In the eyes of the Japanese, Ye Chunqiu was like Shura from hell. The long sword he raised was inserted into the lower body of the Japanese without any hesitation.

Ye Chunqiu's eyes were like the tip of ice in the cold winter, looking coldly at the pool of blood in front of him...

Can these pains be as much as one-ten thousand pain that the little girl has suffered? Can these pains be as much as one-ten thousand sadness of the family members who have lost their loved ones due to the behavior of these Japanese beasts?

Uh...

The Japanese, who was stabbed by the sword, struggled hard, and the blood soaked his pants. His body shook wildly, and then... until his face twisted and his body quickly stopped moving.

Ye Chunqiu was very calm just now, terriblely calm. When he dealt with the Japanese and the thirteenth Japanese, he suddenly raised his eyes and roared in the direction of the Japanese: "You one by one... are going to die!"

Ye Chunqiu was still as quiet as a virgin, walking in the garden. When he drew his sword from the Japanese, the dark Blao sword in his hand was terrifyingly bright red at this moment. He was now like an arrow from the string, and he rushed into the group of Japanese and swung his sword.

The remaining Japanese people seemed vulnerable.

With a sword, countless flesh and blood flew everywhere. Someone wanted to leave, but Ye Chunqiu, who was red-eyed, wouldn't there be room for him to let go? He wandered among the crowd like a spiritual snake.

He did not give anyone a chance to fight back, but in fact, these Japanese people also lost the courage to fight back. He was like harvesting wheat, and Japanese people fell into the blood all over the ground.

They had too many opportunities to fight back...

It’s just a pity that Ye Chunqiu’s heart battle is even more terrifying than Ye Chunqiu’s sword. However, now almost all the elite Japanese warriors have been killed, and the others are no longer worried. Ye Chunqiu holds the sword, as if dancing among the Japanese crowd. When he collects the sword, the Japanese fell down one by one, and only one standing person was left, the Japanese deputy envoy, Ka Mokui, and Ashikaga Yoshimoto sitting on a chair.

He Maoqing's face had completely collapsed. He looked at Ye Chunqiu and found that he was almost exhausted from standing. He hurriedly looked at Zhang Yi, the host and guest doctor of the Honglu Temple in the distance, and then said: "Writer Ye Xiu, we have lost, I am willing to accept the loss. I am the deputy envoy of the Japanese..."

He said, and his hands subconsciously threw down the Japanese sword.

Looking at the corpses of Japanese people all over the place, blood was everywhere, he quickly increased his voice and said, "The two armies are fighting, but they are not killed yet. Now I have admitted defeat and convinced..."

He looked at Ye Chunqiu in horror, his teeth clattered. He was really scared. An unprecedented sense of fear spread throughout his body. When he saw this young man again, he only felt that this person was even more terrifying than a devil.

Fortunately, He Maoqing could still remember his identity as a Japanese envoy. He raised his head and tried hard to raise some courage: "Now... the duel has ended here."

"Then you go out." Ye Chunqiu's mouth pulled a strange smile, and the eyes that looked at He Maoqing deeply were still as cold as ice.

"What?"

The smile on Ye Chunqiu's lips became stronger: "If you walk out of here, the duel will be over. Look, as long as you go out, you can survive."

Go out...

He Maoqing understood that as long as he escaped from this "ring", he could save his life.

Ha... It seems that this writer Ye is quite sensible. The Ming Dynasty court would not allow him to kill the Japanese envoy. He did this just to find a way out.

He felt a little relieved and hurriedly ran towards the direction where the vassal gathered.

The shouts of the crowd suddenly came to an abrupt end, as if... the duel had ended, but everyone seemed to be a little unsatisfied...

He Maoqing was about to walk to the edge of the arena, and he couldn't help but feel glad. He had even seen the face of Zhang Yi, the head and guest doctor of the Honglu Temple. However, at this moment... his feet suddenly felt a piercing pain.

The long sword, Ye Chunqiu's long sword, flew towards him, passed through his feet naked, and then penetrated into the ground.

He Maoqing let out a terrible cry. He was like a grasshopper nailed to the ground, trying to struggle and escape. But the more he struggled, the long sword that had been inserted into his bare feet and fixed on the ground made him almost faint. The pain made him subconsciously maintain his previous position and stop moving. He was extremely frightened. If he didn't walk out, he would die...

Now, he understood...

It turned out... this writer Ye didn't plan to let him go. It turned out... all this was just a trick of cat playing with mice...

The blood had soaked his feet naked, and the blood of Bobo formed a puddle under his feet. His muscles and bones were exposed in such a slight pain that he almost died. He lay on the ground, looking at Zhang Yi not far away with his eyes: "Mr. Zhang...Mr. Zhang..."

He is asking for help...

But Zhang Yi was so scared that he forgot to react. He was just watching the battle from afar, which made him frightened. But now looking at He Maoqing's miserable situation at such a close distance, he was so scared that he looked like a slutty face, and he didn't know what to do.

The vassal envoys around him were all alone. They never expected that this vassal envoy would not show mercy, and even the vassal envoys dared to kill like this.

However, many Ningbo fellow villagers had just calmed down when they saw this, and then they burst into a roar: "Kill the Japanese pirates... Kill the Japanese pirates..."

What is the difference between the Japanese pirates... Japanese envoys? In their hearts, there is no difference between the two except for the different names!

The blood in many people's bodies was ignited again, and countless people began to roar hysterically. Seeing this, Chen Jin burst into tears and suddenly fell to the ground and shouted: "Chun'er, have you seen it? Did you see it? God has eyes."

The scene was in chaos...

Ye Chunqiu walked step by step until he arrived at He Maoqing's side. He looked at He Maoqing from a high place, just like looking at the tiny ant...

He Maoqing was so scared that he was frightened and tried his best to struggle away, but his sword was nailed to pull his tendons. The pain made him unable to move at all. He hurriedly said: "I...I..."

Ye Chunqiu slowly interrupted him, "How did that little girl die?"

"I……"

Ye Chunqiu put his foot hard on his lower body. The violent movement made He Maoqing twist his feet naked, causing him to scream wildly.

So he tried his best, but he had no idea where he came from. He pulled his feet hard, snuggled, and separated his feet from his body. Blood was like a spring. He ignored it and crawled towards Zhang Yi.

He wants to leave here, and only then can he have a glimmer of hope.
Chapter completed!