"Ha!" Chen Feiyu laughed up to the sky and said playfully: "No matter how big the fish in the river is, it is just a river fish. How can it be compared with the dragon in the sea? No matter how many people you kill with your sword, it can only be killed in Japan."

Such a small and small country is ruling the roost for a while, how can it compare with the powerful people of China?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Iga Ryu was furious.

Wu Ruojun smiled and made a gesture to Yoshimura Miyu, and the two women stepped back together, leaving space for Chen Feiyu to duel.

"Arrogant!" Tojo Izumi shouted, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent: "I will kill you as the price for underestimating Japan!"

After that, he suddenly stepped forward and rushed over. The blade of the samurai sword reflected the cold light, and seemed to transform into a long silver-white dragon, roaring towards Chen Feiyu.

Under the impact of the powerful sword force, long cracks appeared on the ground between him and Chen Feiyu, and Chen Feiyu's clothes made a "squeaking" sound.

When everyone in the Iga stream saw this, they cheered loudly, waved flags and shouted!

Iga Mochizuki said in surprise: "Even I can feel a feeling of heart palpitations. Senior Tojo is worthy of being the third strongest person in Iga style. He is really powerful!"

Iga Qianzhen nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "You are right, this sword has condensed all the energy and spirit of Tojo Izumi. It is perfect in terms of momentum and power.

After this sword attack, this Chinese boy will definitely be killed by the general, and this is the price he pays for provoking Iga-ryu!"

In the field, Tojo Izumi's knife was already approaching Chen Feiyu, but Chen Feiyu was still standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly not even reacting.

"This Chinese boy is too weak. It seems that he has been completely frightened by the power of my sword. It is really stupid for him to dare to challenge Iga-ryu with such strength."

A trace of pride flashed in Tojo Izumi's eyes. He turned his wrist slightly and aimed at Chen Feiyu's neck, intending to behead Chen Feiyu with a single blow.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

Just when the sharp blade was about to touch Chen Feiyu's neck, two fingers appeared out of thin air in everyone's sight, penetrated directly through the blade, and easily clamped the blade of Tojo Izumi.

Astonishingly, it was Chen Feiyu who reached out and clamped Tojo Izumi's samurai sword, and Chen Feiyu still stood where he was, not moving at all.

This was far beyond the expectations of everyone in Iga-ryu. Their cheers stopped abruptly, and their eyes widened in shock, showing expressions of disbelief.

Iga Senzuki and Iga Mochizuki were equally shocked. Tojo Izumi was the third strongest person in Iga-ryu. How could this Chinese young man take Tojo Izumi's blade so easily? He was sure that he was only at the "middle master" level.

strength?

Tojo Izumi was equally surprised and said in disbelief: "This...how is this possible?"

"You think it's impossible, just because your country is a small country, so you are short-sighted. For example, you can't understand why you died in my hands. But you have to ask this question in person after you get to the underworld.

King Yama."

After saying that, Chen Feiyu moved his fingers slightly, and there was a "snap" sound, and the katana blade broke from the middle.

Tojo Izumi's eyes suddenly widened, an ominous premonition arose in his heart, and he quickly jumped back.

But before his feet could leave the spot, Chen Feiyu had already struck out like lightning, his sword finger pointed at his forehead, and the sword energy at his fingertips was hesitant.

Tojo Izumi looked horrified. He immediately stood there and did not dare to move. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He said with an inward look: "This is the territory of Iga-ryu. If you touch a hair on my head, Iga-ryu will never let you go."

Pass you!"

Chen Feiyu smiled contemptuously: "Your threats are as pale and powerless to me as blank paper."

Iga Qianzhen's expression changed drastically. She was afraid that Chen Feiyu would really kill Tojo Izumi with one sword, so she shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Wu Ruojun had already laughed. Chen Feiyu was just bluffing. He still had to seek cooperation with Iga-ryu. How could he really kill the strong man of Iga-ryu?

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu chuckled, and a bright sword energy shot out from his fingertips, piercing a bloody hole from Tojo Izumi's forehead.
Chapter completed!