Urban Madness

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"what?!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Leng Feng and the many other members of the Eastern Excalibur team were shocked, extremely surprised, and couldn't believe his ears.

Ye Fan beats three, are they responsible for calling 666?

This is too self-confident, and it simply doesn't put the three Japanese powerhouses in the eyes.

A few days ago, even though Ye Fan used a thousand enemies to show his might.

But these three enemies are not ordinary special forces.

Taro Miyamoto is an A-level supernatural ability player who controls Thunder and possesses the strength comparable to a martial arts master.

If it hadn't been for Ye Fan to rescue him, Leng Feng would have been killed.

It is no exaggeration to say that Taro Miyamoto alone is enough to make everyone in the field fall into the sand and wipe out the entire army.

The two of Hattori and Misaki also revealed powerful auras, and they were definitely not inferior to Miyamoto Taro.

Now, Ye Fan is going to fight one against three, which is too big!

The three powerhouses in the opposite Japanese country also seemed to be greatly humiliated.

Hattori shouted sharply: "Smelly boy, dare to speak wild words! Do you know who I am? My master is a famous swordsman in the country of Japan. I have a true biography of master, and it can be called-- "

"Don't be fussy!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan interrupted directly: "I'm not interested in listening to a dead man's nonsense!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, as if he was explaining something natural and righteous, without any provocation.

But when he heard this, Hattori was furious. He never expected that Ye Fan would treat him as a dead person before they even fought.

I have seen someone crazy, I have never seen such a crazy point!

"stupid!"

Hattori scolded: "Boy, since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

As he said, the momentum on his body changed drastically.

Before, Hattori's appearance could only be described by the term "ordinary", and he wouldn't take a second look when he was thrown into the crowd.

But now, he seemed to have turned into a peerless magic weapon, sharply sharp, pierced into the sky, and the samurai uniform on his body, without wind, was like a blower blowing fiercely against him.

"boom!"

A solid pressure, centered on his body, spreads in all directions, and the surrounding air is stagnant.

Many members of the Oriental Excalibur in the distance, their faces were extremely solemn, and the exposed skin seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade.

Only the strong master can bring such oppression to them.

Although Hattori is not a superpower, he is a master-level swordsman. In terms of combat effectiveness, he is definitely not inferior to Miyamoto Taro.

At this moment, his eyes are staring at Ye Fan, his eyes are like torches, and he has entered a state of no distraction.

As if in his eyes, apart from Ye Fan, there is nothing else between heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, Misaki, who is wearing a kimono and beautiful as a peach blossom, is next to her. The corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and a strange smile is outlined, and her lips slightly open:

"Tsk tsk...Hattori is really moving! This kid, if he can't even take a trick, he will die on the spot! I don't know how his blood tastes like?"

At the end, Misaki licked the corners of her mouth with her tongue, looking very expectant.

...

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a high-pitched knives sounded.

Hattori pulled out the sword from its sheath, and shot out like a long rainbow through the sun.

Visually! Tuna! Pay! Cut it off!

Between the sparks and the fire, there was a series of movements, running clouds and flowing water, in one go, without any muddling.

Hattori is a descendant of the Japanese swordsmanship. He practices the best sword-drawing technique, which is called "Jihe". It is said that after practicing to the extreme, he can draw swords hundreds of times in one second.

At this moment, the speed was so fast that it surpassed the limit of ordinary people's naked eyes. Ye Fan's position was completely shrouded by the sword, and there was no way to hide.

What is even more shocking is that this sword showed a dark red color, as if it was stained with the blood of the enemy, and when the sword was released, screams and wailing could be heard.

The evil spirit in it makes people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts. If you are a cowardly person, I am afraid that I have been scared to death, and I can't mention any resistance. I can only become a lamb to be slaughtered!

The Japanese country is a small country with a small land and many people and limited resources. In order to survive, everyone pursues the law of the jungle of Chiguoguo, the natural selection of things, and the survival of the strong. This characteristic has created a twisted personality of the nation.

They are very aggressive by nature, poor literature and military, arrogant and stubborn. When facing the strong, they turn their faces and can turn into loyal dogs wagging for mercy.

They seem to be low-key and tolerant, but in reality they are extremely violent. Once their strength surpasses the original strong, they will intensify their revenge.

Therefore, this character is also displayed in martial arts to the fullest.

Killing way!

A martial arts purely for killing!

At this moment, as soon as Hattor made a move, he used the strongest assassin, without any retention, trying to kill the opponent with one move.

His slash is as fast as thunder, and often the enemy is too late to react, and he is already in a different place.

...

"Stab!"

Tai Dao tore the air, turned into a roaring angry flood, piercing towards Ye Fan's throat.

fast!

Unimaginable fast!

It is worthy of being a Japanese sword, in the hands of Hattori, it has been sublimated into the most extreme martial arts.

However, in the face of this devastating sword, Ye Fan still stood on the spot, rooted at his feet, motionless, and had no intention of dodge.

Seeing that Tai Dao was about to stab him in the throat, Ye Fan suddenly raised his right hand, actually trying to take the knife with his bare hands.

Seeing him so big, the Hattori was extremely angry, looking mad, vowing to chop him into flesh.

"Chang!"

The sound of the sharp blade entering the body did not sound, but a sound of gold and iron humming.

The next moment, there was an incredible scene in the venue——

Ye Fan's used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to forcibly clamp the sharp edge of the sword between his fingers.

His fingers are slender and slender, white as jade, and seem to have no power.

On the other hand, that Taidao was sharp and unparalleled, with blood grooves on the blade, and its lethality was terrifying.

According to common sense, Taito's blade should be easy to cut off Ye Fan's fingers.

But the weird scene in front of him shocked everyone in the field, and his eyes were about to pop out of his eye sockets.

For a while, Hattori's heart set off a huge wave, which was beyond surprise.

With a single slash, he had already used twelve percent of his internal strength, carrying the power of a charge, even the copper wall and the iron wall could split.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan only used **** to move the knife next, and it seemed that it was effortless.

Is this physical strength still human?

Soon, big beads of sweat came out from Hattori's forehead, and the arm holding the sword kept trembling, and the vigorous internal energy poured into the sword. As long as the sword moved forward a little bit, Ye Fan could be hit.

But this little distance is like a gap between the sky and the earth, close to the end of the world, and it will never be crossed.

This shows that Ye Fan's strength is definitely far better than him.

...

"Hmph! The Japanese drew the sword, inherited from the Chinese magic, but did not learn the true essence, after all, it is difficult to be elegant!" Ye Fan criticized mercilessly.

If it were before, Hattori would definitely be furious, but now, he couldn't say a word, he was deadlocked in place, let alone slashing forward, he couldn't even withdraw the sword.

At the same time, in Ye Fan's body, he felt a very terrifying breath.

Reason tells him that he should stay away from Ye Fan immediately, but he is all on this sword.

If you lose the sword, it is equivalent to breaking your wings, and your combat effectiveness plummets.

At this moment, Ye Fan flashed a bit of cold light in his eyes, and shouted angrily:

"Give—me—broken!"

As soon as the voice fell, a powerful force, like a volcanic eruption, rushed to the Taito.

"Stab!"

In an instant, the sword forged from stainless steel fell apart and turned into dust, leaving no residue.

Until this huge force went away, it hit Hattori abruptly.

"boom!"

He was like being hit by a high-speed train, flying backwards hundreds of meters, breaking countless trees, and finally limp to the ground.

Looking into the distance, he saw a fist-sized hole in his left chest, his heart was blown out, and red blood gushed out.

Hattori didn't even have time to scream, and died completely.

One punch!