Hearing Long Tao's words, Ye Fan's body was shaken violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and he could hardly hold his cell phone steady.
He never expected that the Korean Taekwondo master Lee Jong Hyuk could be so terrifying.
With the power of one person, he bloodbathed the entire Huahai martial arts world and defeated all the heroes in the world.
At the same time, he felt a wave of self-blame in his heart because his negligence had put Sister Yun Rong in such a dangerous situation.
"Long Tao, mobilize all personnel to protect Sister Yun Rong's safety at all costs! I will rush back to Huahai immediately. Send me the address!" Ye Fan ordered.
At this moment, it is already the evening of the seventh day.
In a few more hours, the deadline given by Kim Jun-hyun will be exceeded.
A crazed person like Kim Jun-hyun is very likely to break up the vote when he is angry.
There is not much time left for Ye Fan!
The distance from Chuzhou City to Huahai is nearly 400 kilometers, and it is absolutely impossible to reach it by car.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan didn't care about shocking the world at all. He was full of energy, like an arrow from the string, shooting out in the direction of Huahai. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart:
Jin Junxian! If you dare to hurt Sister Yun Rong in the slightest, I will let you die without a burial place!
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At the same time, on the outskirts of Huahai, Halla Taekwondo Hall.
Halla is the highest mountain in Korea, meaning "the mountain that can capture the Milky Way." The name "Hanna" represents the extraordinary status of this Taekwondo gym.
This is also where Lee Jong Hyuk challenged the Chinese warriors.
At the entrance of the Taekwondo Hall, dozens of Chinese warriors gathered, some old and some young, wearing different styles of warrior uniforms, obviously from different sects.
However, after a long time, they never entered the Taekwondo gym. Instead, they waited on the spot, looking left and right, as if they were waiting for something.
In the past six days, Lee Jong Hyuk showed his invincibility, like a god of war, trampling most of the Chinese martial arts world under his feet.
Even those masters who have been famous for a long time were defeated miserably by Lee Jong Hyuk, and some were even seriously injured and their lives were hanging by a thread.
No matter how unwilling they were, many warriors were still afraid and timid.
With their strength, even if they step onto the ring, they might not be able to take even one move, and they will just lose their lives in vain.
However, the blood in their hearts has not cooled down yet. They are still looking forward to, longing for, and longing for...
At this time of crisis, a real hero is needed to emerge from the sky, turn the tide from falling, and help the building from falling!
Suddenly, someone in the crowd whispered:
"Hey... today is the last day. It's already eight o'clock in the evening. Why hasn't there been a martial arts master coming to challenge?"
"Hmph! I don't believe that China, in the vastness of China, can't find a master to deal with Li Jonghyuk! Where are those strong men from the ancient martial arts world and hidden sects?"
"Why……"
Hearing this, someone sighed and said: "Those powerful men in the ancient martial arts world and the hidden sect have always ignored the affairs of the secular world. I guess they don't know about this?"
"Are we just going to let a Korean guy run rampant and dominate China's territory?"
"But even if you don't want to, what can you do? We old guys, even if we rush in and fight with others, we probably won't be able to fill the gap between their teeth, right?"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the venue, and everyone subconsciously fell silent, with helpless expressions on their faces.
Without strength, how can you talk about dignity!
For thousands of years, this world has been following the law of the jungle, where the weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king and the loser is the loser.
If no one stands up to defeat Lee Jong Hyuk, then China's traditional martial arts will continue to decline and be left behind by Taekwondo, Judo, Karate, etc.
Young people in China are not willing to study.
When the masters of today's generation grow old, there will be a decline in talent, and some martial arts schools will have no successors or even disappear.
Suddenly, someone seemed to have thought of something and said:
"By the way! A while ago, in Jiangnan Province, it was said that a young grandmaster named Ye Beichen emerged. He was able to kill powerful Japanese men with his sword and was unparalleled in the limelight!"
"Tch! What kind of young master, are you talking nonsense? If he is really that powerful, why doesn't he show up now and deal with this Li Jonghyuk severely?"
"There are not just one or two strong masters who were defeated by Li Zhonghe! Even if that Ye Beichen really comes, what will happen?"
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Just as everyone was talking about it, a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared in the distance.
I saw that the man was eight feet tall, with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, a Chinese character face that was calm and powerful, and a pair of eyes that shot up to the cold stars. Looking at him from a distance, there was a soul-stirring feeling. Everyone only felt that his exposed skin was
, as if it had been scratched by a knife!
And hanging on his waist was a four-foot-long knife.
Although it is hidden in the sheath, it still reveals a murderous aura that is as solid as a substance, which is frightening.
After seeing his appearance clearly, someone immediately exclaimed:
"Oh my God! This is the Crazy Sword Huangfulin! His Eight-Slashing Sword Technique of the Crazy Dragon has reached its pinnacle. With one strike, no one can stop it!"
"When the Crazy Sword comes out, who can compete with him? It is rumored that the 'Crazy Dragon' sword on his waist is made of meteorite iron and is indestructible!"
"Great! With such a master taking action, he will definitely be able to defeat that Lee Jong Hyuk!"
The appearance of the Crazy Blade Huangfulin brought the atmosphere in the venue to a climax.
Many warriors swept away their dejection and suddenly beamed with joy, as if they were sure of everything and were looking forward to the scene where Lee Jong Hyuk was beheaded by the mad dragon's sword.
Under the gaze of everyone, Huangfulin walked towards the inside of Halla Taekwondo Hall with his head held high and his chest held high, with a group of warriors following behind him.
In the center of the Taekwondo gym is a huge arena, 10 meters by 10 meters.
Lee Jong Hyuk was standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes half open and half closed, standing on the ring like a stone statue.
Even though he was motionless, it brought a huge pressure to people.
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"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Huangfulin's figure flashed, like an eagle soaring in the sky, and stepped onto the ring.
At this moment, Huangfulin pulled out the long knife from his waist again.
"Zheng!"
A high-pitched and passionate sword cry that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks reverberated throughout the Taekwondo gym, shaking the eardrums.
The blade is shining with dazzling golden light. The hilt is shaped like a golden dragon entrenched. The gleaming dragon head falls on the hand guard. The dragon body extends down from the back of the blade, showing the shocking momentum of the dragon scales of the magic sword!
The blade of the sword is broad and thick, and requires extraordinary strength to control it in order to wield the sword with great force.
As soon as it appeared, it gave people the feeling of splitting Yin and Yang, shattering the void, and commanding the world, and no one dared to disobey.
Huangfulin held the Mad Dragon Sword in his hand, and his whole body erupted with a domineering and majestic aura that was arrogant to all heroes. Even the air around him was stagnant, as if it was about to be torn apart.
With the knife in your hand, you can kill all the evil spirits in the world!
Seeing this scene, the onlookers in the audience cheered:
"As expected of the Crazy Sword Huangfulin, with such power, even compared to the strong men in the ancient martial arts world and even the hidden sects, I am afraid that it is not far behind!"
"Huh... isn't this Korean guy arrogant? Let him see our Chinese magic!"
"Let's just chop him to death!"
"If you kill him with one knife, wouldn't it be an advantage? At least you have to cut him into eight pieces!"
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Suddenly, Li Zhonghyuk, who was originally reserved, suddenly revealed his eyes and stared directly at Huangfulin in front of him. A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said in a deep voice:
"Haha... It's interesting! After so many days, I finally met a decent opponent! He can barely become my opponent! We have agreed in advance - in the arena, life and death are determined! Even if you die, you can only
I blame myself for not being good at learning and not being as good as others!"
"Hmph! What a loud tone! Old man Goryeo, if you want to kill me, it's not that easy. You have to ask about the mad dragon sword in my hand first!" Huangfulin said proudly.
"Come on! Let me see your sword skills!" Li Jonghyuk still stood with his hands behind his back, looking extremely confident.
When Huangfulin heard this, he seemed to have been greatly slighted. A ball of raging anger arose in his heart, and his momentum increased to the extreme, and he shouted:
"Lee Jonghyuk, since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the Mad Dragon Sword tightly in his hand, his eyes revealed cold stars, and his voice sounded like thunder:
"The golden light shines in the Milky Way sky, and the mad dragon turns into a blade and dances in Xuanyuan!"