Chapter 1253: The Dragon King Sword is Unsheathed
Today, they can open their eyes.
In this life, I will die without regrets.
Ye Wudao walked towards Yamano Ichiro.
The long sword dragged on the ground, bursting out a series of flames and making a whistling sound.
Yamano Ichiro's heart was beating wildly: "Stop, don't take another step forward!"
"Otherwise, I will really throw your daughter down."
Ye Wudao did not slow down.
Damn!
Yamano Ichiro almost collapsed: "You fucking forced me to do it, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As he said, Yamano Ichiro walked to the edge of the roof and wanted to throw Ye Nianjun down.
At the same time, Ye Wudao moved.
His figure swayed, and he appeared in front of Yamano Ichiro in the blink of an eye.
He raised the long sword in his hand high and dropped it heavily.
Puff!
With a muffled sound, Yamano Ichiro's arms were cut off at the waist,
and the broken limbs fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
Ye Wudao took advantage of the situation to hold Ye Nianjun in his arms, using his broad chest to block her sight.
"Junjun, close your eyes."
Ye Nianjun closed his eyes obediently, his face pressed against Ye Wudao's chest.
Yamano Ichiro looked at the broken arm on the left, then at the broken arm on the right,
and finally came back to his senses.
His arms were cut off!
He is a cripple!
Ahhhhhh!
The heart-wrenching roar resounded through the world. ŴŴŴ.
"Kill him, kill him for me!" Yamano Ichiro squatted in a pool of blood, roaring.
The faces of the four ninja gods changed again and again.
The speed of the God Marshal was lightning fast,
The means of the God Marshal were cruel and vicious,
The strength of the God Marshal was really well-deserved!
The four people felt a little guilty,
They believed that their strength was not as good as the God Marshal.
But, they could not surrender without a fight.
This seriously violated the spirit of ninja.
Moreover, the island country would not let their families go, and would exterminate the nine clans!
Although the four war gods knew they were no match for them, they still attacked Ye Wudao.
Ye Wudao was not in a hurry and responded calmly.
He stood still, holding Ye Nianjun in one hand and holding the Dragon King Sword in the other, seemingly casually swinging it 360 degrees.
The Dragon King Sword produced a series of visible blade lights.
The blade light lightly brushed the necks of the four ninja gods, leaving very shallow scratches on their necks.
The four ninja gods stopped in their tracks, their faces twisted, and their pupils dilated.
Then, the shallow scratches on their necks suddenly expanded, gushing out a lot of blood.
The four war gods fell in a pool of blood, and they were no longer breathing.
Ye Wudao held Ye Nianjun and walked down the roof.
After a moment of silence, the crowd
broke out into cheers that shook the world.
Strong!
God, too powerful.
He used only one move to destroy the four war gods.
He is a well-deserved legend of Daxia, the people's faith!
Ye Wudao went downstairs, and Tan Lang hurried up: "Brother, how do you feel?"
Ye Wudao was about to speak,
but his abdomen suddenly churned.
He quickly stuffed Ye Nianjun into Tan Lang's arms, and then rushed into the bathroom.
Puff!
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, his face pale.
In the previous battle, Ye Wudao seemed to be in glory,
but in fact, he had damaged his foundation before he burst out with peak strength.
Now, his foundation has been damaged more seriously, and his strength is less than half of his peak.
It may even be permanently irreparable.
In a building opposite,
a man in black was holding a telescope and observing Ye Wudao.
Seeing Ye Wudao running into the bathroom and vomiting blood, the Black Council was happy.
God Marshal, he was injured so seriously!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack Daxia.
He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call: "Old Imperial Master, good news."
Ye Wudao adjusted his state and walked out of the bathroom.
At this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary person.
