It’s almost holy!”

"you!!!"

Hearing these words, Minamoto Musashi was furious, as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot, and was so angry that he could not speak for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan turned around again, scanned the bodies of the Japanese warriors who were watching the battle one by one, and said proudly: "You Japanese barbarians do not distinguish between right and wrong, right from wrong, what is the difference between you and uncivilized beasts?"

…

"boom!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.

The four Chinese Supreme Talents secretly applauded in their hearts and were impressed by Ye Fan's charisma.

But more Japanese warriors, their eyes were about to burst, and they were furious, wishing to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

"How presumptuous! A Chinese brat dares to comment on the swordsmanship of our great Japanese empire. Who gave you the courage!"

"Lord Sword Master, kill him quickly and then throw his body to the public!"

"Hmph... This kid only dares to show off his words. If we really want to fight, he will definitely not be the opponent of the Sword Master!"

At this time, Minamoto Musashi also calmed down and looked straight at Ye Fan. His deep eyes were full of Wannian Xuanbing, without any emotions that humans should have. He said: "Ye Beichen, since you are looking for death, then I will

Let me help you!"

"It's still unclear who will win!" Ye Fan said, with an aura of scorning the world and being arrogant, and continued:

"One day the dragon will gain access to water, and it will turn the Yangtze River back!"

"One day the tiger returns to the mountain, and half the sky will be stained with blood!"

"One day the east mountain will rise, and the great roc will spread its wings and hate the sky!"
Chapter completed!