Han Feng walked to the front of the lowest first-level square platform and reached out to pull out one of the swords.

"Boss!" Dai Wei shouted worriedly.

Han Feng knew that Dai Wei was worried that other changes would occur, so he spoke to remind him.

"It's okay!" Han Feng said as he held the blade of one of the swords with his hands.

As soon as Han Feng held the blade, a cold feeling immediately passed along Han Feng's right hand. Han Feng's face darkened and he thought to himself what kind of steel this was, it was so cold. Han Feng used his right hand to hear the sound of strong friction between the bottom of the sword and the marble.

Come, gradually the entire knife body broke away from Fangtai and Han Feng held it in his hand. Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately nothing happened.

Han Feng held the blade with his left hand and the handle of the knife with his right hand, and watched the sword himself. The entire sword was black all over, with dark stripes engraved on the scabbard, and a dark green gem inlaid in the middle of the scabbard. The hilt was very long

, even if you hold both hands, there is no problem. Han Feng knows that this is the usual design pattern of Japanese war knives, and holding both hands can increase the attack strength.

Han Feng held the hilt in his right hand and slowly pulled out the battle knife. Half the battle knife was unsheathed, the sword body reflected a dazzling cold light. When the cold light shot into Han Feng's eyes, Han Feng actually felt a dizzy and crazy.

The murderous intent emerged from Han Feng.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Dai Wei, beside him, noticed that Han Feng was sweating heavily and frowned, as if he was deliberately controlling something, and it seemed that he was about to explode. Qiangzi and his subordinates were watching Han carefully

Feng, I don't know what happened to him.

Dai Wei was so scared that he pushed Han Feng hard and held the hilt with his right hand. The fighting blade returned to the scabbard. The moment the blade returned to the scabbard, Han Feng suddenly woke up.

He looked at everyone with an incredible look and said slowly: "I seem to know who these knives belong to?"

Han Feng looked down at the label on the scabbard, which was written in Japanese Chinese with the four words "Dagata Yixiong". Looking at these four words, Han Feng couldn't help but recite.

"Boss, who is this Dae Nagaixiong?" Dai Wei asked.

Qiangzi rushed to say, "I know that he is the second generation of Yamaguchi Group, a very amazing person."

Dai Wei: "How did you know? Isn't it fooled?"

"Tsk, who do you think of me? No matter what, we are also in the underworld. This time we are here in Japan to discuss cooperation. We always need to know more about the structure of the underworld organization in Japan. Before coming, I deliberately did it.

I found a record book about Yamaguchi Group. "Qianzi was very dissatisfied with Dai Wei's contempt.

"That's not just a temporary cram, what's there to be proud of?" Dai Wei murmured in a low voice.

"Look at what the names on other battle swords are, you should be able to understand them." Han Feng knew that many Japanese names were marked directly in Chinese.

After a while, they read it one after another.

"Yamada Hiichi"

"Green Nishiya Yasuo"

"Haoka Okamoto"

...

Listening to the names reported by everyone, Qiangzi murmured in a low voice: "It turned out to be them, the Yamaguchi group's previous generations, and the group leader."

Han Feng said in a deep voice: "It's them!"

"They are the leaders of various periods since the establishment of the Yamaguchi Group. These swords should be used by them when they fought for the Yamaguchi Group. I don't know how much blood is covered with, no wonder it reveals such a deep murderous aura." Han Feng

Said.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a knife tomb dedicated to these battle knives." Dai Wei said decisively.

"How did you know?" Han Feng asked.

"Boss, look!"

Following the direction of Dai Wei's finger, Han Feng suddenly found three huge Japanese characters engraved above one of the walls. Han Feng recognized two of them, "Battle Knife". Perhaps because it was too long, the red one on it

The paint is almost gone, and I can't see it if I don't look carefully.

"What do these three words mean?" Han Feng muttered, "Battle Knife Tomb!"

The secret cave where Han Feng and others are now located is the place where the Yamaguchi group leader and Ruotou's sword worship was worshipped. Later generations hope that the fighting spirit of these ancestors can always inspire the Yamaguchi group to continue fighting. But because of the recent ten

In the past few years, fewer people used swords, and Yamaguchi Group also transformed on a large scale, so there was no new sword worshiper from Ruotou and the team leader, which made the place covered in dust.

"Xiao Feng, do you know who the sword on the top belongs to?" Qiangzi pointed to the black sword on the top of the marble square platform and asked Han Feng.

"Whose?" Han Feng asked.

"Yamaguchi Haruyoshi! The founder of Yamaguchi Group." Qiangzi said.

"It turned out to be his. No wonder the offering is at the highest level, and the murderous aura is the most powerful." Han Feng's cold aura made people shudder.

"Xiao Feng, since these swords are all from these turtle grandsons, let's destroy him." Qiangzi suggested.

Hearing Qiangzi's words, Han Feng shook his head in disagreement.

Han Feng jumped to the marble square platform, and held the black sword that Yamaguchi Haruki, who stood proudly among the swords, had used in his right hand. The cold feeling of the scabbard and the murderous aura emitted by the entire sword reached Han Feng.

The limbs and veins.

Perhaps this sword has stood arrogantly for too long. Once someone holds it, the momentum of the sword will surge wildly. Han Feng secretly said that the sword has not been unsheathed, and the murderous aura is so great. Once it is unsheathed, it will inevitably be another one.

The bloody battle in the forest was storm. Han Feng exerted his right hand and the black battle knife broke out. The metal light emitted by the scabbard immediately shone brightly. The black gems on the scabbard were bright and bright.

Han Feng exerted a little force on his right thumb, and the sound of Canglang made the entire sword unsheathed for more than three centimeters. A cold light shot straight into the roof of the stone house along the three centimeters of the knife. At this time, Han Feng vaguely heard the whole stone house uttering "buzz"

With a buzzing sound, Han Feng looked down and found that the buzzing sound was actually a resonance from other battle swords on the square platform. The resonance sound wandered back and forth throughout the stone house for a long time.

"What a good knife that is rare in a century!" Han Feng couldn't help sighing after jumping off the square platform. After so long, he was in this wet and humid underground, the blade had gone through such a long time.

There was no rust at all, and the blade was still bright all over.

Suddenly, Han Feng had the urge to draw his sword, especially when Han Feng held the hilt of the sword, the feeling was still strong.

"You guys get out of the way!" Han Feng said in a deep voice.

Everyone knows that Han Feng wants to try the sword, Qiangzi, Dai Wei and everyone wisely give Han Feng a piece of space.

The sword stood on his chest, and Han Feng held the black sword's handle with his right hand. Han Feng's right hand slowly moved, and the black sword slowly left the scabbard. As the sword's sheath was removed, everyone in the room felt it.

The temperature in the whole room suddenly dropped. If someone noticed the walls of the stone house, he found that the walls slowly condensed into pieces of water droplets, indicating that the temperature in the entire stone house was dropping sharply. With the black war knife

Unsheathed, the resonance of the sword on the square platform echoed in the stone house again and became bigger and bigger.

This is too strange, everyone muttered in their hearts. Qiangzi and Dai Wei looked at Han Feng who pulled out the battle knife, and they looked excited.

Han Feng threw the scabbard aside and carefully observed the body of the sword emitting metallic glow. The entire sword was more than four feet long, with a heavy back and a sharp blade. Han Feng's fingertips were three centimeters away from the sword, but Han Feng felt

The fingertips clearly felt the coldness from the blade. The blood grooves on both sides of the blade were about half a centimeter deep. Through the blood groove, Han Feng seemed to feel the pleasure of blood flowing after the sword stabbed into the human body.

Han Feng held the knife in both hands, raised it over his head, and shouted violently. At this time, Han Feng, who was holding the knife, suddenly surged and slashed out of thin air a few times, and he felt like he could not block it. The person who blocked me was dead, and the blood in his body followed him.

The cold sword was constantly expanding, and the murderous aura spreading around in a semicircular shape. Han Feng felt that even if there were hundreds of people in front of him, he could still kill them with this sword.

The piece of armor is not left.

Qiangzi and others were forced to retreat several steps by the murderous aura emitted by Han Feng, leaning against the stone wall of the stone house, leaving only Han Feng standing next to the square platform in the middle of the stone house.

Han Feng immediately stood up, like an ancient general charging. There seemed to be countless enemies rushing towards him again, and Han Feng roared, waved his sword and rushed over. Suddenly, cold light flashed in the stone house, and the sword was lifted up.

The sword energy kept forcing everyone to retreat. At this time, Han Feng seemed to be fighting with the air, slashing horizontally, as if countless enemies fell at his feet as the sword rose and fell.

The walls inside the stone house were cut by the sword. Dai Wei knew that this bluestone was extremely strong and wear-resistant. He did not expect that under the power of this sword, it would be as weak as tofu, which shows that the sword was sharp.

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng used all his strength to insert the sword into the bluestone wall, and saw that the sword was inserted into the mud and sand, and it was easily inserted into the stone wall without the hilt. As the momentum of the sword declined, the marble square platform was

The sword suddenly unsheathed together, and a harsh roar occurred, and as the black sword's endless wall returned to the scabbard.

The murderous aura disappeared, leaving only Han Feng, who was holding the hilt of the sword, gasping heavily, staring at the ground with his empty eyes.

Qiangzi, Dai Wei and others who saw this scene all breathed a sigh of relief.

Dai Wei walked to Fangtai and picked up the scabbard of the battle knife and sent it to Han Feng. Han Feng heard the footsteps and saw that it was Dai Wei. He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the battle knife out of the wall with all his strength. Fang just pulled it out.
Chapter completed!