In less than a minute, the Ichiwa Society, including Jiro Nakamura and everyone in Noyama-kun, died.

Yan Yangtian withdrew the Shura needle and looked at Qin Xin.

Qin Xin's body had returned to normal, his face was pale, there was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he had suffered a small injury, but it was fine.

It can also be seen from this that the bloodline is powerful, although Nakamura Jiro did not use all his strength in a hurry, but after all, he is a grandmaster, even if he changes it to an ordinary mid-stage martial artist with internal qi with a casual blow, he will definitely die.

Seeing Yan Yangtian looking over, Qin Xin took a deep breath and said, "Brother Yan, I'm fine." ”

"Hmm. Yan Yangtian responded, threw the mobile phone he got from Nakamura Jiro to Qin Xin, and said, "Call the people of the First Peace Association and ask them to come and collect the corpse." ”

After Yan Yangtian finished speaking, he said to Han Xue, who walked to his side: "Let's go to Jiang's house." ”

Soon the three of them left the scene and went to Jiang's house.

Although there is still half a day before the seven-day appointment between Yihe Sword King and the Jiang family, the killing of Nakamura Jiro and Noyama-kun is estimated to make Yihe Sword King furious, and he will be killed soon.

Yan Yangtian put the final decisive battle in the Jiang family, and killed the Yihe Sword King in front of Jiang Wufeng's mourning hall to comfort Jiang Wufeng's spirit in the sky.

......

At the headquarters of the First Peace Society, the Yihe Sword King, who had just come out of the customs, sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, drinking tea calmly, and his movements were elegant and dusty.

On his lap lay a seemingly ordinary katana, but few people knew that it was one of the three major artifacts of the East Island, the Grass Flow Knife, which was not only extremely sharp.

This time to return to Huaxia, looking for the sword god Ximen City to take revenge is only one of them, the real purpose is to dominate the Chinese martial arts world, let the sword flow blossom in Huaxia, do whatever you want.

In the battle with Ximen City, he pretended to be injured and made a seven-day appointment, just to see how the Huaxia martial arts world reacted to his arrival, and by the way, to see if there were any real masters.

After all, I haven't set foot in China for ten years, and the cultivation environment has changed, and maybe there will be a master.

If there is no master, it is just to deter the warriors of Huaxia and surrender without a fight.

The scheming of the Yihe Sword King is so deep that it is difficult for even the eldest disciple of Nakamura Jiro to see through, not to mention the Hongsha who is not even a formal disciple, and even the realm of the Yihe Sword King is not clear, let alone what he wants in his heart.

"Lord of the Sword, it's not good!!"

At this moment, Gu Tianxiong hurriedly walked in, his old face full of panic.

The quiet tea drinking was disturbed, and a look of displeasure suddenly appeared on the face of Yihe Sword King, and he looked at Gu Tianxiong and said lightly: "What happened?"

Gu Tianxiong trembled in panic and said, "The young chief is dead...... Dead, killed by Yan Jue!!"

"What did you say? Jiro is dead??"

"Ka!"

The teacup in the hand of the Yihe Sword King instantly turned into powder, and the terrifying killing machine exploded like a monstrous wave.

Under the terrifying killing machine, Gu Tianxiong was directly shocked and flew out, spitting blood from his mouth, and fell to his knees in fear, trembling.

The dignified head of the ancient family has fallen to such a point that it is really sad enough to kneel down to the people of Dongdao.

"What about Yeshan-kun, is he also dead?" Yihe Sword King stared at Gu Tianxiong condescendingly and asked coldly.

"Yes...... Yes, Noyama-kun is also dead. Gu Tianxiong trembled without daring to raise his head.

“......”

"Waste, what do I want you to do!"

The terrifying killing machine enveloped Gu Tianxiong again, and a dazzling sword flashed.

"Don't ......"

Before Gu Tianxiong finished begging for mercy, he couldn't speak anymore, and looked at the angry Yihe Sword King in horror, and a blood line slowly appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"Find Yan Jue within ten minutes, or you will all go to hell for me!" Yihe Sword King didn't even look at Gu Tianxiong's corpse, and roared angrily, and the roar spread throughout the entire Yihe Society.

Ten minutes later, Yihe will pour out of the nest.

......

On the huge square of the Jiang family's compound, Yan Yangtian sat peacefully on the big chair, and behind him were Han Xue, Qin Xin, and Jiang Mingyu.

Standing not far behind them were Ximen Bing and Dao Maniac, the two of them still came, but not to seek revenge on Yan Yangtian, but to watch the battle.

Ximen Bing wanted to know the outcome of the battle between Yan Yangtian and Yihe Sword King at the peak.

Compared to the enemy, they appear to be weak.

There are more than 100 people in the Yihe Society, and the back of the Yihe Sword King is crowded, and there are many familiar faces inside, who are people from the Gu family and the Mu family.

Yihe Sword King has a grass flow knife hanging from his waist, his slightly old face has a calm expression, and the clothes on his body are windless and automatic.

At the moment of confronting Yan Yangtian, the original anger in his eyes disappeared, as if the world master was calm and distant.

There is no other reason, because of Yan Yangtian's strength!

He sensed the pressure on Yan Yangtian, Yan Yangtian's strength far exceeded everyone's imagination, and he was a real master.

"I was surprised by your strength, no wonder you dared to kill me. Yihe Sword King looked at Yan Yangtian, and after half a sound, he slowly spoke.

As soon as the Sword King spoke, everyone in the Yihe Association was shocked.

is such a simple sentence, but it is not difficult to hear that Yihe Sword King attaches great importance to Yan Yangtian and admits that Yan Yangtian is qualified enough to be his opponent.

"There's nothing you dare to kill an animal, it's time for you old animal next. Yan Yangtian opened his mouth lightly, and he was also very calm.

"Really?"

"Uhhh

A sword that was so dazzling that the sun had lost its light, spanning the void of dozens of meters, instantly appeared above Yan Yangtian's head and slashed down.

One punch!

Yan Yangtian seemed to raise his hand casually, and it just hit the slashing knife.

The seemingly powerless sword and fist collided together, but it was like a meteorite colliding.

"Boom—"

The void exploded, the earth rolled, and terrifying spiritual power fluctuations shook in all directions.

Han Xue, Qin Xin, and Jiang Mingyu retreated again and again under a soft force, and did not stop until they retreated to the edge of the square.

Ximen Bing and the knife maniac also retreated to their side, their faces flushed pale.

The people of the First Peace Conference were not so lucky, they were all overturned to the ground, and the crying father and mother fled out of the square in a panic.

The battle in the field was no longer visible, and in the dusty air, only two figures could be seen flickering, and the damage caused did not seem to be as strong as it had been at the beginning.

But looking at the cracks in the ground that have been cut like tofu, it is not difficult to imagine the terrifying power contained in it.

Looking at the battle in the air, Ximen Bing's face became more and more pale, and his heart became more and more gloomy.

Even the sword maniac can see that Yihe Sword King did not exert his full strength at all in the battle with the Sword God Ximen City.

With the strength that Yihe Sword King showed at this time, not to mention the Sword God Ximen City, who was not a real great grandmaster, even a real great grandmaster might not be able to take a few moves.

"Uncle Knife......"