Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

There was a shock of silence.

Uemura Koning is a well-known martial arts master and kendo master in Tokyo, even stronger than Uemura Kozawa, but he was beheaded when Zhuo Bufan raised his hand.

While everyone was shocked, they were even more incomparably angry. Almost everyone stared at Zhuo Bufan with red eyes and a strong murderous aura.

"Do you dare to kill Mr. Gang Ning? Let's go together and kill this demon."

Someone yelled, and instantly pulled those who were in shock back, and immediately the remaining nine masters of swordsmanship shot at the same time.

The sword glow swept across.

Clusters of sword flowers bloom.

The fist was as strong as a mountain, and the group unexpectedly attacked at the same time from various tricky angles. Everyone knew that if they fought alone, even Jiro Miyamoto would not be able to defeat Zhuo Bufan, so they chose to attack in groups.

For a moment, the murderous intent permeated Zhuo Bufan, almost within a certain range, the air was crushed into powder by the murderous intent, forming a vacuum.

As for the ordinary people present at the banquet, they had never seen such a formation at all, and they were all frightened and quickly backed away.

Although these upper-class people have some contact with the martial arts world, they only know a little about it. Those who really understand the power of martial arts and have even seen high-powered martial artists fight are very few.

Shi Jian was protecting Ke Ke and Lu Xuanxuan, pulling them out of the battlefield.

"Is he going to be okay?" Lu Xuanxuan stared at Zhuo Bufan in the center of the battlefield with her bright eyes wide open, her pretty face showing worry.

"My son is very powerful, don't worry." Shi Jian smiled slightly, a confident smile appeared on his pretty face.

Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, but two extremely sharp gazes shot out from the slits, a silver light flickered behind him, and a dragon chant resounded through the sky.

A silver sword with a three-foot field was already held in Zhuo Bufan's palm, and the sword god seemed to have a silver dragon dancing indistinctly.

Zhuo Bufan held the silver sword in his hand. At this time, the long swords, swords, and steel fists in the hands of the other nine Japanese warriors were close at hand, and the nine swords were almost solidified into a murderous aura that enveloped Zhuo Bufan.

"Sweep the sky!"

Zhuo Bufan gave a soft shout, shook his wrist, and the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand pulled out a silver light about six feet long in the air. But from the silver line, there is a vast and ancient annihilation atmosphere.

Where the silver line passed, all the air was cut off, and the surrounding air flowed backwards from above the silver line to pull out a barrier-like air curtain.

The nine Japanese martial arts masters all showed panic at the same time, and immediately gathered the slashed true essence in front of them to resist the power of the silver thread.

The silver thread swept across nine Japanese masters, and the nine of them flew upside down like fairies scattered flowers tens of meters away and fell to the ground. But it was directly chopped off by the silver thread, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Defeated nine Japanese martial arts masters with one sword!

"Zhuo Bufan, if you stop now and apologize to my Watanabe family, I can still let you go, otherwise I will kill you here today." Miyamoto Jiro said angrily while holding the black autumn water, trembling all over his body.

After saying a word, the expressions of those Japanese grandmasters who fell on the ground changed.

Zhuo Bufan killed dozens of members of the Watanabe family, and even the heir of the Watanabe family, Watanabe Saki, was beheaded. Miyamoto Jiro still said such words, obviously he was not very sure of defeating his opponent, and was even a little afraid of him .

"You and I have reached this point, is there any way out? If you want to blame, blame you for not knowing what is good and evil, and dare to come and kill me."

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly.

Miyamoto Jiro's face was as gloomy as water, full of anger, but there was some remorse in his heart.

Originally, Zhuo Bufan came to seek revenge on Abe Shiyou, and had nothing to do with the Watanabe family, but Miyamoto Jiro wanted to kill Zhuo Bufan, but he provoked a evil star.

But things have already developed to the middle stage, and there is no turning back.

"Everyone, please give me a helping hand to kill this demon today." Miyamoto Jiro gave a soft drink, raised the black autumn water in his hand, his figure flickered, and rushed towards him as fast as lightning.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc. He was able to defeat Miyamoto Jiro half a month ago, let alone the Ice Emperor Rain Sword has gone one step further now. Jiro Miyamoto holds the black autumn water, picks, stabs, chops, cuts, crosses, wipes, chops, all kinds of kendo techniques are performed smoothly in his hands, as if he is watching a gorgeous art performance, but he Every knife is full of shocking murderous intent, with the martial arts will to kill

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Miyamoto Jiro understood how powerful Zhuo Bufan was, and he hardly had any reservations this time.

Countless black knives swept violently. The wine table and wine bottle were broken in two by the knives.

Miyamoto Jiro walked with the sword, and the sword energy roared out one after another, almost forming a knife gang to protect him in it. Those warriors who were wounded just now also got up and forcibly raised their true energy to besiege Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan had no sadness or joy on his face, he held the Ice Emperor Yujian in his hand, the long sword stabbed out, clusters of sword flowers flickered.

A group of people fought together, and the others had long lost the ability to think, staring at the scene in front of them dumbfounded.

Yi Tianhuai and Yi Bo were extremely worried, they offended Zhuo Bufan just now, if Zhuo Bufan killed Miyamoto Jiro and others, would he come to trouble them.

"We must kill this guy." Yi Bo muttered to himself.

After fighting for a minute, the scope of the fight became bigger and bigger, and everyone around them also retreated to a hundred meters away. The entire banquet center was destroyed by the violent sword energy and sword glow.

But the more they fought, the more frightened they became, because they couldn't occupy the upper peak at all, instead they were being beaten by Zhuo Bufan all the time, and they even felt that Zhuo Bufan hadn't used all his strength yet.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, blocked Jiro Miyamoto's attack with the Ice Emperor Yujian in his hand, turned around and chopped a kendo master who was attacking from behind in half with his sword.

Zhuo Bufan also didn't want to waste time with them, so he made quicker and sharper moves. Except for Miyamoto Jiro who was qualified to fight him, the rest of the sword sects were just trash.

"the second."

"The third."

"the fourth."

The Ice Emperor Yujian was like a god of death harvesting life, a silver light flashed, and a master of swordsmanship fell.

At the end of the fight, Miyamoto Jiro was the only one left in the field.

Miyamoto Jiro looked at the dead Jianzong, squeezed the hilt of the knife hard, and made the sound of bones colliding, his eyes had turned blood red.

"Zhuo Bufan, you forced me. Today you will definitely die." Miyamoto Jiro said, suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed the blood on the black autumn water. The mist slowly rose from the blade. "Huh." Zhuo Bufan stood holding the sword, also showing a trace of doubt, Miyamoto Jiro's real energy was rising rapidly.