"If one person can't kill you, then a thousand people and a hundred people.

"I don't believe it. Can a Chinese child be able to compete with the martial arts of Japan with the power of one person?"

ISHINO said in a grim voice.

With his call, all the people behind him responded.

One after another, his eyes were full of anger, and the angry voice of righteous indignation echoed.

"Yes

"That's right ~"

"if this son of a bitch kills mingzun, we Japanese martial arts will never die."

"Never let him go like this?"

"Let's fight together."

...

"if he can defeat one person and ten people, can he still defeat tens of thousands of people?"

On the top of Mount Fuji, everyone's emotions were mobilized.

They roared, they cursed.

Among the eyebrows and eyes, the killing intention surges.

In the chest, hate is boiling!

Everyone was red eyed, almost ready to burst out fire.

In the roar, one by one people rushed out.

Or fist or palm, or chop or chop.

Thousands of attacks on the road, like the tide in general, toward the direction of Ye Fan crazy pour.

"Green wood sword formula, green wood chop!"

...

"Dragon Spirit boxing!"

Wangyue River and shiyelong one or two people also did not look at, instant hand, together with the people, to Ye Fan crazy cut.

Hoo ~

on the top of Mount Fuji, the strong wind is surging and the sword spirit is crisscross.

The overwhelming attack, like an ocean storm, swept away in the direction of Ye Fan.

"Master ~"

Liang Gong yingyue, who is protected by Ye Fan in his arms, sees the magnificent scene in front of him. His pretty face is bloodless, but even paler.

Small hand tightly grasps Ye Fan's corner of clothes, looks up at Ye Fan full of guilt and worry.

However, in the face of the crowd, Ye Fan is heroic and smiling.

"Moon, don't worry."

"The master said that he will take you away safely, accompany you to the sky and empty trees, accompany you to see the sea subside, and accompany you to see the scenery of the world."

"No one can stop it!"

"If one gets in my way, I'll kill another."

"If ten people block me, I will kill ten people!"

"Stop me, all of you

Bang ~

the words are sonorous, just like gold and stone falling on the ground.

Under the sound of Ye Fan's flood, the world is full of Ye Fan's soul stirring.

At one moment, the moon was stunned.

She raised her pretty face and looked at the boy beside her quietly.

Beautiful eyes, full of color and obsession.

It turns out that there is such a young man in this world.

Willing to fight against the world for her sake.

"Thank you, master."

"Thank you for bringing all the touching and romance to yue'er."

"In my life, I can meet a teenager like my master, yue'er, and I will die without regret ~"

Liang Gong yingyue whispers in her heart and smiles with tears in her heart.

On the pretty face, all are filled with tears.

But they were tears of moving, tears of joy.

Liang Gong Ying Yue's voice, Ye Fan naturally does not know.

At this time, he looked up to the sky and roared.

Then, holding a drunken girl, just like that, go all the way into the front of the crowd!

The sword is full of Qi and the light of the sword is vertical and horizontal.

Blood mixed with ice and snow, blood color even snow color all over the sky.

In this way, Ye Fan's beauty is in his arms and his fist is sweeping.

At this time, Ye Fan, like a sword, stabbed into the crowd.

One by one, one person fell down and another screamed.

Thousands of people can't stop Ye Fan.

As for their so-called joint attack force, it is like a native chicken and a dog, which is instantly defeated by Ye Fan.

On the top of Mount Fuji, Ye Fan's whole life is like a place without human beings!

Like a unique swordsman, kill one person in ten steps, and leave no line for thousands of miles.

Red blood, burning all over the sky.

The blood color is even more red than that of yaoyang!