Draw your weapon instantly, without giving the enemy any chance to react, and kill with one strike.
At this moment, Minamoto Hidero pushed his inner strength to the extreme and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword. The boy's sword that killed demons was like an evil dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years and was about to be unsheathed.
Sharp and unstoppable!
Nothing in the world can escape from this move.
Yuan Hidero's wrist suddenly exerted force
Received!
Damn it!
A series of Iai movements flowed out like flowing water.
"Ho ho ho!"
The boy in the sheath, Qie Anzang, let out a low moan, wishing he could get out of the sheath immediately and drink the blood of his enemy.
Kameda and another Japanese warrior showed ferocious expressions. In their eyes, Ye Fan was already a corpse and could no longer die.
Finally, Minamoto Hidero used his right hand to pull out his sword and prepared to chop off Ye Fan's head with a perfect Iai Slash.
At the critical moment, something incredible happened——
Ye Fan's figure appeared next to him like a ghost, and his right index finger lightly pressed on his wrist.
This finger seemed light and soft, but it exploded with overwhelming force in an instant, like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, acting on Minamoto Hidero's body, making him stiff and paralyzed, as if he was electrocuted, unable to move.
Even if the boy cuts An Gang, he can't pull out the sheath!
For the Japanese warriors, the tachi was not only a weapon, but also an extension of their own body, like an arm commanding and connected with the mind.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "when the sword is with you, you will die with the sword."
If a samurai can't even control his own weapons, then what's the point of his existence?
However, this strange situation now makes Yuan Yinglang horrified.
It took several seconds for him to recover from the paralysis. He retreated five to six meters with a dumbfounded expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost. His vest was completely soaked with cold sweat, as if he had walked through the gates of hell.
When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat can be achieved in an instant.
Yuan Yinglang knew that the few seconds his body was stiff just now were enough for Ye Fan to kill him several times.
What made him even more ashamed and angry was that he really couldn't draw the sword.
When Ye Fan said that before, he thought Ye Fan was just pretending, but who knew that Ye Fan actually did it.
For a time, Yuan Yinglang felt unprecedented pressure. All the enemies he had encountered before seemed to be less terrifying than Ye Fan.
…
Under the strong pressure, Yuan Yinglang's eyes were red and he looked like he was crazy. He said fiercely: "You brat, you are very strong, but the final winner will be me! Our Japanese martial arts are the invincible existences. Go to hell."
Bar!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Minamoto Hidero rushed forward again, preparing to perform the Iai Slash, three points faster than before.
However, Ye Fan repeated his old tricks, appearing next to him like a ghost, and pointed at his wrist again.
"boom!"
The boy Kiriyanzuna had just been pulled out by one centimeter, and was immediately pushed back.
"It's full of flaws and vulnerable! Is that all you have?" Ye Fan sneered mercilessly.
These words were like an invisible slap, slapping Yuan Hidero hard on the face.
humiliation!
The humiliation of the red berry fruit!
At this moment, Yuan Yinglang felt that all his pride had been crushed to pieces.
He is the young master of Qinghe Genji, a genius in the Japanese martial arts world, and a contestant who came to participate in the global martial arts competition.
However, facing a mere Chinese boy, he couldn't even pull out the sword.
If this matter was reported back to the Japanese country, he would definitely become a laughing stock, and he would never be able to hold his head up again. Even Genji's reputation would be affected.
Not far away, Kameda and another Japanese warrior who were watching the battle no longer had the proud look on their faces, but were replaced by shock that was hard to conceal.
The scene before our eyes had an unprecedented visual impact on people.
Invisibly, it was as if a big hand was grasping their hearts so hard that they were almost suffocated.
If Gen Hidero cannot draw his sword the first time, it can be explained as a coincidence.
Then the second time is inevitable.
The strength gap between Yuan Yinglang and Ye Fan is beyond imagination, like the difference between clouds and mud.
…
"No! Impossible!"
Yuan Yinglang seemed to have completely lost his mind and looked crazy. He gritted his teeth and roared: "China boy, how can your strength be so terrifying! I will fight with you!"
After saying this, Yuan Yinglang's eyes flashed, revealing a tragic and decisive will, as if he had put life and death aside, preparing to perform a unique killing move that would kill both the jade and the stone.
However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
Ye Fan made a big move and shouted:
"come over!"
Follow your words.
As if summoned by a mysterious force, the boy Che Anzang broke free from Yuan Yinglang's control and flew into Ye Fan's hands.
"Qiang!"
Ye Fan flicked the scabbard with his finger, and immediately, a cold sword shot out. The blade was sharp and had not rusted at all after hundreds of years. It revealed the overwhelming killing power. It was really a ghost-killing sword.
Soldier!
Ye Fan flicked his wrist, and the light of the refining sword flickered like an electric light. The sharp blade tore through the sky and stuck to Yuan Yinglang's neck. As long as he moved a hair closer, he could cut his skin and let his blood splatter.
on the spot.
It's a long story, but it happened in the blink of an eye.
Ordinary people like Manager Smith and the waitress only felt that their eyes were blurred as the boy Che Anzuna changed hands in an instant and reached Minamoto Hidero's neck.
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, it was deathly silent, and the situation changed drastically.
Yuan Yinglang seemed to be under a restraining spell, his whole body was tense and motionless, and he even held his breath, fearing that Ye Fan's hand would slip and cut his throat directly.
For the first time in his life, he felt so close to death.
Kameda and another Japanese warrior were also dumbfounded and looked confused. They couldn't believe their eyes.
As for Manager Smith, he was even more anxious.
You know, Seiwa Genji is the major shareholder of the hotel. If Minamoto Hidero died here, he would not only be fired, but he might also suffer retaliation.
On the other hand, Tang Long was extremely excited. All the grievances he had felt before were released and he felt elated.
The waitress also looked excited, as if she had seen a savior.
…
"Boy, I advise you to put down the sword quickly! I am the heir of Qinghe Genji. If you hurt me even a hair, you will definitely suffer devastating revenge!" Gen Hidero said harshly, trying to scare you in this way.
Ye Fan.
However, how could Ye Fan be afraid? He flicked his wrist and slapped his face hard with the sword spine.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah!!!!"
A series of dense sounds were heard one after another.
Although it was the spine of the sword that slapped the face instead of the blade, so the damage was not that strong, it soon turned Hidero Minamoto's face red.
Yuan Yinglang was so ashamed and angry that he endured the humiliation and gritted his teeth and said:
"Boy China, I lost today, but don't be complacent! If you dare, kill me. Otherwise, tomorrow will be the Global Martial Arts Conference. My master is the great Japanese swordsman - Kurosaki Yufu, and so is his old man.
If we meet the leader of the Japanese delegation in the ring, he can kill all the Chinese warriors by himself!"
"What? Kurosaki Yuuo is here too?!"
When Tang Long heard this, he couldn't help but exclaimed, his face extremely ugly.
As an elite member of the Chinese military, Tang Long had access to some confidential documents, and naturally he had heard of Kurosaki Yuuo's name.
In the world of Japanese martial arts, although Kurosaki Yuuo is not as famous as the sword master Gen Musashi, he is still the top swordsman with a very high seniority. When many famous swordsmen meet him, they have to call him "teacher".
If you really want to calculate it, Kurosaki Yuuo's strength is not weaker than that of Xiang Pojun, the leader of Eastern Divine Sword.
If he really comes out, the Japanese delegation will definitely kill everyone in this martial arts conference.
Even if many Chinese warriors received precious magical weapons and techniques from Ye Fan, they could not make up for the gap in absolute strength in a short period of time.
"You know you're afraid, right?" Yuan Yinglang regained some composure, looked at Ye Fan and said: "Boy, if you know the truth, return the boy Qie Anzuna to me immediately! If my master comes, you won't have a chance to escape.
!”
Hearing this threat, Ye Fan shook his head, looked at him like an idiot, and said coldly:
"Stupid! Minamoto Hidero, Kurosaki Yuuo, whom you regard as your backer, will probably fall down in fear if he sees me!"
