One hand slapped Ye Fan's crossed saber.

"Click!"

The palms and the saber collided, and the sound was not loud, but it was extremely crisp and loud.

The saber shattered and the blades burst into pieces.

Then, Ye Fan's body shook sharply and he fell backwards. His body twisted repeatedly to ease the opponent's strength...

Then, Ye Fan turned over and half knelt on the ground.

A wisp of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Countless Yang people cheered, Ye Fan was injured!

Meichuan Kuzi redirected his body and jumped off the platform, giving the fighting space to the strongest young generation in the two countries.

"Ye Fan, Xiu is sowing the disagreement!"

"I won't take action, I just want you to live a little longer."

Takeda Hideyoshi looked at Ye Fan and smiled contemptuously: "Now you are rushing to die, I will give you a ride!"

"Take it—"

Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then pulled out a saber from his backpack, stood up and looked at Takeda Hideyoshi's smile:
Chapter completed!