"Toyo respects Mr. Ye from now on!"

Above the Oriental Imperial Palace, an old voice wafted.

With this voice spreading all over the world, as well as those videos, an ordinary boy rode a giant dragon in the air calmly forward, and countless passers-by worshipped.

These videos have attracted a frenzy of views on Toyo's major websites, and waves of comments have come flooding in. Some people even uploaded the video to internationally renowned social platforms, Facebook, etc., which simply detonated the Internet.

"Is this the dragon of the East? Are you sure it's not the effect of a Hollywood blockbuster?"

"Scary! It's scary! Who's going to wake me up and tell me I'm not dreaming! There really are dragons in the world, and there are people who can subdue dragons!"

"Thirty meters long, the platinum dragon, flying in broad daylight, in the sky of one of the most prosperous cities in the world, are we in a mythical age?"

"It is said that this young man who rides the dragon is a native of China, and with his own strength, he has subdued the entire Oriental Ocean and forced the emperor to bow down!

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The world was shocked.

Later.

On the side of the Oriental Imperial Family, the video of the old emperor claiming that the Oriental admires Ye Yun was also circulated on a small scale, causing an even greater shock.

Their Self-Defense Forces, whose warplanes had already taken to the skies, were ready to take revenge on the unprecedented humiliation. However, such a reckless action was urgently stopped by the Toyo Cabinet. The aircraft carrier formations of the United States have all collapsed, and what is the strength of the Self-Defense Forces.

The generals of the local army did not dare to act rashly at all, for fear of being wiped out.

After all, the incident of Mi Guoyan being subdued happened just a few days ago, and it was a super event that shocked the world.

All of a sudden.

Ye Yun's name spread throughout the East.

Everyone knew the real name of this dragon boy, and also knew many of his deeds.

Grassroots swordsmanship killed the "Invincible Sword God", burned down the largest shrine in the East, killed the "Infinite Ninja", the great leader of the "Red Pill", and even unified the major societies in the East. Even the rice countryman, who claims to be the hegemon of the world, has to bow his head and admit it.

Indeed, only such an earth-shattering figure dares to make a world-shaking move.

More than 60 percent of the Oriental people wept bitterly, believing that the Imperial Family had been humiliated and pressured to make a commitment, which was unprecedented in hundreds of years. Many people cursed Ye Yun, not wanting this Chinese boy to be above the entire Oriental Ocean.

"If anyone is not convinced, a day later, we will meet at Mt. Fuji. Ye Yun announced.

Such words are simply confident to the extreme.

The powerful people of the East were angry, but they were helpless.

The Funakoshi family did not dare to say anything, and "Red Pill" did not move.

Since the fall of Yuhiko Funakoshi and Musashi Kitano, these two big forces that had attracted much attention seemed to have been subdued, and they didn't dare to express their stance in public.

In this short day.

The news was transmitted back to Huaxia, and the crowd was excited.

No one expected that something like this would happen.

Ye Yun killed Dongyang without a sound, and realized what many people dared to think but did not dare to do.

Suppressing a country with one person! What a majestic and domineering attitude this is!

"In the first five hundred years, and in the next five hundred years, there will be no more heroes like Ye Yun! We will be proud to be in the same era as him!" A respected bigwig in Yanjing made such an exclamation, which resonated with countless people.

"Chinese heroes! National heroes! Promote the prestige of our country!" More people were excited.

The summit of Mt. Fuji.

It is covered with snow all year round, the scenery is picturesque, and it is full of tourists all year round.

But because of Ye Yun, it was temporarily closed, and all tourists were refused, and only those who dared to challenge him could enter.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, countless people looked up and felt a tremor from the depths of their souls.

At the summit of Mt. Fuji, which symbolizes the Orient and is known as "Mt. Seidake", there is a real white-gold dragon that flies slowly and roars in a low and majestic manner from time to time.

"That's a dragon...... How can a Chinese person be able to control a dragon!" Countless people were afraid, and their eyes were red with jealousy.

Before, they still worshiped this dragon crown, but when they found that they belonged to Huaxia, they suddenly changed their position and became extremely hostile.

Ye Yunpan sat on the top of the mountain, his eyes scanning the surroundings indifferently.

This active volcano is surrounded by five lakes of different sizes, eight ponds, and is very environmentally protected, with almost pristine forests standing nearby.

The quiet waters of the lake, reflecting Mt. Fuji, seem to be waiting to witness a great battle.

"It's almost time. The dragon watched the sky.

"Yes, they should have come, too. Ye Yun said indifferently, "The Oriental nation is very peculiar, there is never a shortage of warriors who die generously, I just want to fight with the strongest among them......"

In addition to Yuhiko Funakoshi and Musashi Kitano, Ye Yun has always felt that there is a more powerful existence lurking in the East, but it is just hidden.

He wanted to take this opportunity to lure the snake out and wipe out the top combat power in the East in one fell swoop.

Buzz Buzz...... Several drones lifted into the air and approached the top of the mountain.

Then, several powerful breaths rose into the sky, rolled up huge snowflakes, and quickly climbed to the top.

"Huh? That's ...... Yaqi Snake?" Ye Yun smiled dumbly.

A total of four strong men rushed up.

Two dressed as ninjas, and two swordsmen.

They exuded strong internal strength fluctuations, and even contained a little bit of heaven and earth true qi, and their strength far surpassed that of Funakoshi Yuhikoshi.

One of them, a blood-red beard, even sat on a monster that looked like a hill.

The monster had eight hideous snake heads, eight stout tails, vertical pupils like a pair of red apples, and a body covered with moss and shrubs.

"It's kind of interesting, this kind of alien flesh and blood, I don't know what it tastes like?" the dark dragon licked the corner of his mouth.

Since it became strong enough to reach a certain point, it has become more and more fond of blood food, and has become disgusted with devouring spirits such as ghost kings.

"Huaxia boy, I'm waiting to kill you today!" said the swordsman riding the Yaqi Snake in fluent Huaxia.

This person has a high figure, angular facial features, a few red mustaches under his chin, and anger between his eyebrows. This person held a huge knife like a door panel in his hand, and stood firmly on the snake's body, his eyes bursting with boundless killing intent.

"Kill!" The other three strong men also said in unison.

This wave of sound rolled like a tide, shaking the snow that filled the mountains and loosening the landslide, and actually formed an avalanche.

"Sword Saint! It's actually the Tsukahara family's Sword Saint!" The Oriental people who were watching the battle in front of the screen suddenly burst into huge cheers.

Because this strong man who controls the Yagi Orochi is the first person in the East before Yuhiko Funakoshi, but he has been missing for a long time, and many people think he is dead.

I didn't expect it to appear at this time, and it appeared in the prime of life.

You must know that the age of the "Sword Saint" is comparable to Kitano Musashi, and he is also a figure over 100 years old.

Ye Yun looked at this person and couldn't help but smile coldly.

By snooping into the memories of many powerful people in the East, he already knows Tsukahara's origins very well.

This person was obsessed with practicing knives all his life, and his strength reached the apex of the world, and then he fell into confusion, holding a wooden knife in his hand and wandering the world, defeating the strong people who were famous all over the world one by one, and having the title of "Sword Saint".

However, after Yuhiko Funakoshi was born, Tsukahara was defeated at the hands of this young junior, and then left the East in disappointment, and everyone unanimously thought that the "Sword Saint" was dead.

However, according to Ye Yun's estimate, Tsukahara should have gone to the legendary overseas immortal mountain, that is, the "holy land" where qi training gathered, and he was able to worship in it and get a lot of benefits.

Therefore, Tsukahara returned again, and immediately shook the East.

Including the so-called Yaqi God, in fact, he is also raised by the "Holy Land".

The other three veteran powerhouses, all of whom are very old, have goosebumps, and their combat effectiveness is really limited, and they are almost here to support the scene.

"Tsukahara, you're doing well in the Holy Land. Ye Yun said hehehe.

"What? do you know the 'Holy Land'?" Tsukahara's face froze.

The existence of the "Holy Land" is an absolute secret, and any disciple who travels out is forced to swear a poisonous oath and will not reveal the specific situation of the master.

"I know, I have also dealt with the people of your 'Holy Land'. Ye Yun slowly stood up, "Since you are here, then I will not stop and give you a chance to fight fairly." ”

"Don't be ashamed! Use your head today to sacrifice the divine sword in my hand. Tsukahara sneered.

The big snake also shook its eight hideous and terrifying heads, spitting out crimson snake letters and hissing threatening sounds.

"Anyone else? If no one comes, then I'm going to strike. Ye Yun slowly looked around and let out a long roar full of energy.

Tsukahara and the people he brought with him glanced at each other and made a move in unison.

The extremely brilliant sword light and sword light lit up at the same time, crossing the sky and slashing towards Ye Yun.

These four are the most powerful masters in the East today, and it is indeed extraordinary to join forces to strike a blow.

The air was cut and let out a whining scream, and the cold edge swept twenty feet, enveloping the direction where Ye Yun was standing.

Especially the "Sword Saint" Tsukahara, he jumped high, the door panel of the big divine sword slashed down in the air, a wide two-zhang, about fifteen zhang long sword light flickered, it looked like it could almost level the peak of Mt. Fuji.

"Kill Ye Yun! Kill him!" The Oriental people who were watching the battle let out an angry roar, and all their spirits and spirits were condensed together, as if they were the ones who came out with the knife.

Thundered!

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Snow and dust were flying on the top of Mt. Fuji, and a huge gap appeared.

The place where Ye Yun was standing had been split out of four staggered deep ditches, more than four zhang deep, which looked terrifying.

"Is that Huaxia kid dead? Where is he?" many people shouted excitedly, staring intently at the screen.

It was at this time.

A sword light of more than fifty zhang fell from the sky, as if the heavens had sent punishment, and the dazzling light emitted completely overshadowed the scorching sun.

Ye Yun stood on top of the Dark Dragon's head, looking down indifferently, in the palm of his hand, there was a sword talisman that had just been consumed.

Time seems to have slowed down.

When the sword landed, it carried the edge of obliterating everything.

Nothing is there anymore.

All that was left on the ground was some frozen blood, and fragments of clothes, blood-stained snake scales.

A cold wind blows.

The top of the mountain was slaughtered.

The majestic "Sword Saint" Tsukahara and his mount, the legendary Oriental mythical beast Yaqi Orochi, were all wiped out by this sword.

The throats of the Oriental people seemed to be cut with the click of scissors, and no one could make a sound. All of them were chilled all over, fine beads of sweat oozed from their pores, and they couldn't help but shiver like chaff.

Strong! Strong! Too powerful!

Is this the method of Huaxia cultivators?

With a single sword, it has the power to destroy heaven and earth! No matter how powerful a warrior is, he will only be sent to death!

Who else in the world can resist his sword? I'm afraid there is none! At least not in the East!

"But that's it. Ye Yun said lightly.

His indifferent voice, like a cold wind, made the people of the East feel hopeless.

It was at this time.

In the distance, there was a different kind of whistling in the sky.

Two F-15J fighters rushed towards them, and launched air-to-ground missiles from a long distance, aiming at Ye Yun.

"What? Who gave them the go-ahead to do this, what if they destroy Mt. Fuji?" exclaimed countless people.

No one knows who piloted these two ghostly planes or who commanded them to fight.

"Did the dog jump off the wall in a hurry?" Ye Yun sneered.

The missiles were launched one after another, with a flaming tail and lightning closer.

"Look for death!" the dragon was furious.

Its huge body soared into the air, its tail flicked one after another, and the approaching missiles were directly slapped away like flies.

The Dark Dragon's force was so soft that it didn't detonate them.

However, these missiles all had tracking functions, turned around in the air, and struck at Ye Yun again.

"You deal with them, I'll deal with the fighters!" Ye Yun was calm and calm, and a pair of wings as black as ink spread behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Yun disappeared from the spot.

"Where are the people?" the spectators were anxious, their hearts pounding.

With a few flickeres, Ye Yun quickly approached the F-15J fighter with the help of the Dark Thunder Wings.

He could even see clearly the gloomy and terrifying faces of the fighter pilots, both of whom were determined to die, with white scarves tied on their heads.

Ye Yun snorted coldly, and the magic weapon whip made of true dragon bones appeared in his hand.

The keel whip was filled with purple true qi, and it rose to a length of several zhang in the wind.

It waved in the air, snapped, and directly pulled a fighter plane into two, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Nani?!" another fighter plane, the pilot of which was shocked.

But they sprinted too fast, and the fighter plane was clumsy, and there was no way to turn around and shoot at Ye Yun in a hurry.

Another whip was drawn, and the fighter plane also sparked in the air and fell in smoke.

The two pilots didn't even have time to eject and escape, and they were killed in the violent explosion of the fighter plane.

Ye Yun spread his wings behind his back and stood proudly in the sky, as if he had stepped on the flat ground, and his figure was as majestic as a god.

The two large balls of fire swirling and falling made his posture even more extraordinary.

Nearly half of the Orientals watching the battle were almost choked to death by the saliva they subconsciously swallowed.

"This Chinese kid was a god in a war!"

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