"Miss Yuhe is a smart person, she should know very well that going against the Black Mouth Group will not do you any good."

Ichiro Ei's face suddenly became cold, and he glared at Yuhe angrily and said sharply.

"As long as I'm in Bermuda, what can I do with the Black Mouth Group?"

Yuhe smiled contemptuously.

As the leader of the IS organization, she has countless internationally wanted criminals under her command, and she is working for her.

Therefore, she will not be afraid of the Black Mouth Group at all!

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, which is also the truth.

"Huh."

Ichiro Imu smiled faintly.

He had to admit that what Yuhe said was indeed very coercive.

With the Black Mouth Group, in Bermuda, there is really no way to move the IS organization.

"Miss Yuhe is a world-shaking master. The contemptible Jing Wu, who has studied Chinese martial arts since childhood, wants to discuss a few tricks with Miss Yuhe. If Miss Yuhe wins, Jing Wu will leave immediately. But if Jing Wu wins by luck, then ask Miss Yuhe to hand over the member of the Thorn Dragon Organization. ”

Ichiro Jing Wuichiro said with a cold face.

"Okay."

Yuhe didn't think about it, but agreed.

"Senior sister, be careful. This guy seems to be deliberately suppressing his breath. ”

Ye Xuan, who was standing behind Yuhe, suddenly stiffened his face and reminded.

"Well, don't worry, I won't lose."

Yuhe and Ye Xuan glanced at each other and said very calmly.

Ichiro Itake a step forward.

Those members of the Black Mouth Group consciously gave up the venue.

With a smile on his face, Yuhe took a step forward and walked in front of Takeichiro Ino.

Ye Xuan and the woman with heavy makeup stepped back in unison.

At this time, the huge dance hall and the venue were all given up to Yuhe and Takeichiro as a place for competition.

Yuhe has a thin body, just from the point of view of her body shape, she is just a weak woman.

Ichiro Imu and Yuhe stood face to face.

Compared to Ichiro Takei, Yuhe looks thin and weak.

Ichiro Izhiro took off his shoes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, Ichiro Takeichiro bowed his waist and saluted Yuhe.

Yuhe smiled softly, and the contemptuous eyes didn't put Ichiro in his eyes at all.

"Miss Yuhe, may I ask, can you start?"

Takeichiro Jing stood up straight, made a martial posture, his eyes were very determined, and asked.

"Please!"

Yuhe said softly.

"Drink!"

Ichiro Izui burst into a loud shout, and the expression on his face stiffened suddenly.

Immediately, his body, with a "shudder", shook in the air, as if it had transformed into a phantom, and disappeared.

Yuhe's indifferent face wiped a few traces of solemnity.

Boom!

A heavy punch that fell out of thin air.

Bombarded on Yuheyubai's right arm.

Yuhe is a woman, even if she is very strong, but in terms of strength, she is still not comparable to a man.

This punch forced her back several meters.

Hit her bones, clicking.

If it weren't for her timely use of "four or two thousand pounds" to resolve the power of that punch, that punch would definitely be able to break her bones.

But he didn't wait for Yuhe to adjust his posture.

A sword roared, suddenly, and the air sounded.

Then, a sharp sword light, very bright, slashed towards the top of Yuhe's head from the air.

"What a sharp sword light!"

Yuhe's heart was horrified, and her delicate body flashed.

The sword light, close to her chest, slashed down with a "bang".

Boom!

The sword light smashed to the ground, slicing the ballroom floor.

This power is not inferior to a bullet hitting the ground.

Yuhe had no doubt that if she was slashed by that sword light, her body would inevitably be seriously injured.

"Could it be, Miss Yuhe, is this the only means?"

Ichiro I's speed is very fast, his body, moving at high speed, and even conjuring up phantoms, which is dazzling and stunned.

"Mr. Jing Wu, this kind of swordsmanship must be the inheritance of the Shushan Sword Gate."

Yuhe said with certainty.

"So what?"

Ichiro Izui smiled scornfully.

Another sword, smashed down.

This sword, sticking to Yuhe's shoulder, slashed down with a "swish".

cut off a piece of Yuhe's right arm shirt.

A trace of blood flowed out of Yuhe's right arm.

Yuhe is very fast, but Ichiro Takeri is faster, and with the help of a sword, Ichiro Takeichiro clearly has the upper hand.

"Bang bang bang" a few times, and a few more sword rays, slashed to the ground.

This time, Yuhe was beaten with nowhere to hide, and there were a few swords, and she almost couldn't avoid it.

"Boom!"

Takeichiro I's body collided and knocked Yuhe to the ground.

Yuhe's body is very weak, although his strength is stronger, but it is inferior to Jing Wuichiro, who was inherited from the Shushan Sword Gate.

Hit by Takeichiro Ii, Yuhe only felt that his body was weak and weak, like falling apart, and he was in severe pain.

At this time, Ichiro Takeichiro's gloomy face, suddenly, there was a trace of ruthlessness.

"Extinguish!"

Ichiro Takei slashed Yuhe's head with a sword volley.

This sword is enough to split Yuhe's head.

But at this moment.

A knife and fork, suddenly, slammed into the sword in Takeichiro's hand.

Ichiro Imu was stunned.

When he reacted, he saw that Yuhe, who had fallen to the ground earlier, had already been rescued.

And the person who rescued Yuhe was Ye Xuan.

"It's really not very kind for the little brother to do this."

Jing Wuichiro's face condensed, with a look of anger, he glared at Ye Xuan angrily and scolded.

"Whoever you brother, if you want to call, call him father."

Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously.

In his hand, he played with a sharp knife and fork.

It's short, but it's sharp.

"You!"

Jing Wuichiro looked stunned, wiped a little ruthlessness on his face, and shouted: "Little brother, this is my competition with Miss Yuhe, you interfere for no reason, it is too despicable." ”

"Compared with you, son, it is better for me to find someone to plot against the rain and lotus behind my back."

Ye Xuan sneered, and suddenly, his deep eyes became extremely cold, coldly scanning not far away, and scolded sharply: "If you don't come out again, don't blame me, kill the killer." ”

No one answered.

"Hehe, I don't shed tears when I don't see the coffin."

Ye Xuan smiled, his expression extremely cold.

The knife and fork that he played with in his hand burst out like a flying knife with a "boom".

"Boom!"

Cutlery is inserted into the door panel.

The wooden door, which is up to 20 centimeters thick, is crossed by a knife and fork.

A streak of blood splattered out of the small hole through which the knife and fork had passed.

And the man, who was sneaking in the wooden door, had a sharp knife and fork stuck in his throat.

The knife and fork pierced his neck horizontally, killing him directly.

"The other ones, aren't they coming out yet?"

Ye Xuan sneered playfully, and out of thin air in his hand, there was another sharp knife and fork.

"It is worthy of the sonic shock of the silver dragon Tang Xuan, with only a knife and fork, he can take people's lives a few meters away."

Behind the wooden door, several middle-aged men walked out, stared at Ye Xuan coldly, and said sharply.

"As a Chinese cultivator, you have become a lackey of the island country, you are really a shame on the motherland!"

Ye Xuan had a cold face, sneered a few times, looked at the middle-aged men with disdain, and scolded.

"Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food. You are also a cultivator, victory is king, defeat is a coward, compared to the speed of your tongue, it is better to see the truth under your hands. ”

The middle-aged men, with ruthless faces, glanced at each other, and then rushed towards Ye Xuan.