Bermuda.

In the ballroom.

The knife and fork that Ye Xuan was playing with were stained with blood, and it was inserted into the heart of the Huaxia cultivator, killing him with one blow.

The other cultivator, before he could make a move, was so frightened that he trembled, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his face was completely white without the slightest blood.

In his opinion, Ye Xuan's posture was no different from that of a terrifying demon.

With a single blow of the knife, he knocked his companion to the ground.

He didn't wait for his companion to react.

A sharp knife and fork, with a "thud", plunged into his companion's heart.

Ye Xuan's shot was as fast as lightning, and he didn't have to think about it at all, that is, he killed in front of them, which caught them off guard, or said that they couldn't be guarded.

"You, who are you?"

The cultivator looked at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, his eyes were round, and his eyes were full of horror. Although they betrayed the Huaxia Kingdom, they were still flesh and blood people, and their companions were murdered by others, and their hearts were naturally extremely panicked.

And in the whole process.

Ye Xuan didn't care, like pinching an ant to death.

No one cares if an ant lives or dies.

Therefore, when Ye Xuan used a knife and fork to stab that cultivator to death.

There was not even a hint of shock on Ichiro's face.

Bermuda is a world of the jungle.

Victory is king, defeat is evil.

That cultivator was defeated by Ye Xuan.

That Ye Xuan has the right to dispose of that cultivator, and even decide the life and death of that cultivator.

The importance of human life.

In Bermuda, where criminals are concentrated, it is not reflected at all.

The strong are like sickles.

The weak are like mustard.

Under the strong, the weak are ants, and they can only be crushed under their feet.

This is Bermuda's iron rule.

"I am the reaper of your life."

Ye Xuan smiled coldly.

The cultivator in front of him actually betrayed the country and secretly attacked Yuhe, which was simply unforgivable.

"Huh!"

The knife and fork in Ye Xuan's hand burst out, and with a "bang", it was nailed to the throat of the cultivator, and blood splattered everywhere, and there was no room for any resistance from the cultivator.

And when that cultivator noticed.

A pair of eyes, long ago, lost their look, and lost their breath of life.

"Talk to me about 'people die for money, birds die for food', you two lackeys, are you worthy?"

In Ye Xuan's eyes, there was not the slightest tenderness at all, and he scolded sharply.

Compared with the islanders, Ye Xuan hates traitors even more.

And the two cultivators who were brutally killed by Ye Xuan actually killed the Huaxia people for the people of the island country, and harmed the sharp weapon of the Huaxia country, the thorny dragon organization, this kind of person, damn it!

"It's your turn."

Ye Xuan's cold gaze swept down Takeichiro Jing and said contemptuously.

"Hehe, Mr. Tang Xuan, it's really good kung fu."

Jing Wuichiro sneered and mocked disdainfully: "You Chinese people just like dogs eat dogs. And we island people, just like it, look at you Chinese people, dog eats dog. ”

"Bite you paralyzed!"

Ye Xuan's body, with a "buzz", suddenly disappeared into the air.

Takeichiro's expression changed in horror.

But he didn't wait for him to react.

"Smack!"

A very clear slap sounded from the right side of his face.

Refreshing!

"You!"

Jing Wuichiro's face was angry, and he clenched his fists, wanting to smash at Ye Xuan.

But Ye Xuan, fearless and fearless, smiled coldly, he liked to beat the islanders, and when he shook his hand, it was another slap, and he slapped it fiercely on the left side of Ichiro Takeichiro's face.

Hearing only a "click", Takeichiro's right tooth was broken and shot out.

A sharp pain in his teeth made Takeichiro's face hideous.

"Dog eats dog? You're also worthy of talking to me about the word dog? ”

Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously, opened his bow left and right with both hands, stood in front of Jing Wu Ichiro, "snapped" a few times, and continuously slapped Jing Wu Ichiro's face, and Jing Wu Ichiro had no power to fight back.

"According to historical records, if it weren't for Pan Jinlian, the slut, who ran to your Dongying, would there be any people from your island country? Take a good look at your ancestors, whether they are Wu Dalang or not! Let's take a good look at your national flag, whether it is the cooking cake that Wu Dalang branded! ”

Ye Xuan kicked horizontally, swept into Jing Wuichiro's abdomen, and beat Jing Wuichiro with a muffled snort, his mouth was full of blood, and he flew out upside down.

I have to say.

Ichiro I's close-quarters fight, it's really rubbish.

Ye Xuan was condescending, his eyes were full of disdain, he looked down coldly at Jing Wuichiro, who was kicked away by him, and shouted: "Dare to scold a Chinese person again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu took off his shoes and slapped your face?" ”

"You, you're a madman. Tang Xuan, I'm grass your mother, you Chinese people, you are all garbage. ”

Jing Wuichiro clenched his sword tightly in his right hand, glared at Ye Xuan angrily, and roared fiercely.

He made up his mind that as long as Ye Xuan dared to step forward, he would definitely stab Ye Xuan to death.

"Huh."

Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously, his expression was very calm, his face did not change in the slightest, and he took off his shoes from under his feet.

When I took off my shoes, a strong smell of stinky feet diffused in the air, making people feel vomited.

Ichiro Imu is an island native and naturally likes to be clean.

When he smelled Ye Xuan's feet, his stomach churned and he almost vomited.

But before he could vomit, Ye Xuan sneered all over his face, walked barefoot, and walked in front of him.

"Who's the garbage?"

Ye Xuan half-squinted, looked at Takeichiro Ii, and asked.

"You Huaxia people are all garbage."

The sword in Takeichiro's right hand, with a "boom", stabbed at Ye Xuan.

"Look for death."

Ye Xuan smiled scornfully.

One move and two fingers of Zen, clamping the blade of Takeichiro Iichiro's sword to the death.

Ye Xuan cultivated the [Divine Refining Technique], and his sixth sense [Perception] was several times stronger than that of Yuhe.

Some attacks that Yuhe couldn't dodge, Ye Xuan could easily dodge, and even catch them with his bare hands.

Just like at this time.

Ye Xuan used his left hand and two fingers to clamp Jing Wuichiro's sword, so that Jing Wuichiro's sword could not move.

"How is this possible?"

Ichiro was stunned, and his eyes were full of shock.

But Ye Xuan, he doesn't care whether Ichiro Jing is shocked or not.

Speaking counts is what Ye Xuan is pursuing.

In Ye Xuan's right hand, holding the shoes that he had just taken off, the taste was spicy, cool was cool and crooked, and spicy was spicy eyes.

"Barbarians, you Chinese people, are all barbarians. A pack of mad dogs! ”

Ichiro Izui, only to feel a foul smell, hit his face, and his shoes "snapped" on his face, making his face hot and painful.

At the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth, there was a sneer, and his hands opened the bow left and right, one sole after another, hitting Jing Wuichiro's face.

Soon.

Ichiro Ii, a swollen face, like a pig's head, is too unbearable.

"Grandma, save me, save me."

Ichiro Takeichiro was slurred in speech, his mouth full of teeth, several of which were torn off, and a mouthful of blood made him embarrassed and shouted.

"Grandma? Bare you paralyzed! Lao Tzu will beat you to death. ”

Ye Xuancai didn't care about Jing Wuichiro's plea for help, and scolded sharply.

A dog like Takeichiro I, it's just underpumping!

But suddenly, Ye Xuan only felt that there was an eerie chill in his back, and his scalp seemed to explode, and there was a violent soreness.

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PS: The previous one, rewritten, added some new content.