In Japan, somewhere in an inconspicuous old house.
Qinglong and three members of the Shenlong Group are sitting here, as well as two Chinese warriors stationed in Japan. They are sipping tea and have a lot of dry food and medicines placed in front of them.
The atmosphere was a bit tense, and I looked at the outside world through the window from time to time.
It didn't rain or snow, but it always felt a bit cold. As a warrior, I still feel this way.
A member of the Shenlong Group was pacing back and forth, biting the nail of one finger, looking outside every three seconds and checking the time, very anxiously.
"Can you sit down?" Qinglong was a little annoyed, glared at him and said:
"It won't be that fast. Sit down first and don't swing around."
The warrior sat down and couldn't help but look outside, saying:
"Senior, can they really succeed? That's..."
"Shut your mouth!" Qinglong scolded directly and said:
"You have a crow's mouth. If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. Please contact the sentry at the front."
The person contacted him immediately and got the news quickly.
"Everything is normal, nothing unusual."
Not only are they nervous, Qinglong is also nervous and anxious, but as the backbone, this is the first battle and the closest to the battlefield.
He wanted to find a high place to look in the direction of Naiwu Prison and see the fighting situation there, but that was not possible, as it would easily expose this stronghold.
The warrior stationed in Japan took a sip of tea and couldn't help but ask:
"Senior Qinglong, if we engage in such a big battle this time, we may have to fight with Japan for hundreds of years in the future. Who is this Ye Fan? He is worth paying such a high price for you."
Qinglong looked at the two people and said:
"Didn't you hear anything about the recent incident in Japan?"
"I heard it, but the more it spread, the more outrageous it became."
"Let me tell you this, Ye Fan belongs to a lineage that may become the hope of China in the future. This battle is a test for him. If he wins, if he returns to the Chinese martial arts world in the future, he will get a lot from our Shenlong Group.
Big preferential treatment, if he loses, how far he can go in the future can only depend on his luck."
The two were surprised.
This is unprecedented.
A test for an outsider, what is so special about this person?
Recently, they had also heard about Rice Island and Mount Fuji, but they did not expect that the Shenlong Group would personally participate in this prison robbery.
They are all secret agents lurking in Japan, and they were also found to participate in the execution, which shows how seriously the Shenlong Group attaches importance to this operation.
"I heard that he is a practitioner of both magic and martial arts. Is that true?"
Qinglong nodded and said:
"He is a variable, a variable that belongs to the world of martial arts. If I say one more thing, don't ask, he comes from the Heavenly Medicine Sect."
As soon as these words came out.
The two looked at each other, were shocked and quickly shut up.
As informants, they naturally know more information than ordinary warriors.
Tianyi Sect is a hidden sect in the world of martial arts. It is not even a sect. It is just an old stubborn man doing a crazy thing for a crazy idea.
However, the two of them had never heard of this stubborn apprentice.
Unexpectedly, a descendant of him came out and came to rob the prison.
No wonder he was given high hopes by the Shenlong Group.
Things are getting more and more exciting.
Qinglong looked in the direction outside the window, but there was still no movement.
Bang...
Suddenly the dilapidated house shook, like an earthquake.
I immediately sensed that the source of the earthquake was coming from the direction of Naiwu Prison, and my heart suddenly lifted.
Stand up and look at the world outside.
Suddenly it started to snow lightly, and the white snow fell on the ground.
"Senior Qinglong, since he comes from the Celestial Medicine Sect, I don't think you need to be so nervous. The probability of success is very high. Naiwu Prison mainly relies on the sword-drawing technique, so it can be easily solved."
"What are you two doing? It makes me nervous. Check the medicine." Qinglong looked at the members of the Shenlong Group.
"Senior, the medicines have not been touched, so there will be no problem."
"Check again and execute!"
The two could only check again.
Qinglong kept staring outside and said:
"This time, I'm afraid not only the Ba Dao Technique lineage, but also the three major organizations of Japan are involved, as well as Hongmen and Hong Kong Island magicians. The difficulties Ye Fan faces will be more difficult than imagined."
"Three major organizations are here? Shouldn't this... this kind of thing be done quietly? How could it attract the attention of the other two organizations?"
"Oh, don't say it anymore, I believe him!"
Those people are coveting Ye Fan's method of cultivating immortals. It is not surprising that the three major organizations have joined forces for this method.
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Naibu Prison!
Ye Fan looked at the big cold iron gate and the thick wall.
Several grandmasters who were seriously injured before had climbed into the hole and disappeared into the crowd.
There are still many warriors outside who are watching eagerly, but they dare not step forward, fearing Ye Fan.
"Formation and sealing, it seems that Japan's magicians are pretty good too!"
Ye Fan looked at the cold prison and already felt the existence of these two things. There was more than one, and there were no less than three types of formations.
Turning back, he looked at Cheng Xiangyun and said:
"What are you going to do with her? Our next battle may be life-threatening, so it's impossible to keep her with you."
Cheng Xiangyun stood in front of Zhuang Zhilan and said:
"Senior, let's go. I hope you will remember in the future that our domestic warriors can compete with each other in a healthy way and promote the healthy development of the martial arts world. However, I hope that joining forces with foreign warriors to encircle and suppress compatriots in the motherland will never happen again. Senior Yun Xianhe promised me
I will resolve the matter between Ye Fan and your family in Hong Kong Island. I believe he is unaware of your coming here."
"Martial arts has no borders, but warriors have borders. Let's go!"
Zhuang Zhilan was a little unbelievable.
In fact, she already regretted it a little now, looking at her fellow disciples who died and seriously injured her dying fellow disciples.
"Thank you! I will remember this sentiment."
Take a few seriously injured fellow disciples and leave.
Cheng Xiangyun and others came to Ye Fan's side, holding sharp weapons and staring at the cold iron door.
Ye Fan said: "There are formations, mechanisms, and seals inside, and you may die at any time. Have you thought clearly?"
A member of the Shenlong Group looked at the dense crowd of warriors around and said:
"You can't survive if you don't go in, so fight!"
"That's right, since we are here, we have no intention of going back. We only ask senior to rescue my ancestor. His name is Lu Wenchao. He was in the middle stage of the Grandmaster realm before he disappeared."
"Senior Ye, we will follow you in and kill all the Japanese devils."
"Kill, treat death like home!"
Everyone expressed their strong will, and the fighting spirit gradually increased.
When they come here, there is a high chance of death, but since they have chosen to come, they will not return.
Ye Fan nodded and said:
"As expected of our passionate sons and daughters of China, they face difficulties and solve them."
call……
After he finished speaking, the majestic general trend instantly filled the air, overwhelming and overwhelming. One could feel a strong pressure within a radius of five kilometers, which was the shock from the strong.
The Yin-Yang Ruler in his hand burst out with fierce sword energy, which was arbitrary and chaotic, tearing apart the space and full of sword intent.
"Retreat...Baga...retreat..."
It was because the warriors who were watching eagerly outside the prison felt great pressure. Some of them had no time to retreat and were directly suppressed by the momentum and fell to the ground.
The sword energy passed by, cutting out bloody mouths. Some people were running, but they were still killed by the vertical and horizontal sharp sword energy.
Rows of corpses lay there, rivers of blood flowing.