More and more people are rushing out of this kendo hall, there are students who are practicing, there are also instructors and managers, all kinds of costumes, white and black, crowds are surging, and the streets are jammed!

Nearly 1,000 samurai, apprentices, and instructors in the entire Japan Kendo Association building stood in the rain with a murderous spirit. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As far as the eye can see, there is a lot of anger.

There are many people, there is momentum, more people can carry Mount Tai, one or two martial arts practitioners stand there, do not show any aura, but thousands of civilians add up, can also set off surging waves, these people, eyes above the top, all of them are very high, joining the kendo club, itself is a kind of glory.

Now their dignity is being trampled on!

Some people can't understand Chinese, but some people can!

Yagyu Eleven Lang, that is their grandmaster idol who is respected as the president for life and is known as Japan's number one swordsman!

His apprentices are all over the island of Japan, and his reputation is unmatched in the Japanese kendo world, equivalent to the existence of the abbot of Shaolin!

Anyone who insults kendo, who insults Yagyu Eleven, is their enemy.

We must not allow the enemy to be arrogant and arrogant! This is in Japan, in Tokyo!

Ye Fanjun...... Ye Fanjun ...... "Tangerine Pear Yarn was extremely frightened, she was used to seeing many big scenes, and she had never encountered such a crisis.

One person against hundreds, if not thousands!

"Stand aside!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, the rain fell on his head, but miraculously separated the wisps of mist, as if he had become an immortal and a Buddha.

"Dare to insult the Great Nippon Kendo, insult the chairman, kill him!" The crowd burst into cheers, and several samurai with swords rushed out at the same time!

They had samurai belts floating on their foreheads, red belts around their waists that symbolized the level of kendo, their feet on clogs, their eyes crazy and hideous, and they pulled out their long knives one after another!

In an instant, the killing opportunity is infinite, and this chaotic and cruel scene has been out of people's imagination.

It's a lethal rhythm!

Seven or eight sword-wielding warriors slashed at Ye Fan, and the clogs trampled on the stagnant water, rolling up chaotic rain, showing madness.

They wanted to kill people in the streets, and thousands of people watched, but no one stood up to stop them.

Tachibana Pear Yarn trembled with fright, and the umbrella fell into the muddy water.

There was no expression in Xiao Wushuang's cold gaze, I don't know if it was numbness or what.

It is impossible for these people to cause harm to Ye Fan, even Li Mo knows this very well, which of the ninjas of the Miyamoto family is not a hundred times stronger than them?

They are self-defeating.

In the center surrounded by the crowd, the figure standing with his hands suddenly shook in front of people's eyes!

Poof――

Several kendo warriors who rushed up sprayed blood from their mouths and noses, like fragile bamboo poles in a storm, splitting their heads and falling in all directions, and their long knives fell to the ground, splashed with mud and blood.

Waving his hand and carrying his back behind him, Ye Fan still stood proudly in place, as if he had never made a move or left there.

But fools know that he made a move, and he knocked out all eight people in a second, so fast that the naked eye couldn't tell and catch his movements.

Fear spreads in the silence, and the sound of the rustling rain around it makes this oppression, this solemnity!

The cruelty on the faces of several of the wounded samurai had been replaced by fear, and they struggled to move their bodies and crawled towards their own crowd, no longer wanting their knives.

Where did this pervert come from? It's terrible, in front of him, the kendo warriors are not even as good as babies, and eight people can't touch him!

The rain was falling, hitting the body, and annihilating the streets, making people feel silent and restless, as if there was a terrifying coercion brewing before the rainstorm.

Standing in the center of focus, Ye Fan's figure as an immortal stood majestically, looking up at the top of the building, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He had already sensed the aura of several people whose blood was stronger than ordinary people, and he looked out from a window in this building.

The Yagyu family!

These breaths moved quickly, because they also saw the scene happening downstairs, and if they didn't show up, the disciples and grandchildren would only be bullied to death.

Ye Fan waited quietly, often the big man will always be the last to appear, and Yanagi Eleven Lang should be no exception.

"Who are you, why are you here to make trouble?" As the shouts rang out, a middle-aged samurai in his fifties led three people of about the same age.

The four men were dressed differently from everyone else, with loose and puffed black and white striped trousers, a gown with a large open neckline, and a bun on their heads, following the style tradition of medieval Japanese samurai, with gray family crest tattooed on each side of the neckline, and a tengu.

They are the sons and nephews of Yagyu Eleven, when a large number of top masters of the Yagyu family and the Miyamoto family died in the Red River in southern Yunnan, the domestic Yanagi family only left a few women and children, after forty years of recuperation, before re-standing at the pinnacle of Japanese kendo, in addition to the influence and dominance of Yagyu Eleven, these can be said to be indispensable.

Yagyu Hyoshi, Yanagi Tsunharu, Yagyu Okura, Yagyu Kojiro.

Among them, Yagyu Kojiro is the oldest, and his kendo cultivation is the highest, and he has been designated as the family successor by Yagyu Eleven Lang.

Now he is the one who takes the lead in speaking, a strong enemy is coming, and Yanagi Kojiro, as the owner of the kendo hall, must take it seriously, stand up, and first figure out the situation and then fight with the opponent.

"Is the old ghost of Liu Sheng dead?, let you dogs come out and be substitutes for the dead ghosts!" Ye Fan was full of disdain, and said coldly: "My name, go and ask your emperor, I want to know from my mouth that you are not worthy!"

"Yaga, big brother, let me teach this Shina pig a lesson!" Yanagi Tsunaji didn't wait for Kojiro to answer, pulled out his katana, risked his life, stepped on the raindrops, and slashed at the opponent frantically!

The clogs clattered under his feet, and Yanagi Tsunharu was flushed with excitement, because he found that his opponent had no intention of dodging. Even if this knife can't kill him, he can see the blood soaring, boost morale, and let out a bad breath.

Just when Yanagi Tsunaji was immersed in excitement, he didn't expect this knife to slash with all his strength, but it missed, and the feeling of using all his strength to split the air made his fat face full of blood and qi in an instant, and a mouthful of sullen breath blocked his throat and eyes.

However, this knife tried its best to slash, but there was no way to take it back, so it could only be slashed to the end. What shocked Yanagi Tsunaharu inexplicably was that in less than half a second, a head appeared strangely, lying under his knife, with a frightened and disbelieving look on his face!

"Poof!"

The knife fell, his head was broken, and the blood gushing out of his neck puffed Yanagi Gangji's face scarlet, and his eyes were full of blood, and Yanagi Gangji saw a scene that made him frightened and desperate for the rest of his life.

The headless corpse lay limp in the rain, dressed in a samurai suit, with a katana sword hanging from its waist, and its hands and feet twitched a few times as it spread its limbs......

The head that rolled off next to him still maintained the expression of fear before death, and he didn't even let out a miserable scream.

When!

The bloody long knife in Yanagi Tsunaga's hand fell at his feet, staggered back a few steps, and sat down in a pool of blood, pointing to the scene in front of him and screaming, his face was crazy, he was incoherent, and he was so frightened that he went crazy.

The person who was beheaded by him was not Ye Fan, but his younger brother Liu Shengbingyan!

No one could see what was going on with this knife, only the tragic result.

No one has ever experienced this scene when the street is decapitated and the corpses are lying on the ground! This is the most prosperous street in Tokyo, and in the civilized world, there is a terrifying scene of murder, and the impact of a knife and beheading is too strong to bring to the onlookers!

Tangerine Pear Yarn screamed and hid in Xiao Wushuang's arms, and the two beauties, one tall and one short, hugged each other and trembled.

Not far away, the two big camera brothers of the TV station were colorless, still sticking to the back of the camera, filming this terrifying kicking dispute.

The crowd hula flashed out of the boss's space, and some of the kendo hall apprentices who didn't dare to look directly at the bloody scene covered their pale faces and fled.

"Ahh

Yanagi Kojiro's eyes were fierce, and he also held a knife and rushed forward, at this time their simple brains were completely reckless, they only knew how to kill blindly, and they couldn't resolve the blood-vomiting hatred in their hearts!

"It's too much to deceive!

Two people, three long knives, divided into two ways, stepped over Yanagi Gangji's trembling body, one slashed at Ye Fan's smiling face, and the other slashed horizontally!

The distance between the two sides was so close that almost in the blink of an eye, the sword light drowned out people's sight.

Yanagi Okura's double knives danced wildly, slashing down wildly, so that ordinary people couldn't see his movements clearly at all, only to see a snowy knife curtain, wide open and closed, crazy explosion!

A wicked smile flashed at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and his figure flashed suddenly, and when he reappeared, there was already a substitute ghost in front of him, blocking Yanagi Okura's wild knife dance.

Poof!

The sudden change made these two people have no time to control their sword skills, and they couldn't stop their murderous intentions, and once again made a stupid thing that they regretted!

All the attacks were slashed firmly on Yanagi Tsunaga's body, a few knives down, blood splashed, screams, his face was cut into four petals, a knife on the belly directly cut the intestines and abdomen, squirting out of fishy internal organs, feces and urine out!

Hacked to death by these two people!

"You...... You ......" The bloody eyes couldn't believe it, just now he killed his younger brother by mistake, but in half a minute, he was killed by two brothers together!

What a nightmare this is! Lying on his back in the streets, Yanagi Tsunaharu couldn't bare until he died.

Their faces, knives, and bodies were splattered with their brothers' blood, and Yanagi Okura and Yanagi Kojiro gasped, their eyes red, and they looked at each other in horror and despair, and at the same time burst out: "Ahhh

The two brothers died tragically under their own swords, the enemy was still personable, spotless, looking at them with a smile, it was completely like an adult teasing a child, and the Yanagi brothers were furious, almost crazy!

"Stop! Stand down! Okura! Kojiro!" An old man's reprimand full of boundless anger came from the Kendo Hall building, shaking the hearts of the two people who were about to go berserk, and they stopped their steps and slowly retreated backwards.

The roar pulled the two men back from the guillotine, but it couldn't calm the fears of those around them.

The drizzle of rain made the bloody qi spread faster, and the blood from the two corpses and the tragic aftermath reminded people that this was real, not a nightmare.

The sound of clogs was so crisp at this time that it rang out from the corridors of the building to the outside.

The frightened crowd hurriedly made way of a passageway.

"Are you finally willing to show your head?" Ye Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the old figure who was getting closer and closer.

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