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

Chapter 622
Chapter 620: Using Medicine as a Weapon
"boom!"

When Taro Aoki fell down, blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, stained Ye Fan's clothes, and sprinkled all over the ground around his body.

The blood is as bright as agate in the lights of the mourning hall.

It's just that Aoki Taro is destined not to see that poignant beauty.

He didn't want to die, but he lost his life after all.

He guessed the beginning, the process, but not the ending.

He is the heir of the Aoki family, the backbone of the Blood Medicine Sect, and the bitter master of Aoki Saburo, and he even wears the identity of an envoy of the Yang Kingdom.

In Aoki Taro's view, this is his own gold medal for avoiding death.

No matter what crimes he commits, the end will not be death, not to mention that his wise and mighty father also came to the scene.

Death is too far away from him.

But Aoki Taro never thought that Ye Fan pinched his own neck without fear.

Do not look down.

"Mr. Aoki!"

"Taro!"

When Aoki Taro swayed and fell to the ground, everyone present also reacted and let out screams.

Qingmu Daosi also had red eyes: "Taro!"

He can be regarded as a hero, even after many years of ups and downs, but seeing his son die in front of him, his emotions are still out of control.

Like his son, he didn't expect that Ye Fan still didn't show face and killed his son directly after he revealed his identity.

The shock, the sadness, and the anger made his blood burn.

More than a dozen Yang people also roared, causing the scene to become chaotic again.

Dugu Shang took a step forward, raising his sword to protect Ye Fan.

Zheng Siyue and others retreated into the mourning hall subconsciously, worried that the bloody battle between the two sides would affect them, but no one dared to point a gun at Ye Fan again.

Zheng Siyue also muttered to herself: "Crazy, crazy, this is a crazy..."

"Bag, Bag!"

"Ye Fan, you killed my son, I want your life, I want your life!"

Aoki Daoji grabbed a samurai sword and was about to charge forward.

"Your son is just humiliating himself!"

Ye Fan also raised a knife and held it in his hand:

"However, if you are not convinced, I will give you a chance for revenge."

"It's not about winning or losing, it's about life and death!"

He made a knife pose.

Killing the other party's two sons and beheading a daughter, the deep hatred has been forged, and Ye Fan doesn't mind cutting the roots.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay with you tonight."

Qingmu Taoist flashed his left hand, more than a dozen silver needles appeared, and then pierced into his body.

ka ka ka-

With the piercing of the silver needle, Ye Fan and the others clearly heard the sound of bones.

Then, I saw that the size of Qingmu Taoist Temple expanded a circle.

Regardless of his hands and feet, or his waist and neck, he was a little bigger and looked thicker.

What made Ye Fan squint his eyes the most was that the white hair of Qingmu Taoist Temple became even whiter, and the original black at the root turned white in an instant.

But the fighting spirit on his body rose instead of falling, rising steadily.

Qingmu Taoist Temple seemed to be a different person.

An indescribable coercion came to Ye Fan.

"Using medicine to fight?"

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched: "I didn't expect you to do this trick."

"kill--"

Aoki Daoji didn't talk nonsense, grabbed the samurai sword and rushed towards Ye Fan.

More than a dozen Qingmu masters also roared and charged, Dugu Shang did not retreat but went forward to meet it.

There was a fight again at the scene.

Zheng Siyue wanted to run away, but her way out was blocked, so she could only continue to call for help.

At this moment, the Cyanwood Taoist Temple has narrowed the distance.

"Whoosh—"

I saw a flash of the samurai sword, and I couldn't even see the shape of the sword clearly. The sword had already struck Ye Fan's face.

Ye Fan raised his weapon and waved it, blocking the thunderous blow from Qingmu Taoist Temple.

"when--"

The two knives collided and made a harsh sound.

Then the two of them took three steps back.

Ye Fan's tiger's mouth was in severe pain, his blood was rolling, and the samurai sword broke with a bang, leaving only half of it.

"Damn, this old man, the power is too scary, right?"

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched endlessly: "It seems that those silver needles are very useful."

It was just that the thought disappeared in a flash, Ye Fan was not afraid at all, with a fierce fighting spirit, and launched the attack first.

The half-cut knife became more and more brilliant, the knife tore through Night Breeze, and cut it in the air.

"when--"

Aoki Daoji had no expression on his face, he waved his samurai sword, and confronted Ye Fan head-on.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Ye Fan struck out eighteen knives in one breath, and the knives were sharp, cutting out traces one after another.

Gods block and kill gods, ghosts block and kill ghosts.

But Qingmu Taoist Temple didn't feel dignified at all. The samurai sword could always block Ye Fan's attack, making the night sky resound with the sound of metal collisions.

"when!"

When Ye Fan made eighteen swords, Qingmu Daosi shook his right hand and returned a sword.

Following the slash of Qingmu Taoist Temple, the whole air seemed to tremble, appearing extremely domineering.

" when!"

Ye Fan raised the knife to block it.

The horror of this knife cannot be described in words. In Ye Fan's eyes, only the sharpness of a samurai sword remains.

It not only shook the night sky, but also shook Ye Fan's heart. Before the blade stopped, the terrifying power was deeply instilled in Ye Fan's heart.

Zheng Siyue retreated subconsciously again.

" when--"

With a loud noise, Ye Fan's body was shaken, and the blade was slashed by the samurai sword of Qingmu Dao Temple, and the brute force poured in, hitting Ye Fan with a bang.

Ye Fan lost his footsteps and flew backwards.

After five or six meters, Ye Fan twisted his body before falling to a halt with both feet on the ground.

Blood rolling.

The half-cut knife cracked again.

"The strength of the terrain?"

Surprise flashed across Ye Fan's face:
"Qingmu, you actually use silver needles to forcibly break through the realm? Forcibly breaking yourself from the peak of the profound realm to the realm of the realm?"

"It seems that you really hate me, otherwise you wouldn't seek death like this."

Using medicine into martial arts, the same territory can exert the greatest lethality, but if the territory is forcibly broken through, people will become useless afterwards regardless of life or death.

At the least, the internal organs were injured, and he could no longer use martial arts, and at the worst, the muscles and veins of the whole body were broken, and he died.

"As long as I can kill you, I don't care if I die."

Qingmu Daosi roared, without holding back, with a gloomy expression, and once again killed Ye Fan.

Another slash.

"Whoosh—"

Before the tip of the knife reached, the killing intent was already strong.

"kill!"

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, he held the broken knife in both hands, and drew a perfect arc.

" when--"

There was another crisp sound, and the two knives collided fiercely, and Qingmu Daosi and Ye Fan each retreated five or six steps back.

The grass on the ground was completely messy, and a few stones were even cracked.

Qingmu Daosi was completely dazed, he didn't even take a breath, he slashed down with one stroke of the samurai sword.

Fast and hard.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt that his vision was shattered.

He was about to retreat with all his strength, but suddenly found that his head was dizzy and his consciousness froze.

When he woke up again, the samurai sword was already in front of him.

Ye Fan could only raise his weapon, and he could only move up in a hurry.

"when!"

The samurai sword fell, and the two swords collided.

The clear and loud noise spread to the surroundings, and the wind blew up the sky, causing grass clippings to fly.

A muffled hum came out of Ye Fan's mouth.

In Zheng Siyue's line of sight, they saw Ye Fan being slashed with a knife, and the whole person also flew backwards.

Although Ye Fan was mentally prepared for the power of Qingmu Dao Temple, he still didn't expect him to make such a blow.

This knife is too fast, too domineering!
And he also discovered that the opponent's samurai sword was smeared with poison, and he was poisoned after several collisions.

"Old guy, you really do everything you can."

Ye Fan squeezed out a detoxification pill and swallowed it to slow down the onset of his injury.

"kill!"

Qingmu Daosi charged again.

Ye Fan shook his right hand, and grabbed another knife to protect himself.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Qingmu Daosi slashed out 36 knives in one breath, the knives were sharp, all of them showed the tragic posture of a strong man going away.

Ye Fan fended off all the incoming samurai swords.

It's just that every time there was a collision, Ye Fan's tiger's mouth hurt, and his blood also rolled.

Another 36 knives were used, and Qingmu Daosi smashed Ye Fan to death.

Ye Fan's face became more solemn, Qingmu Dao Temple was almost bloodied, and the strength of one punch could probably kill several cows.

However, Ye Fan also quickly caught a clue, the eyes of Qingmu Daosi also had a hint of anxiety.

The clues of being unable to attack for a long time.

And after more than 100 knives, Ye Fan found that his pressure began to decrease.

The power of Qingmu Dao Temple began to fade.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat.

"Qingmu Taoist Temple, you have good means of using medicine into martial arts, but it's a pity that you forcibly broke through, and you are still old and weak, so you can't last."

"I feel that your breath is messed up, and your strength is starting to fade."

There was a gleam in Ye Fan's eyes: "At most twenty strokes, you will die."

Qingmu Daosi's eyes turned cold: "I don't know what you're talking about, but no matter how weak I am, it's enough to kill you."

Ye Fan smiled brightly, and instead of blocking the attack, he avoided it with the windward willow step.

It was another sixteen-stroke serial killing, all of Qingmu Daosi were stabbed empty, his face became more gloomy, and sweat oozes from his forehead.

"flutter--"

When Qingmu Daosi slashed through the air again and shook his body slightly, Ye Fan slammed the half-cut knife violently, and slashed towards Qingmu Daosi like a thunderbolt.

Gone in a flash!
Aoki Daoji's complexion changed drastically. Feeling Ye Fan's power, he shouted angrily, and then waved his samurai sword to block the attack.

"when!"

Ye Fan's knife pierced into the knife light like a rainbow.

With a bang, the knife light exploded in an instant, unable to support the penetrating power of the broken knife at all.

"prick--"

The momentum of the half-cut knife remained undiminished, and it went straight to Qingmu Daosi's chest.

The knife that was ready to go had a murderous aura that would overwhelm mountains and seas, as if it would not give up if it failed to achieve its goal.

Aoki Daoji's face was completely ugly, he felt the breath of death, subconsciously swiped the samurai sword, and at the same time retreated violently.

But the lethality contained in Ye Fan's move is completely beyond the imagination of Qingmu Taoist Temple.

" prick--"

Although Aoki Daoji firmly suppressed Duan Dao with his samurai sword, his whole body retreated as fast as possible.

But Ye Fan stepped forward alone, stroked his left hand to his right, and swung the Yuchang Sword violently.

"Do not--"

Qingmu Daosi's heart trembled, he let out an angry roar, pressed all his strength, and jumped back with all his strength.

It's just that he had just retreated halfway, and the fish sausage sword slashed across his chest.

A stream of blood spurted out.

Several silver needles also fell.

" flutter!"

With a sharp sound, the Qingmu Taoist Temple fell to the ground, its body trembled, like a deflated balloon, it slowly returned to its original appearance.

It's just that he looks more vicissitudes, more haggard, and more aged. '

Obviously, the battle just now overdrawn a lot of his vitality.

Qingmu Taoist Temple didn't cry out or struggle, just leaned against the pillar covering his wound.

Not dead, still a mile away.

But the outcome has already been decided, and Ye Fan's life is in the hands of Ye Fan.

"what--"

Seeing this scene, many Yang people were extremely sad and desolate, as if their spiritual support had been castrated.

Their gazes converged on Ye Fan. In their eyes, it seemed that a great sunset was setting and a brighter sun was rising.

The remaining dozen or so men and women of the Yang Kingdom were all in mourning.

Zheng Siyue was also dumbfounded, she never expected that Ye Fan even defeated Qingmu Taoist Temple.

"Protect Mr. Aoki"

The people of Yang Kingdom gave a shock and protected the Qingmu Taoist Temple with a loud crash.

"You lost too!"

Ye Fan didn't care about the many swords and guns of the people of Yangguo, he just looked at Qingmu Taoist Temple with a faint smile:
"As I said just now, the Aoki family should be neat and tidy."

Qingmu Daosi couldn't move around, but he could move his mouth:

"The blood doctor's debt, whether it is in arrears or not."

Ye Fan's smile was still bright: "Then I will wait for you to ask for it, but you have no chance to ask for it..."

Hearing these murderous words, more than a dozen men and women of Yang Kingdom raised their swords and prepared to fight Ye Fan to the end.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a loud bang exploded.

The closed door suddenly collapsed and fell to both sides.

Six Land Rovers with Longdu license plates rushed to them.

(End of this chapter)