"You don't deserve to know my name!"

Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, it exploded in the dojo like thunder.

Unworthy?

This piercing word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Taro Watanabe's chest.

For a while, Watanabe Taro's eyes were red, the blue tendons on his forehead stood up, and a monstrous anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he angrily reprimanded:

"Arrogant! I don't know who the sky is thick and the stinky boy, do you know who I am? I, Taro Watanabe, learned martial arts at the age of eight, worshiped under the sect of the Amano Sect Master at the age of twelve, and won the title of 'Wai Zhi Chuan Chuan' at the age of twenty-two, and I have successively challenged more than a dozen kendo powerhouses, and I have never tasted defeat! In the future, legends about me will definitely circulate in the martial arts circles of the Wa Kingdom!"

Taro Watanabe's voice was full of pride.

In fact, he also has the capital of pride.

It is the highest title given to disciples by the Wa Guo sect.

The so-called "exemption" is to obtain the qualification to tell others the name of their genre.

The so-called "Jiden" means that all the techniques in the genre have been learned.

At present, there are less than ten disciples who can obtain the title of "Wai Zhi Chuan Transmission" in the Shinto Thoughtless Stream, and Watanabe Taro is the youngest one.

If there is no accident, in the near future, he will become the successor of Gengoro Amano, who will be in charge of the entire Shinto Nianliu and will be named a sword hero, and his name will go down in history.

And now, Ye Fan is saying that he is not worthy of knowing his name, how can he not be angry?

The anger that had been accumulating for a long time could no longer be suppressed, and finally exploded completely at this moment.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, !!Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

In the depths of Watanabe's throat, a beast-like roar came out, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, as if he had changed people, and his eyes bloomed with the light of choosing people and devouring them.

"That kid, die!"

Taro Watanabe let out a loud shout, and his body jumped up violently like a goshawk, and the sword tore through the air, drawing a sharp trajectory in the sky.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and slashed at Ye Fan's face with the momentum of splitting Huashan, as if he was going to split him in two.

Shinto has no thought flow, but in fact it is also a variant of a knife stream, and the core is "one hit kills".

A knife split, if the opponent blocks, practice the knife and lead people to cut together, if the opponent attacks, he has the determination to burn the jade, and will never retract the knife.

As the saying goes, the first knife will never hesitate, and the second knife will never be split!

On the battlefield, slashing or being slain is decided in a split second, and in samurai duels, the first blow is usually the final blow.

This genre, born in the midst of countless infernal battlefields of blood and fire, requires the warrior to quickly concentrate and strike a knowing blow to the enemy, killing the opponent before he is killed!

At this moment, the spirit of Taro Watanabe's whole body was completely integrated into this sword, and at the same time he shouted:

"Mystery - a slash against the wind!"

As soon as the words fell, his speed was as fast as a wind, which had exceeded the limit of the naked eye, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it seemed as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

A slash in the wind is one of the strongest mysteries of Shinto's thoughtless stream, and the sword must be obtained, and there is no forgiveness for those who deserve.

As soon as this trick comes out, let alone the ** mortal fetus, even in the face of a twelve-level hurricane, it can be split hard.

"Huh!"

The sword light is like a flood of autumn water, washing the cold and breathtaking.

At this moment, in the eyes of Taro Watanabe, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and there was no possibility of surviving.

......

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

One meter!

The sharp blade of the knife was getting closer and closer to Ye Fan's face.

However, Ye Fan not only did not dodge, but also did not have any changes in his face, as if he did not put this "slash against the wind" in his eyes at all.

"Flies don't know how small they are! You are so flamboyant that you dare to compare with my miraculous skills, it's ridiculous!"

Ye Fan said, raised his right hand, and slapped it forward.

The movement was light and soft, like swatting flies, as if it had no lethal power.

At first glance, Ye Fan's "negative resistance" is like a mantis arm as a car, a mayfly shaking a tree, and he can't do anything.

Ye Fan's palm, and the sword forged from stainless steel, were not comparable at all, as if he was going to be hacked to death directly in the next moment.

But at this moment, there was a sudden change in the field.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's palm swelled in an instant, turning into an optimus giant pillar, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, and smashed it towards Watanabe Taro from a high altitude, and the surrounding air emitted bursts of sonic booms.

For a while, the wind and clouds changed color, and the ghosts were frightened.

In an instant, Taro Watanabe's vision was completely obscured by this mountain-like giant palm.

This sudden change made him frightened, and his heart gave birth to unprecedented fear, every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, as if under great pressure, to be torn apart.

The scene that happened in front of him was completely beyond the limits of his imagination, and it made his soul tremble.

In terms of momentum, Ye Fan's giant palm is many times stronger than his slash in the wind.

At the last moment, Watanabe Taro's eyes lit up, and he burst out with a strong will to survive, and hurriedly withdrew the sword to block.

At this moment, the giant palm bombarded and fell, like a blue sky falling, which was enough to make Shenzhou Lu sink.

"Zheng!"

The next moment, the Taidao let out a mournful roar, as fragile as paper paste, and instantly shattered into thousands of fragments.

Immediately after, the giant palm continued to fall, pressing fiercely against Taro Watanabe's body.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the entire dojo shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

The aftermath of the terrifying energy leaked out, and the invisible wave of qi swept the disciples of the many training halls in the field to the ground.

After a while, the disciples of the training hall struggled to get up, stretching their necks to look at the place where Taro Watanabe had been.

The next moment, as if they had seen something unbelievable, their pupils constricted violently into pins, and their bodies shook like they had been shocked.

Looking at it from afar, I saw a deep crater on the ground, with a diameter of seven or eight meters and a depth of one meter, as if it had been bombarded by artillery shells.

In the middle of the pit, there is nothing, where is the shadow of Taro Watanabe?

But if you look closely, you can see that in the center of the pit, there is a dark red bloodstain.

Taro Watanabe, the dignified senior brother of Shinto without thoughts, and the martial arts genius of the Wa Kingdom, was directly shot to death under Ye Fan's palm!

Not only was he shot to death, but there were no bones left, and there were no bones left.

......

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

For a while, in the huge dojo, there was silence, and the needles could be heard.

Those disciples of the training hall all seemed to be petrified, standing in place, unable to move.

Invisibly, it was as if a hand was grabbing their hearts, almost suffocating.

"Shhh

It took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses, and they couldn't help but gasp and be horrified.

Shock!

Shocking like never before!

There are no words to describe how they feel at the moment.

Ye Fan's blow just now had already surpassed the realm of mortals, as if the gods had carried Mount Meru and fell from above the Nine Heavens.

Even their master, Gengoro Amano, is afraid that it will be difficult to stop.

However, after doing all this, Ye Fan's face did not change, and he slowly withdrew his right palm behind his back, with a light and breezy appearance, as if he had done something insignificant, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

There is a saying circulating in the martial arts world -

Under the grandmaster, they are all ants!

The grandmaster is like a dragon, an existence that tens of millions of people look up to, and mortals can't beat it at all.

But among the grandmasters, there are also three, six, nine and so on.

Among the strong grandmasters, there is also a saying -

Under the heavens, they are all ants!

And now, Ye Fan's strength has reached a very exaggerated level, and he can even kill the masters of the early stage realm of the Heavenly Rank in seconds.

A swordsman like Taro Watanabe, in Ye Fan's eyes, is just an ant, even if he kills it, he won't frown.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were like lightning, swept over the faces of many disciples in the training hall, and said sharply:

"Now, you can let your sect master come out to see me! If he can't come out of the fight, I will bloody the training hall today, so that the Divine Dao will disappear into this world without thoughts!"

Hearing these words, those soldiers of the training hall trembled with fright, their hearts and galls were broken, and they almost fainted.

At this moment, in the depths of the dojo, an old voice rolled in like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens:

"Who dares to be presumptuous in the training hall, is it ...... Don't you put me Gengoro Amano in your eyes?!"