The black sword poured out like a storm.

Less than thirty minutes.

The fight stopped.

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

All sixty-three Yang Kingdom warriors fell to the ground.

Nothing will last forever!

Zheng Siyue and six Zheng family bodyguards were stunned.

They originally thought that Dugu Shang would be chopped into meat sauce by the Yang people, after all, the Aoki family even brought out ninjas.

But unexpectedly, Dugu Shang had nothing to do, but many people in Yang died.

Taro Aoki was also shocked.

Sixty-three elite soldiers, why can’t even kill Dugu Shang?

Then, he roared at the night sky:

"Die, die, you all want to die!"

His fist sank, and with a click, his clothes cracked, and he then grabbed the samurai sword.

"Ye Fan, you all die tonight!"

Dugu Shang looked at Aoki Saburo and took one step forward.

The murderous intent is irritating.

"Swoosh swish swish--"

Taro Aoki stepped on his feet, and dozens of silver needles shot from the tip of his shoe to Dugu Shang.

Dugu Shang flashed, and the black sword swung, and the silver needle was shot down to the ground.

"Swoosh--"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Taro Aoki moved his footsteps and did not attack Dugu Shang, but went to Canglang.

He wanted to slaughter the living with one knife.

He had called the police and as long as Canglang died, the police arrived, and with Zheng Siyue's testimony, Ye Fan would undoubtedly die.

Otherwise, not only will the companion and brother die in the air tonight, but the relationship between Aoki and the Zheng family will also be in a stalemate.

"The son is not taught—"

Just as he swung his knife, Ye Fan shook his head gently and bounced his body.

He looked very thin and could blow down a gust of wind, but when he took action, Taro Aoki could not resist it.

The first palm was slapped, and Taro Aoki's samurai sword was broken halfway.

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

The third palm was slapped out, and Taro Aoki, who was about to silence, was shocked and retreated.

He could end his life in just one second, but he did not dare to take this little risk.

Taro Aoki believed that if he retreated one second later, Ye Fan would definitely slap his head.

When Taro Aoki subconsciously stepped back, Ye Fan took a few steps against 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 is very skilled, but he still can't escape Ye Fan's hand after retreating.

He had no choice but to block half of the samurai sword.

He only hopes to stop the previous one.

Ye Fan stretched his arm, walked around the samurai sword with his palm, and slapped Taro Aoki's chest.

Zheng Siyue and the others saw Ye Fan being soft and seemed to have not eaten, but Taro Aoki was beaten by him, and blood squirted and fell into the air.

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

Zheng Siyue pointed at Canglang and shrank back.

Ye Fan looked at Aoki Saburo and said lightly:

"You lost."

The three simple words make Taro Aoki unable to express despair.

Before he saw Ye Fan, he tried his best to overestimate Ye Fan's strength and believed that he could fight. Now he realized that Ye Fan could beat him with one hand.

But he still did not bow his head: "I am an envoy of Yang Kingdom and come to Shenzhou. You kill me and try..."

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

Zheng Siyue's delicate body trembled and she kept dialing with her cell phone.

"Stop! Stop!"

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

More than a dozen Yangguo men and women appeared with samurai swords, carrying a pressure different from Aoki Taro.

Then, a white-haired and powerful kimono old man strode forward.

Dugu Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, held the black sword's hand, and tightened three points.

"dad."

"Mr. Aoki."

As soon as the old man in kimono appeared, Taro Aoki and Zheng Siyue spoke together, and the joy of being rescued appeared on his face.

Obviously the old man is Aokido Temple, a silver medal doctor, a poison expert, and a master of Xuan Realm.

Zheng Siyue was still thinking that if Aokido Temple could kill Ye Fan, then things would be perfect tonight.

Aokidoji ignored his son and the others' shouting, but looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes.

He finally saw the enemies of the Aoki family up close and the enemies of the Blood Medical Sect, but he knew that he was furious at this moment.

The son was pinched like a dog by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan greeted the other party's gaze calmly, without any surprise or fear, only a faint indifference.

"Young man, put down Taro Aoki."

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

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

Aokido Temple showed his identity to Ye Fan:

"I am Aokidoji Temple!"

"A word is like a catastrophe!"

"Please give me some face!"

"Let Taro Aoki!"

"face?"

Ye Fan cut off Aoki Taro's neck with a crack:
Chapter completed!