Chapter 1031: Destroy the identity

"Everyone knows the rules here, even if we decide the winner, the loss, life and death. If we are not as good as others, don't blame us for being too heavy. Are there anyone here to challenge us?" Muramamachi Ichiki walked up and said with a smile.

For a moment, there was no sound in the field. Muramamachi Ichiki suddenly smiled and said, "Haha, you Chinese people always say that our karate originated from your China. Why are you suddenly turning into a turtle?" Muramachi Ichiki sneered.

"It's not that I won't go forward to challenge, but I'm going to beat a warrior of your level. I feel like I'm losing my identity." As a voice came, Ye Haoxuan appeared on the window in the corridor. He jumped down gently and actually jumped down from the second floor.

He seemed a little light when he landed on the ground. His wishful look made everyone's eyes lit up. He almost thought Ye Haoxuan could do light skills. You know, the second floor was nearly three meters away from the ground, and ordinary people would never jump down like this, but Ye Haoxuan did it. Everyone was excited and finally a decent master emerged.

"You are very skilled, I wonder if you are interested in comparing with our people?" Muramamachi Ichiki's eyes flashed with a strange light. Although the aura on Ye Haoxuan looked ordinary, he obviously felt that this person was not a simple person.

As soon as Muramamachi Ichiki finished speaking, the Japanese who killed a black boxing master in just a few moves just now laughed contemptuously. He put his right hand on his claw and grabbed Ye Haoxuan's throat.

Ye Haoxuan sneered, grabbed his right hand, and grabbed his right hand, and then stumbled lightly, and with a click, the Japanese screamed, and the cold sweat on his forehead instantly flowed down, but the Japanese, who had been inculcated with the Japanese Bushido thought since childhood, was extremely tough, so he turned around and kicked Ye Haoxuan in the chest.

Ye Haoxuan kicked it out casually, and the Japanese screamed, and the blood in his mouth was spurted out like money. His figure flew out more than ten meters and hit the huge character "Wu" heavily, smashing the wooden frame supporting the character "Wu" without any sound.

The rest of the Japanese were shocked and hurried to see their companions, but they saw that their companions' bones were all broken, like a mud, and there was no breath at all.

"Your skills are indeed extraordinary, but you're too ruthless." Muramamachi Ichimu's expression became more and more gloomy.

"The rule here is to determine the outcome and life and death. If you are not as good as others, don't blame me for taking too much action." Ye Haoxuan smiled faintly.

This was what Murama Masaichimu said just now, and Ye Haoxuan returned it to him intact. The slap Murama Masaichimu's face was burning, but he was speechless.

"You won, this is a check of 30 million." Muramamachiki handed over the check with a gloomy expression, and then he said in a deep voice: "Next, please accept my challenge."

"This little money will be burned to your dead companions." Ye Haoxuan smiled faintly, and casually shattered the check and threw it aside.

Muramamachiko's face looked as ugly as pig's liver. Ye Haoxuan slapped him mercilessly and sprinkled some salt on his wound. He said coldly: "I don't know if you should fight."

"What's the winning result when you face the challenge?" Ye Haoxuan said with a faint smile.

"If I lose, you can take 100 million yuan." Muramamachi Ichiki said coldly. He didn't believe that Ye Haoxuan was his opponent.

"Money is just a string of numbers to me. That's it. Since it's a bet, both parties must have a lottery so that it can be fair."

Ye Haoxuan said, stretched out his right hand, and Chen Yu on the second floor immediately understood. He took out the things that Ye Haoxuan had just ordered him to take and threw them to Ye Haoxuan.

Ye Haoxuan pulled away the white cloth wrapped outside, and saw a golden Japanese sword appearing in his hand. The scabbard of the Japanese sword was made of fine steel. The black sword scabbard exuded murderous intent, and the hilt and scabbard were decorated with golden chrysanthemum patterns. The whole knife gave people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

Muramasa's expression changed drastically. He recognized that the knife was passed down by their family in the Japanese Cunzheng. It was a family inheritance given to them by the Emperor in the 19th century. This was discovered by Ye Haoxuan from Tang Rui and caught it. This may be a transaction between the Muramasa and Tang Rui, but Ye Haoxuan is unknown.

"This is a treasure passed down from our Mumasashi family. How could it be with you?" Mumasashi Ichiki shouted in a deep voice.

"I don't know why it is in my hands, but it is indeed in my place." Ye Haoxuan smiled faintly.

"This is a lost treasure from my family. Please give it back to me now." Muramamachi Ikki lowered his head and looked serious.

"Is it your family? Do you have any evidence?" Ye Haoxuan said in surprise.

"In the early 19th century, the Japanese bandits were in chaos. The emperor was trapped during his personal expedition. My ancestor, Masako Murata led a large army to defeat the rebels, so the emperor gave this knife and gave it a title to Cunzheng, which was something that could be traced to the roots of history." Masaki Murata said in a deep voice.

"Is that true? Then you, Japan, have taken countless treasures from our China, and each one can be traced to the root of the problem. Why don't you return them to us?" Ye Haoxuan asked back.

"This..." Muramamachi said in a speech, gritting his teeth: "You can get the conditions, I will satisfy you unconditionally."

"If I lose, I will return this knife with both hands, and I will personally take care of it. But if I win, your village pharmaceutical company will get out of China." Ye Haoxuan shouted in a deep voice.

"Okay... I promise you." Muramamachi Ichimu said gritting his teeth. He turned around and pulled out two Japanese knives from the weapon stand on one side and threw them to Ye Haoxuan.

Ye Haoxuan threw the Cun Zheng Ming Knife aside like a garbage thrown, and then pulled out the Japanese Knife in his hand. This guy seemed to be playing with a knife, but no matter what he played, his strength was only so little that Ye Haoxuan could play him in minutes.

Muramama Ichiki held the knife in both hands, and he stared at Ye Haoxuan with his eyes tightly. Then he shouted loudly and stepped forward a few times, jumped up, and rotated in the air, slashing at Ye Haoxuan with a knife.

Ye Haoxuan held the knife with one hand in his right hand, and the Japanese knife in his hand was mopping the floor. He quickly walked towards Matsui Ichiki Mizuki. He completed two moves in an instant. The moment he raised the knife, he opened Matsui Ichiki's knife, and then cut it on Matsui Ichiki's head when the knife fell.

bite……

The two swords intersected, and Murmasa only felt the tiger's mouth tremble, and the long sword in his hand almost came out. His figure was placed to the side. Before he could react, Ye Haoxuan slashed with another knife.

A long sword was sealed in the hand of the village. Ye Haoxuan slashed his blade firmly. With a huge force, he hit Mutsu Ichiki's body and landed heavily on the ground. Fortunately, he responded quickly. When he was not on the ground, his sword bounced up and landed on the ground with a beautiful spiral, which did not embarrass him to the sky.

"Yes, I didn't fall to the ground." Ye Haoxuan smiled faintly. He held the Japanese knife with one hand and stood there motionless.

Muramamachi Ichiki took a deep breath. It was not until now that he realized that Ye Haoxuan was not as simple as he seemed. He slowly raised the Japanese sword with his right hand, then shouted loudly, rushed forward and picked it up to Ye Haoxuan's chest with a knife.

Ye Haoxuan held a knife in one hand and fought with him. Muramamachi Ichiki's sword was quite fierce, picking, chopping, slashing, and stabbing... Each knife was fierce and skillful, and his movements were very good, and he was a master.

It's just a pity that the person he met was Ye Haoxuan. Ye Haoxuan held a knife in his right hand and seemed to swipe it casually, but invisibly transformed the sharp sword of Ichimori Muramasa. If Ye Haoxuan hadn't wanted to play with him, this kid would have been dismembered by Yidao.

The more Muramama became more and more anxious as he fought, he suddenly shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in front of Ye Haoxuan.

"I can actually know some ninjutsu." Ye Haoxuan sneered, and the Japanese sword in his hand picked and slashed casually to the right.

The place where he started was exactly the ground where Matsui Ichiki appeared. His pick was just on the blade of Matsui Ichiki. Matsui Ichiki felt that the tiger's mouth was shaken, and his body was shocked for a moment. Ye Haoxuan's next chop was loaded with Haoran's true energy. With a ting, the Japanese knife in Matsui Ichiki's hand cracked and only a hilt was left.

The Japanese sword in Ye Haoxuan's hand was pressed against his throat. Muramamachi Ichiki only felt cold and his hands and feet stiff. If Ye Haoxuan took this sword, his life would probably be gone.

"You lose, your village family, get out of China." Ye Haoxuan said lightly.

"Impossible, you kill me." Muramamachi Ichimu said gritting his teeth.

"Kill you?" Ye Haoxuan asked in surprise, "Isn't it popular to seeps in Japan? If you lose, you should have a saphenous apologies."

"You..." Muramamachichiko's face looked extremely ugly.

Most of the people consumed here are rich people from China. Everyone shared their hatred of the enemy and stood up and shouted: "Semetastasis, don't insult the Bushido spirit of your Yamato nation."

"Yes, you must have a septum. Let me see if your so-called Bushido spirit is real."

“Must…supporting septum.”

Muramama Ichimori's face became increasingly ugly. He suddenly snatched the knife from a person's hand, fell to the ground, raised the knife with both hands, and cut it towards his lower abdomen.

This guy actually wants to have a septum... The Japanese have to suffer from septum. The place they cut is not the key, which will cause more pain.

Although septum is very painful, in fact, this kind of pain is also caused by deliberate pain. The person who is septum should use more than one knife to cut his own abdomen. Because it is too terrible to remove internal organs, the method of septum was finally modified, and the person who is septum himself cut a knife.

Muramamachi Ichiki would never scare others with her stomach. He really wanted to cut it. Just as this guy was about to cut his lower abdomen, a caltrop appeared out of thin air, and it swung on the Japanese knife in Muramachi Ichiki's hand. He loosened his hand and the Japanese knife in his hand fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!