When Xu Feng and the others walked through the passage and walked into the martial arts hall, they suddenly opened up, and immediately stepped into a huge venue of tens of thousands of square meters.

This is a huge gymnasium, Xu Feng and a few people are standing in the center of the field, and there are layers of stands around it, which are already full of people at this time.

Countless eyes gathered on him, countless breathing and talking sounds, reaching his ears, and countless figures meeting his eyes.

When Xu Feng raised his head, he saw thousands of Japanese warriors, wearing traditional black ancient kimonos and carrying swords at their waists, filling the entire martial arts hall.

These Japanese warriors, the weakest aura is the Transformation Realm Grandmaster, and among them, there are thousands of Baodan Sages, like clouds and rain, gathered together.

Among them, the most lacking is the martial immortals who have stepped into the Gangdao, there are only a few dozen people, and Digang plus Tiangang can't even make up a hundred.

It was only because of Xu Feng's massacre that Japan's martial artists were empty.

Even so, tens of thousands of Transformation Realm Grandmasters, thousands of Dan Sages, and nearly a hundred Gangdao Martial Immortals, in this Japanese martial arts hall, almost all the powerhouses in the entire Japanese martial arts world have gathered.

Fourteen thousand!

A total of 14,000 people filled the Budokan, which symbolizes the spirit of Japan.

Unified black kimono, unified traditional sword, all of them looked solemn and solemn, murderous, staring at the center of the martial arts hall, staring at the man from Huaguo.

It was he who killed all the martial immortals in Japan, including their masters, masters, their pavilion owners, door masters, their grandfathers, and ancestors.

Just because of him alone, hundreds of Gangdao Martial Immortals have all fallen, which has greatly damaged the vitality of the huge Japanese martial arts world, and many inheritances have been cut off, and it may be difficult to recover in the next twenty or Chinese New Year's Eve years.

Japan and China have been enemies for generations, and all dynasties have been at war continuously, especially in the past 100 years.

Now, they have seen with their own eyes that the man carrying the plaque of "Budokan" on his shoulders is equivalent to taking off the symbol of Japanese martial arts and carrying it on his shoulders.

National hatred and family hatred converged at this time.

In the martial arts hall, 14,000 Japanese warriors sat solemnly, staring at the man with their eyes, and everyone's breath condensed at this moment.

Like the endless sea, like the darkness of the abyss!

Invisibly, the word "kill" appeared in everyone's minds.

Several young Tianjiao who followed Xu Feng into the martial arts hall were all stunned at this time, and their faces became as pale as paper.

When they looked at the full house of Japanese warriors, the momentum, the killing intent, it was like being in the Shura Hell, surrounded by tens of thousands of fierce demons, who could be cramped and skinned at any time, drinking blood and eating flesh.

Even Ye Changqing, Yan Chengcheng and Mu Zhanye, who stepped into Digang, couldn't help but feel a chill, and even their legs began to tremble.

They are not only facing 14,000 Japanese martial arts powerhouses, but also facing the oppression of the entire Japanese martial arts community, and even the mighty coercion of the entire Japanese country and nation.

In the face of such majestic pressure, let alone them, even the martial immortals at the peak of Tiangang, such as You Xiaoyao, such as Lu Xuanji and others, all had to kneel on the ground and bow their heads.

There was a young Tianjiao whose legs trembled violently, and he had already begun to bend.

His face was flushed, and he was holding on to it, but it was full of bitterness, and he had reached the limit, and his bones were creaking.

It was his legs that were about to be crushed alive by this majestic god-like pressure.

Then there is the second, third, and fourth

The eight young Tianjiao who followed Xu Feng, even the three of them who entered the earth, were already stormy at this time, and they could fall to the ground at any time, kneeling under the oppression of a nation and a country.

Syllable!

Xu Feng smashed the plaque of "Martial Arts Hall" on his shoulder, causing the Japanese warriors to look sideways for a while.

That's when even crazier moves appeared.

He raised his right foot and stomped on the red plaque of the "Martial Arts Hall" with one kick.

Click, this plaque, which has been hung for fifty years, a plaque symbolizing the spirit of Japanese martial arts, was torn apart and shattered in front of 14,000 Japanese martial arts powerhouses.

Swish!

Everyone's eyes were completely focused on him.

All the mighty coercion of the audience also condensed on top of his head at the same time, as if an ancient divine mountain was hanging upside down and pressing on his body.

The pressure of the eight young Tianjiao around him was instantly reduced countless times, and at the last second when they were about to kneel, they finally supported their legs and held their dignity.

"You guys deserve it?"

"Don't say that there are 14,000 of you, even if it's 30,000, 50,000, 100,000, or million, what can you do with me?"

"Under the sky, who dares to suppress me?"

Xu Feng stepped on the huge plaque of the "Martial Arts Hall" and looked up at the 14,000 Japanese powerhouses in the audience.

His voice was like thunder, his momentum was like nine dragons soaring into the sky, the white clouds were hanging and scattered, and the birds were flying and dying!

Obviously fighting against 14,000 people with the strength of one person, he clearly stood on the sidelines, looking up at the whole audience.

However, in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that everything was reversed in an instant, it was they who were looking up at Xu Feng, and it was Xu Feng who was suppressing them, like an ancient heavenly dragon, hovering above the sky, looking down on the humble beings in the world.

With such momentum, earth-shattering, and moving ghosts and gods, even the eight young Tianjiao of Huaguo who were standing beside Xu Feng were full of pride, as if the entire martial arts state of mind had been sublimated in an instant.

In addition to Yan Qingcheng, Ye Changqing, and Mu Zhanye, the other five young Tianjiao actually successfully broke through at this moment, stepped out of the limit of the peak of Baodan, and officially entered the realm of Digang, becoming a generation of martial arts true immortals.

"Mr. Xu is really a myth in the world! My three brothers can fight to the death with Mr. Xu in their lifetimes, and they have no regrets in this life!"

"A hundred years ago, the three of you and I went to China to fight the first master of the Qing court.

"The past is the same, vividly, a hundred years, the reincarnation of heaven, it's our turn!"

Three old and sad voices came from afar, and from the other entrance passage of the martial arts hall, three white-haired old men staggered over.

And behind them, a group of strong men, with red upper bodies, showing strong and strong muscles, came carrying three heavy coffins.

"Miyamoto Dosai!"

"Miyamoto Sensai!"

"Miyamoto kills!"

"Carrying the coffin, go to the death and beg Mr. Xu to fight!"

The three heroes of Miyamoto a hundred years ago, and the three immortals of Miyamoto a hundred years later, carrying three coffins, with gray hair, stood in front of Xu Feng.