"Go to die!" Ichiro Watanabe roared wildly.

His eyes were full of anger. If he could kill people, he would probably have been crushed to ashes at this moment.

As the number one genius of the younger generation in Japan, Ichiro Watanabe has never suffered such humiliation.

Five years ago, Ichiro Watanabe debuted and killed the first martial artsman of the previous generation of Japanese with one sword.

Three years ago, Ichiro Watanabe went abroad and confronted the Buddha of the ancient temple. He cut off the Buddha of the ancient temple within ten moves, making him famous for a while.

A year ago, Ichiro Watanabe fought again and confronted the King of Muay Thai. In the end, Ichiro Watanabebe was slightly better, causing a sensation in the whole world.

A master of his level is enough to be on par with the world's palace-level martial arts master.

Now, Ichiro Watanabe is underestimated by a guy younger than him in a new first-tier city like Zhongyuan City at a martial arts conference. Ichiro Watanabe is full of anger.

At this moment, Ichiro Watanabe made up his mind to kill Jiang Feng with his sword.

He is a Japanese man and the most genius in the Central Plains martial arts world. Even if he kills people, Japan will protect him.

Besides, it is normal for martial arts to have some casualties.

Swish

Ichiro Watanabe held a long sword in his hand, stabbing Jiang Feng's heart like a dragon going out to sea.

Fast, Ichiro Watanabe's speed is so fast, it's so fast that it's thrilling.

"It's over!" Jiang Di said ecstatically as if he had knocked on stimulants.

However, Jiang Di's smile suddenly stopped.

When the long sword was about to stab Jiang Feng's heart, Jiang Feng's body tilted slightly like a ghost and a charm, easily avoiding the rapid attack.

"Avoid...avoid? Nani!"

A group of Japanese martial arts had a thunderous eyelid, and they never expected that Jiang Feng was so agile.

Easily avoiding the sword of killing, Jiang Feng said indifferently: "Don't be angry when confronting the enemy, because anger will affect your emotions and reduce your wisdom. You don't even know this at all. You are the number one master of the younger generation in Japan, a waste!"

"Waste...waste?" Hearing Jiang Feng's words, Ichiro Watanabe almost exploded in his lungs.

He is the best expert in the younger generation in Japan, but he was insulted as a waste?

This...it's a lifelong shame.

His eyes gradually turned into bloody and tyrannical, and this person must die!

Otherwise, his humiliation would not be cured.

"Die!" Ichiro Watanabe's eyes were cold and chilling, and the long sword in his hand turned into a phantom and swept towards Jiang Feng's throat quickly.

In the air, the sword swept out a gust of sword wind.

The sword wind was turbulent, shining brightly, full of destruction.

"Brother-in-law, be careful!" Gong Lingshan couldn't help but shout.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, and just as the sword was about to sweep into his throat, Jiang Feng's body fell down with a bang, easily avoiding the rapid attack again.

Just as his body was about to land, Jiang Feng exerted force with his right palm and shot down the ground. A rebound made Jiang Feng stand up again.

"And...and not stabbed?" A group of Japanese warriors doubted whether they were dazzled.

As the youngest swordsman in Japan, Watanabe Ichiro was extremely powerful and had a very high hit rate. He was easily avoided, which was simply terrifying to say.

Jiang Feng said lightly: "It focuses on strength but ignores hit rate, it's a lot of garbage!"

"Trump?" Watanabe Ichiro almost got smoking after being insulted by Jiang Feng.

He always calls others trash, so how can he call others trash?

"Beautiful, Master Jiang did a pretty job!" Seeing Jiang Feng easily avoiding Ichiro Watanabe's killing moves twice in a row, the crowd of people at the scene were all excited.

Jiang Feng looked at Ichiro Watanabe with a stiff face: "That's right, you're talking about trash!"

puff

Hearing this, Ichiro Watanabe almost bleeded.

"That's right, you're talking about trash!" Thousands of people agreed again.

The sound waves swept through, causing Ichiro Watanabe's eyes to splash murderous intent.
Chapter completed!