Chapter 514 No One Can Stop It

Ye Tianlong had already grabbed a samurai sword and shouted to the Japanese who surrounded him: "Three, two, one..."

Feeling Ye Tianlong's gradually fierce killing intent, the Japanese who were blocking him began to breathe rapidly, and their hands holding the swords tightened invisibly.

But they did not give way, but roared and attacked: "Kill!"

The middle-aged man in front suddenly jumped up, like a black hurricane, and appeared in front of Ye Tianlong in an instant.

"Swoosh!"

He slashed down with a knife, and the powerful force shook the air and smashed the air.

Many people felt that Ye Tianlong would definitely die.

It's just that the middle-aged man is strong, and Ye Tianlong is stronger!

Until the middle-aged man's knife that could split the stars and the moon fell from Ye Tianlong's head with a whistling sound, Ye Tianlong raised his head coldly.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong obviously did not move, but everyone felt like a fierce dragon rushed out of his body.

Flying dragon in the sky

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's body flew out directly, and there were crackling noises on his body while he was in the air.

There was a deep knife scar on his chest that could be seen to the bone.

The middle-aged man fell out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and he raised his head with difficulty.

Then, his head tilted, and his life was extinguished.

"Wow!"

Seeing Ye Tianlong so brave, the others couldn't help but exclaimed, but before the exclamation fell, Ye Tianlong had already rushed up with a knife.

Looked like a madman!

The two sides collided fiercely, and the first encounter with the Japanese lost five people.

Ye Tianlong dodged a samurai sword that was chopped in front of him, twisted his hand, and instantly snatched the samurai sword and swept it away.

"Puff!"

A knife hit the opponent's neck.

Blood spurted, warm, bright red!

Ye Tianlong swept hard.

A bloody head flew up instantly and landed in the crowd. It was stepped on by the others in an instant, and the body was kicked to the ground.

Abnormally brutal, kind? Sympathy? Compassion? To Ye Tianlong, it was too ridiculous.

He had already warned Wolverine, but the other party dared to set up a trap, so it was no wonder that he went on a killing spree.

Ye Tianlong, with two swords in hand, had no expression on his face. His eyes, which usually had a smile, were red as blood. The blades were fascinating and blood was splashed.

He looked ferocious and terrifying.

Halfway through the killing, Ye Tianlong threw away the samurai sword with a rolled blade and directly lifted up an enemy weighing more than 100 pounds, switching hands alternately.

He used the latter as a weapon and swung it forward. The force was fierce and the lethality was huge. He knocked down eight or nine opponents one after another.

Crazy!

Gaoqiao and Qian Xiuxiu retreated four or five meters in panic, and made a judgment about Ye Tianlong in their hearts.

One, two, three, ten, twenty...

The Japanese who besieged Ye Tianlong fell one by one, and the blood on the ground became thicker and thicker.

Ye Tianlong was also covered in blood, and there were more than ten wounds, but these did not affect him at all, and he continued to charge all the way.

After killing most of the opponents, Ye Tianlong lowered his body slightly, grabbed a knife, stepped forward, and without looking back, he held the knife in his backhand.

He stabbed it hard into the abdomen of the attacker behind him.

With a twist, the blade cut through the opponent's flesh and flesh, and the feeling of crushing the opponent's internal organs came immediately, and Ye Tianlong's face had an unspeakable heat.

The blood was dazzling.

The whole hall was already full of corpses and blood, and many people fell to the ground and could never get up again.

Ye Tianlong ignored it and had no time to visit. In this situation, the dead, dead, have no right to be treated well and valued.

More than 40 Japanese were all killed by Ye Tianlong, and Gaoqiao and Qian Xiuxiu were left at the scene.

"Swoosh!"

Qian Xiuxiu's face changed drastically. She supported Gaoqiao and was about to leave. Ye Tianlong kicked out a dart.

The dart hit Qian Xiuxiu's thigh accurately. The latter staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Qian Xiuxiu gasped, bit her tongue, and tried her best to endure the pain. She shouted to Gaoqiao: "Master Gaoqiao, go quickly."

Ye Tianlong stepped forward expressionlessly, and Qian Xiuxiu swung a dagger unruly.

"Dang!"

Ye Tianlong blocked with his backhand and knocked the dagger away. Then the blade turned and sank into Qian Xiuxiu's neck.

"Chiu!"

Blood suddenly spurted out like a fountain. Qian Xiuxiu's face quickly turned pale. She died without even a scream.

Until her death, she was a little dazed. Was this butcher Minister Ye who took advantage of her?

It's a pity that she will never know the answer again.

"Ah——"

Takahashi rolled and crawled to escape more than ten meters, and was about to go down the stairs when Ye Tianlong stabbed him in the thigh.

He just struggled to get up, and saw Ye Tianlong standing in front of him, and hurriedly shouted:

"I am the executive vice president of Sanyo Pharmacy, and I am the third heir of the Takahashi family. If you kill me, you will be in big trouble..."

Ye Tianlong grasped the handle of the samurai sword: "Tell me, where will Wolverine go?"

Although he has the trump card of the yellow bird, Ye Tianlong still has to add an insurance.

Takahashi groaned and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "I don't know!"

Ye Tianlong's hand pressed three points of force, and the samurai sword immediately pierced through Takahashi's leg: "For the last time, where will Wolverine go?"

"Pier 6, Pier 6, there is a ship there."

Takahashi screamed miserably, worried that Ye Tianlong would torture him again, and hurriedly confessed: "A cargo ship that can leave Mingjiang at any time."

"Thank you!"

Ye Tianlong let go of the samurai sword, and when Gaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Tianlong put his hands on his head, twisted it suddenly, and with a click, Gaoqiao died.

Gaoqiao fell to the ground with a bang, and died with his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe that Ye Tianlong dared to kill him.

Ye Tianlong pulled a tablecloth, wiped the marks on the samurai sword, and then threw it on the ground.

At this time, Han Qinhu appeared on the second floor with more than ten people. There was a trace of blood on their bodies. Seeing the corpses and blood on the ground, they were all stunned.

They had seen many bloody scenes, but they had never seen such a cruel and tragic scene, fragmented, like hell on earth.

Han Qinhu whispered to Zhao Feng'er, then ran to Ye Tianlong: "Brother, all the people downstairs have been cleared, and the surveillance has been cleaned."

"I have also closed the door, and arranged for my brothers to watch outside."

"Hurry down and go downstairs. Zhao Feng'er will give you a set of clothes. Leave this place to us. We must clean up the mess."

Although Gaoqiao and others deserved death, they were also people of status, and it was a bit tricky to deal with them. Ye Tianlong must be cleared first.

Han Qinhu glanced at the hall and felt a little dry in his mouth. He didn't expect that Ye Tianlong was so crazy and so fierce.

He was glad again in his heart that he was his big brother. If he was his enemy, he would have lost his head.

Ye Tianlong nodded, then tore off his coat and started walking downstairs. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and typed:

"Eight Liang Jin, Eagle, use all means to stop all ships from leaving the port."

Ye Tianlong said lightly: "Today, one of me and Wolverine must die."