The audience fell silent.

Uemura Gangning is a famous martial arts master in Tokyo, a kendo master, and even stronger than Uemura Gangzawa, but he was killed before Zhuo Bufan raised his hand.

While everyone was shocked, they were even more extremely angry, almost everyone had red eyes and stared at Zhuo Bufan with a powerful murderous aura.

"Do you dare to kill Gang Ningjun? Everyone go up together and kill this demon. ”

Someone shouted loudly, instantly pulling back those who had fallen into shock, and immediately the remaining nine kendo masters shot at the same time.

The sword swept through.

Clusters of sword flowers bloomed.

The strength of the fist is like a mountain, and the group actually shot at the same time and rushed from various tricky angles, everyone knew that if it was a single fight, even Miyamoto Lang would not be able to defeat Zhuo Bufan, so they chose to attack it in groups.

For a while, the murderous aura was pervasive and locked Zhuo Bufan, and almost within a certain range, the air was crushed into powder by the killing machine, forming a vacuum.

As for the ordinary people present at the banquet, they had never seen this kind of formation at all, and they were all frightened and quickly retreated.

Although these upper-class people have some contact with the martial arts world, they only know a little about it, and there are very few people who really understand the power of martial arts, and even see high-level martial artists fighting.

The sword guard protected Coco and Lu Xuanxuan, pulling the two out of the battlefield.

"He's going to be fine, right?" Lu Xuanxuan's bright eyes widened, looking at Zhuo Bufan in the center of the battlefield, with a worried look on her pretty face.

"My son is very powerful, don't worry. Squire Jian smiled slightly, a confident smile on his delicate face.

Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, but from the slit in his eyes, two extremely sharp gazes shot out, a silver light flashed behind him, and a dragon roar resounded through the sky.

A three-foot silver sword was already held in Zhuo Bufan's palm, and the sword god vaguely seemed to have a silver dragon dancing coiling.

Zhuo Bufan held the silver sword in his hand, and at this time, the long sword, the Taidao, and the steel fist in the hands of the other nine Japanese warriors were already close at hand, and the nine realms were almost solidified into a substance-like murderous aura enveloping Zhuo Bufan.

"Sweep the world!"

Zhuo Bufan snorted lightly, his wrist flicked, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand pulled out a silver ray of light about six zhang long in the air, the silver line was thin and thin, almost like a line of light that appeared when the heaven and earth first opened, but from the silver line, it exuded a vast and ancient aura of annihilation.

Wherever the silver thread passed, all the air was annihilated, and the surrounding air flowed backwards from the silver thread to pull out a barrier-like air curtain.

The nine martial arts masters of the Japanese Kingdom all showed a look of horror on their faces at the same time, and immediately condensed the true yuan in front of them to resist the power of the silver thread.

The silver line swept through the nine Japanese grandmasters, and the nine people flew out upside down like fairies scattering flowers dozens of meters away and fell to the ground, their skills were so strong that they were only shocked and bloody, and suffered internal injuries, as for the weaker two, they were directly cut off by the silver line, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Defeat nine Japanese martial arts masters with one sword!

"Zhuo Bufan, if you stop now and apologize to my Watanabe family, I can still let you go, otherwise I will kill you here today. Miyamoto Lang held the black autumn water, his whole body trembled, and he said angrily.

As soon as the words came out, the faces of those Japanese Grandmasters who fell to the ground changed.

Zhuo Bufan killed dozens of people from the Watanabe family, and even the heir of the Watanabe family, Watanabe Saki, was killed, and Miyamoto Lang also said this kind of thing, obviously not very sure to defeat the opponent, and even a little afraid of him.

"You and I have reached such a point, is there a way out? If you want to blame, blame you for not knowing what to do, and dare to come and kill me. ”

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly.

Miyamoto's face was gloomy and full of anger, but he felt a little remorseful in his heart.

Originally, Zhuo Bufan came to seek revenge on Abe Shiyou, and it had nothing to do with the Watanabe family, but Miyamoto wanted to kill Zhuo Bufan, and as a result, he provoked a bad star.

But things have reached the middle point, and there is no turning back.

"Everyone, give me a helping hand and slay this demon today. Miyamoto Lang snorted lightly, raised the black autumn water in his hand, and his figure flickered, rushing as fast as lightning.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc, he was able to defeat Miyamoto Lang half a month ago, not to mention that the Ice Emperor Rain Sword has gone one step further now. Miyamoto Lang held the black autumn water, picking, stabbing, splitting, chopping, horizontal, wiping, and chopping, and all kinds of kendo techniques were interpreted in his hands, as if he was watching a gorgeous artistic performance, but each of his knives was filled with a shocking murderous aura, with a will to kill martial arts

。

Miyamoto understood how strong Zhuo Bufan's strength was, and this time there were almost no reservations.

Countless black knife winds swept wildly, and the wine bottles on the wine table were blown by the knife wind, broken in two, and the lawn grass clippings flew one after another, marking a knife mark several inches deep.

Miyamoto Lang walked with the knife, and one after another the sword qi roared out, almost forming a knife gang to protect him in it. Those warriors who had been injured just now also got up and forcibly lifted the true yuan towards Zhuo Bufan's siege.

Zhuo Bufan's face was full of sorrow and joy, holding the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand, the long sword stabbed out, and clusters of sword flowers flickered.

A group of people fought together, and the others had long lost the ability to think, staring at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Yi Tianhuai and Yi Bo were even more worried, the two of them offended Zhuo Bufan just now, if Zhuo Bufan killed Gong Benlang and others, would they come to them for trouble.

"I'm going to kill this guy. Yi Bo muttered to himself.

After a minute of fighting, the scope of the fight became larger and larger, and the people around them also retreated to a hundred meters and drove towards it, and the entire banquet center was destroyed by the violent sword qi and sword rays.

But the more everyone fought, the more frightened they became, because they couldn't occupy the top at all, but they had been pressed and beaten by Zhuo Bufan, and even felt that Zhuo Bufan didn't seem to have used all his strength.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand blocked Gong Benlang's attack, and then turned around and slashed in half a kendo master who was sneaking up from behind with a sword.

Zhuo Bufan didn't want to waste time with them, so he shot faster and spicier, except for Miyamoto Lang, who was qualified to fight with him, the rest of the Sword Sect was just miscellaneous fish.

"The second. ”

"The third. ”

"The fourth. ”

The Ice Emperor Rain Sword was like a god of death harvesting life, and a silver light flashed, and a kendo master fell.

In the end, only Miyamoto was left alone in the entire field.

Miyamoto looked at the dead Sword Sect, pinched the hilt of the sword hard, and directly made a sound of bone impact, and his eyes had turned blood-red.

"Zhuo Bufan, you forced me, you will definitely die today. Miyamoto Lang said, suddenly biting the tip of his tongue and spraying the essence blood on the black autumn water, the black autumn water let out bursts of clear sounds, and wisps of black mist slowly rose from the blade. "Huh. Zhuo Bufan stood with his sword in his hand, and also showed a hint of doubt, Miyamoto Lang's true yuan was actually climbing rapidly.