"How do you want to die?"

In the originally quiet martial arts hall, Chen Fan's words exploded like earth-shattering thunder, and the momentum shook the sky.

Chen Fan's domineering words sounded in his ears, and his eyes showed that Chaoyuan Chuangsheng was pierced by a big knife like a string of sugar gourds, and most of the Japanese warriors instinctively held their breath, revealing deep fear in their eyes.

And including Yu Wenhu, those Chinese warriors were all dumbfounded, as if they didn't expect that Chen Fan would be so powerful.

There was only one exception, the dragon girl who entered the martial arts hall silently, and the dragon girl who entered the martial arts hall did not stand with Yu Jiuhu and the others, but stood at the door of the martial arts hall, quietly watching Chen Fan rescue Yu Wenhu, kowtow to Zhang Jingxian, and finally kill Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, without revealing the slightest surprise in the process.

Not at all!

Because...... She knew Chen Fan's strength better than anyone present!

Slightly less shocked were Nalan Yongke and Jia Ping'an.

The last time the two witnessed the terrifying strength of the shadow, but "they don't know how Chen Fan killed the shadow."

At this time, seeing that Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, who had not been able to live before, had turned into a cold corpse, he had a clear understanding of Chen Fan's strength.

Time seemed to stand still again.

In the face of Chen Fan's domineering and awe-inspiring words, neither Mu Yi, the eldest disciple of Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, nor several Japanese martial arts masters, including Miyamoto, the head of Aikido, spoke, and they didn't seem to have recovered from the extreme shock.

"Huh!"

Seeing that no one answered, Chen Fan flicked his wrist and waved his big knife, and Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's blood-stained corpse smashed like a cannonball towards Mu Yixin, who was closest to the ring!

As if it was just an instant, Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's corpse arrived in front of Mu Yi's body, and without waiting for Mu Yi to make any dodge moves, he smashed it Mu Yi's face.

Click!

This time, Chen Fan used all his strength, and his strength was extremely terrifying, and with one smash, he directly smashed Mu Yi's nose bone, not to mention, and even smashed Mu Yi's whole person to the ground.

The hot blood suddenly gushed out of Mu Yi's nose, Mu Yi came back to his senses, didn't bother to wipe the blood on his face, and didn't hold Chaoyuan Chuangsheng's corpse and wail, but stared at Chen Fan who came with big teeth with resentful eyes, and roared hoarsely: "Let's go up together and kill him!" ”

Together?

Kill him??

Hearing Mu Yi's words, those young martial artists with weak strength all looked like earth, and they didn't dare to make a move at all.

It seems that they feel that their strength is like a scum with a combat strength of only 5 for Chen Fan, and they can only be sent to death if they go up!

Those young Japanese martial artists did not dare, and several Japanese martial arts masters, including Miyamoto, the head of Aikido, were full of solemnity.

Chen Fan not only rescued Yu Jiuhu, but also cut off the soul of Budu, an artifact in the Japanese martial arts world, and even killed the Japanese martial god Chaoyuan Chuangsheng, which was enough to make them hate Chen Fan to the core, and they couldn't wait to pick Chen Fan's skin and drink Chen Fan's blood!

However, "Chen Fan's terrifying strength before cast a shadow on their hearts, so that they did not dare to act rashly.

"Master Miyamoto, you must kill that bastard together, otherwise, today, all of you will die here! Although Mu Yi was extremely angry, he didn't dare to rush up and fight with Chen Fan alone, but roared at Miyamoto.

Because of the death of Asamoto Sokatsu, Miyamoto, as the head of Aikido, is the strongest and most prestigious person among all Japanese warriors!

"The knife is broken, and the person is dead! I promise, today, all of you are so knife! ”

After receiving Mu Yi's reminder, Miyamoto's ears instinctively echoed the cruel words that Chen Fan had left when he first entered the ring.

This couldn't help but make his brow furrow even tighter.

Then one by one, I saw Chen Fan walking to the edge of the ring with the bloody ancestral broadsword of the Yu family, and Miyamoto took a step forward with a solemn face: "The two sides agreed to compete in five games, and now that the five competitions are over, what do you want to do?" ”

"The end?" Chen Fan looked at Miyamoto and said coldly: "Is it possible?" ”

Is it possible?

No way!

Miyamoto's heart welled up with the answer, and a sudden flash of anger flashed on his face, more of fear.

And Mu Yi, whose face was covered with blood beside him, shouted: "Master Miyamoto, let's go together, I don't believe it, so many people can't beat him!" ”

When the words fell, Mu Yi stared at Chen Fan with red eyes, his eyes were extremely resentful.

"Don't force us, that person!"

Hearing Mu Yi say this, Miyamoto gritted his teeth and made a decision, intending to fight to the death.

"I didn't force you, I just wanted your heads to stay here." Chen Fan slowly spoke, jumped over, and jumped directly from the ring.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Oh!"

Seeing Chen Fan jumping from the ring, many Japanese warriors retreated one after another, as if hiding from the gods, eager to give birth to two more legs.

Miyamoto and Kiyi did not retreat!

They all knew that if they retreated, those frightened Japanese warriors would probably not be able to listen to them.

"Everyone, listen, this person not only destroyed the artifact Budu Imperial Soul, but also killed Master Chaoyuan, and is the common enemy of the Japanese martial arts community! Miyamoto luck dantian, roared: "Today's battle, either he dies, or we die!" , Ringing in his ears, Miyamoto's words, Mu Yi and those martial arts masters made up their minds to fight to the death, while those young Japanese warriors were a little hesitant, and while hesitating, they couldn't help but set their eyes on the Chinese warrior camp represented by Yu Wenhu.

In their opinion, they can fight in groups, but can't Chinese warriors?

Sure enough, under their gaze, Yu Jiuhu sat up against Yu Xuan, and shouted with all his strength: "Hey! Everyone, the little devils want to be beaten in groups, and the men who are leading the handles will all go over to help Xiaofan! ”

As soon as Yu Wenhu said this, those Chinese warriors who were boiling with blood because of Chen Fan's appearance didn't say a word, and they set off - ready to rush towards the place where the Japanese warriors were.

Chen Fan was about to make a move, when he heard Yu Wenhu's words behind him, he turned around and said, "Grandpa Yu Xiaofan is enough for one person!" ”

Xiaofan is enough for one person!!

Hearing Chen Fan's words, the footsteps of those Chinese warriors couldn't help but be stunned and there was no time to make a move. The master's face changed, and he yelled: "Be careful! ”

"Whoosh!" It's empty. At the same time as the master spoke, Mu Yi, whose nose bone was broken, took advantage of the moment when Chen Fan turned his head, and rushed towards Chen Fan, the sword in his hand pointed directly at Chen Fan, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Die!!"

Seeing that he was about to approach, Chen Fanmu Yi roared and slashed out a sword.

"Oh!"

didn't turn around, Chen Fan's backhand was a knife!

This knife has no skill to speak of.

Strength!

Except for strength or power!!

Knort!!

There was a crisp sound, and the sword in Mu Yi's hand was suddenly cut in two.

The sword broke, but the sword momentum did not decrease at all, and it slashed towards Mu Yi's head!

Poof!!

As if cutting a watermelon, the sharp big knife directly split Mu Yi's head, and then the big knife went all the way down along the neck, chest, and stomach, directly splitting Mu Yi into two pieces!

The sword breaks and the man dies!

Under the knife, Mu Yi was sprayed out with hot blood mixed with brains, and sprayed directly on the bodies of some Japanese warriors around, among which several weak and timid Japanese warriors turned pale with fright, and sat directly on the ground.

On the opposite side of the ring, those Chinese warriors who rushed out saw that Chen Fan was so fierce, and they hesitated for a while and didn't know whether to make a move.

"You don't have to do it, Chen Fan alone is enough. At this time, the dragon girl, who had been standing at the door of the martial arts hall, walked behind Yu Wenhu and the others and spoke slowly.

The dragon girl's opening made those Chinese warriors instinctively turn around. The others replied, and on the other side, Miyamoto held back the fear in his heart and shouted: "Let's go together, fight with him!" ”

When the words fell, Miyamoto was about to take the lead, but he felt that his body was shrouded in a killing intent, and his heart was beating wildly.

Swish!

The sudden change made Miyamoto's face change wildly, and then he vaguely saw a figure whizzing towards him.

It's Chen Fan!

"I can't help myself!"

As if it was just an instant, Chen Fan came to the palace itself, and the big knife in his hand slashed at Miyamoto's head from top to bottom, with the breath of death!

Miyamoto had already seen Chen Fan's horror, and he didn't dare to resist it at all, but pulled a disciple behind him to Xiao as a substitute for the dead ghost.

Poof!

Under the sword, the former disciple of the palace itself was killed, and Miyamoto took the opportunity to retreat!

Originally, after Miyamoto shouted that sentence, including the head of Hokkaido, several Japanese martial arts masters were ready to deal with Chen Fan with Miyamoto, and at this time, they saw Miyamoto taking his disciples as a substitute for the dead ghost and running for his life, those Japanese martial arts masters. The thought was directly shaken.

Their thoughts of resistance wavered, but Chen Fan's thoughts of slaughter did not waver!

"I want to run, dream!"

Killing one of Miyamoto's disciples with a knife, Chen Fan saw Miyamoto retreat violently, snorted coldly, took a step, his body was like a ghost, he quickly approached Miyamoto, and stabbed with a big knife in his hand!

Miyamoto's face changed wildly, and his body suddenly turned to one side!

"Whew! Call! ”

The tip of the knife grazed the tip of Miyamoto's nose, and the sharp knife wind forced Miyamoto to close his eyes directly, and even his breathing became unsmooth.

A knife stabbed in the air, Chen Fan's wrist flicked, and the big knife in his hand slashed!

"Poof!"

Under one slash, Miyamoto's head and body were separated, and hot blood spurted out, and the blood was permeated.

Slashed Miyamoto with a knife, Chen Fan did not stop, and waved the big knife in his hand again, wandering through the crowd like a ghost.

or pick, or support, or wipe, or hang, or flat, or search, or close, or sweep, or smooth, or cut ......

Chen Fan was covered in blood, and plunged into the camp of Japanese warriors, and a set of "Bagua Knife Technique" was used, like flowing water, sometimes flying down, sometimes like clouds slowing down, sometimes lightning and thunder, sometimes breeze blowing willows.

The body is like a swimming dragon, the sword is like a flying phoenix, fast but not chaotic, quiet but not sluggish, soft but not soft, and it is full of heaven and earth.

And the slaughter of the mad demon, in such a narrow distance, those Japanese warriors are like weak sheep, they can only let Chen Fan slaughter one by one, the big knife in Chen Fan's hand is like the sword of death, and each knife will kill a Japanese warrior!

For a while, the cold light flashed, blood splashed, and heads flew sideways!

The rolling blood stained the ground under the ring red, the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, a layer of blood mist floated, and the corpses on the ground were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers!

"Poof!!"

I don't know how long it took, seeing Chen Fan kill the martial arts masters, including Miyamoto, the last few hid by the wall, almost frightened. The Japanese warrior, who had a sudden illness, fell to his knees with fear on his face and trembling all over.

"No" don't kill us! Please, don't"

Under the light, the last few Japanese warriors pressed their heads tightly against the blood-stained ground, begging for mercy like pugs.

"I told you, you're all going to die!"

Chen Fan, who was completely stained red by blood and looked like a bloody man, did not show the slightest mercy in the face of the begs of the last few Japanese warriors, but took a step and waved the big knife in his hand without showing any expression!

"Poof...... Poof...... Poof. ”

The big knife is slashed, and the head falls!

Human heads rolled down to the blood-colored ground, and the sound was piercing.

Pillars of blood rose up to the sky, and the blood was all over the sky, like hell on earth.

One person, one knife.

He overturned the entire Japanese martial arts community!! ~！