"boom!"
When Taro Aoki fell, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, staining Ye Fan's clothes and spreading all over the ground around him.
The blood is as bright as agate in the light of the mourning hall.
It's just that Taro Aoki is destined not to see that poignant beauty.
He didn't want to die, but after all he had no chance of survival.
He guessed the beginning and the process, but not the ending.
He is the heir to the Aoki family, the backbone of the blood medicine sect, and the slave of Saburo Aoki. He also wears the identity of an envoy of the Yang Kingdom.
In Taro Aoki's view, this is his gold medal to avoid death.
No matter what crime he committed, the outcome would never be death, not to mention the fact that his wise and powerful father also came to the scene.
Death is too far away from him.
But Taro Aoki never thought that Ye Fan would crush his own neck without fear.
Never die with peace of mind.
"Mr. Aoki!"
"Taro!"
When Taro Aoki staggered and fell to the ground, everyone present also reacted and let out shrill screams.
Aoki Daoji also had red eyes: "Taro!"
He can be considered a hero, and he has gone through many years of ups and downs, but when he saw his son die in front of him, he still lost control of his emotions.
Like his son, he didn't expect that even after he revealed his identity, Ye Fan still refused to give him face and directly killed his son.
That shock, that sadness, that anger made his whole body's blood burn.
More than a dozen Yangguo people also roared, causing the scene to become chaotic again.
Dugu Shang took a step forward and raised his sword to protect Ye Fan.
Zheng Siyue and others subconsciously retreated into the mourning hall, worried that the bloody battle between the two sides would affect them, but no one dared to point a gun at Ye Fan.
Zheng Siyue also murmured to herself: "Madman, madman, this is a madman..."
"Baga, Baga!"
"Ye Fan, you killed my son, I want you to pay with your life, I want you to pay with your life!"
Aoki Daoji grabbed a katana and rushed forward.
"Your son is just humiliating himself!"
Ye Fan also raised a knife and held it in his hand:
"However, if you are not convinced, I will give you a chance for revenge."
"It doesn't determine victory or defeat, it only determines life and death!"
He made a sword stance.
Killing the other party's two sons and beheading one of his daughters, a deep hatred has been forged, and Ye Fan doesn't mind eradicating the roots.
"Okay, okay, I will fight you to death tonight."
Aoki Taoji flashed his left hand, and more than a dozen silver needles came out, and then they stabbed into his body.
Kakaka——
As the silver needle penetrated, Ye Fan and the others clearly heard the sound of bones ringing.
Then, I saw that the size of Qingmudao Temple expanded in a circle.
No matter his hands, feet, waist or neck, he is a bit bigger and looks thicker.
What made Ye Fan squint his eyes the most was that the white hair of Qingmudao Temple became even whiter, and the remaining black hair at the base instantly turned white.
But the fighting spirit in his body rose instead of falling, rising steadily.
Aoki Daoji seems to have become a different person.
An indescribable pressure pressed on Ye Fan.
“Using medicine as a weapon?”
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "I didn't expect you to be able to do this."
"kill--"
Qingmudao Temple didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the katana and rushed towards Ye Fan.
A dozen Aoki masters also roared and charged, and Dugu Shang advanced to fight instead of retreating.
A fight broke out at the scene again.
Zheng Siyue wanted to run away, but her way out was blocked, so she could only continue to call for help.
At this moment, Qingmudao Temple has closed the distance.
"Whoosh——"
I saw a flash of the samurai sword, and even the shape of the sword could not be seen clearly. The sword had already struck Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan raised his weapon and swung it, blocking Qingmu Dao Temple's thunderous strike.
"when--"
The two knives collided and made a harsh sound.
Then the two of them took three steps back.
Ye Fan felt severe pain in the tiger's mouth, his energy and blood boiled, and his samurai sword broke with a sound, leaving only half of it.
"Damn, this old man's strength is too terrifying, isn't it?"
Ye Fan's mouth was moved: "It seems that those silver needles are quite effective."
Just as the thought passed away in a flash, Ye Fan was not afraid at all, and with overwhelming fighting spirit, he launched the attack first.
The half-cut knife became more and more dazzling, the knife tore through the night wind and chopped it away in the air.
"when--"
Qingmu Taoji had no expression on his face, waved his samurai sword, and had a head-on confrontation with Ye Fan.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Ye Fan struck out eighteen swords in one breath, and the swords were sharp, leaving traces of marks.
If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if ghosts stand in the way, they will kill ghosts.
But Aoki Tao Temple is not solemn at all. The katana can always block Ye Fan's attacks, making the sound of metal collisions ring in the night sky.
"when!"
When Ye Fan struck out eighteen swords, Qingmudao Temple shook his right hand and returned the sword.
As Qingmudao Temple struck with his sword, the whole air seemed to shake, looking extremely domineering.
"when!"
Ye Fan raised his knife to block it.
The horror of this knife cannot be described in words. In Ye Fan's eyes, only the sharpness of the samurai sword remained.
It not only shook the night sky, but also trembled Ye Fan's heart. Before the blade stopped, the terrifying power was deeply implanted in Ye Fan's heart.
Zheng Siyue subconsciously backed away again.
"when--"
With a loud noise, Ye Fan's body shook, and the blade was hit by the samurai sword of Qingmudao Temple. Brutal force poured in and slammed into Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's steps faltered, and he flew backwards.
After five or six meters, Ye Fan twisted his body, landed on his feet, stopped, and then fell.
Qi and blood boil.
To be continued...