The black sword poured down like a violent storm.

Less than thirty minutes.

The fighting stopped.

Dugu Shang was covered in blood and had more than a dozen wounds on his body.

And all sixty-three Yang Kingdom warriors fell to the ground.

No one will survive!

Zheng Siyue and the six Zheng family bodyguards were stunned.

They originally thought that Dugu Shang would be chopped into pieces by the people of the Yang Kingdom. After all, the Aoki family even moved out ninjas.

But I didn't expect that Dugu Shang was fine, but a lot of people from Yang State died.

Taro Aoki was also shocked.

Sixty-three elites, why couldn't they even kill Dugu Shang?

Then, he roared into the night sky:

"Death, death, you all must die!"

His fist sank, there was a click, and all his clothes fell apart, and then he grabbed the katana.

"Ye Fan, you are all going to die tonight!"

Dressed in hunting clothes, Dugu Shang looked at Saburo Aoki and took a step forward.

The killing intent is overwhelming.

"Swish swish——"

Taro Aoki stepped on his feet, and dozens of silver needles shot from the tips of his shoes towards Dugu Shang.

Dugu Shang's body flashed, his black sword swung, and he knocked down the silver needle to the ground.

"Whoosh——"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Taro Aoki moved his steps and instead of attacking Dugu Shang, he came to Cang Lang.

He wanted to kill this living creature with one knife.

He has called the police. As long as Cang Lang dies, the police arrive, and Zheng Siyue testifies, Ye Fan will definitely die.

Otherwise, not only will his companion and younger brother die in vain tonight, but the relationship between Aoki and the Zheng family will also become tense.

"A child cannot be taught—"

Just as he was swinging the knife, Ye Fan shook his head slightly and bounced.

He looks very thin and can be blown down by a gust of wind, but when he takes action, Taro Aoki cannot resist it.

With the first palm strike, Taro Aoki's katana was broken in half.

The second palm was struck, and the poisonous needle he shot fell to the ground.

The third palm was struck, and Taro Aoki, who was about to silence him, retreated in shock.

He could end the wolf's life in just one second, but he didn't dare to take the risk for just one second.

Taro Aoki believed that if he stepped back a second later, Ye Fan would definitely smash his head.

When Taro Aoki subconsciously stepped back, Ye Fan took a few steps close to him and slapped three palms again.

"Bang bang bang——"

He made three moves, and Taro Aoki had already taken eight steps back.

He is the eldest son of the Aoki family, and it goes without saying that he is very skilled, but he can't escape Ye Fan's hand once he retreats and retreats again.

In his helplessness, he held half of his samurai sword in front of him.

He just hoped that he could get in the way.

Ye Fan reached out with his arm, bypassed the katana with his palm, and patted Taro Aoki's chest.

Zheng Siyue and the others saw that Ye Fan's shot was soft and he seemed to have not eaten, but Taro Aoki was slapped by him, blood spurted out and he fell into the air.

Before Taro Aoki landed, Ye Fan's hand pinched his throat again.

Zheng Siyue retracted the muzzle of the gun pointed at Cang Lang.

Ye Fan looked at Saburo Aoki and said lightly:

"you lose."

Three simple words made Taro Aoki despair beyond words.

Before meeting Ye Fan, he tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan's strength and thought he could fight him. But now he knew that Ye Fan could beat him with one hand.

But he still didn't bow his head: "I came to China as an envoy from the Yang Kingdom. You try to kill me..."

Ye Fan smiled: "I will definitely satisfy you."

Zheng Siyue's delicate body trembled, and she picked up her cell phone and dialed repeatedly.

"Stop! Stop!"

At this time, an old and majestic voice suddenly sounded from the side of the mourning hall.

More than a dozen Yang Kingdom men and women appeared with samurai swords, and they also carried a pressure different from Taro Aoki's.

Then, a white-haired old man in a kimono who was calm and intimidating strode forward.

Dugu Shang narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened his hand on the black sword by three points.

"dad."

"Mr. Aoki."

As soon as the old man in kimono appeared, Taro Aoki and Zheng Siyue spoke out in unison, their faces showing the joy of being rescued.

Obviously the old man is Qingmudao Temple, a silver medal physician, an expert in using poisons, and a master of the mysterious realm.

Zheng Siyue also thought that if Qingmudao Temple could kill Ye Fan, then things would be perfect tonight.

Qingmudao Temple ignored the shouts of his son and the others, and just looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes.

He finally saw the enemies of the Aoki family and the enemies of the Blood Medicine Sect up close, but he knew he couldn't be angry at this moment.

My son was pinched by Ye Fan like a dog.

Ye Fan met the other person's gaze calmly, without any surprise or fear, only a touch of indifference.

"Young man, put down Taro Aoki."

"I already know about Saburo Aoki, and I will investigate it carefully."

"If you are truly innocent, the Aoki family will no longer seek revenge on you, and the Chinese police will not arrest you."

Qingmudao Temple revealed his identity to Ye Fan:

"I am Aoki Daoji!"

"One word and nine tripods!"

"Please give me some face!"

"Let Aoki Taro go!"

"face?"

Ye Fan pinched Taro Aoki's neck with a click:
Chapter completed!