Chapter 875: Just One Knife

Yanagawa Weiyang stared at Ye Tianlong like a cat staring at a mouse, and his voice sank:

"You brought people here to find trouble with me, just like a group of mice going wild in front of a cat, that is to destroy yourself."

The hardships of youth, the madness of youth, the tempering of icebergs and deep snow, the dyeing of countless blood, Yanagawa Weiyang has his own pride.

If one knife can't kill Ye Tianlong, then two knives.

He hasn't made a move until now, and he is still talking nonsense with Ye Tianlong slowly. In addition to not being able to find a gap to attack Ye Tianlong, he also needs to use the death of his companions to stimulate his hatred and make his fighting spirit more vigorous.

In this way, once he makes a move, he will be invincible...

The bloody night of that year was when he asked people to abuse his already miserable sister, which aroused his greatest hatred and bloodbathed the entire gang.

It was also that night that Yanagawa Weiyang broke through again. He hoped to re-enact it tonight. As for the dead companions, they would be martyrs.

He slowly raised the Raikiri: "Ye Tianlong, I can assure you that you will all die, one by one."

Ye Tianlong smiled without comment: "Really? But didn't you hear outside that your men are killing my brothers one by one?"

He blew the hot water gently, and kept turning the cup to let his fingers feel more heat: "If you can't hear clearly, you can open the window to listen carefully."

The screams became less and less, but the feeling became clearer and clearer, as if within reach, which meant that the dinosaur and Han Qinhu were about to meet.

Yanagawa Weiyang laughed: "As long as I'm alive, you all lose."

Killing one is killing, killing a hundred is also killing.

Ye Tianlong shrugged: "You'd better understand one thing."

Yanagawa Weiyang showed a hint of interest: "What's the matter?"

Ye Tianlong said lightly: "I came here to kill you."

Yanagawa Weiyang revealed a hint of joking: "Do you think you can kill me?"

Ye Tianlong put down the hot cup in his hand: "I can't, it can."

He flipped his hand, and the knife was in his hand, a three-inch long red dot.

Liuchuan Weiyang looked at the knife, and his pupils immediately contracted: "Killing without blood, a little red on the tip of the knife?"

This was the first time he saw this knife, but before coming, he was familiar with Ye Tianlong's information and found that Wolverine and Death were afraid of Ye Tianlong:

That is a little red.

Death once told him that Ye Tianlong was cunning by nature, with extraordinary martial arts talent, and a little red was his killer.

His skills were only above the eighth rank, but if he took out a little red in his hand, he would be fighting in a fair environment, which was enough to deal with the ninth rank strongmen in the world.

This was also the reason why Death never dared to fight Ye Tianlong to the death in the battle in the jungle of Beijing.

Liuchuan Weiyang secretly thought that Death was exaggerating, but now seeing Ye Tianlong holding a little red, his face changed uncontrollably.

Because at this moment, Ye Tianlong's momentum was completely different, fading away frivolity, dispersing pride, only unfathomable depth.

Yanagawa Weiyang stared at Ye Tianlong's knife and asked word by word: "Never miss a target?"

"Yes."

Ye Tianlong was as calm as the sea, his eyes gradually deepened: "Muto Sachiko also died under this knife."

Yanagawa Weiyang's mouth twitched: "Do you think I am that waste that Muto Sachiko?"

Ye Tianlong replied calmly: "Muto Sachiko is indeed a waste, but didn't Wolverine tell you in your dream? He also died at a red dot."

Yanagawa Weiyang snorted heavily: "You can fool the ignorant, but you can't scare me." He straightened his chest and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I remember that when you were attacked by Muto Sachiko, you were already seriously injured. Although it has been a week, your injuries have only healed 30% at most."

"And it has rained in the West Lake these two days, and the weather is a bit cold. For a knife thrower, the temperature will affect the stability of the hand and the accuracy of the knife."

He stared at Ye Tianlong, and his momentum was ready to go. As long as Ye Tianlong hesitated and his mind had a gap, he would strike with thunder.

Ye Tianlong nodded: "It does have some effect, so I just poured a cup of hot water to warm my hands and adjust them to the best condition."

"You have waited so long and still haven't made a move? Your people are almost dead, and you won't even have a chance to make a move by then."

His smile instantly blossomed like a flower: "You lost another chess game."

The psychological impact continued, and Yanagawa Weiyang's face changed, and then he roared:

"Baga!"

This roar, Yanagawa Weiyang used a lot of guilt, the sound covered the thunder, shaking the earth, as if the whole hall was shaking.

He wanted to use this to disturb Ye Tianlong's mind and panic the little red in his hand.

In the roar, Yanagawa Weiyang's face also became distorted, and the pair of originally dark and deep eyes were even more blood red.

A surge of hostility surged out, like the gaze of a beast, which was chilling.

Murderous aura!

The murderous aura accumulated by countless blood completely enveloped Yanagawa Weiyang, and the smooth floor tiles of the hall reflected his bright red face and pupils.

"Swoosh!"

The next second, he had already risen and rushed towards Ye Tianlong, and the Raikiri also came out of its sheath with a clang, filling the room with cold light.

This Raikiri is not only a good knife for killing people, but also an invincible force.

"Boom!"

The lightning flashed outside and the thunder sounded, making Liuchuan Weiyang more imposing, like a madman, the legend of the thunder-slashing seemed to be staged again:

"Kill!"

Tian Mo and Canshou also paused slightly.

"Swoosh!"

A flash of red light!

Yanagawa Mio's body suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then fell like a bird with broken wings, and Raikiri fell with a bang.

He did not shout or struggle, but suddenly, like cooked noodles, he fell to the ground with a sway.

There was a knife on his throat.

A little red!

Yanagawa Mio's eyes were full of frustration and anger. He stared at Ye Tianlong, and his mouth twitched constantly, full of fear, suspicion and disbelief...

He seemed to die and would never believe that a little red would pierce his throat.

His lips were still moving, and his throat was "gurgling". Although he couldn't speak, everyone knew that he was ten thousand unconvinced.

His breath was running down, and his body was exhausted!

"Huh!"

Ye Tianlong jumped forward, caught Raikiri, swung violently, the knife flashed, and the head fell! !

With a knife, Yanagawa Mio's head was instantly separated from his body, and the hot blood sprayed out like a fountain, forming a blood column in the air!

The genius of Japanese martial arts died just like that!

Shanmu, who ran over, happened to see this scene. His whole body was stiff, and he was indescribably shocked and desperate. The powerful Yanagawa Mio was really dead.

Yanagawa Mio's head rolled in front of him. Shanmu's body softened, and he knelt on the ground spinelessly, sweating profusely.

He looked at Ye Tianlong again, absolutely afraid.

"Boom--"

The lightning went out, the thunder faded away, and the hall returned to dead silence, as if nothing had happened...

"It's midnight, Yanagawa is dead."

Ye Tianlong pulled back a little red: "But this is just the beginning..."