Chapter 729

A sharp sword aura broke through the air.

Ah~!

The woman supporting Ito couldn't dodge in time and was hit by Yamamoto Ichiro's sword aura.

The woman let out a cry of pain and fell from the sky toward the ground.

"Nanami!"

Seeing Nanami fall, Ito looked nervous.

"Boss, leave her to me."

On the ground, a purple-haired woman was slaughtering desperately.

Seeing someone fall from the sky,

she appeared incredibly excited.

Clearly, slaughtering a powerful opponent was much more satisfying than slaughtering a group of minions.

With a few leaps, she wanted to kill the falling Nanami.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared and directly grabbed the purple-haired woman's neck.

Crack!

He twisted the purple-haired woman's neck.

Then he threw her in front of Nanami like trash.

Nanami was seriously injured, looking at the corpse of the purple-haired woman thrown over.

Nanami naturally understood what the other party wanted her to do.

She opened her bloody mouth and flew toward the corpse of the purple-haired woman.

Nanami began to gnaw in front of everyone.

Nanami's act of gnawing on the corpse caught the attention of Yamamoto Ichiro's side.

"Monster, it's a monster!"

This battle was too tragic, causing everyone's nerves to be strained.

With Nanami doing this, some guys directly collapsed.

They began to run away.

Crack!

A flat-headed man appeared.

The samurai sword in his hand slashed several times, killing several deserters.

He stopped everyone else who wanted to run away.

"Do you want to run?"

"You can run, but what about your descendants?"

"Do you hope your own children will eventually be devoured by that group of monsters?"

The man's words made everyone at the scene fall into deep thought.

One guy reacted first.

Compared to one's own children, everything else seemed insignificant.

Including one's own life.

"Ah~!"

That guy roared and turned around to launch a charge at the enemy.

Immediately after, another one joined the charging team.

Driven by them, everyone who wanted to run away rejoined the battle.

This time, they fought with a determination to die.

For a moment, Ito's side felt tremendous pressure.

"Suzuki, it really is you!"

Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the uncle standing not far away.

At this time, the uncle still had a kind and amiable appearance.

No one would confuse him with a terrifying monster.

"Yamamoto Ichiro, it's time to settle the score for the things you usually do."

"The things I do? What have I done?"

"Those children of mine, they are all innocent."

"Innocent?"

"Hahahaha!"

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed, laughing particularly wildly.

"They are all monsters who drink blood and eat raw meat, and you actually tell me they are innocent."

Upon hearing this, Suzuki narrowed his eyes, and a flash of displeasure crossed his face.

Clearly, he had been poked in a sore spot.

Yamamoto Ichiro was right; those guys were indeed people who drank blood and ate raw meat.

"So what if they drink blood and eat raw meat?"

"We only use those who are dying, or those who have already died."

"And you? You directly conduct human experiments?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro laughed again.

"I do conduct human experiments, that's true."

"But my experimental subjects are Dragon Kingdom people and you monsters."

"I feel I have a clear conscience."

After finishing, Yamamoto Ichiro kicked his right foot back.

He revealed a perverted smile.

"I wonder what kind of monster can be created by using you for an experiment."

Yamamoto Ichiro and Suzuki fought together.

Suzuki transformed into a monster.

The two sides fought constantly, trading blows.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of metal clashing was endless.

Suzuki's six flesh strips generated six flesh strip whirlwinds in the air.

Each flesh strip was extremely sharp, carrying a sharp luster with bloodstains.

Opposite him, Yamamoto Ichiro held a silver-white sword-in-cane, with a brilliant gemstone embedded in the sword body, emitting a mysterious light.

Yamamoto Ichiro wore a dark-colored samurai outfit, and a solemn and majestic aura emanated from him.

His eyes revealed calmness and decisiveness, and the sword-in-cane in his hand swung constantly.

Suzuki's six flesh strips attacked Yamamoto Ichiro like sharp arrows.

Yamamoto Ichiro flexibly raised the sword-in-cane, instantly slashing out a silver-white light.

The sword body intersected with Suzuki's flesh strips, emitting the sound of clashing sparks.

In the intense duel, Suzuki's movement was agile and nimble, and the flesh strips attacked Yamamoto Ichiro unexpectedly like poisonous snakes.

Yamamoto Ichiro, with accurate swordsmanship and judgment, gradually merged into the battle, coordinating with Suzuki's offense and defense seamlessly.

Suzuki launched attacks without fear of death.

Although the power of the six flesh strips was astonishing, Yamamoto Ichiro's sword-fighting style always found weaknesses in his attacks, neutralizing Suzuki's attacks.

In the battle scene, the two figures crossed rapidly, emitting bursts of wind and the musical sound of swords clashing.

Both showed their respective powerful strength: Suzuki's six flesh strips were flexible and changeable, and Yamamoto Ichiro's sword-in-cane was precise and decisive.

In this battle, the power of both was constantly displayed.

For a time, the whole world was silent, condensing a thick sense of oppression.

Whether it was Suzuki waving his six flesh strips wantonly, or Yamamoto Ichiro slashing sharply with his sword-in-cane, both made people feel a majestic aura and unparalleled dominance.

Chen Hao and Ito stood on a high building not far away at this time, quietly watching this battle. ===== CHAPTER 731 =====