When Zhai Minzhu fell into a short silence, someone had already rushed to the table.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon flag rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword qi is like frost......"

Zhai Shaolong, the dignified Zhai Qishao.

When Song Yun was constantly fighting to the death on stage, Zhai Shaolong felt the adrenaline surge more than once.

There is no hope of becoming a martial artist in this life, but in the next life, he will definitely enter the ancient martial arts.

Zhai Shaolong has always wanted to participate, but he didn't know what to do, when he heard his sister read "Man Jianghong" out loud, and Song Yun instantly accelerated, burst into angry drinks, kill!

At that moment, Zhai Shaolong finally knew what he should do.

Although it is the same nine-year compulsory education as my sister, Zhai Qishao has always been a scumbag, and he really can't do what poems are suitable for the situation, but we dare to roar, this song is very popular, it belongs to the song of the tough guy, and Zhai Shaolong feels that it is particularly suitable for the occasion.

Pulling his throat and starting to roar, when he didn't see Song Yun's blood-stained sleeves, but the more he fought, the more brave he became, those people in the Zhai family felt that their blood was boiling, and they didn't know how to vent, and they panicked.

At the critical moment, hearing Zhai Shaolong's howl, it was like having completely found an outlet, and many people instinctively sang along.

At that moment, many people felt that their scalps were numb, their bodies trembled with excitement, and their blood boiled into this environment, and the whole high song became a chorus!

Do you believe that between heaven and earth, there is really an invisible and untouchable righteousness?

There is always something that transcends human cognition and common sense.

And then at that moment, everyone present, whether they understood it or didn't understand it, were fortunate enough to see Song Yun's sixth, yes, sixth contrarian acceleration.

The boxing technique has indeed reached its limit, but Song Yun, there is still a sword!

The blood-red sword flashed out.

There were many people in the audience who blurted out:

"Am I grass? The sword is coming?! ”

The bloody sword, like a dragon roaring in the sky, is as fast as a shock.

Cui Ming was dumbfounded.

"It's continued, it's really renewed."

At the moment when Song Yun's long sword flashed out, everyone's chorus happened to be that sentence:

"Who can fight after twenty years!"

"Kill!"

The angry shouts are shocking and deafening.

Under the end of the situation, the speed of Kimura Ichiro's defense was relatively slow, and finally slowed down, he still didn't wait for the moment of counterattack, no matter how beautiful he thought, or even how groundbreaking the expected counterattack was, it didn't matter anymore.

Condensed and above the long sword, there is a magnificent righteousness.

It was an aura that echoed from afar, and it had simply surpassed the place where the sword blade was.

There must be a knife in the warrior's mind, which is just a synonym, when the warrior's pride, glory, anger, and merge with the blade of the sword, he can still be invincible.

"Whew!"

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and from an unexpected angle, it accurately crossed Kimura Ichiro's defense, blood splattered, and it was accompanied by several broken fingers of Kimura Ichiro.

Song Yun shouted angrily:

"Can you give me a middle finger again?"

The former arrogance, the former disdain, when in an absolute disadvantage and disadvantage, what has been said and pretended to be compared will become a merciless slap in the face and be pumped madly in the face.

Kimura Ichiro was filled with anger and deep remorse.

Careless, really careless.

Song Yun's injury made the contempt in Kimura Ichiro's heart dominate, and he had the opportunity to fight with a sword, but after he didn't take Song Yun in his eyes, he never took the knife.

By the time I wanted to change my moves, it was too late.

Song Yun's momentum is like a rainbow, and he can no longer be resisted.

"Kill!"

Angry shouts, like the roar of an angry dragon.

Song Yun stepped forward, accumulating strength, his whole body rose from the ground, his heart was thundering, Song Yun, whose face was like a peaceful lake, did dare to die and dare to fight, but he was not doing something that he was not sure of.

When a warrior rises from the ground, it is the most dangerous time, which means that he must be killed with one blow, otherwise, he will fall into an absolute disadvantage.

Since Song Yun has chosen so many now, it means that everything is time.

After the body is off the ground, it spins wildly.

The blood-red light flickered, and above the ring, there were countless blood-red sword flowers, flying, agitating, echoing each other from afar.

At that moment, the sword qi was like a vortex, like a tornado, and it was close in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Snort!"

There were a few subtle sounds, and although Kimura Ichiro tried his best to dodge, he was completely swallowed by the blood-red light.

It seemed like a long time, but in fact, it was only a moment.

Song Yun and Kimura Ichiro's bodies staggered.

Pointing diagonally at the ground with their long swords, the two turned their backs to each other, and at this time, the singing had dissipated, and everyone looked at the delicate ring.

Song Yun's voice sounded indifferently.

It's like drinking tea from a friend, stepping on the moon, calm and unbelievable.

"Say, you will die in a foreign land, but unfortunately, you just don't believe it."

The moment Song Yun's words fell, blood shot out from Kimura Ichiro's throat and heart at the same time.

The strength of the whole body dissipated like a tide.

Kimura Ichiro was very unwilling and couldn't exert his full strength until he died, but he no longer had any chances.

"Poof."

The body fell to the ground, Kimura Ichiro didn't bat his eyes, and in his dilated pupils, there seemed to be an indescribable, inexplicable attachment, perhaps, it was a reminder of the cherry blossoms in his hometown.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore.

The seven Yanxia warriors who died should have had a different and wonderful life.

This is the price Kimura Ichiro should pay.

At this moment, the huge venue of Guiyun Villa has truly become a library-like existence.

Everyone was in shock, in disbelief, silent, even if a silver needle dropped, they could hear it.

It's too unreal, in the case that no one is optimistic, Song Yun attacked to the end from the beginning and killed the invincible Kimura Ichiro, shouldn't this be the story in the book?

Today, it is really happening in front of everyone's eyes, how dare people believe it easily.

Some people's mouths grow unconsciously, and even if saliva comes out, they forget to wipe it.

The first to react was Cui Ming, who exhaled a long breath, and his voice became so full and agitated for the first time:

"Winner, Song Yun!"

"Winner, Song Yun!"

shouted twice in succession, otherwise he couldn't express his excitement.

It was at this time that everyone reacted.

Those people from the four major families have very complicated expressions, the matter of the port business, after all, because of Song Yun's existence, still fell into the hands of the Zhai family, how can this make people willing, but Song Yun killed Kimura Ichiro strongly, can you say that this matter is wrong? The heart is still very troubled and entangled.

Everyone in the Zhai family had already cheered, and Ye Qianqian and others, who had the closest relationship with Song Yun, couldn't help crying with joy.

Sure enough, no matter what, you can choose to believe Song Yun, this man, has never disappointed......