Chapter 1257: Such a Fast Sword
Under Yang Hao's sword, the solid steel car door seemed to turn into a thin piece of paper, which was easily torn apart.
Saburo Ono looked at the crack that suddenly appeared on the car door, with a look of despair in his eyes.
The car door was pulled open with a bang, and Yang Hao's face appeared in front of Saburo Ono, with undisguised sarcasm on his face. : "A few days ago, you were not what you are now."
Ono Saburo scolded his mother in his heart, I was the one who had the upper hand and caught the turtle in the urn, but now he has become the caught turtle, can this reaction and expression be the same?
Ono Saburo tightly held the samurai sword and got out of the car in front of Yang Hao. Looking at Yang Hao's bright long sword, his heart felt tense.
How many people have been killed by this sword, should I add myself today?
Saburo Ono felt extremely bitter in his heart. He stared at Yang Hao in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Are you Yang Hao?"
Yang Hao froze for a moment: "Why do you say that?"
Yang Hao didn't deny it, it was because he was full of doubts, since the other party could call out his name in one breath!
Yang Hao stared at Saburo Ono, waiting for the answer. He had disguised himself when he came to Japan this time. Even in front of Zhong Hai's friends, I am afraid they would not dare to say that they could fully recognize him, but in this Japan, a stranger How could Yang Hao not be shocked by the fact that someone he had never met before called out his name directly?
Seeing that Yang Hao didn't deny it, Ono Saburo took it as his acquiescence, his heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "If I tell you the reason, can you let me go?"
Yang Hao frowned and said, "Tell me about it."
Saburo Ono insisted: "If you don't agree to me, then I won't say it. I'm afraid you won't even know the reason."
Yang Hao smiled coldly: "The reason, that's not important!"
Yang Hao held his Piaoxue sword and took two steps towards Saburo Ono: "Your master Yamamoto Sasaki is the master of Erzhaitang, and you are his proud disciple. You must be very powerful, so let me see you." Let's do the sword!"
Seeing Yang Hao approaching, Ono Saburo sweated from his vest, he didn't care about bargaining with Yang Hao, and said loudly: "The person who recognized you is Master Kimura Masaki!"
Yang Hao stopped, frowned, and asked in surprise: "Why does he think I'm Yang Hao, and I haven't met him before..."
Saburo Ono quickly argued: "He doesn't know you, but he recognized the woman who drove you away. He said that woman originally belonged to him..."
Sakai Rika?
Yang Hao finally understood that when he killed Ito Suzukimi, he told her that Sakai Rika had been killed by him before that. She must have reported this incident and her name to Kimura Masaki. Now he Seeing Rika Sakai, he naturally thought of himself, well, he didn't recognize himself, but guessed his identity.
"He came to Nagata?"
Saburo Ono shook his head and said, "My master is still here, he won't come here, Yang Hao, what kind of enmity do you have with my master, you must kill him?"
Yang Hao sneered and said, "Do you know that your master has a nickname called Zhan Hun?"
Saburo Ono's face changed. He is Sasaki Yamamoto's proud disciple, so he naturally knows more about Yamamoto's affairs.
Zhanhun is a nickname of Sasaki Yamamoto, and his nickname corresponds to his identity as a killer, that is to say, he only uses this nickname when killing people, and many people don't even know that Sasaki Yamamoto has this nickname, Yang Hao mentioned This nickname is probably because someone died in the hands of Sasaki Yamamoto, and Yang Hao came here for revenge!
"Yes, he offended you?"
Yang Hao sneered: "He didn't offend me, but he killed my friend's whole family, and in front of her, he tortured and killed them cruelly."
Saburo Ono's expression suddenly became very embarrassing. It is obviously impossible to resolve such a big hatred, and it is impossible to settle it so easily with just a few words.
"It is my master who has enmity with you. I have no enmity with you. Why do you want to kill them all!"
Yang Hao looked at the other party mockingly: "If it wasn't for my strength beyond your expectation, my body would disappear to nowhere, but now you tell me that you have no hatred?"
Saburo Ono said with an ugly expression: "But you came into my villa to deal with me, so I can't fight back?"
Yang Hao's eyes became a little mocking and strange again: "Aren't you going to get yourself out of the matter and say that your master's grievances have nothing to do with you?"
Saburo Ono's face was a little flushed, and he resisted his voice and said: "No one wants to die, so tell me, how can I let me go?"
Yang Hao suddenly smiled: "There is really such a possibility of letting you go..."
Saburo Ono's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask: "What's possible?"
The Piaoxue Sword in Yang Hao's hand gently waved a gorgeous sword flower, and replied calmly: "Beat me, as long as you can defeat me, you can leave alive!"
Saburo Ono's expression froze suddenly, beat you?
If I could defeat you, I would have killed you long ago, and would I still be chatting with you here?
Didn't you just say it for nothing?
Yang Hao's eyes suddenly turned to the distance, there, some cars appeared on the road, driving towards this side.
Yang Hao withdrew his gaze and said coldly: "It's almost time, let's use the knife!"
Ono Saburo was very anxious, the master said that this person is an absolute master and will be his strong opponent, Ono Sanlang is much weaker than the master, which also means that he is definitely not Yang Hao's opponent.
Ono Sanlang opened his mouth and wanted to say something to delay time, but Yang Hao no longer gave him any time to delay, and the Piaoxue Sword in his hand directly stabbed Ono Sanlang's chest.
Saburo Ono gave a strange cry, took a step back, pulled out his samurai sword, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at Yang Hao cleanly and fiercely.
Since there is no escape, no matter whether you can fight or not, there is only one battle. You can't let the opponent cut off your head.
The posture of Yang Hao's sword changed, and the energy in his body surged crazily. Yang Hao's sword and the samurai sword smashed together heavily.
The sword light was like snow, flashing past.
With a bang, the samurai sword in Saburo Ono's hand suddenly broke into two halves, and the upper half fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound.
Saburo Ono maintained the posture of throwing the knife, staring at Yang Hao with eyes full of disbelief and endless terror.
He lowered his head and looked at his body, half of his clothes fell off, and a red line on his body was constantly expanding, and then quickly turned into a jet of blood!
Saburo Ono stared at Yang Hao in despair, and shouted in despair: "What a fast sword!"
In the next second, blood spurted out, and Saburo Ono's body split into two halves...
This chapter lacks 1,000 words, and the next chapter will make up for it with 4,000 words!