The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1107 Tang Sect Tomb Guard

The first thousand and 110 chapters Tang gate tomb guard

"Kill, kill, kill me!"

"Kill them all and capture Song Hongyan alive!"

Hearing the tone in Song Hongyan's mouth and seeing her calmness, Jiro Yamamoto's heart skipped a beat.

He shook his samurai sword and roared, "Kill!"

Jiro Yamamoto felt that something was wrong, but now there was no way out.

They are exposed.

If Song Hongyan is not arrested now, Ye Tang will be chasing him at dawn.

With Ye Tang's strength in Baocheng, let alone attacking Ye Fan, he would have no chance to escape from Baocheng.

Moreover, Song Hongyan was within reach, her graceful figure and exquisite face, like poison, made his blood boil and evil clustered.

This made Yamamoto Jiro make a decision, whether there was an ambush or not, he would die to the end.

At the same time, he is confident to take advantage of the chaos to take down Song Hongyan.

Shocked by Jiro Yamamoto, the eight Sakura Killers screamed.

While charging with Yamamoto Jiro, they raised their samurai swords high and fought.

Sakura Killer also had blazing eyes: "Kill, kill, kill!"

It's just that the expected life and death did not happen.

When Song's bodyguard stepped back to protect Song Hongyan, an old woman with white hair came flying from the kitchen.

The old woman was thin and white-haired, but her face was very delicate and her hands were extremely fair, which could be described as childlike and white-haired.

As soon as she stood up, an extremely strong smell of blood suddenly rose into the sky.

There was a flash of panic in the eyes of the eight charging Sakura killers. They not only stopped uncontrollably, but also wanted to turn around and run away.

"Whoosh!"

Before the eight Sakura Killers could react, the white-haired old woman had already appeared in front of them like a phantom.

A Sakura Killer roared and slashed at her viciously.

"Dangdangdang!"

The white-haired old woman didn't dodge at all, and with a wrong hand, like steel hands, she broke the samurai sword into three pieces.

Then lightly punch.

"puff!"

As if being crushed by a [-]-ton hydraulic machine, Sakura Killer's head exploded into a cloud of blood.

The other seven killers were shocked when they saw this, and they retreated subconsciously.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

There was an indifferent but extremely fast movement, and the white-haired old woman threw out eight punches, blowing the heads of all eight killers off.

Not only was it fierce and domineering, but it was also very fast. Let alone resisting it, the eight killers had no chance to turn around and run away.

In the blink of an eye, there were eight more headless corpses in the hall.

Murder!

Unilateral and inhumane massacre.

A bright red circle was formed on the ground within a radius of five meters.

The ground was full of blood.

The white-haired old woman stood proudly in the center of the circle, staring at Jiro Yamamoto who stopped like a god of death.

Everything returned to silence.

"you you……"

Jiro Yamamoto looked at the white-haired old woman with glaring eyes and shouted:

"who are you?"

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, Jiro Yamamoto was both angry and shocked, and he didn't even care about the mask falling off his face.

He originally thought that Song Hongyan was vulnerable, and that ambush from all sides would not make much sense, after all, Song's bodyguards were not at the same level as Sakura Killer.

The Cherry Blossom Killers he brought tonight are all Xiaocheng in the Profound Realm at the lowest level.

Unexpectedly, the eight people joined forces to charge, but they were punched by the white-haired old woman one by one, and their heads were blown off, and they died miserably.

This white-haired old woman is too scary.

Faced with Yamamoto Jiro's questioning, the white-haired old woman did not respond, but stood there with lowered eyelids, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Yamamoto Jiro.

At the same time, there was another sound of footsteps outside.

The dozen or so cherry blossom killers who surrounded the villa were also thrown in, and all of them were blocked with a sword and lost their vitality.

Then, eight Song bodyguards blocked the gate with shields and pointed at Jiro Yamamoto with guns in their hands.

Dugu Shang didn't come in, but he also blocked the main road.

The tide is gone.

It's just that compared to the despair in his eyes, Jiro Yamamoto wanted to know the origin of the white-haired old woman: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that you, Yamamoto, came to attack me."

Song Hongyan still didn't care about the blood in the hall, and continued to work leisurely in the kitchen: "I'm afraid the Yangguo Wumeng needs to give me an explanation."

Hearing the words, Jiro Yamamoto's mouth was twitching, and then he touched his cheek and found that the mask had fallen off, but he didn't care so much after the matter was over:

"All my actions tonight have nothing to do with the Yangguo Wumeng. I want to avenge my old friend Chiba Zhenxiong."

Then he sneered again: "Song Hongyan, this old man really underestimated you. Not only did I lead someone to attack you tonight, but you also invited such a powerful expert to sit in charge."

In his eyes, Song Hongyan is a businessman. He may have amazing contacts in business, but he is definitely not good at fighting.

Looking at it now, he was wrong.

"I'm not a fortune teller, of course I wouldn't know you attacked tonight."

Song Hongyan maintained a calm smile: "It's just that I know that I will be in trouble these days, so I arranged a little more protection."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I've been waiting in Baocheng for so long, but what I've been waiting for is not you, but people from Yejincheng."

"I have come to Baocheng all the time, so I must save some hearts for my man."

"It's a pity that I didn't wait for the people sent by the Ye family. Instead, you idiots delivered it to my door."

She raised her head and glanced at Jiro Yamamoto, with a look of regret on her pretty face, as if she was not very satisfied with the big fish tonight.

Then, she put the finished buns into the steamer, wondering if she should get some corn juice for Ye Fan.

"Are you waiting for Ye Forbidden City?"

Jiro Yamamoto's face changed slightly: "Your trap is waiting for the Ye family?"

Song Hongyan smiled: "You, Jiro Yamamoto, are not worthy of me using Granny Zhuang."

"Stupid mother-in-law?"

Jiro Yamamoto's eyelids twitched.

He felt as if he had heard this name before, and the cold aura on his body was similar to that of the seven elders of Tianshe.

"Okay, it's almost dawn, and I'm going to have breakfast with Ye Fan."

Song Hongyan sighed quietly: "You can go on the road now."

Jiro Yamamoto tensed his nerves instantly and shouted: "You want to kill this old man? You have to pay for it with your life!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped on the floor, shattering the tiles, and then swept with his left foot, sending countless fragments flying across.

Song's bodyguard instinctively avoided.

The shield was crackled and crackled.

In the dust billowing, Jiro Yamamoto brandished a samurai sword and took advantage of the confusion to rush towards Song Hongyan.

Just when she was on the way, Grandma Zhuang drifted sideways and blocked Jiro Yamamoto's hand.

She also slowly raised her white right hand.

Time of life and death!

"kill--"

Jiro Yamamoto roared, and with a turn of the samurai sword, the light of the sword blazed, and the thunderbolt slashed towards Grandma Zhuang.

"Household Slash!"

This samurai sword has a strange shape, the length of the blade is only ten centimeters, and the handle is fifteen centimeters.

The blade, which was as white as water, shone with a strange brilliance.

Just as he struck midair, Granny Zhuang's white right hand rushed in.

She grabbed the murderous samurai sword and snapped it in two with a click.

Jiro Yamamoto's complexion changed drastically just now and he retreated half a step.

The white-haired old woman waved her right hand, and half of the samurai sword flashed past.

"flutter--"

With a sharp sound, Jiro Yamamoto stopped in his footsteps, his eyes filled with indescribable horror.

Half of the blade pierced his heart.

A stream of bright blood slowly oozes from his chest.

"you……!"

The blood line slowly penetrated, and suddenly spewed out like a waterfall, stimulating the eyes of everyone present.

Jiro Yamamoto was in severe pain all over his body, shaking his body and falling to the ground.

Granny Zhuang didn't make another move, but just stood there watching, still expressionless.

"You are Tang Sect...tomb guard..."

Jiro Yamamoto looked at the stiff mother-in-law and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and after struggling to squeeze out a few words, he tilted his head and died...

(End of this chapter)