“Geeh…”

The sword pierced and directly shattered the throat of the Japanese warrior.

The knife raised high in his hand finally landed on the ground. Ye Chunqiu harvested the sword. He instinctively covered his throat, but the blood was still sprayed out. He staggered on the spot and then fell into a pool of blood.

Vulnerable!

It is even said that this Japanese warrior is not even qualified to be Ye Chunqiu's power.

Because from beginning to end, Ye Chunqiu looked leisurely and elegant, and even had a bit of elegance when he put away his long sword.

He did not go to see the Japanese warrior on the ground.

But the sound finally stopped, because at this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the Japanese.

Just like that...dead!

If Ye Chunqiu had to kill Yuan Yizheng just now, the two of them had only won one breath, and everyone's eyes were dazzled. When the result came out, they knew who won and who lost.

So now... everyone saw this warrior in front of him. This person... was just a straw in front of Ye Chunqiu.

So calm, so light, so careless, with a long sword being sent and a sword being sealed, the outcome is decided.

Silence, a brief silence, Zhu Houzhao was also unable to make a sound. He was still shouting hysterically with someone, then looked at the sword in a fascination, and then was so shocked that he forgot his words.

Then... even greater cheers broke out in the crowd, and everyone was involuntarily excited as if the mud and sand were wrapped in huge waves.

Zhu Houzhao was also unavoidable. He had never felt such a hustle and his eardrum seemed to be about to pierce it at this moment. After a brief silence, he tore open his throat. It was covered by a louder sound so that he could not hear his cheers. But he just wanted to shout, just like everyone, he felt his blood boiling all over his body.

The faces of the vassal envoys became unnatural because he heard a murmur in his ears: "Kill them, kill these beasts, kill these beasts..."

The Japanese are very bad and bad. This is what the envoys know, but the problem is that they are still envoys, so... many people die in rabbits and foxes, and many people empathize with them, as if Ye Chunqiu had one sword after another, killing themselves.

And the Japanese warriors were completely in chaos and even retreated involuntarily...

In fact, they still have a chance. As long as they are willing to rush forward, there will definitely be a chance. But at this moment, they watched the not-tall figure step by step, with the long sword still dripping with blood. His pace was steady, neither fast nor slow, and their fighting spirit collapsed like a building falling.

Someone was slowing down, and Ye Chunqiu's eyes locked him. He saw a trace of murderous intent in Ye Chunqiu's eyes. This young man who had been gentle and elegant and only passed by murderous intent when he killed people was at this moment in the eyes of this Japanese warrior, he knew that he could not hide, so he barely raised his sword to cut. The sword shadow had arrived. The extremely fast sword tip was still several feet away from him at the last moment, but the next moment, it directly pierced his face.

It's face-to-face!

The tip of the sword pierced through the door, and it easily penetrated the skull, passing through the back of his head. At this time, the tip of the sword dripped with blood and serous in his brain. It immediately pulled and pulled out again. A hole appeared on his face. The man didn't even have time to scream. He rolled to the ground under the conditioned reflex, and blood and brain juice flowed all over the ground. Only those eyes that were still staring showed the horror and pain he was facing just now...

This kind of pain is probably far more painful than heartbreaking, and is far more shocking than a sword to seal the throat.

The Japanese people were panicked.

Someone even slammed and the Japanese sword fell to the ground, covering his face and leaving.

Finally, a samurai who could not bear the humiliation burst out and roared: "Kill!" Someone shouted loudly.

As if infected by his courage, seven or eight warriors drew their swords together and made their final struggle. In the sound of the waves higher and higher, there were clearly one person on one side, while on the other side were dozens of warriors. However, at this moment, the warriors drew their swords actually had a bit of tragic power.

They have actually messed up their rules, relying solely on the last bit of courage, hoping to take the opportunity to fight back.

If they still remember some of their kendo teachings at this moment, and if they still maintain their rationality and form an array to fight against Ye Chunqiu, perhaps... they can also cause some trouble for Ye Chunqiu.

Just now...

What Ye Chunqiu saw was just a trapped beast full of flaws and a desperate end.

On the battlefield, perhaps such a person is of some use, and can create some damage. Now, in front of Ye Chunqiu, there is a dazzling opportunity. His figure flashed, and somehow, he had already swept to the side of a Japanese man. With a long sword, the Japanese man's wrist was broken and the Japanese sword fell down. But before everyone could react, the sword light used the remaining momentum to pierce a person's throat.

It was done in one go, without any drag or any obstacles, Ye Chunqiu even felt a feeling of pleasure all over his body.

one……

two……

Three...

The ninth...

When the sword was pulled out of the ninth samurai's chest, Ye Chunqiu seemed to be wearing a bloody dress. He raised his eyes and saw that the remaining Japanese had completely lost their courage. Only despair was left in their eyes.

But Ye Chunqiu did not feel any sympathy for this. He even thought in his heart with resentment that the little girl must be more frightened and desperate than them when she was violent by these people. Haha...

He walked step by step, but headed in the opposite direction of all the Japanese.

Countless cheers and shouts were like shocking the sky and the earth.

The Japanese found that their legs and feet could no longer move. They were stunned and watched Ye Chunqiu walk to a Japanese man behind him.

This is the Japanese who had just cut off his wrist by Ye Chunqiu, and is still lying on the ground, holding the bloody broken mouth and rolling and wailing.

Ye Chunqiu's boots were raised and stepped on the Japanese man's face. The Japanese man was so painful that he almost fainted. However, as soon as Ye Chunqiu's boots fell on his head, he squirmed wildly like a bug nailed to the ground, but he could not break free from it anyway.

Ye Chunqiu just lowered his head and stared at him briefly for a moment, then raised his sword, and he murmured in a low voice: "That person is just a nine-year-old child..."

Ha... At this moment, Ye Chunqiu's eyes suddenly stopped clear, his face no longer calm and quiet, his face suddenly had a bit of hideousness, and his pupils seemed to be bloodshot and turned bright red...

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Today I saw some readers asking why the tiger was even late. In fact, the tiger has been sick these two days, so the update was a bit slower in the past two days. As for the manuscripts that someone asked about, it has been gone for a long time. These days, the tiger has been 20,000 words a day. It is estimated that it has been typing under the air conditioner for a long time, so I caught a cold. I went to get an injection this morning, and it took some time, and my head was drowsy, my thinking became dull, and my updates became later than usual. Moreover, today the tiger can only update nine times. I hope everyone can understand the tiger! In addition, I hope everyone pays attention to cooling down and pays more attention to blowing the air conditioner. There is no way to avoid tiger typing. I hope everyone can pay more attention to the health!
Chapter completed!