More than a dozen people were filled with grief and anger, but they did not dare to charge indiscriminately.
Murong Sanqian reminded Yamamoto Jiro: "Mr. Yamamoto, Ye Fan is at the end of his strength, and his current strength is just pretending."
He believed that after Miyamoto's battle, Ye Fan no longer had much strength.
Yamamoto Jiro raised his chin, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Ye Fan, for the sake of Miss Lu and the others, kneel down and be captured. Let me take you back to Yang Country for trial. I won't kill you today."
"Otherwise, you will never get out of Wutong Mountain."
He originally wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces, but suddenly thought of being responsible for Miyamoto's death, Yamamoto had other plans in mind.
Bring Ye Fan back to Yang Country and force him to publicly admit his conspiracy to plot against Miyamoto. In this way, Miyamoto's death in battle will not be a shame to Yang Country, but a shame to China.
"Ye Fan, why don't you just surrender?"
Murong Sanqian echoed: "When Mr. Yamamoto gets angry, the consequences will be very serious."
Lu Qing and the others looked at Ye Fan coldly, waiting for Ye Fan to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Ye Fan, if you don't surrender, are you still going to fight me?"
Yamamoto Jiro shouted: "Although your strange movement surprised me, you are injured now, and you are no match for us."
Ye Fan stared at Yamamoto Jiro and smiled: "I admit that I am injured, but I am more than enough to deal with you."
He also made a gesture to tell Dugu Shang not to come up and that he could still handle it.
"childish!"
Seeing Ye Fan's confidence, Yamamoto Jiro's voice deepened and he made another gesture.
As soon as this gesture was made, the surrounding woods suddenly rang with movement.
Dozens of trees trembled one after another, and then eighteen shadows appeared around them.
Wearing black clothes and masks, they walked from far to near like bats. They moved very fast and cooperated with each other tacitly. It looked like they were well-trained.
In the blink of an eye, they reached the trees at the edge.
One by one, they were hanging on the branches, looking at Ye Fan indifferently.
They also held blackened katana swords in their hands.
Eerie.
"Ninja?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to kill me today, otherwise how could you even bring ninjas here?"
Lu Qing and the others were shocked when they heard this. They were surprised that Yamamoto Jiro invited ninjas, and then they became even more determined that Ye Fan was going to die.
Ninjas also have weird movements. With so many people attacking at the same time, Ye Fan can't resist them.
"If you want to live, kneel down."
Yamamoto Jiro shouted at Ye Fan again: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Who gave you the courage to say this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scolding sounded in the air, and then a white shadow flashed across everyone's field of vision.
The next second, a middle-aged man in white floated to the ground, standing right next to Ye Fan, like a god coming down to earth, making people squint their eyes.
He put his hands behind his back and scanned the whole place indifferently: "Cut off one arm of each and get out of here."
Nine thousand years old.
"Nine thousand years old?"
Seeing the man in white appear without any warning, Murong Sanqian, who had been waiting for his advantage, immediately stood up in a hurry to say hello.
More than a dozen martial arts disciples also tensed their nerves and stepped forward to say hello with nervous expressions: "I've seen Nine Thousand Years Old."
Jiu Qiansui didn't even look at them, but stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on Mark's face.
Lu Qing's pretty face changed slightly and she forced out a smile: "Nine thousand years old, long time no see, why are you here in person?"
Ye Fan relaxed and took a long breath, but didn't say anything.
Yamamoto Jiro and the others were full of vigilance and looked at Jiu Qiansui with sharp eyes.
Many Yang people have heard of the nine thousand years old and he have heard of him, but few people have seen real people and have never seen him.
Yamamoto Shiro is also the first time, so despite knowing that nine thousand years old, he saw his thin and weak look, or raised his neck: "Broken hands?"
He hummed: "I don't have this hobby."
Nine thousand years old: "Two hands!"
"Nine thousand years old, I know your name and understand your status, but we are not bullying."
Seeing the opponent's aggressive, Yamamoto Shiro was angry on the spot: "If you know interest today, take Ye Fan to take us away, and we will continue to call you nine thousand years old."
"If you have more nosy things, then we will not give you face."
He has dozens of people in hand and is full of momentum.
Nine thousand -year -old laughed: "Give me face?"
"Boom!"
Suddenly he stepped out of the nine thousand -year -old, and a storm burst out of his body.
Founded ten meters of the ground are all broken.
Flying sand and stone.
Countless people squint.
Then, if you clicked, more than a dozen trees around him were broken.
The eighteen ninjas fell, as if the birds that were shot down.
After they fell on the ground, none of them got up, and they were all shot out of a blood hole by gravel.
At the same time, Yamamoto Shiro's feet were virtual, and he kneeled down.
It wasn't because they wanted to kneel, but that the momentum of nine thousand years old was too strong, as if it was overwhelming mountains, they couldn't bear it at all.
Strong, too powerful.
Yamamoto Shiro's face was pale instantly, and the back of the back was cold.
This scene not only made Murong Sanqian's mouth dry, but Lu Qing and other women also covered their mouths and did not let themselves scream.
Their eyes all showed an incredible look.
Yamamoto Shiro is also the master of the mysterious realm.
Now I am not controlled to kneel in front of the nine thousand years old, and there are no majesty and dignity that master masters should have! Nine -thousand -year -old is so strong to this point?
For the first time, Lu Qing, who saw 9 thousand -year -old shot, was for the first time.
Not to mention the bodyguard or warrior around her, that is, the people in the mountain gate she knows, I am afraid it is difficult to reach the strength of the nine thousand years.
Ye Fan also became numb. He tried to overestimate the 9,000 -year -old, but found that he still underestimated.
It seems that at the time of the junior Haiwu Pavilion, nine thousand years left a lot of effort.
Nine thousand -year -old bears his hands and looked at Yamamoto Jiro: "Tell me, how do you give me face?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, nine thousand years old."
Yamamoto Shiro said hard: "I offend you, please contain a lot, we will get out of the time immediately."
Originally he thought he might not be a nine thousand -year -old opponent, but he would not be so big.
It wasn't until this moment that he really realized that the gap between himself and the nine thousand years old was the gap that he couldn't surpass his life.
"Late."
Nine thousand -year -old snorted, and then stepped on his left foot.
One knife was broken, and they shot.
"Ah" more than a dozen Miyamoto children died in an instant! A cold gas rose from those people in Lu Qing, killing them, but the nine thousand -year -old means too chilling.
It's so casual, too indifferent, as if killing a few ants.
Yamamoto Shiro's eyelids jumped straight. At this moment, he knew that it was difficult for him to end today.
He looked at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing's breathing became rapid, but in the end, she went forward hard. After all, she often traveled to Yang Guowu: "Nine thousand years old, a piece of water, it can stop ..." "Step."
Are you talking? "
Lu Qing flew seven or eight meters, and his face was swollen. He was very angry and aggrieved, but he did not scream.
Murong, who was about to come forward, closed his mouth three thousand.
Nine thousand -year -old looking at Yamamoto Tiro: "Break two hands at your own, keep your life."
Yamamoto Shiro's eyelid jumping in the dangerous "click", gritted his teeth and stood up to break his arms.
Blood full of blood.
Lu Qing was cold all over.
They are considered to see the domineering and spicy of nine thousand years old.
"Go back and tell Tianzang them ..." Nine thousand years old came to Yamamoto Shiro. "After six months, the president of the Martial Arts slaughtered the dog, and he would bring the first to Ye Fan to challenge the top ten Tianjiao of Yang Guo.
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"In the words of Miyamoto, it is both decisive, but also life and death."