"What?!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Leng Feng and many other members of the Oriental Divine Sword team were all taken aback, so surprised that they couldn't believe their ears.

Ye Fan hit three, and they were responsible for shouting 666?

This is also too confident, and he simply doesn't take those three strong people in the country in his eyes.

A few days ago, although Ye Fan was one against a thousand, he showed his might.

But the three enemies in front of him are not ordinary special forces.

Taro Miyamoto is an A-level powerhouse, controls thunder, and has a strength comparable to that of a martial arts master.

If it hadn't been for Ye Fan to come to the rescue just now, Leng Feng would have died in Huangquan.

It is no exaggeration to say that Taro Miyamoto alone is enough to make everyone in the arena sink into the sand and annihilate the whole army.

And Hattori and Misaki also reveal a powerful aura, and they are definitely not inferior to Miyamoto Taro.

Now, Ye Fan wants to fight three with one, which is too much!

The three strong men of the Wa Kingdom on the other side also seemed to have been greatly humiliated.

Hattori shouted: "Stinky boy, you dare to speak wildly! Do you know who I am? My master is a famous sword master in the Japanese country, and I have won the true inheritance of my master, and I can be called among my peers——"

"Don't be verbose!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan directly interrupted: "I'm not interested in listening to a dead man's nonsense!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, as if he was expounding something natural, without the slightest provocation.

But hearing this, Hattori was furious, and he never expected that before he could fight, Ye Fan would treat him as a dead man.

I've seen madness, but I've never seen such madness!

"Yaga!"

Hattori reprimanded angrily: "Boy, since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

As he spoke, the momentum on his body changed dramatically in an instant.

Before, Hattori's appearance could only be described by the word "ordinary", and he wouldn't take a second look at it when he was thrown into the crowd.

But now, he seems to have turned into a peerless divine weapon, with a sharp edge, straight into the sky, and the samurai uniform on his body is also windless, as if a blower is blowing at him.

"Boom!"

A coercion that was like a substance, with his body as the center, spread out in all directions, and the air around him was stagnant.

In the distance, many members of the Oriental Excalibur team had extremely solemn faces, and their exposed skin seemed to be about to be cut apart by a sharp blade.

Only a strong grandmaster can bring them such an oppressive force.

Although Hattori is not an alien, he is a grandmaster-level swordsman, and in terms of combat effectiveness, he is definitely not inferior to Taro Miyamoto.

At this moment, his eyes were staring at Ye Fan, his eyes were like torches, and he entered a state of no distraction.

It seems that in his eyes, there is nothing else between heaven and earth except Ye Fan.

Seeing this scene, Misaki, who was wearing a kimono and was as bright as a peach blossom, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a weird smile, and her lips opened slightly:

"Tsk...... Hattori is really moving! This kid probably won't even be able to pick up a single move, and he will die tragically on the spot! I don't know what his blood tastes like?"

At the end, Misaki licked the corners of her mouth with her tongue in anticipation.

......

"Zheng!"

At this moment, a high-pitched and sonorous knife sound sounded.

Hattori pulled out the sword in its sheath, and his body shot out like a long rainbow through the sun.

See, spit out, pull out, cut off!

Between the lightning and the fire, there was a complete series of movements, flowing clouds and water, all in one go, without any mud and water.

Hattori is the descendant of the sword stream of the Japanese country, and the practice is the best sword drawing technique, called "Iai", and it is rumored that after practicing to the extreme, you can draw the knife hundreds of times in a second.

At this moment, the speed of the knife has exceeded the limit of ordinary people's naked eyes, and the position that Ye Fan is in is completely shrouded in the Tai Dao, and there is nothing to hide.

What's even more shocking is that this sword has a dark red color, as if it is dyed by the blood of the enemy, and a mournful wail can be faintly heard when the knife is drawn.

If you are a coward, you are afraid that you will be so frightened that you will not be able to raise any resistance, and you can only become a lamb to the slaughter!

In order to survive, everyone pursues the law of the jungle of Chiguoguo, natural selection, and the survival of the strong, which has created the distorted character of the people.

They are aggressive by nature, poor, arrogant, self-respecting, stubborn, and when faced with the strong, they turn their faces and can turn into loyal dogs with their tails wagging and begging.

They seem to be low-key and forbearing, but in fact they are extremely violent, and once their strength is better than the original strong, they will retaliate even harder.

Therefore, this kind of character is also vividly displayed in martial arts.

Killing the Way!

A martial art purely for the sake of killing!

At this moment, as soon as Hattori made a move, he used his strongest killer move, without any remaining strength, trying to kill the opponent with one move.

His slash is as fast as thunder, and often the enemy has no time to react, and he is already in a different place.

......

"Sting!"

The knife tore through the air, turned into a roaring fury, and stabbed towards Ye Fan's throat.

Fast!

It's unimaginably fast!

It is worthy of the Japanese national residence, and in the hands of Hattori, it has been sublimated into the most extreme martial arts.

However, in the face of this devastating sword, Ye Fan still stood in place, rooted under his feet, not moving at all, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Seeing that the knife was about to stab him in the throat, Ye Fan suddenly raised his right hand, and he was about to take the knife with his bare hands.

Seeing him so big, Hattori was even more furious, looking like crazy, and vowed to chop him into pulp.

"Boom!"

The sound of the blade entering the body did not sound, but there was a sound of gold and iron colliding.

The next moment, there was an incredible scene in the field-

Ye Fan actually used the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to forcibly sandwich the blade of the Taidao between his fingers.

His fingers were slender and slender, white as jade, and they didn't seem to have any power.

On the other hand, the knife is extremely sharp, and there is a blood groove on the blade, and the lethality is very terrifying.

According to common sense, the blade of the Taidao should be easy to cut off Ye Fan's fingers.

But the strange scene in front of him surprised everyone in the audience, and their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

For a while, Hattori's heart set off a monstrous wave, and he was so surprised that he couldn't help it.

With that move, he had already used twelve percent of his internal strength, carrying the power of the charge, even if it was an iron wall, he could split it.

Who knew that Ye Fan only used two fingers to take this knife down, and it seemed that it was effortless.

Is this kind of physical strength still human?

Soon, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Hattori's forehead, and the arm holding the knife continued to tremble, and the strong internal strength was injected into the Taidao, as long as the Taidao advanced a little further, it could split Ye Fan.

But this little distance is like a chasm between heaven and earth, close to the end of the world, and it will never be surmountable.

It can be seen that Ye Fan's strength is definitely far superior to him.

......

"Hmph! The sword drawn and slashed by the Japanese Yankee is inherited from the Chinese magic skills, but he has not learned the true essence, and it will be difficult to reach the hall of elegance after all!" Ye Fan criticized mercilessly.

If it had been before, Hattori would have been furious, but now, he couldn't say a word, he froze in place, let alone slashing forward, and he couldn't even pull back the sword.

At the same time, on Ye Fan's body, he felt a very terrifying aura.

Reason told him that he should stay away from Ye Fan immediately, but all his kung fu was on this sword.

If you lose the sword, it is equivalent to being broken and your combat effectiveness plummets.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he shouted angrily:

"Give-me-break!"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful force, like a volcanic eruption, surged towards the sword.

"Thorn la la!"

In an instant, the sword, forged from stainless steel, fell apart and turned into powder, leaving no residue left.

Until this huge force castrated, it bombarded Hattori's body.

"Bang!"

It was like being hit by a high-speed train, flying upside down for hundreds of meters, breaking countless trees, and finally slumping to the ground.

Looking from afar, I saw a fist-sized hole in his left chest, his heart was burst, and red blood gushed out.

Hattori didn't even have time to scream before he was completely dead.

One punch to kill!