On the outskirts of Nagasaki, a large area of ancient Japanese-style buildings stands halfway up the mountain like a castle, with rockeries and ponds, pavilions, and a fat koi raised in the pond, all of which show the extraordinary identity of the owner of the mansion.

A girl in plain clothes, sitting on the ground, gentle as a clear spring, crystal clear, calm and waveless.

In front of her, a row of three samurai dressed in ancient kimonos, with respectful expressions, sat cross-legged with their heads bowed, as if facing the head of the family who was high, and their posture was very awe-inspiring.

"Ambition is not a climate, but he is also a descendant of my Xuexia family, my younger brother, and the Cruchimaru family crest cannot be desecrated!"

Under the snow, Yang Xue held the cup in one hand and supported the bottom with the other, and gently took a sip of matcha gently and politely, revealing a sighing indifferent smile on her delicate face.

"Miss Yangxue, what do you mean?"

One of the samurai asked, looking down.

"I don't want to know who that Chinese man is, I just want to meet his people, in Japan, in Nagasaki, in the family mansion under the snow. ”

Every move of Yang Xue under the snow is in line with the strictest tea ceremony etiquette, and even when she speaks and spits words, she moves her lips slightly, like the oldest Chinese lady, full of nobility everywhere.

"Yes, Miss Yangxue, let your subordinates bring him back! Ryunosuke is my younger brother, and I should avenge his death. Kuranosuke Matsumoto said in a deep voice, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

At this time, another slightly older samurai sneered and said: "Ryunosuke is a sword saint who has just entered the Baodan, but he can't even catch a move from that Huaguo, even if you go to Zangnosuke, how many moves can you resist him?"

"As a retainer of the Yukishita family, even if I commit suicide by disembowelment, I will not disgrace the glory of the Cross-Pill family crest. I will fight to the death and shed the last drop of blood for my family!" said Kuranosuke Matsumoto in a solemn tone, ready to fight to the death.

"Stupid! Why do you want to die in vain when you know that you are invincible? Your death will only insult the reputation of the family and smear the Chimmaru family crest. The eldest samurai reprimanded sharply.

"Nagano-kun, what do you mean?" asked Kuranosuke Matsumoto, confused.

Koji Nagano smiled slightly, and said coldly: "We can't beat that Huaguo, can't we beat his father, his mother, his family, and his friends? ”

"Miss Yangxue!" Matsumoto Kuranosuke looked at the plain-clothed girl, as if asking for her final opinion.

Under the snow, Yang Xue nodded lightly, and said in a weak tone: "What Mr. Nagano meant, is what I mean." I just want the result, I don't care about your process. ”

Whew!Whew!

The three Japanese sages of the Baodan realm stood up at the same time, holding the hilt of their swords, bowing deeply to the plain-clothed girl, and shouting in unison: "Yes!"

Bang!

At this moment, the gate of the family under the snow was violently blasted open by a strong force, and several figures were violently knocked away like sandbags, and they fell to the ground one by one, all of them unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"Who said they wanted to see me just now?"

Xu Feng stepped into the sky, stepped on the three-foot void, and looked down at everyone condescendingly, majestic like a god!

"Are you...... Xu Feng!"

The plain-clothed girl's eyes widened, and her gritted teeth were full of hatred.

It was the man in front of her who cut off her biological brother's hands, making Xiongzhi a waste from then on.

"Don't you want to see me? Now, I'm here!"

Xu Feng's Japanese is fluent and smooth, without the slightest dialect accent, which is a little more authentic than the Japanese of Yang Xue under the snow.

"Three gentlemen, I want his hands!"

Under the snow, Yang Xue took a few steps back with her body at the same time as the cold voice commanded, avoiding the battlefield.

"Yes!"

The three major sword saints shouted at the same time.

The finely forged Japanese katana was pulled out, and the cold light was like mercury leaking to the ground, and the sound of clattering slashed through the sky, making a heart-palpitating sword sound.

Sandaosen's white knife, left and right, presents a three-way siege, blocking any angle from which Xu Feng may dodge, as if reproducing Sasaki Kojiro's Yanhui stunt back then, one knife and three slashes, death but no life.

"Hmph, but that's it, I'm looking down on you. Yang Xue sneered under the snow.

These three are all well-known Baodan Sword Saints in the Japanese kendo world, especially when the three of them work together, they can simulate the legendary sword skill Yan Hui.

Even if it is a pseudo-immortal who is a half-step Gangdao, he can't escape the fate of being slashed by them with three knives, which can be said to be under Gangdao, killing everything.

If Xu Feng's distance was ten meters away, there might still be a glimmer of life. But now Xu Feng is only five or six meters away from the three major sword saints, no matter how fast he moves, it is impossible to be faster than the three of them.

"Die!"

The eyes of the three of them showed a bloodthirsty fierce light, as if they had seen the ending, the bloody and miserable scene.

When!when!

However, the picture that stunned them appeared, three swords, and the finely forged katana, under the full strength of the three sword saints, slashed the body of the Chinese man head-on.

One knife in the left shoulder, one knife in the right shoulder, and one knife directly above the head.

The three knives slashed, but there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and a strong force rebounded suddenly, breaking the blade in an instant, and even shaking the handle in their hands directly out.

The three great sword saints only felt a tingling sensation in their hands, followed by a strong tingling sensation.

They looked down and saw that their hands had been cracked alive, and blood was dripping down.

But the young man from Huaguo still stood still, not a single move, not a single injury, like a god on earth who could not be offended.

"No, it can't be, this, it's absolutely impossible!"

Under the snow, Yang Xue suddenly felt her throat dry, and she was so shocked that she even stammered when she spoke, completely lacking her usual demure like water.

These are the three great sword path saints, and the three of them joined forces to show their legendary sword skills, and they also slashed their opponents head-on.

Why, and why is it the way it turned out?

He was actually not injured, but instead shocked the three sword path saints to the point that the injuries were not light.

"You, you, you are ......" Matsumoto Kuranosuke's lips trembled and spat out two words - "Immortals!"

Martial Immortals!

Only the martial immortals who stepped into the Gang Dao had an invincible Earth Gang Protector that could stand still and resist the joint killing of the three of them.

They never imagined that the seemingly young Chinese man in front of them would be the legendary Digang Martial Immortal, a terrifying and boundless man!