Whoosh!
Yang Yifan took a deep breath. The pain in his right hand was still surging like a tide, but his face was flickering with a layer of madness and bloodlust.
What was this?
Battle intent!
How could this guy have such a strong battle intent?
Many of the Japanese swallowed hard. Fighting spirit and killing intent were invisible. It was hard to say how they formed, but they knew that those who formed fighting spirit and killing intent were definitely experts.
When facing the Japanese, anything else was unnecessary. The only thing he could do was kill them.
Not only Yang Yifan, but every real Chinese person who had such an opportunity would not let go of a Japanese. China and the Japanese had never been able to coexist since more than a hundred years ago.
Thump!
His right foot stomped on the ground, and Yang Yifan was like a cannonball that had been released from a barrel. He pounced towards the Japanese with a strong killing intent.
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
A guy whose right hand was almost crippled dared to take the initiative to attack them?
Did they really think that these Japanese agents were a bunch of pigs?
The surrounding devils were immediately furious. They swore that they would capture Yang Yifan alive, skin him alive, pull out his tendons, cut him into eight pieces, and finally chop him up to feed the dogs.
Thump thump thump thump!
A short Japanese man crossed his legs and held a long and narrow samurai sword in both hands as he charged towards Yang Yifan.
Thump!
When the two of them were two meters apart, the guy suddenly stomped his foot and his entire body immediately soared into the air.
Swoosh!
A cold light splashed in all directions as the samurai sword slashed down.
This was a technique commonly used by the Japanese. Those who were familiar with it could split a thick log in half with one strike, let alone a person of flesh and blood.
He didn't dodge or retreat. He didn't give in to the Japanese.
This was Yang Yifan's principle.
"You're courting death."
Swoosh!
The violent wind even made Yang Yifan's hair flutter.
At this critical moment, Yang Yifan's head shook slightly, and the sharp samurai sword fell close to his ear.
"Do you think you can dodge it like this? Naive Zhi Na pig."
The ghost was very confident that his knife would definitely be able to cut off half of Yang Yifan's shoulder. The effect would be the same.
Puff!
However, at this moment, a soft sound rang out. The ghost's body froze and his eyes widened. What was that sound?
In less than a breath's time, he felt that something was wrong. The strength in his body seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. His knife fell on Yang Yifan's shoulder, but it did not even tear his clothes.
At this time, a huge pain came from his mouth. He seemed to understand something. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the fruit knife that had sunk into the flesh. His face was full of disbelief.
How could it be so fast?
Thump!
The corpse fell to the ground, but the guy's eyes were still wide open. He died with grievances.
Whoosh!
The few Japanese around him could not help but take a deep breath. Their faces were filled with horror. In that split second, they did not understand how Yang Yifan had discovered the flaw.
That move was the killer move of the Japanese Ninjutsu. Without practicing the Ninjutsu to a high level, one would not be able to see it.
Looking at Yang Yifan, the eyes of these ghosts were filled with solemnity.
Of course, they didn't know that Yang Yifan had stolen the killing ability of the number one expert here. It was equivalent to practicing the killing techniques of the Japanese. Naturally, he was clear about their moves.
If he hadn't been injured earlier, he was confident that he would be able to kill all the devils here without suffering any injuries.
"Attack together."
The remaining devils no longer hesitated and attacked Yang Yifan in unison.
Whoosh!
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yifan's eyes turned red as if he had been possessed. He knew that if he didn't risk his life today, even with the help of the super Fate Plunder, it would be very difficult for him to leave.
He had to end this quickly. The wound on his right hand was still bleeding, and he could not hold on for long.
"Ah."
A Japanese soldier holding a military dagger attacked Yang Yifan from behind.
Swoosh!
What was that?
Seeing Yang Yifan turn around, that fellow's expression changed drastically. Shouldn't this fellow be hiding?
However, he immediately calmed down. Since that was the case, he did not mind stabbing a bloody hole in Yang Yifan's body.
Puff!
He had succeeded!
The Japanese man was delighted.
"Be careful."
Puff!
The smile on his face immediately froze. He lowered his head and saw the fruit knife stabbing into his chest. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Yifan, who had a bloody hole in his shoulder but still had a calm expression. He knew that he had died a fair death.
What was ruthless?
This was it!
Being ruthless to others was nothing, but being ruthless to oneself was truly ruthless.
Whoosh!
Another two Japanese soldiers charged over. One of them was holding a fire axe, and the other was holding a samurai sword. One on the left and one on the right, they completely blocked Yang Yifan's escape route.
"Let's see where you can escape to."
Escape?
The corners of Yang Yifan's mouth curled up slightly as a cold smile appeared on his face. He had never thought of escaping.
The pillaging ability suddenly erupted. The moment the two Japanese attacked, his body moved even faster and dodged. Then, he suddenly pushed his shoulder.
Puff!
Not good. Looking at the samurai sword that pierced Yang Yifan's left shoulder, the ghost was shocked. He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
In just this short moment, Yang Yifan's right foot was raised abruptly like a thick iron rod.
Bang!
Crash!
The sound of an egg breaking could be heard. The Japanese man's eyes widened, and his face twitched non-stop. Then, he fell back, his hands clutching his crotch as he rolled in pain. Blood quickly seeped out, dyeing the ground red.
"Die!"
In an instant, one died and one was seriously injured. The ghost holding the fire axe was completely furious. The loss this time was too great. If he did not cut Yang Yifan into pieces, it would be difficult to appease the hatred in their hearts.
Whoosh!
The heavy fire axe came down.
The ghost's face was filled with malevolence. He didn't believe that Yang Yifan would dare to trade his life for his injuries again. If that was the case, he wouldn't mind splitting Yang Yifan in half.
Clang!
However, he was disappointed. Yang Yifan blocked his axe with a fruit knife.
Yes, he blocked it!
In front of the fire axe, a fruit knife seemed too small. Under normal circumstances, it would have been split into two by the axe. However, it was now blocking the air, making it difficult for the heavy fire axe to cut down, not even a little bit.
"Ah!"
The ghost roared angrily, and all his strength gathered in his hands that were holding the axe tightly. Because he used too much strength, the veins on the back of his hands protruded one by one, like large earthworms, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.
However, he was disappointed.
The axe he was holding still couldn't move an inch forward.
"How is that possible?"
He couldn't take it anymore and shouted. One was thinner than him, one was heavily injured, and the other was a Chinese who had been attacked by them. He couldn't understand why he could still stop him.
However, they did not know what kind of power the Chinese would unleash in a desperate situation.
It was as if they did not understand why someone could block a bullet hole with his flesh and blood. They did not understand why someone could lie in a sea of fire and let the raging fire devour him without moving at all. Could this be explained by science? Could these devils do it?
No!
Because they were not Chinese, and they were not Chinese soldiers!
Buzz!
The fruit knife brushed past the axe, and sparks flew.
Puff!
Warm blood splattered everywhere, and a thump sounded. The fingers of the somewhat dejected ghost were all cut off.
"Get lost."
Bang!
After kicking that guy away, Yang Yifan's entire body was covered in blood. He stood there, his scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings," Who else?”
His voice rang out, but there was no response.
Thump thump!
All the Japanese who were swept by his gaze retreated.
Madman, a complete madman.
Those who were not dead and those who had not had the time to go over to fight were all afraid.
The Japanese were already cruel enough, but compared to this Chinese man, they were simply too kind. This guy was not human at all, but a peerless demon who had walked out of hell.
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