Urban Madness

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Thinking of Ye Fan's horrible deeds, Yuan Yinglang's vest was completely soaked in cold sweat, and he was afraid for a while, as if walking before a ghost gate.

Even Musashi, the first source in the Japanese swordsmanship world, died in Ye Fan's hands. Even if he practiced for a hundred years, he might not be Ye Fan's opponent.

However, Yuan Hideo was young and vigorous after all, and gritted his teeth: "Master, should we let that kid do the best? No matter how strong he is, he can't be better than a missile cannon, right?"

"silly!"

Kurosaki Yuo had a sullen face and an inscrutable appearance, and he sternly said: "Ye Beichen not only killed Master Juggernaut, but also bloodbathed Ise Shrine, killing hundreds of priests!"

These words were like nine days of thunder, exploding in the ears of everyone in the field.

Gen Hideo was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, with a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to speak a word.

If Gen Musashi is the strongest swordsman and the limit of mortals, then the great priest of Ise Jingu is the supreme **** and the true ruler of the Japanese country. Even the royal family and cabinet can only breathe in his breath.

Even if he was Genji's young master, he didn't dare to speak ill of the great priest behind his back, it was no different from blasphemy.

Yuanhide Lang never thought that Ye Fan could retreat all over after the bloodbath of Ise Jingu.

If he knew that the great priest had become Ye Fan's slave, he might have fainted on the spot!

At this time, Kurosaki looked at him with cold eyes, and continued: "If you still want to take revenge, I won't stop it, but only in your own name, don't drag others down!"

"No! I dare not!"

Gen Hideo quickly shook his head like a rattle, horrified.

Are you kidding me?

Now even if he borrowed his 10,000 courage, he didn't dare to provoke Ye Fan, wishing to hide away.

"Hey……"

At this time, Kurosaki sighed faintly, thinking of the last request made by Ye Fan just now, and with a bit of sorrow in despair, he muttered to himself:

"The old man wanted to take this opportunity to revitalize the Japanese martial arts. Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to succeed, he would also be embarrassed in front of the whole world, alas!"

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Ye Fan and the elite Chinese fighters gathered at the entrance of the hotel.

Seeing the smashed lobby, the other eight elite fighters looked dazed, not knowing what happened.

Ye Fan didn't explain, he took them directly to the venue of the Black Rock Desert.

The long yellow sand and the vast Gobi are awe-inspiring for the extraordinary craftsmanship of nature.

Because of the hot climate, which is as high as 40 degrees all year round, the Black Rock Desert is inaccessible, and there are no resources in it. Even explorers will not visit it, but it is perfect for competitions.

In the desert hinterland, even if it is turned upside down, it will not have any influence on the outside world.

The group of people waited for their inner strength, traveled hundreds of kilometers in the desert, and finally came to the competition venue.

This time the first Global Martial Arts Conference hosted by the United States, a total of more than 100 countries participated, and each country had ten entries.

At this moment, thousands of warriors, black, white, yellow, Indian...

Different skin colors come from different countries, but without exception, they reveal a powerful aura. They are all the peak powers in the world. Picking one out is the super master of Megatron.

It is no exaggeration to say that if these thousands of warriors unite and kill a lot, they can easily destroy a small country.

Ye Fan closed his eyes and quietly spread out his spiritual consciousness, as if he was in the vast starry sky, with more than a thousand stars shining around, either bright or dark.

Most of the stars are almost the same, but a dozen of them are huge, like bright and dazzling stars, radiant and radiant, revealing an aura of incomparable horror.

These lights are all symbols of spiritual power transformed into substance, from which we can see that their spiritual power is no less than the great priest of Ise Jingu.

Several of them seemed to perceive Ye Fan's snooping and were ready to fight back.

But before they did it, Ye Fan's consciousness was like a low tide in the ocean, disappearing instantly without a trace, leaving no trace.

"what?"

Suddenly, an old man in white robe holding a golden scepter in the distance suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were brilliant and extremely sharp, as if cutting the air in front of him.

"High Priest, what's wrong with you?" Several people next to each other came over and asked with concern.

If there are people from the Pyramid Nation here, they will be surprised to find that this white-robed old man is the most sacred and noble high priest of the Pyramid Nation.

In the Pyramid, the priesthood has a long and profound history, rooted in tradition.

Unlike the clergy in Western society, the priests of the Pyramid Kingdom do not exist for predicting divination or maintaining a relationship with a certain god, but are regarded as representatives of the pharaoh, holding heavy powers and participating in national affairs.

The high priest glanced around, was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Someone just spied on me with divine sense. As soon as I got up to kill me, he noticed it, leaving no clues!"

Hearing this, everyone around was surprised.

In their hearts, the high priest is an invincible existence. Once an enemy trespassed on the Pyramid of Khufu, trying to find the treasure of the Pharaoh. As a result, the high priest only thought of killing people invisible, causing enemies thousands of meters away to die.

They never expected that there would still be someone in this world that would deflate the high priest.

"This global martial arts conference is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, you must not underestimate the enemy!" the high priest said solemnly.

"Yes!" everyone responded.

...

"Rumble rumbling!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of galloping troops and horses in the distance, and the earth shook.

Many warriors in the field turned their heads subconsciously and looked at the source of the sound. Ten knights appeared in their sight.

These knights are tall and burly, and their whole bodies are covered in dark iron armor. The armor is engraved with many incomprehensible mysterious totems. Each ride only reveals their eyes and can’t see their looks. They hang from their waists. Wearing a beautifully shaped Damascus knife.

Damascus knives are made of Uzi steel ingots. The blades are covered with various patterns, such as clouds and flowing water, beautiful and unusual. This unique pattern looks beautiful, but is actually composed of countless small serrations that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The power is amazing. A blow can cause fatal damage to the enemy.

But what was truly shocking was the horse they sat on.

The ten war horses are all the purest Arabian horses. They are beautiful in shape, with a light head shape, and their hair is pure white without any blemishes. The skeletal and muscle ratios on their bodies are perfect, like a golden section, just like one. A perfect artwork.

But their hooves showed red glow like flames, rushing all the way, like a beacon and a prairie fire.

These ten horses came on the charge, fighting spirit is monstrous, mighty and extraordinary, like a thousand horses swept across, it makes people breathe.

In the air, it seemed that there was a strong killing air.

If ordinary people were here, they would be shivering with fright and limp to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xie Jinyuan's face was extremely solemn, and he said solemnly: "I really didn't expect that the Petroleum Nation would be so generous and sent out the Knights of the God of War!"

"The Knights of the God of War?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Xie Colonel, what is that?"

"General Ye, this is the ultimate force of the oil countries. It can be traced back hundreds of years. It is a killer weapon in the hands of the kings of the oil countries. It will never be used easily! These war horses, also known as the "fire wind", are like gold. Like watering, invulnerable!

When running at full force, the red horseshoes rubbed violently against the ground. The speed was so fast that the wind could even be heated to 100 degrees, and the surrounding vegetation was ignited! The power of a soldier charging on horseback is equivalent to the full blow of the Grand Master Huang Jing, unstoppable! "

Hearing these words, Ye Fan was quite surprised. He didn't expect the oil countries to have elite troops that are unknown.

In a sense, these knights mainly rely on their mounts, and if they dismount, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

But the biggest rule of this martial arts conference is that there are no rules.

The US super fighters are equipped with individual nuclear weapons. In comparison, the horses of the Petroleum Knights are nothing.