The way of the Japanese kendo, the pursuit of the ultimate fast.

Draw your weapon in an instant, don't give the enemy any chance to react, and kill with one hit.

At this moment, Yuan Yinglang urged his internal strength to the extreme, tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, the boy who killed the demon Che Angang was like a dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years, and it was about to come out of its sheath immediately.

Unstoppable!

Everything in the world cannot escape under this trick.

Yuan Yinglang's wrist slammed hard

Streamed!

Shankdang!

A series of moving movements swayed out like flowing water.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The boy in the sheath, Che Angang, let out a low roar, eager to get out of the sheath immediately and drink the blood of the enemy.

Kameda and another warrior of the Wa Kingdom had a hideous look on their faces, in their opinion, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and he couldn't die anymore.

Finally, Yuan Yinglang used his right hand hard and drew his sword violently, preparing to cut off Ye Fan's head with a perfect Juhe slash.

At the last moment, the unthinkable happened-

Ye Fan's figure appeared beside him like a ghost, and the index finger of his right hand pressed lightly against his wrist.

This finger seemed to be light and soft, but it burst out with a huge force in an instant, like the Yangtze River bursting its embankment, acting on Yuan Yinglang's body, making him stiff and paralyzed, as if he had been electrocuted, unable to move.

That boy cut Angang, and he couldn't pull out the sheath!

For the samurai of the Wa Kingdom, the sword is not only a weapon, but also an extension of their own body, such as the command of the arm, and the heart is connected.

Since ancient times, there has always been a saying that "the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead".

If a samurai can't even control his own weapons, then what's the point of existence?

However, this strange situation now made Yuan Yinglang shocked.

It took several seconds for him to recover from that paralyzed state, and his body retreated five or six meters, dumbfounded, with a ghostly expression on his face, and his vest was completely soaked in cold sweat, as if he had walked before the ghost gate closed.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is in an instant.

Yuan Yinglang knew that the few seconds when his body stiffened just now were enough for Ye Fan to kill him several times.

What made him even more ashamed was that he really couldn't pull out the sword.

When Ye Fan said that before, he still pretended to be a coercive offender when Ye Fan was still a criminal, but who knew that Ye Fan really did it.

For a while, Yuan Yinglang felt unprecedented pressure, and the enemies he had encountered before seemed to be less terrifying than Ye Fan.

......

Under the pressure, Yuan Yinglang's eyes were red, he looked like crazy, and said viciously: "Stinky boy, you are very strong, but the final winner will be me!

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Yinglang rushed forward again, ready to perform the Juhe slash, and the speed was three points faster than before.

However, Ye Fan repeated his old tricks, appeared beside him like a ghost, and pointed at his wrist again.

"Bang!"

The boy Che Angang had just been pulled out by a centimeter, and he was immediately pushed back.

"Full of flaws, vulnerable!, is that what you can do?" Ye Fan sneered mercilessly.

These words were like an invisible slap on Yuan Yinglang's face.

Humiliate!

The humiliation of the red fruit!

At this moment, Yuan Yinglang only felt that all the pride was crushed.

He is the young master of Seiwa Genji, a genius in the martial arts world of the Wakuni Kingdom, and a contestant who came to participate in the Global Martial Arts Tournament.

However, in the face of a mere Chinese boy, he couldn't even pull out the sword.

If this matter is reported back to the Wakoku, he will definitely become a laughing stock, and he will never be able to raise his head again, and even Genji's reputation will be affected.

Not far away, Kameda and another Japanese warrior who were watching the battle no longer had a smug look on their faces, replaced by a shock that could not be concealed.

The scene in front of them has caused an unprecedented visual impact.

Invisibly, it was like a big hand, grabbing their hearts so hard that they were about to suffocate.

If Yuan Yinglang can't draw his sword for the first time, it can be explained as a coincidence.

Then the second time is inevitable.

The difference in strength between Yuan Yinglang and Ye Fan is beyond imagination, like the difference between clouds and mud.

......

"No!

Yuan Yinglang seemed to have completely lost his mind, looking like crazy, gritted his teeth and roared: "That kid, how can your strength be so terrifying!

After speaking, Yuan Yinglang's eyes lit up, revealing a tragic and decisive will, as if he had put life and death aside, and was ready to perform a peerless killing move that burned all the jade and died together.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

Ye Fan made a big move and shouted:

"Come here!"

Say what you say.

The boy Che Angang, as if he had been summoned by a mysterious force, broke free from Yuan Yinglang's control and flew into Ye Fan's hands.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and in an instant, a cold knife shot out, the blade was sharp, and there was no rust after hundreds of years, revealing a monstrous killing aura, it was really a murderous soldier who slashed ghosts!

Ye Fan's wrist flickered, and the light of the sword flickered like lightning, and the sharp blade tore through the sky and stuck to Yuan Yinglang's neck, as long as he was a hair in front of him, he could cut through his skin and make his blood splash on the spot.

It's a long story, but it's happening in the middle of lightning.

Ordinary people like Manager Smith and the waitress only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the boy Che Angang changed hands in an instant, and he was on the side of Yuan Yinglang's neck.

For a while, there was silence in the field, the needle drop could be heard, and the death-like silence was silent, and the situation changed dramatically.

Yuan Yinglang seemed to have been immobilized, his whole body was tense, motionless, and he even held his breath, for fear that Ye Fan's hand would slip and directly cut his throat.

For the first time in his life, he felt so close to death.

Kameda and another warrior of the Wa Kingdom were also dumbfounded, looking confused, and couldn't believe their eyes.

As for Manager Smith, he was even more anxious.

You know, Seiwa Genji is the majority shareholder of the hotel, and if Gen Yinglang dies here, he will not only be fired, but he may also suffer retaliation.

On the other hand, Tang Long was excited, and all the previous grievances were released, raising his eyebrows.

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 the Seiwa Genji, if you hurt me a single hair, you will definitely suffer devastating revenge!" Yuan Yinglang said ruthlessly, wanting to scare Ye Fan in this way.

However, how could Ye Fan be afraid, with a flick of his wrist, he slapped his face fiercely with the spine of his sword.

"Bang Bang !!"

A series of dense sounds, one after another, endlessly.

Although it was the sword spine instead of the blade that slapped his face, the lethality was not so strong, but it quickly turned Yuan Yinglang's face red.

Yuan Yinglang was ashamed and indignant, endured the humiliation, gritted his teeth and said:

"China kid, I lost today, but don't be complacent! If you kill me, otherwise, tomorrow will be the Global Martial Arts Conference, my master is the great swordsman of the Japanese Kingdom - Yuo Kurosaki, his old man is also the leader of the Japanese delegation, if he meets in the ring, he alone can kill all the Chinese warriors!"

"What?Yuo Kurosaki is here too?!"

When Tang Long heard this, he couldn't help but exclaim, his face was extremely ugly.

As the elite of the Huaxia Army, Tang Long was qualified to access some confidential documents, so he had naturally heard of the name of Yuo Kurosaki.

In the martial arts world of the Wa Kingdom, although the prestige of Kurosaki Yuo is not as good as that of the Sword Saint Source Musashi, he is also the top great swordsman, and his seniority is extremely high, and many well-known swordsmen have to be honored as a teacher when they see him.

If you really want to calculate it, Kurosaki Yuo's strength is not weaker than Xiang Pojun, the leader of the Eastern Excalibur.

If he really goes out of the mountain, the Japanese delegation will definitely be able to kill all sides at this martial arts conference.

Even if many Huaxia warriors have obtained precious divine weapons and exercises from Ye Fan, they cannot make up for the gap in absolute strength in a short period of time.

"Do you know you're scared?" Yuan Yinglang regained some composure, looked at Ye Fan and said, "Boy, if you know each other, you will immediately return the boy to me!

Hearing this threat, Ye Fan shook his head, looked at him with idiot eyes, and said coldly:

"Stupid! Yuan Yinglang, Yuo Kurosaki, who is regarded as a backer by you, if he sees me, I'm afraid he will be scared straight down!"