Laugh at!

When the dazzling sword came in front of him and suddenly appeared above his head, Ye Junlang's face was as usual, and he looked unflustered, as if he didn't feel any surprise at this sudden knife that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The staircase is narrow, not suitable for maneuvering and dodging, Ye Junlang didn't think about dodging, when this sword was blazing, the saber in his hand also faced upward.

Among them, what was infused was the power of Ye Junlang's own heavy blow, and along with the saber in his hand, he parried towards the head-on sword!

Clang!

A piercing weapon exchange sound rang out, it was a sword, but it was isolated by the saber in Ye Junlang's hand, so that the blade of the knife could not continue to press down for half a point.

This was not over, the power of the heavy blow contained in the saber in Ye Junlang's hand swept out, rushed up along the blade of the sword, and struck hard at the master holding the sword.

In an instant, the sword was shaken upward.

Ye Junlang took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, a terrifying power like the arrival of gods and demons soared into the sky, the blood in his body was surging, and the masculine and domineering momentum was revealed, like a humanoid dragon exuding a terrifying and boundless monstrous divine might, and the coercion brought by it was like the pressure of a huge mountain was enough to make people feel a sense of suffocation, like an indifferent and bloodthirsty Satan descending.

Whew!

When Ye Junlang rushed forward, the saber in his hand had already attacked strongly, turning into two cold rays and heading directly towards the opponent.

I saw that the figure had a brief shock, and then the sword in his hand was raised, and the knife momentum was like a tide, rolling out, resisting Ye Junlang's two attacks, and he also took this opportunity to retreat and open a certain distance.

Ye Junlang also rushed up to the second floor, he fixed his eyes to look ahead, and when he saw the person standing in front of him clearly, his face was slightly stunned.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man, wearing a black samurai suit, his face was thin, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, but the sleeve of his right arm in the samurai suit was empty, obviously missing a right arm, he was holding a knife in his left hand, and his body exuded a fierce momentum like a knife.

"Ghost Hand Sword? It's really a surprise to me! After more than three years, I've met you again!"

Ye Junlang opened his mouth, looked at the middle-aged warrior in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone.

"Satan!"

The middle-aged warrior with the name of the Ghost Hand Sword opened his mouth word by word, his tone was full of resentment and resentment, and his eyes staring at Ye Junlang almost erupted with a flame of hatred.

He will never forget the revenge of the broken arm.

His right arm was cut off by Ye Junlang back then.

Oni Hand Sword is a kendo master in the Shinto stream, more than three years ago, he led more than a hundred Shinto-ryu samurai to besiege the Old One's Army, but he returned with a feather, and he himself was cut off an arm, if he didn't escape quickly, he was afraid that even his life would be lost.

After returning, he learned from the pain, and did not give up on himself because he broke off his right arm holding the sword, he switched to holding the knife in his left hand, and actually created a unique left-handed sword fighting technique.

Now, his kendo cultivation has reached the eighth rank, and he has officially entered the strength level of the great samurai.

"Not long ago, a Shinto-ryu samurai went to Huaguo, but he was killed by me. Among them is a samurai named Sato Tsuda, who seems to be your disciple. Before he died, I said, "Soon your master will come down to accompany you." It seems that I have not broken my promise, and after tonight, you can go to hell to accompany your disciples. Ye Junlang said indifferently.

"I'm afraid not necessarily!"

Before the Ghost Hand Sword could speak, a majestic voice sounded from a nearby room, and then the wooden door of this room opened, and a middle-aged samurai walked out.

He is burly, moves like the wind, and has a majestic force like a mountain, looking like a humanoid violent ape.

This is also a strong man at the level of a great samurai, but it is not a Shinto school, but a strong man who belongs to the Shinto school, named Takeki Ishino.

The appearance of two great samurai is enough to prove that the prince values Cao Wei and Kyoko Asai, and he did not hesitate to send two great samurai to protect him, and there are many spies, ninjas, and samurai of the two major schools of Shinto and Shennian streams.

"Satan, today is your death!" The left hand of the ghost hand sword was raised, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang looked around at the scene, he squinted his eyes, and said: "Cao Wei, it's all this time, don't you dare to show up? How long can you hide? If you are a man, stand up and fight head-on! If you can win, then you will be merry and happy in this land from now on, and no one can help you! I think, that little girl in Dongying will not wear out the blood in your bones, right?"

"Cao Wei of the former Secret Service Bureau has seen the dragon head!"

An indifferent voice sounded, and in a room, Cao Wei walked out, followed by Kyoko Asai.

The gaze in Ye Junlang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Cao Wei, and then looked at Kyoko Asai on the side, and said in a tone full of sarcasm: "Is this girl who made you betray your motherland, betray your principles, and betray your beliefs?"

"I know I'm already a sinner for the Secret Service. At this point, I have nothing to say, and I can't turn back. Some things, one wrong step and one wrong step, and then look back and have fallen into the abyss. Cao Wei took a deep breath, his face was calm, he laughed at himself, and said, "The prince has spied on you many times, and finally excluded you, thinking that you are not the head of Huaguo Long, he is wrong, and we are wrong!"

"It's rare for you to have such an awareness. You have the right to make your own choices, but sometimes it takes strength to choose which path you want to take. So, in the final analysis, it's still up to your fists to speak, let's fight!"

Ye Junlang drank coldly, his whole body was boiling, and the murderous intent was fierce, under the bloody murderous aura that he diffused, the venue on the second floor seemed to have been reduced to a bloody hell, and he was the master of the hell - Satan!

Fight for fearless!

That's Satan!

Two great warriors, a top agent, and a master of illusion of the Divine Mind School, the four of them quietly formed a formation that formed a corner, besieging Ye Junlang.

Rao was outnumbered, but none of them dared to show the slightest sense of contempt.

Because standing in front of them is the strongest trump card of the Huaguo Military Department - the dragon head!

At the same time, he is also the one who specializes in killing and causing death in the dark world - Satan!

Laugh at!

The ghost hand sword was the first to attack, and as soon as the sword in his hand was raised, it turned into a lightning-like sword in an instant, containing an awe-inspiring killing machine, and it went straight to Ye Junlang's throat.

Takeki Ishino also moved, he stepped out from the side, and before the person arrived, a sword had already slashed with a violent and majestic momentum.

Cao Wei's eyes flashed, he didn't move, he seemed to be a hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to make a move.

As for Kyoko Asai, she danced suddenly, and with her dance, there was a burst of strange fragrance, her dance was a kind of sword dance, which looked very good, but a casual glance was able to attract people's minds, and when she was not paying attention, that sharp snow-colored sword would be stabbed out.

This is an illusion, and it is also a combat illusion.