Shi Yelong said grimly.

Following his call, everyone behind him responded in unison.

Their eyes were full of anger, and their angry voices filled with righteous indignation echoed.

"right!"

"That's right~"

"If this bastard kills Ming Zun, our Japanese martial arts will never end with him."

"We can't just let him go like this?"

"Everyone join hands and attack together."

....

"He can fight against one person, or against ten people, but can he also fight against tens of thousands of people?"

On the top of Mount Fuji, everyone's emotions were mobilized.

They roared, they cursed.

In the eyebrows and eyes, killing intent surged.

In the chest, hatred is boiling!

Everyone's eyes were red, and they almost spewed fire.

Amidst the roar, people rushed out one by one.

Or punch or palm, or chop or chop.

Thousands of attacks were like a tide, pouring madly in Ye Fan's direction.

"Aoki Sword Art, Aoki Slash!"

....

"Dragon God Fist!"

Wang Yuehe and Shi Yelong didn't look at each other any more, and shot out instantly, together with the others, they slashed at Ye Fan frantically.

Huh~

On the top of Mt. Fuji, the wind is surging, and the sword energy is criss-crossing.

The overwhelming attack, like an ocean storm, swept towards Ye Fan.

"Master~"

Liang Gong Yingyue, who was protected by Ye Fan in her arms, saw the majestic scene in front of her, her pretty face was pale, but even paler.

Holding the corner of Ye Fan's clothes tightly with his little hands, he raised his pretty face and looked at Ye Fan full of guilt and worry.

However, facing the surrounding crowd, Ye Fan smiled boldly.

"Yue'er, don't worry." JrNovels.com