"How about talking about transactions?" British chess is confident.

"Say." Ye Wudao was not afraid.

"I, He Ge Wangyou, plus Yun Ling, you will die."

British Yi smiled and said, "As long as you promise to give up Murong Xuehen, I can not interfere or even help you. How about it? In this way, you will have at least half of the chance of dying. This business is very cost-effective. I know that Murong Xuehen will not fall in love with me even if you die. But if you make her fall in love with me, it is a different matter. If you want a beauty or a country, you have to think clearly."

Before Ye Wudao could answer, British Yi looked at Ye Wudao with a pity and shook his head and said, "And you don't have much time left. If nothing unexpected happens, the entire family of Koga Fukushiro who was destroyed by your subordinates has gone to your parents. I can't guarantee when a beast like him will make, so your current choice is to want beauty, or to have a country and relatives."

Yun Ling, who had confronted Ye Wudao several times, shook his head. He knew that the most taboo thing about this shadow was that others threatened him. The negotiation skills of this British chess are really worse than those of him, a killer who uses killing numbers as bargaining chips. Yun Ling directly shifted his sight from the eight tribes of British chess. It was really a shame to cooperate with such a guy. These seven eight tribes are more shadowy than mercenaries. If Ye Wudao wants to kill, he can still kill them completely, but the premise is that he and the monster from Wakayama do not take action.

"When you are qualified to negotiate with me, you don't have enough chips yet." Ye Wudao sneered.

Being in a state of death without being shocked.

Ye Wudao, holding Xuanyuan, looked at Hege Wangyou opposite and gave his back to British chess with extreme arrogance.

The simple and elegant Xuanyuan Sword is not as dazzling as the outside world's rumors, but compared to the increasingly charming demon sword village. This holy sword has great righteousness. This righteousness is not pure so-called justice, but the most primitive and pure energy between heaven and earth, different from the destructive Emperor Dao Chixiao Sword. It is also different from the powerful and powerful Taia Sword. The vast and mysterious Chinese cannot be speculated by common sense.

"Wakayama Izumo Cong Sword has not been stained with dust for two hundred years." Wakayama Wangyou pulled out the shiny long sword behind her, and the sword energy around her suddenly became terrifying.

"Xuanyuan, the Sword of the Holy Dao, has not drunk blood for three hundred years." Ye Wudao, whose dark eyes are full of silence and coldness, gently flicked the sword body of the Xuanyuan Sword, and a crisp collision sounded.

Just as the fingers piercing through the eardrums came out from the point where Ye Wudao shot the sword body and waved to the surroundings, Ye Wudao's figure disappeared instantly, and appeared like a ghost behind the Qianwei Eight Tribes in the land without the Moon-Looking Luan Feather. Almost at the same time, countless thorns emerged on the ground. Three of the Eight Tribes protected the British chess, and the Qianwei Eight Tribes were all proficient in ninjutsu and illusion.

In the Hibiscus, he is two meters tall. Like the Shikigami Beast King, he is a character who breaks through the limits of the ninja's body. He is good at silence. There are no less than a hundred people who are beaten by him. Those stings are his masterpiece, just a simple ground resonance. His flexibility is proportional to his burly body.

Aya Aiha who protected the British chess, was good at dancing with her sleeves and a woman's face than a woman. There were also Kuraji who used two full moon scimitars in the ground and Moriya in the ink and bare hands. The thin ninja who jumped up and down and threw out countless darts was named Komyo Komori, and the two eight tribes who stabbed Ye Wudao with samurai swords were called Ito Kata and Matsumoto Natsumoto.

After all, the Qianwei Eight Tribes are the best in the Japanese assassination group, and their cooperation is perfect.

If these seven people want to encircle and suppress two members of the Sacred Warrior Order, they may be able to succeed. With a British chess, it is absolutely possible to fight against three Sacred Warriors and be undefeated. It is not easy for Ye Wudao to wipe out all of them.

Wealth and honor are in danger.

For those who are on the verge of life and death, survival also requires danger!

Bang!

Scarlet blood burst out from Ye Wudao's body because of the piercing darts. Xiaofeng Gongyue, who was originally preparing to cover the next dart offensive for his companions, suddenly found that the man rushed straight to his eyes. A ray of light cut through the sky, and the next second, his head had already flew out of his body and rolled to the ground.

He died with no eyes closed and he never thought that this man would start the beginning in this way.

Life and death are just a moment.

Ye Wudao fell back like a tumbler and leaned back almost to the ground. He could barely avoid the two samurai swords and slashed his body with unexpected rotation with the heels on the ground. He swung a large circle like a thousand troops swept across the army, killing the two members of the eight divisions who were floating back in the opportunity. The price was that he was knocked out by the Spring Ancient Bud, which was waiting for an opportunity to move, nearly ten meters away.

When Ye Wudao's body drew an arc and fell into the distance, the whale shark in Yun Ling's hand also sounded accurately.

The smell of gunpowder is mixed with blood.

Ye Wudao's body was twisted strangely at almost the same moment. The bullet that should have shot his heart was just through his shoulder blades. For a whale shark that could be comparable to a heavy sniper rifle, it was easy to penetrate the bodies of three people.

He spitted out blood, and Ye Wudao, who was holding the sword, drifted to the ground with the tip of the sword. Ye Wudao, who was hit sideways, could clearly determine the degree of damage to the ribs. Yun Ling's attack made the left hand lose half of it. This guy was still as vicious and cunning as before.

He actually killed three in one go. These Thousand Tail Eight Tribes are really not ordinary big shrimps. Ye Wudao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the British chess with a drastic expression like a wild beast. This time, even if he killed half his life, he would keep your body behind!

"That guy from Wakayama, don't wait until he destroys all the Qianwei Eight tribes before taking action. In that case, our plan to encircle and annihilate him will be ruined. This guy is Xiaoqiang who can escape even by being chased by nine holy warriors, so you can do it now. I, don't worry, I almost know his weakness." Yun Ling glanced at the motionless Wakay Wuyou and sneered.

At the moment when Hege Wuyou frowned, Ye Wudao had already started again on the toes. Yun Ling pulled the trigger, shot accurately, changed the magazine, and completed the action in one go. Although Ye Wudao was fast enough, he could always shoot Ye Wudao's footing point at the first time, which forced Ye Wudao to constantly change his direction of progress. When Ye Wudao rushed to the burly Spring Brush, Yun Ling finally stopped shooting.

Facing Ye Wudao, who was ready to hit him, Ye Wudao, who was spinning like a top, strangely accelerated around the Quanyan Huabu, and threw the Xuanyuan sword in his hand in a way of swinging the Yan. When he rushed to less than three meters in front of the British Yi and the others, the Xuanyuan sword that wiped the Qingyan Huabu's neck had returned to Ye Wudao's hand.

The British chess retreated with lightning, and his heart was filled with pain. The Qianwei Eight tribes followed him for many years and made great achievements. They originally wanted to pave the way for themselves to win the Japanese gangster through this Sino-Japanese gang war. Unexpectedly, they had been smooth sailing after entering mainland China, but they were defeated by Ye Wudao.

Na Xiangyu, who was good at dancing with her sleeves, danced her long sleeves, which looked like a long snake wandering in the air. The two scimitars in Moriya seemed to have the intention of a swallow circling. After throwing them out, they shone them in the air, bringing out a series of gloomy arcs. The bare-handed Kurama master was fighting against Ye Wudao head-on. If it weren't for Yun Ling's sniping, they would not have organized such a tight defensive circle.

Ye Wudao is not a god. The myth of taking the head of the general from a million troops can only appear in the novel.

He was slightly frozen after being blocked, and he felt alert for a moment.

A loud and sharp sound.

The Shengdao Xuanyuan Sword and the Izumo Cong Sword finally had their first confrontation, and two brilliant streams drew two perfect arcs in the air that finally intersected one point.

Nai Xiangyu's long sleeves and the two scimitars were directly chopped away by Wage Wangyou's Izumo Cong Sword. The sword he leaped over the British Yi and the heads of everyone was too sharp. Ye Wudao was in a disadvantaged position and took the Xuanyuan Sword and cut six or seven meters on the street before stopping.

Huge Wangyou finally took action, and as soon as he took action, he was shocked.

Huge Wangyou, who raised Yun Cong Jian, still closed his eyes tightly, faced Ye Wudao's direction, and said, "Sword is a good sword. But it's a pity."

Ye Wudao smiled bitterly and looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand that was treasured by the Murong family for hundreds of years. A crack appeared in the sword body. The fake one was fake after all. Although it was also extremely sharp, if he faced Xiao Yichen's Emperor Dao Chi Xiao and Nangong's Virgin Dao Taia, he might be more obvious. However, it would be too early to break the sword. Since Ye Wudao could compete with the domineering soldier Huang Quan with Leng Feng, let alone the strong soldier in his hand.

In the blink of an eye.

The two long swords clashed for the second time, followed by a dazzling close-range battle.

Ye Wudao's sword was in a different direction, and he pointed directly at the gate of Hege Wuyou's life. Hege Wangyou's sword was very powerful, which was similar to Nangong's Great Dao Reincarnation Sword. Ye Wudao held the sword in his right hand and danced the sword weapon in all directions. The injured left hand gently circled, and took advantage of the continuous Tai Chi momentum.

At this time, Yun Ling gave a look at the British yi. The latter nodded slightly, and a dagger carved with the nine-tailed Fox Family Emblem appeared in his sleeve, which quietly walked behind Ye Wudao. Yun Ling took out another Iron Lingshu pistol with a slightly less powerful but increased firing rate. He fired both guns at the same time. No matter Ye Wudao and Wuge Wangyou, it was actually a double kill.

British Yi stared at Ye Wudao's back coldly. He was so determined to kill him. In addition to Murong Xuehen, what is more important is that he knew that the princelings who were fishing in troubled waters had grown into a huge gang that was no less than the Yamaguchi group. Once Japan was defeated in this Sino-Japanese gangster battle, he would never have the chance to defeat Ye Wudao in China with his own hands.

Wuyou, who came uninvited, was also hired by a mysterious employer. They were not the roles that could be called in English.

But they all want Ye Wudao to die.

If you kill him, you will be able to become the leader of Yamaguchi Group with justification and then reach the peak of the Japanese underworld.

The British chess smiled gloomy, and the dagger in his hand shone with a flash of light.

His pupils shrank as he stared at the battle situation.

The time is here!
Chapter completed!