ninja?"

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed: "It seems that you want me to die today, otherwise how could you even bring a ninja here?"

Lu Qing and the others were taken aback when they heard this, and they were very surprised that Yama Moto Lang invited a ninja, and then they were even more determined that Ye Fan was going to be finished.

Ninjas can also have strange body methods, so many people shoot together, Ye Fan can't resist it.

"If you want to live, kneel down for me. ”

Yamahonro shouted at Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

"Who gave you the audacity to say that?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a scolding in the air, and then a white shadow flashed from everyone's field of vision.

In the next second, a middle-aged man in white floated to the ground, standing right next to Ye Fan, like a god descending from heaven to make people squint.

He put his hands behind his back and glanced at the audience indifferently: "Cut off one hand and get out of here." ”

Nine thousand years old.

"Nine thousand years old?"

Seeing the man in white coming out without warning, Murong Sanqian, who had been waiting for the fisherman's profit, immediately stood up in a hurry to say hello.

More than a dozen children of the Martial Arts League also tensed their nerves, and stepped forward to say hello with a nervous face: "I've seen nine thousand years old." ”

Nine thousand years old didn't even look at them, just reached out to wipe away a trace of blood on Ye Fan's face.

Lu Qing's pretty face also changed slightly, and he squeezed out a smile: "Nine thousand years old, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you come in person?"

Ye Fan's spirit was relieved, and he exhaled a long breath, but he didn't say anything.

Yamamoto and the others were full of vigilance, and their eyes were fierce and looked at the nine thousand years old.

Many people in Yangguo have heard of the nine-thousand-year-old name and heard of his power, but few people have seen a real person, nor have they seen his ability.

It was also the first time for Yamamoto Lang to take a face, so although he knew that Nine Thousand Years Old was extraordinary, he still raised his neck when he saw his thin and weak appearance: "Broken hand?"

He snorted, "I don't have this hobby. ”

Nine thousand years old said lightly: "Two hands!"

"Nine thousand years old, I know your name and your status, but we are not easy to bully. ”

Seeing that the other party was aggressive, Yamamoto Lang was angry on the spot: "If you are interested in today, take the initiative to hand over Ye Fan to us and take it away, we will continue to call you nine thousand years old in the future." ”

"If you're going to be nosy, then don't blame us for not giving you face. ”

He has dozens of people in hand, and he is full of momentum.

Nine thousand years old smiled: "Give me face?"

"Boom!"

Nine thousand years old suddenly stepped out, and a violent aura instantly erupted from his side.

The ground in a radius of more than ten meters was completely shattered.

Flying sand and rocks.

Countless people squinted.

Then, with a click, more than a dozen trees around him also broke.

Eighteen ninjas whizzed and fell, like birds shot down.

None of them got up after they fell to the ground, and all of them were shot into a bloody hole by the rubble.

At the same moment, the soles of their feet were weak, and they knelt down with a thud.

It's not that they want to kneel, but the momentum of the nine thousand years old is too strong, and it is like a thousand mountains pressing over, and they can't bear it at all.

Powerful, too powerful.

Yamamotoro's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat flowed down his back.

This scene not only made Murong Sanqian's mouth dry, but Lu Qing and several other women also covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.

Their eyes all showed a look of incredulity.

Yamamoto Lang is also a master at the peak of the Xuan Realm.

Now he is kneeling uncontrollably in front of the 9,000-year-old, without the majesty and dignity that a generation of masters should have! The 9,000-year-old is so strong?

Seeing Lu Qing, who was nine thousand years old for the first time, put away his pretty face for the first time.

Not to mention the bodyguards or warriors around her, even the people in the mountain gate she knows, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the strength of nine thousand years old.

Ye Fan's scalp was also numb, he tried his best to overestimate nine thousand years old, but it turned out that he was still underestimated.

It seems that at the beginning of the Zhonghai Martial Arts Pavilion, nine thousand years old left a lot of spare strength.

Nine thousand years old looked at Yamamoto with his hands behind his back: "Tell me, how do you give me face?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, nine thousand years old. ”

Yamamoto said with difficulty: "I offended you, please bear with me, we will get out of here immediately." ”

Originally, he thought that he might not be a nine-thousand-year-old opponent, but it was not so far behind.

It was only at this moment that he truly realized that the gap between himself and the nine thousand years old was a gap that he could not overcome in his entire life.

"It's late. ”

Nine thousand years old snorted coldly, and then, his left foot slammed on.

A knife shattered and flew one after another.

A chill rose from the chests of those people in Lu Qing, they had seen killing people, but the methods of nine thousand years old were too chilling.

It's too casual, it's too cold, it's like killing a few ants.

Yamamotoro's eyelids jumped, and at this moment he knew that he would not be able to die well today.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.

Lu Qing's breathing became short, but in the end, she stepped forward, after all, she often traveled back and forth to Yangguo Wudao: "Nine thousand years old, with a piece of water, it can be stopped...... "Smack-" Nine thousand years old slapped over: "Did you let you speak?"

Lu Qing fell seven or eight meters, his face was swollen, he was very angry and aggrieved, but he didn't scream.

Murong Sanqian, who was about to come forward to advise, immediately shut up.

Nine thousand years old looked at Yamamotoro: "Cut off two hands and spare your life." ”

"Click-" Yamamoto's eyelids jumped when he felt the danger, gritted his teeth and got up and broke his arms hard.

Blood all over the ground.

Lu Qing and the others were chills all over.

They can be regarded as seeing the domineering and ruthlessness of the nine thousand years old.

"Go back and tell Tianzang that they ......" Nine thousand years old walked up to Yamamoto Lang and said indifferently: "Six months later, the chairman of the Martial Alliance, Tu Gouyu, will carry the first envoy Ye Fan to challenge the top ten Tianjiao of the Yang Kingdom." ”

"In Miyamoto's words, it is a decisive battle as well as life and death. ”