Chapter 852 I hit three, you are responsible for shouting 666!
quiet!
Deathly silence.
In the huge forest, there was no sound from the birds, and you could hear a needle dropping.
Many members of the Eastern Divine Sword were stunned and dumbfounded, with incredible expressions on their faces.
There are no words to describe the shock in their hearts.
A few days ago, Ye Fan broke through the formation with a gun and rode a thousand horses, which shocked them.
However, Ye Fan's behavior of swallowing thunder and lightning just now had an unprecedented visual impact on them.
Is this... something humans can do?
Now, even if someone said that Ye Fan was a god descended to earth, everyone would probably believe it.
"hiss!"
Suddenly, Taro Miyamoto on the opposite side took a breath of air, his whole body was shaken violently, as if he had been shocked by electricity, and his face was uglier than if he had eaten shit.
Invisibly, it was as if a mountain of ten thousand feet was pressing down on his chest, almost suffocating him.
After a long while, he came back to his senses, looked at Mark and gritted his teeth and asked:
"Boy, what kind of superpower is that of yours?!"
Taro Miyamoto controls the power of thunder and is considered a strong person in the circle of superpowers.
But the strange situation just now was something he had never heard of or seen before.
Even the legendary S-class superpowers probably don’t have such abilities!
At this time, Ye Fan glanced at him coldly and said: "This is not a supernatural power, but my Chinese magical power! We in China are a country of etiquette, and it is not polite to come or go!"
Speaking of this, Ye Fan's momentum surged, and he vomited and shouted:
"Back to you!"
In an instant, Ye Fan spit out a thunderbolt from his mouth, which turned golden and shot towards Taro Miyamoto like an arrow from a string.
In terms of size, it is far inferior to the overwhelming power grid of today.
But this thunderbolt has been compressed to the extreme. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and its lethality has increased exponentially.
…
"not good!"
Taro Miyamoto's face changed drastically, his hair stood on end, and he was horrified.
Although he had the ability to control thunder, the thunderbolt in front of him brought him an unprecedented death threat.
Suddenly, he made a mysterious mark with his hands on his chest and roared:
"Thunder Escape!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Taro Miyamoto's figure turned into a blue arc of electricity, flying towards the distance at an astonishing speed.
He is an A-level superpower, and his mastery of thunder superpowers has reached a superb level. Not only can he control thunder, he can even become a part of thunder, which is difficult to capture.
However, the golden thunderbolt spit out by Ye Fan was like a gangrene chasing after him, hitting the blue arc of electricity hard.
"Ahhhh!!!"
A shrill scream resounded throughout the world.
The next moment, Taro Miyamoto could no longer maintain the arc form and appeared again.
Looking from a distance, the left half of his body seemed to have been struck by five thunders from the sky. The skin was torn, the blood was dripping, and the bones were broken. It was extremely miserable.
This is because he has the power of thunder and is naturally immune to thunder.
If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have been chopped into powder.
In an instant, Ye Fan turned the tide and reversed the situation on the field.
The faces of many Eastern Divine Sword warriors in the distance were filled with excitement that could not be concealed, and their eyes looking at Ye Fan were full of reverence and worship.
"Chief instructor..."
Suddenly, Leng Feng from behind shouted, his voice even louder, his eyes filled with tears, and he was extremely moved.
Leng Feng knew that if Ye Fan hadn't come to the rescue, he would have died under the power grid all over the sky just now, with no chance of surviving.
"Okay, don't play sensational tricks with me, I'm just fulfilling the mission of the chief instructor!"
Ye Fan said, turning to look at Miyamoto Taro, his sharp eyes were like a sword cutting through thorns, and there seemed to be invisible electric sparks in the air.
"Japanese guy, tell me - why did you appear on Chidao and what are your intentions?" Ye Fan asked sharply.
He really couldn't figure out how a Japanese A-level superpower could cross the ocean and come to this barren, uninhabited island.
Is there any unknown secret in this island?
However, at this time, Taro Miyamoto, who had been severely injured on half of his body, had no fear. His eyes were burning with rage, and he glared at Ye Fan ferociously and roared:
"Bagayalu! You hurt me, it's unforgivable! Do you think you can make the warriors of the Japanese Empire surrender like this? Huh... I will dismember you with my own hands and remove your skull.
Go back to Japan and treat it as my trophy!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan frowned and felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
At this moment, Taro Miyamoto is like fish on the chopping board, and can only be slaughtered by others.
Logically speaking, he should kneel down and beg for mercy, but now he continues to provoke unscrupulously. Is there any hidden card?
…
At this moment, Taro Miyamoto turned his head, looked in one direction and shouted:
"Hattori, Misaki, how long are you two going to watch the show? Why don't you come over quickly to help and kill this kid!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man and a woman suddenly walked out of the forest in the distance.
Looking from a distance, I saw a man in his early thirties, not tall, but without a trace of fat on his body. He was wearing the traditional Japanese warrior uniform.
On his waist, there is also a Japanese sword. Even if it is hidden in the sheath, it still reveals a terrifying murderous intent. It is unknown how many strong men's blood it has been stained with.
The woman was very young, with a petite figure, almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, delicate skin, and a charming look between her eyebrows, giving people a feeling of flirting with her.
Wearing an expensive kimono, she looked like a young lady from an aristocratic family in the Edo period, keeping her fingers clean.
Logically speaking, such a beauty should never appear on this uninhabited island, but Leng Feng and others did not care about her beauty, so they slacked off and became more vigilant.
At this time, the tall and thin man glanced at Taro Miyamoto, curled his lips disdainfully, and said arrogantly:
"Miyamoto, you are so useless. You were defeated by a boy with no hair. If it were during the war, you would have to commit seppuku after returning to the country. I don't mind being your fault-finder!"
"Baga!" Taro Miyamoto cursed and shouted: "Hattori, don't think that just because your master is a swordsman, you can do whatever you want! When I heal, believe it or not, I will kill you with a thunderbolt!"
"Tch! My tachi can easily split the thunder and cut off your head at the same time!" Hattori retorted.
"Stop arguing, now is not the time for a fight!"
The Japanese beauty named Misaki persuaded.
Then, Misaki turned to look at Ye Fan again, and let out a silver bell-like laughter: "Giggle... Little brother, I didn't expect that you are not only powerful, but also handsome, and people are a little moved!"
Having said this, Misaki opened her red lips slightly and licked the corners of her mouth with her fragrant pink tongue. She was extremely tempting and continued:
"If you are willing to surrender and become a member of our Japanese empire, I am willing to be your recommender! By then, you will enjoy endless glory, wealth and beauty at your fingertips. Even if you want me, that's fine!"
Saying that, Misaki gently untied Luo Shang, revealing her snow-white shoulders and a large area of delicate skin in front of her chest, so tender that water would drip out of her if she pinched it.
However, facing such temptation, Ye Fan's eyes were as cold as ice and he said calmly:
"Haha... If I don't do good things, why should I be a dog?"
…
Upon hearing this, Misaki, Hattori, and Miyamoto were stunned for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, they realized that Ye Fan was clearly calling them dogs in a roundabout way.
And not only scolded them, but also scolded the entire Japanese country!
A raging anger suddenly surged into the chests of the three of them.
Misaki's face suddenly changed, and she stopped her seductive look. A cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she shouted angrily: "You ignorant boy, you are disrespectful to the Japanese Empire. Are you looking for death?"
Hattori was also furious. He put his right hand on the handle of the sword, glared at Ye Fan fiercely, and said sternly: "How presumptuous! Believe it or not, I will split you in half with one strike of my sword!"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was like a taut bowstring, extremely tense.
The members of the Eastern Divine Sword were all in defensive fighting postures, always ready to fight.
"Chief instructor, let's go together and kill these three Japanese guys!" Leng Feng said.
"No!"
Ye Fan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I will fight three, you are responsible for calling 666!"